Chapter three: Bouncing off the walls
Yep… I just realised how many stupid mistakes I made in this oh well, it's an AU now! Lol… dankies for the reviews, truly appreciated. I was reading the reviews and suddenly went 'oh my god… you're right, damn it!' my mom then told me to shut up as it was three am…
Anyways… …
Angel was sitting quietly staring at the blond vampire who was unconscious on the sofa across the room. Buffy and Giles had gone off to… Angel didn't even care where they had gone. What Spike said had scared him, he didn't know what to say, worrying that he'd simply make it worse. He'd been lucky enough to make Spike feed, even if it was only a small amount.
"Stop staring at me." Came a quiet and almost inaudible British accent. "You know damn well that it creeps me out." Spike grunted as he sat himself up on the sofa. Noticing that Angel hadn't stopped staring he just stared back, unblinking, hoping to creep out angel out so he'd stop. It didn't work.
"You're not weak Spike." Angel stated, trying to work out what he was going to say next as he went along. "In fact, I think you were too strong, you wouldn't let your self give up because you are too strong to let go." Spike looked away; he hadn't wanted that subject brought up. "Spike, please look at me. I know it's hard and right now you probably hate me for saying that I care but I do. I don't want to see you die, you're all I have left." Angel's volume got very low towards the end of the sentence, as he now glanced away, not wanting the previously requested eye contact.
"You think you know every thing don't you?" Spike spat, suddenly angry. "You think that, if you tell me that unlife is worth having then suddenly I'll back away from the hypothetical ledge. You, you are so full of shit, Angel!" Spike did his best to stand up angrily and point an accusing finger at Angel, but he and said digit were swaying greatly. Suddenly the anger left his voice and Spike fell back on to the couch. "It's just, you left, Angel. You chose the slayer slut over me. You made me come back here, okay you didn't but you didn't really leave me a choice. She didn't even seem fazed to see that I was alive! And when did they even get back here? And how do we know the immortal wont pop round for a booty call while we're here, that's not a conversation I want to be around for!" Spike was smiling, but Angel kept a serious face.
"Stop it Spike. You're laughing and joking but you don't mean it. You're covering up the fact that you're scared and all you want is some one to say that they care, and now you've got it you want more… or don't even want to act like you need it. You've had far to long to grow up, so why don't you?" Angel's angry tone made Spike go silent, the blond was staring directly in to Angel's eyes, not knowing what to do or how to react. Angel had actually gotten it right, Spike was scared, he was petrified that he'd been red so easily, and he began to wonder if it had always been that easy. His head fell in to his hands and he fought the onslaught of emotions that were trying to make him weep. Angel was at his side in an instant, slowly and unsurely placing an arm around his shoulders. Spike removed his hands and felt stronger now, he knew he wasn't about to break down again, he had even avoided shedding anything that could be classed as a tear. "Spike… I know I'm just going to make it worse whatever I say but, we do need to stay here, just for a little while. Wolfram and heart may not think of looking here, and we know the area. As soon as I know you're okay we can think about leaving, but where would we go?" Angel didn't mean to get an answer; it was there for a small shock when spike decided to give one.
"We should go to Europe; the whole killing spree thing was ages ago, I'm sure they'd have forgotten about it by now." Spike was actually smiling, a small joke to hide pain in the fact that Angel was right; they didn't really have anywhere else to go. In the next two seconds the door opened and Spike shot to the far side of the sofa. Giles and Buffy walked in to the living room and looked at the tense vampires, not knowing what had been said only seconds before they appeared.
"Look, we've given you two time to get over what ever the ordeal you just had was, but now it's time for some answers… from you guys; we'll be asking questions." Buffy sat in the small chair and stared at Angel, almost ignoring Spike's presence. "First off, what the hell happened to you guys?" She crossed her arms, tired of being sympathetic for 'people' she was meant to be mad at, or who weren't even meant to be walking the earth anymore. Angel gulped and leaned forward, he was going to take that one.
"We decided to do something, it could be seen as a stupid move, but enough had already been lost. At least what we tried did some good. But they sent every demon in the area after us, and in LA, that's a lot of demons. There were only the four of us then anyways, Gunn died, Illyria, well I don't know what happened to her. Some how we won, and I said we should come here and get help, but Spike, he didn't want to." Angel knew he could have forgone that last part of the answer, but didn't see any reason in doing so. Buffy nodded, like she was taking it all in, but it was Giles who was really interested.
"How did he become, for lack of a better word, alive, again?" Giles signalled to Spike, who had been drifting out of the conversation. Just as Angel was about to answer, a still week Spike gave him a hit on the shoulder.
"I can answer this myself, you bleedin' ponce. Well, someone sends the amulet to Angel, he opens it in his office and I appear. 'Spirit trapped inside' or some god awful nonsense. But, I'm not really there, gone all non-corporeal and such. Fred, bless her heart, tried what ever to get me back, and in the end she does find away but it fails when I miss my chance, instead I save her. Then one day, poof, box of flashy shows up at the front desk and I walk in to a wall instead of through it." He fell back against the sofa's back, slightly exasperated and upset because of the memories of Fred. Angel was even staring at him, trying to decipher the slur of words that seemed to come out at record speed. Not sure if they could trust this information, or for that matter, the vampires, Giles and Buffy reluctantly gave the non-windowed attic over to the two of them for the time being. At least they could keep an eye out for any trouble.
The end of chapter three…
Sorry bout the delay, I did say I had a train trip! it was fun BTW, every country I got off the train at has real vampire legends and history, Austria, Serbia and Turkey, twas a great trip! And no, there were no murders on the orient express, and James Bond in all his glory did not show up! (just some of the annoying questions…)
Anywho, review pwease!