Chapter 47
Angel saw the Summers home from a distance. This girl was foolish to meddle in the black arts, summoning ghosts. But the blonde witch seemed to keep things under control. For now at least Buffy didn't need his help. Angel started to leave, it was only then that he realized. He was so busy watching Buffy, he didn't notice he was being watched himself. Angel saw an old friend of sorts, Spike.
Angel: What are you doing here?
Spike: Watching you act like a pervert.
Angel: You shouldn't be here.
Spike: And you should?
Angel: Maybe not. But I have to help her. She's just a kid, and this place is bull of big bad things. You need to leave.
Spike: Sorry Angel, but I have business in Sunnydale.
Angel: Spike, we usually don't get along, but we go back a long way. I don't like the idea of killing you. But I will, if I have to.
Spike: I'd prefer not to kill you. But I will if you get in my way.
Angel: I guess we'll both do what we have to do.
Spike: Do me one favor. I don't care if you lie to yourself, or that blonde girl. But don't lie to me. Don't pretend that you're better than me.