Somewhere along the way Willow had fallen asleep, and Spike had
decided to just let her lay; figuring that she must have been
exhausted from her day.
The black DeSoto pulled up to the new headquarters of Angel's
investigations firm. As he walked through the door he heard a
muffled, "EEP!" coming from the direction of the May Queen's desk.
Turning his full attention to the cowering mortal, Spike growled
out, "Where's my Sire?"
The growling was more for the fear he smelled come off of her in
waves, than for the actual need to scare her. No one in Sunnydale
was stilled scared of him, and he meant to make the most of her
terror.
All of a sudden, however, her demeanor drastically changed. "Listen
here, Mr. Scary un-bitey Spike Vamp, Angel is in there with a
customer, an actual paying customer. You are not going to be
the
reason that I have no money. Soon I won't be able to afford my
own
clothes. You would have me living in poverty. You are so
not going
in there."
Before he could answer the chit's tirade, Angel, the poof himself,
escorted a skittish little man out of his office. Spike chose
that
moment to announce his presence to his sire.
"Daddy, I'm home," Spike crooned.
"Spike…" Angel ground out, "Cordelia, why don't you show Mr. Coles
out, please." Angel had no idea why Spike was here, but the memories
of their last meeting were still fresh in his mind. Hot pokers are
not something that you forget. Even if Spike was incapable of
causing a mortal harm, he could still kill demons.
"Stop it, Spike. I don't want to cause any trouble, and you are
going to either," spoke a quiet voice from just inside the hotel
entrance.
"Sorry Red." Spike was immediately contrite, instinctively knowing
that the redhead did not need his brash comments right now.
"Willow! It is so good to see you. But why are you here?
With
Spike?" the souled vampire made his way over to the diminutive
hacker an enveloped her in a bone-crunching hug.
"Peaches, get your grabby hands offa Willow. She's been through
an
ordeal." Spike might have understood her problems, but he was
in no
way tactful about announcing them for the world to hear.
"Yes, Angel, it's good to see you too. I'm here because I needed
to
get away. Spike's here because he offered to take me. And
no, I
have not been through an ordeal" she said the last part while glaring
as harshly as she could at Spike.
"Pet, he's gonna have to know sooner or later that the vampire layer
is no longer the vampire layer, she's the moron layer." Spike
grinned at the chaos that he knew was about to erupt from his simple
statement.
"What?" Cordelia, who had just gotten back from escorting her
paying
customer out, and Angel shouted at once.
"It's simple really. My best friend, Buffy, is sleeping with Xander,
my boyfriend. They also think that I am worthless." She
said in a
resigned tone, tears threatening.
"Ah pet, I didn't mean to make you cry. I just wanted to see the
look on Pouf's face when he found out."
"Buffy is sleeping with Xander? Eww!" squealed Cordy in a delayed
reaction.
Angel was somewhat shocked, but had realized that the blond that he
loved had been an ideal…the real Buffy was a self-centered bitch.
He
had not though, however, that she could be totally uncaring towards
her best friend's feelings.
Wesley picked that exact moment to come in. "What is all the
ruckus?" in the same stuffy accent that Giles had used. It seemed
that all watchers spoke in the same boring monologue.
"Buffy is sleeping with Xander!" Cordy squealed once again, seemingly
fixated on that one point.
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