"Why are you here Spike?" Angel sighed as he looked at his nervous childe.
Spike shifted restlessly in his seat, trying his best to avoid eye contact
with the man he was depending on to help him.
/Only I would be stupid enough to beg for help from someone who would
probably be happy to see me as a pile of dust./ Spike thought.
Spike fumbled with the ends of his duster, while he tried to come up
with
some valid reason for his sudden reapperance on his Sire's doorstep.
Finally he gave up and the whole story just tumbled out of his mouth.
"I can't kill people anymore. I got captured by some soddin' military
poofs
who put some chip in my brain that won't let me even hurt someone.
I went
to the Slayer and they kept me chained up in the Watcher's bathrub,
and
made me drink pig's blood. Me! A master vampire drinking pig's blood,"
he
spat," and out of a bleedin' novelty mug no less."
Angel's brows knit together in concern. Even though he knew that he
should
be pleased at the sudden harmlessness of the other vampire, he couldn't
help but feel bad for him. Spike had been made helpless, unabe to defend
himself, and forced to rely on his enemies for help. Part of him was
filled
with a barely contained fury at the bastards who had done this to his
property, his childe. Surprised at the sudden surge of possesiveness
he
felt towards the other man, he mearly nodded, silently waiting for
Spike to
continue.
"Cor, you would not believe the things that Watcher does when the others
aren't around. I swear if I never see the Rocky Horror Picture Show
again,
it will be too soon. I never want to see another man in fishnets again..."
"Spike," Angel interrupted, "why did you come here?"
"I want you to fix me."
Angel looked at him, arching an eyebrow. "And how would you propose
I do
that, Spike? Would you like me to just hack your skull open and fish
the
chip out with my bare hands?"
Spike was very fascinated by his finger nails at this point, staring
down
at them, eyeing the chipped black laquer warily. He didn't want to
admit
the truth, that he needed the comfort that only his Sire could provide.
He
ventured a glance at the dark haired man seated across from him rubbing
his
temples absently.
/He doesn't care. I shouldn't have come here. This was just another
mistake, right up there with going back to Sunnyhell./ Spike grimaced
slightly.
He stood up rapidly and started heading towards the door.
Angel watched him for a moment, debating whether to stop the younger
man.
He wasn't sure about the conflicting emotions he felt towards his Childe.
Spike was a part of him, something that he had created and loved, not
even
his soul could change that. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt
responsible for what happend to him. He didn't want Spike to kill again,
but he couldn't just abandon him.
With a weary sigh Angel stood up and caught the other man's arm. "Don't
go.
I don't know how to fix what they did to you, but I will try to find
out.
You can stay here in the meantime."
Spike drew in a small breath, not really believing what he heard before
his
cocky attitude returned. "Aww Peaches, I knew you couldn't resist me,"
he
said with a grin.