So Much to Tell You
Summary: Spike calls Buffy from Wolfram and Hart after finally deciding to tell her that he's back.
Author's Note: I am so sorry for the wait… it's been absolutely ages… I had a bad case of writers block for a few weeks there, then I had school commitments and things just got really out of hand and I had very little time to write. I have a few new ideas for this, with the help of some great reviews. People suggested demons and warlocks, some even suggested Connor or Drusilla. I'm just gonna go for what I think works, which ATM happens to be just the basics. Don't be offended, I loved all the ideas. Anyway on with the story.
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'What do you mean there's something in the building?' Angel demanded. 'What is going on Harmony?'
'Hey, don't look at me. I don't know any more than you do.' Angel turned to Eve.
'The Senior Partners wouldn't have anything to do with this, now would they Eve?' he said harshly.
'Hey, I didn't do this.' Eve protested. As the Angel gang stood and watched the bustling lawyers outside in the hall, they felt like they could do nothing. In partial darkness, they were completely exposed to whatever was in the building.
'Angel, I lost the connection with Buffy.' Spike stepped up to Angel's side. 'We were talking… and then there was nothing. I gotta call her back, tell her I'm okay.'
'Spike, for God's sake. She's not going to be worried about you.'
'Says you… she told me she loved me.' Spike answered matter-of-factly. 'Said she missed me and that she'd come see me as soon as she could.'
'Well, isn't that nice for you then. If you haven't noticed Spike, there's a bit of a crisis right now with there being an unknown presence in the building!' Angel's voice rose, as he got angry. 'Now don't bother me with little things like phone calls, there are more important things that need our attention.'
'Oh sod off.' Spike snapped. He didn't want to be told off, he wanted to make sure Buffy knew everything was alright.
'Spike, just drop it alright? Leave it until we've resolved this.' Angel instructed the blonde vampire. He rolled his eyes and stepped out into the hall.
'I gotta go find me some evil.' He said, just before being tackled to the ground by a man in a suit. A lawyer, one of Gunn's assistants.
'Graves.' Gunn spoke, reaching down and pulling the man out of the hall. Spike got to his feet and stepped inside Angel's office before another bunch of staff members hurtled through the hall.
'Mr. Gunn.' The man began.
'Graves, what's up man?' Gunn asked.
'Vampires. There are vampires in the building. I received a message that over 50 vampires had been registered in the foyer before I made my way up to you.' He explained. 'I needed to inform you and Mr. Angel.'
'How many vampires are in the building now?' Angel inquired, concerned.
'I saw a lot more than 50. They overtook the foyer on the ground level, and began advancing by lift and stairs. I'd guess close to a hundred, possibly more.'
'Oh God…' Fred moaned.
'Gunn, take everyone up to my penthouse. Guard the lift; it's the only way up there.' Angel ordered. 'Spike, you stay with me. We've got work to do.'
'You got it.' Spike agreed, forgetting their little spat a few minutes earlier. As Gunn left, leading Fred, Lorne, Eve and Harmony to Angel's personal lift, they watched as Angel and Spike closed the doors and disappeared out into the hall.
Moments later the two vampires had killed close to half a dozen vampires each. Spike found himself pinned to the floor by three vamps, with another sitting on his chest grinning menacingly down at him.
Spike couldn't move, and almost felt scared. He wanted so badly to see Buffy, and something in him gave him the sudden strength to throw the vampires of him and continue fighting.
Angel managed to keep himself standing. Although, not for long. Two vampires grabbed hold of his arms and another held him by the neck. He took several hard blows to the torso before being hurled across the hall into an open doorway where he rolled several times across the floor. He came to rest against a desk in the middle of the room, and struggled to get to his feet. Half a dozen vampires followed him, and Spike watched through the falling dust of a dead vampire as Angel became outnumbered.
'Come on guys, they're unfair odds.' Angel threw a punch that connected with a vampire and sent him sprawling across the room, knocking another to the ground. Through a several minute fight, Angel managed to overpower and dust three of the six vamps. He turned to the remaining three, who were picking themselves off the floor after being kicked down during Angel's attack. He vamped out, snarled and began attacking the three remaining vampires.
Spike figured that Angel had things under control for the moment, and returned his full attention to his own fight in the hallway. A punch to the face. A kick to the stomach. His body began to ache, even after a short fight. He was so worked up over seeing Buffy again that he wasn't fighting his best at all. As he snapped the neck of a demon, he forced Buffy out of his mind. I have to win if I want to see her. He told himself. Breathing in unnecessarily, Spike then vamped out and leapt back into battle.
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Gunn forced everybody out of the elevator fast. 'Sorry to do this to you guys, but we gotta be prepared. Find a weapon, anything. An object of some kind, preferably heavy.' He instructed.
'Charles, does Angel keep any weapons up here?' Fred inquired.
'Try the wardrobe.' Gunn directed her across the room as he grabbed an ornamental club off the wall near the bathroom door. 'Man, I hope this'll do.' He whispered to himself.
Ding. The elevator. Something was coming up.
'Guys, get ready!' Gunn shouted, raising the club above his head. 'One… two…' he began counting at the elevator dinged again. '… three!'
Swinging his club, he knocked over a row of three or four vampires. They crawled out, walked out and ran out into the room, where everybody was waiting with a weapon. Swinging around objects and ornamental weapons, the group managed to dust the vampires without too much trouble.
Awaiting another ding of the elevator, Gunn congratulated the team on a good fight. 'There's more to come, I promise you. Stand your ground.'
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Back downstairs, Spike and Angel were still fighting. Spike had a slash across his chest where something had sliced him with a blade, and had a bloody nose. Inside his mouth there was a small amount of blood from where he'd been punched in the jaw several times. He could feel the left side of his face getting a little puffier, as he was punched in the side of the head by one of the stronger vampires. Damn, he thought. This hurts more than it should.
Angel had joined Spike in the hall, and was having his own battling difficulties. He'd been kicked in the stomach one too many times and was beginning to feel the drag of his injury. He suspected a broken rib from when a couple of vampires had thrown him into a wall then kicked him while he was down.
'Spike!' he yelled over the noise. 'Are they still coming?' Spike was close to the stairs, with a view of the foyer below.
'Nah looks like they're hanging back!' Spike shouted. He snapped the neck of another vampire and began battle with what looked to be one of the last ones on the floor. When he and Angel had taken care of the last few, they waited for more to come from the stairs or the lift, but nothing happened. There was silence, and as the two vampires looked around they saw the scattered bodies of Wolfram and Hart employees.
'Great. Just what I need.' Angel complained.
'Looks like you got a couple of positions to fill mate.' Spike sneered.
'Yeah, first we gotta clean these guys up.' Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. 'Harmony? I need you to organise a sweep. Pronto.' He returned the phone to his pocket and waited for Harmony to come down from his penthouse to her desk.
'What do we need a…' she didn't even get to finish her question before she saw the answer. 'Oh. I'll get right on it.'
'Any of these lawyers could have been turned, and I need you to organise for them all to be taken care of. Understand?' Angel said.
'Sure. Right away.' She began collecting files and making the call on her cell phone, since the lights and phones were still off. Backup lights were on around the office, but only cast a dim light over the place. It was difficult during the fight because Angel and Spike couldn't see entirely clearly; they only had their night vision to aid them. It explained their excessive injuries.
Spike sat down at the top of the stairs, and waited for Angel to sit down next to him. Groaning and clutching his ribs, Angel lowered himself and sat next to Spike.
'Ohh.' He moaned.
'Come on Angel, a bit of rough 'n' tumble never did any harm.' Spike encouraged the older vampire.
'I think I broke a rib.' Angel breathed with difficulty. 'And some…' Spike sympathised for his grandsire, but there wasn't a lot he could do.
'What do you reckon these vamps wanted? Why would so many of them suddenly storm a company building? And a Wolfram and Hart building no less?'
'I want to know why tactical isn't here.' Angel replied.
'Maybe they were taking care of things on the ground floor mate.' Spike suggested. 'They can't be everywhere at once.'
'Yeah, maybe.' Angel sighed. 'These vampires were here with an agenda. They came for something, or someone. But why? And what for?'
'Uh, Angel?' Spike spoke up as he caught sight of a figure walking through the darkness and across the open level.
'What?'
'Look.' He pointed to the figure approaching them. It looked female, it looked young and it smelt familiar. Angel took no time in confirming who it was.
'Drusilla.'
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Author's Note: Yeah, I used some ideas from other people. Thankyou to whoever suggested Drusilla, I'll write her in next chapter. And yeah, I'll try and update soon. I love holidays, so much time to write. R&R.