A.N. Sooo…onto chapter 8! Buffy will be making an appearance in Angel's world (season 5, after Fred died, while Angel is attempting to work on his Circle of the Black thorn deception plan) xXriujooXx, thanks for being such a faithfully reader 3
"I love you." "No you don't but thanks for sayin it." She braced herself as she was whipped from that memory, grateful to whatever God existed that she didn't have to stay and watch Spike burn. She was already swallowing a sob so she could greet Spike with a smile. Time seemed to stand still, as she ran through her goodbye speech in her head. How was she going to be able to say goodbye? What could she possibly say to him that would encompass all the things she felt? Why did she think this was a good idea? What was taking so long? Her mind was racing with questions and her stomach gave a violent lurch as she was pulled to an abrupt stop. She reached out to steady herself, shocked when her hand closed on a handle. "Where the hell am I?" she inquired, pulling on the handle. She was greeted by a blinding light accompanied by a frantic jostle of feet as she tried to take in her surroundings. Suits, lots and lots of people, some blonde bimbo sitting at a mahogany desk …and demons? She knew that this wasn't heaven…she remembered the peace and tranquility. This…well this…this had to be hell. Her heart clenched in her chest as she muttered a soft. "No." she shook her head. "No. He can't be here. He doesn't deserve to be here." She tried to grab onto the nearest person, letting out a frustrated grunt as her hands closed on air. "Come on!" she yelled, jumping as a door to her right opened up.
"Spike, you are NOT coming with me! And this is the last time I am telling you verbally." A familiar voice threatened as a pale hand slammed the door shut. Buffy shook her head, once, twice. NO WAY had she just heard Angel. She opened the door and came face to face with… "Spike!" she gasped, his name catching in her throat. She was dazed as her eyes rested on the other vampire in the room. "Angel." She whispered. 'Both of the men I love are dead.' She thought dismally holding back the tears that were filling in her eyes. "Well where are you goin'? Spike asked as Angel glared at him. "That falls into the category of none of your damn business." He growled. Spike chuckled softly. "Oooh. Hit a nerve did I peaches?" "Spike! For the last time, you are not coming. And don't call me peaches." "But you used to love it before…" he pouted. Angel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What are you doing in here anyway?" "Well if I had to watch you brood for one more second, I was going to stake you myself." Angels' eyes met his angrily. "You mean you would try." "Took you on once old man, pretty sure I could manage it again." Angel said nothing, just rose from his chair with a murderous glance. Spike faltered from half a second, thrown by the pure hatred in his eyes. Finally he sighed heavily. "Look, I am not thrilled about following you around either, but since I have decided to stay and fight the good fight you might as well get some use out of me." Fine," he started, gritting his teeth. "You can start by cleaning up every mess you have made since you got here!" he roared, crossing the room to circle the platinum male. Spike didn't have enough time to defend himself as Angel pushed open the doors and launched him into the main lobby with a hefty punch. "Stay out of my way Spike…last warning."
The doors closed with an ominous click as Spike wiped at the red streak of blood that was running down his face. "Poofter." He muttered darkly, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Ok…what the hell is going on?" Buffy asked to no one in particular, staring down at the blonde vampire as if she expected an answer. The blonde bimbo came running from behind the desk, just as Buffy recognized her. "Harmony!" she cried as Harmony put her hands on her hips and glowered at Spike. "Oh man! Do you have any idea how hard it is getting blood out of the carpet?" she held up her hand towards him. "And my nails haven't even dried!" Spike rose to his feet, shaking his duster back into place. "Thanks ever so for the concern." "Well do you always have to antagonize him?" "I wasn't!" he sputtered. "Well he started it!" Harmony gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. "He has been super grouchy lately." "Yeah like he has an even bigger stick up his ass than usual." "Well everyone has been kinda wiggy since…" she broke off and Spike ran a hand through his hair. "Right well…think I'll go check on Wes. See how he's getting on." He turned and stalked off. "Wesley?" Buffy questioned aloud as a loud chirping sounded from the desk. "Oh!" Harmony exclaimed, rushing to answer the phone. "Wolfram and Hart Offices, Harmony speaking how may I help you?" Buffy stared at Harmony, the gears in her brain working overtime. "Wolfram and Hart… that would mean…" She whirled to glare at the leather silhouette that was quickly fading down the hallway. "SPIKE!" she roared, enraged as she felt the pull of the spell taking her away. Within moments she was gone.
Spike spun around so fast he almost fell over as he looked for the owner of the seriously brassed off voice he could have sworn he just heard. Nothing…no Buffy, just silence all the way down. In the distance he could hear Harmony mindlessly chattering on about something. He shrugged both shoulders and continued his decent to Wesley's office. "Weird." He stated, shaking off a shiver that was working its way into his bones.
Afterword: Sooo…what did you think? I kinda liked it. Hope I did you proud xXriujooXx. Stay with me only a couple more chapters to go.