Chapter four: Try
Okay, first off, I am very sorry about the delay, there is a reason that involves cursing, wasted English lessons and stupid computers which refuse to save!!!! So this is a second draft of chapter four, and personally I preferred the first one
Anyways…
Spike sat in the attic, his legs hanging down through the gap where the ladder was attached. Angel was moving boxes to make room for the two of them; Giles and Buffy were talking in hushed voices to each other in the hallway below. Spike could make out his and Angel's names mentioned but nothing much else, even with his acute vampire hearing. Buffy said good bye to Giles, who then walked by waved slightly to Spike and trotted down the stairs. It was almost dawn; he and Angel had kept the two mortals up all night, Spike almost felt sorry for doing this. Buffy came over and passed a large rolled up piece of plastic up to Angel who looked at it quizzically, then suddenly realized what it was and unrolled the blow-up bed.
"Can you start blowing it up? I'll bring some blankets and stuff up in a minute." Buffy asked Angel, who looked around then back at her, with a confused yet lamenting look.
"I have no air in my lungs…" He said slowly, not sure if she'd forgotten or if she'd every taken account of it. Spike sniggered from where he was sitting; finding Angel's hurt expression some what comical, especially sense it was being made over such a trivial matter. Buffy shook her head and sighed, exasperated she handed Angel a foot pump. He looked embarrassed slightly then took the pump and found where he was meant to attach it.
"Just a question, but what ever happened to your oh so lovely basement? Or do you have another guest down there, waiting till we've gone to pop on up and have some fun with slayer time?" Spike smirked, not meanly, but still annoyingly.
"Let's just put it this way, it's slightly harder for either of you two to sneak out from up here then it is from down there." Getting just a stupefied face pulled by Spike she went on to explain. "Down stairs you just have to get upstairs and you're pretty much at the door. Up here you have to open the hatch, put the ladder down, pass my room and get down the ever so creaky stairs. Hence, harder from up here." Spike nodded, understanding what she meant, not sure why he'd want to sneak out, but understanding the reasoning behind the placing. Suddenly a triumphant 'Yes' came from the attic and Angel appeared at the ladder.
"It's all done. Nice and firm." He smiled cheerily, for some reason he was very proud of him self. "Is there another bed, or just the one?" Buffy thought for a second then shook her head.
"Just the one, sorry. One of you will have to be on the floor." She then turned to go and get blankets from the cupboard. Angel looked at Spike who, even though he was smiling, was obviously still in pain.
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. You need it more then I do." Angel climbed down the ladder and went off to where Buffy had. A few moments later they both re-appeared, carrying blankest and a sleeping bag. Angel tossed them up in to the attic before climbing up the ladder.
"See you guys tonight, I'll see about getting you some blood." She yawned, and waved, walking off to her room. Angel pulled up the ladder and closed the hatch, narrowly avoiding breaking Spike's legs in the process. Angel placed a pillow at the head of the blow-up bed and one on the floor. He un-rolled the sleeping bag and put it by the pillow. Spike was sitting on the bed, choosing which of the many blankets he liked the most, in the end he decided on the large fleecy animal print one.
"So, you sure about the arrangement? I don't mind the floor if you want the bed, cold attic floor is an awful step down from the lush you've been used to for the last year or so." Spike grinned, showing his teeth, which was actually a very rare smile of his, but a favorite of many peoples, including Angel. Angel shook his head.
"Get some sleep, you need the rest, when you're better we can argue about the bed a bit." Angel smiled as well, for some reason they both felt better, safer, then they had when Buffy had been there.
Latter that morning, about mid-day, there was a nock on the attic floor. Angel hadn't been able to sleep so he cautiously opened the hatched. It was Giles. He passed up a few blood packs, they looked like they'd come from a hospital, but then Angel recognized them. They were from the butchers, the same one from before. Giles looked like he was about to speak, but Angel signaled for him not to, so as to not disturb the sleeping Spike. Giles nodded in understanding and headed away down the stairs. Angel closed the hatch door and sat back on his sleeping bag, he was tired but just couldn't bring him self to sleep, he knew if he did, if he even closed his eyes for a second then he'd see those memories fresh and vivid in his mind, he's be able to hear Gunn's choked last breath as he spat up blood on to the floor. He'd be able to feel that sinking feeling when Illyria told him that Wesley was dead. That gut wrenching pain of loss that he'd felt so many times in the past few years that he couldn't even bare to count. He sat alone for hours, wondering what time it would be dark. Finally the hunger grew too much; he hadn't fed in nearly a day. He ripped the corner off one of the packs and drank. He drained the pack quickly and had to struggle not to open another, he knew that Spike needed the rest to heal and get better. Angel picked up the discarded packet and put it in to an empty plastic bag, the rustling of which seemed to be the final straw for the slumbering vampire. Spike slowly sat up, and yawned. Angel passed the blond a blood pack and pushed one of Spike's legs aside as he sat on the edge of the blow-up bed. Spike bit a small hole in to the pack, liking to simulate the feel of taking it from a bite when possible.
"What time is it?" Spike asked, his voice still giving away his weakness and drowsiness. He looked around for a clock and noticed that the only one was on Angel's wrist, and he couldn't read it from where he was.
"About six thirty. You should go back to sleep." Angel knew that Spike would most likely take offence to this, but he also knew that it was true, the more sleep Spike got the quicker he would heal. Spike threw the empty blood pack at Angel and laughed slightly when a small left over drop splattered on to Angel's cheek. Angel was notably holding back an on coming flinch of out break of anger at his injured grand childe. Spike leaned forward and wiped it off, licking it from his finger afterwards. Angel turned and gave him a look of such shock that Spike suddenly realized what he'd just done. He quickly averted his gaze from his sires and started to fidget. Then suddenly he stood up and started pacing.
"Is it night time yet? This place is cramped!" He shouted in false frustration. He kicked a pillow which hit in to a pile of boxes causing an almost avalanche of old belongings. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the hatch. Angel opened it, hoping to distract himself. Buffy was standing beneath him glaring up irately.
"What the hell is going on?" Angel sighed, not wanting to tell the truth he had to find a believable lie, but before he got the chance Buffy answered herself. "Spike's throwing a tantrum isn't he? Just, don't break anything!" She shouted past Angel to Spike, who had sense calmed down and was now just sulking where he sat on the bed, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. She then turned back to Angel. "The sun will be down in about half an hour, I'll come get you when it is." She then walked away as Angel closed the hatch up.
End of chapter four
Okay, it's a bit odd I know, but review anyways please… any ideas as well?