A/N: I appreciate the single review but, I'm in a giving mood so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll post a second chapter just for kicks! Enjoy.
Warning: This chapter contains coarse language and mentions of EXTREME violence, 'ye be warned!'
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Chapter 2: Claimed?
Spike was lounging on his newly favorite chair inside an empty crypt of Restfield Cemetery, tapping his foot immediately bored to tears. Sauntering over to his duster he retrieved his trusty pack of Marlboro cigarettes; lighting one he took a long much needed drag taking the chemical induced smoke deeply into his dead lungs. Bloody well a mess in 'ere. Spike began making his way to the far side of his new home, grunting in surprise as his foot met with an unnamed object causing him to take a 'bloody painful' trip landing on his arse. Glaring at the offending object with distaste he allowed his demon to come forth as he scanned the littered stone floor, noticing an empty crate. Snorting, Bloody brilliant, Spike. Suddenly his door was opened he silently crouched into a battle stance not minding a lil' spot o' violence before sun up. He chuckled when he realized who was standing at his doorway.
"Peaches! To what do I owe this little inconvenience?" Spike hissed in annoyance,
"Spike?"
"What're yer' doin' 'ere yer' poof?" Spike asked as he flicked his smoke to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his treasured black leather boots. "Come to cry to me 'cuz you can't get 'aid without goin' evil?" He raised his scarred eyebrow in question, chuckling he moved past his grand sire and out into the night. Whipping around as Angel grabbed his coat sleeve, throwing a punch having it connect painfully with his sire's jaw with a satisfying crack. Angel staggered back in surprise, "Shove off Peaches." Spike snarled smoothing out the sleeve that was grabbed.
"Spike! I told you I didn't want to see your face around here again, or Buffy." Angel growled in warning, eyes momentarily flashing amber with emphasis. Spike chuckled silently until he broke into a full hearted side clutching bark of laughter.
"Oh ho, right!" Spike managed to get out between fits of laughter, earning a vicious glare in return from his sire whose anger was growing to the point where he was clutching his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white and blood dripped from his palm. Spike caught the unmistakable scent of lingering sire's blood; he managed to cut his fun short as he looked to Angel with interest. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" quirking a questioning brow.
"I gave you fair warning Spike, if I see you again or anywhere near Buffy. I swear I'll spend the next few days reminding you just who is in charge." Angel snarled, "I mean it!" he threw over his shoulder as he turned; stalking back to his mansion not sparing another glance back at his childe.
"In your dreams Peaches." Spike mumbled as he waited til Angel was out of sight, "I do as I please ya poofter." He finished as he made his way due West from Restfield Cemetery in hopes of finding the large two story house on Revello Drive, with a smirk and a backwards glance to where his sire departed. He took off at a leisurely pace down the dark abandoned streets. Buffy here I come luv.
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That's it for that chappy. Sorry for it being so short but I haven't figured out how the conversation between Buffy and the bleached vampire yet. Let me know what you think so far.