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kat8chaTitle: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel
Spoilers: “School Hard”
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Spotting his grand-sire coming down the hall William the Bloody fought down a shout of triumph. The reason he and Dru had come to the Hellmouth was to find Angelus, she needed his blood to get better. “Angelus!” Then Spike had to fight not to raise an eyebrow in enquiry, his grand-sire was holding a yummy human under his arm and the mortal was pouring distrust, anger, and fear in waves. His curly brown hair was falling into equally delicious brown eyes which held faint, and probably ever-present, laugh lines at the edges. He had a light gold tan; typical for a SoCal boy but made even more scrumptious on his lean, lightly muscled body. The boy was athletic, but not a jock, maybe a runner or a swimmer. In short: Spike’s type.
“Spike!” Angelus answered and the blonde tossed the pole he had been using to poke holes in the ceiling to the side. This was more important.
“I’ll be damned!” Hugging his grand-sire the bleached demon fought down a growl at the feeling of the human being pressed next to certain parts of his anatomy, he still sensed something funny going on though. The crux of the matter was William the Bloody knew he had seen this particular mortal somewhere before. In fact, knew exactly where he had seen him; tossing a stake to the blonde, air-headed Slayer so she could dust the minion he’d thrown her way.
“I taught you to always guard your perimeter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there.” Angelus said, trying for mock sternness and almost achieving it. But something was wrong with the man he had considered his teacher for most of his unlife. He was so easily read, and right now so very uneasy.
“I did. I’m surrounded by idiots. What’s new with you?” He asked quite obviously eying the yummy treat under Angelus’ thick arm. The poor pet was starting to become a little lightheaded from having his grand-sire’s arm there, obvious in the way his eyes were starting to glaze. His eyes snapped back to Angelus’ at the answer to his question.
“Everything.” So much weight behind that statement that Spike fought not to shift his feet. Any move he made would be noted by the older vampire and he would probably find himself taken down if his suspicions were true. “Yeah.” Spike responded uneasily. “Come up against this Slayer yet?” He moved closely to his grand-sire, keeping a careful eye on his soon to be pet though.
“She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured' act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!” Angel laughed and hoped it sounded convincing. His demon seemed all kinds of happy and enthusiastic about seeing Spike again, which also meant Drusilla would probably be in town. William was tied to her by some sort of impervious string. Praying that his plan would distract Spike for a little while at least. After all Harris was Spike’s type and was even tempting to Angelus at times Spike should buy it right?
“People still fall for that Anne Rice routine. What a world!” Spike laughed and though he did not look like it his mind was working on overdrive. Angelus was a damn fine actor but did not seem to be that happy to see him. His grand-sire would either have told him to piss off or truly been happy to see him. Which begged the question why wasn’t this vampire? Answer: not Angelus. This round of thoughts led to all new disturbing questions though. Why not? Thinking back a few decades he remembered a conversation between the bitch Darla and his Dark Princess; about a white bird, and a caged beast and then Darla….
*
Blonde hair flying with cheeks flushed from a recent meal the bitch went game faced and lunged at the other vampiress even as tears streaked down her cheeks. “How was I supposed to know those gypsies would give him a soul?!?!?”
*
A Soul!!! Slammed back into the present by his soon-to-be-pet’s croak, “I knew you were lying.” Angelus tightened his arm slightly but the brave little toaster went on, “Undead liar guy.” Smirking Spike knew this one was a keeper, anyone who could irritate his grand-sire enough to get him to offer his neck to an enemy would be useful to have around. Plus he was damn brave.
“Wanna bite before we kill her?” Angelus asked bending over the barred neck. Pretending to go along with it Spike took a step closer to the pair.
“I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.” Spike murmured entranced by the swirls in the lovely boy’s eyes. Angelus shrugged it off.
“I'm not much for company.” Angel answered and wondered why Spike was not taking a bite. He always was one to take the finer things in life first. Eyeing his grand-childe he was frozen by the piercing blue of his eyes. “No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?” Spike sneered this time, he knew why. And as soon as he got back to Dru they would be cooking up a way to fix that. Well, that and how to get his pet away from the Slayer.
“Scared?” Maybe Spike was buying into the act but still Angel could not remember a time the bleached vampire would have called Angelus scared. But his fears were quickly pushed back by Spike again.
“Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?” Spike put all his scorn and worry over Angelus’ situation in that one sentence. His grand-sire, Head of the line of Aurelius; if the Master and Darla were really dead, was brought down to the level of… of a house-pet.
“I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I'll just feed and run.” Angel was affronted that Spike had so correctly summed up Angelus’ feeling on his position. Moving quickly he was almost to Xander’s warm, blood filled neck, and really praying he would not have to bit it when…
Holding up his hand Spike stopped his poofy grand-sire from doing something he probably would have regretted. “Don't be silly! We're all friends. We'll do it together. Let's drink to it.” Smirking now Spike bent over the cute mortal with his grand-sire. The mortal was now flooding the air with his fear and anger but underneath that all was bravery. Spike’s new toy would stand up to anything it seemed. Rearing back suddenly Spike quickly punched his sire making the other man stagger back but still keeping his hold on the boy; for a moment before realizing it wasn’t the safest position for him and letting his arm drop. “You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were
my... Yoda!” Spike’s angry. Soul or not he was Spike’s idol and having him try such a lame trick and doing it so incredibly badly. It made his blood boil.
“Things change.” A wealth of pain under that statement and Spike almost regrets his next actions. Almost.
“Not us! Not demons! Man, I can't believe this. You Uncle Tom!” Bending he quickly moved to grab his escaping pet. “Come on, people! This isn't a spectator sport!” The minions launched at Angelus and instead of fleeing, which would have been the smart thing, he tried to fight them off. Probably because Spike was reaching for the boy.
Making a break for the door Xander’s heart skipped a beat when William the Bloody appeared in front of him with vampiric super-speed. Backing up he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and stood stock still, meeting Spike’s blue eyes. So blue, bluer then the deep blue sea, bluer then a sapphire, like a cloudless sky. Mentally shaking off the distraction he faked a lunge to the left while actually headed towards the right and in an embarrassingly short amount of time found himself caught, spun around and plastered against a hard cold chest. Spike smiled slightly liking the feel of the boys warm body pressed against his, even with all the clothes pressed in between. His pet was filled with such fire and spirit; as evidenced when he had met his eyes. Leading him around the big fight he brought him into a position where his grand-sire would be able to see and where his pet could watch the display.
Angel struggled as a dozen minions pinned him to the floor and he watched Spike paw Xander. That’s exactly what it was; pawing. Spike kept one hand in the teen’s brown hair, too short to really hold onto much, but he was petting, rubbing the scalp. His other hand wandered over the boy’s body, stroking an arm here, chest there, once even brushing over the boy’s hip. Xander had shuddered at that, becoming more and more aroused at these light teasing touches; even if he wished he wasn’t.
Xander was wishing he was anywhere else right now, wished that Giles had not made him go get Angel, since he was now being held by the very vampire they all wanted to be very far away from. The ‘Slayer of Slayers’; William the Bloody, Spike. Said vampire was touching him in ways that Cordelia never had their quick, hot, and needy groping in the broom closets all paled in comparison to these cold brushes. He knew it was wrong for so many reasons; one: guy, two:vampire, three: he’s gonna kill Buffy.
“Wished we could have done this some other way Angelus. It’s too bad about the soul.” His grand-sire froze under the minions eyes wide as dinner plates and looking so fragile. Like the wrong word could break him into a million pieces.
“God… You knew?” Angel asked, voice flat and leeched of emotion. His grand-childe shook his head and circled Xander’s waist now simply petting his side. The boy shivered eye’s tightly shut against what was happening.
“Darla mentioned it once right before she left us. Drusilla knew I think, but she would never have told me if it was not meant to happen that way.” His boy was trying to ignore what was happening to him couldn’t have that now could they? Bending to the brunet’s ear he gave it a casual lick and enjoyed both his captives shudder and Angelus’ renewed struggles. “Ever want to do this Sire? Want to touch this pretty little Hellmouth boy? Want to make him scream?” Arms tightening around his prize just this side of painful. “You knew he would be the perfect thing to distract me with. So pretty, so perfectly my type.” Pet was shuddering in his grip and had opened his so innocent, and yet so jaded, eyes to stare at Angelus. To plead with him to tell the crazy vampire holding him that he was wrong.
Angelus answered by stilling again and looking away. Looking anywhere but at the pair. Xander whimpered slightly now actively fighting against the preternatural vampire hold. Wrenching his shoulder and arms free he might have gotten a few inches away except for the bruising hold on his hips. “Uh-uh pet. Haven’t gotten a gift from my grand-sire since he got the bloody soul. Gonna keep you I am.” Xander yelped as he was pulled back and spun around. “Hello Slayer.”
Buffy froze at the sight of her best friend being held against the vampire’s chest and her vampiric boyfriend being held to the floor by a bunch of minions. “Buffy! Just run!” Angel shouted as he began to fight against the minions hold again.
“Let Xander go.” She said stalwartly hefting her ax menacingly. The vampire looked down at the shivering teen in his grasp. “Xander? That’s an… interesting name pet.” He grinned toothily back at the Slayer. “Beats the pants off of Buffy it does.” Then he flung the mortal into the lockers and grabbed up his pipe.
Xander hit the lockers hard and slumped down the floor slightly, wondering if he had been hurt enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. Inching closer to Angel’s fight with the minions he listened to the witty banter. “Do we really need weapons for this?” Buffy voices questioningly. Spike glances at his pole and shrugs dropping it again.
“I just like them. They make me feel all manly.” Buffy drops her ax and moves forward. “The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life.” Buffy just looks at him scornfully. “You don't strike me as the begging kind.”
“You shouldn'ta come here.” Buffy says voice serious and dangerous. Xander’s made it behind the minions and a few are eyes him hungrily. Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out his spare cross and swings it in front of him. The closest minions skitter off leaving Angel with only a few to throw off him easily. Standing the minions launch at him and Angel ducks them but the basically manage to push him and Xander out into the hall.
“No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff and touched your friend and hurt your boytoy. But I just got so bored. I'll tell you what. As a personal favor from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.”
Buffy growled. “No, Spike. It's gonna hurt a lot.” The doors closed behind the minions and Angel and Xander began to fight in earnest.
Later after the fight with the minions is done and Spike’s gone back to his hide-out to lick his wounds Xander is left facing Angel with a million questions bouncing around his skull. “So, when you gave him my neck to chew on, why didn't you clock him before he had a chance to clock you?” Not the one he really wanted to ask but the Xanman figures if he ignores the ones bouncing around his skull that he can just repress the entire evening.
“I told you. I couldn't make the first move. I had to see if he was buying it or not.” Angel said edging away from the mortal who was riling up his demon so easily. He still held the scent of fear from his earlier encounter with his grand-childe.
Gulping Xander asked another of the not-so-controversial questions. “A-and if he bit me, what then?”
“We would've known he bought it.” Walking by he heard Xander stop and started to relax his stony visage just a little when Xander asks one of the questions he wanted to avoid. “Hey, what's the deal with you being Spike's sire? What's a sire?” Angel sighed and turned to face Xander.
“Nothing you have to worry about.” Fading back Angel pulls his disappearing act and leaves one bewildered boy in his wake.
After killing Collin he smiles at his Dru before deciding to tell her the bad news. “Princess, Angelus has got himself a…”
“A soul. Mummy knew, but there was nothing we could do before. Now though we can make the birdy leave the cage and let the beast out to play.” Giggling she encircled him with her arms. “But tell me precious did Daddy offer you the little kitten?” Spike smiled at her question knowing instantly who she meant.
“Oh yeah Dru, and he’s gonna be so much fun to play with.”
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel
Spoilers: “School Hard”
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Spotting his grand-sire coming down the hall William the Bloody fought down a shout of triumph. The reason he and Dru had come to the Hellmouth was to find Angelus, she needed his blood to get better. “Angelus!” Then Spike had to fight not to raise an eyebrow in enquiry, his grand-sire was holding a yummy human under his arm and the mortal was pouring distrust, anger, and fear in waves. His curly brown hair was falling into equally delicious brown eyes which held faint, and probably ever-present, laugh lines at the edges. He had a light gold tan; typical for a SoCal boy but made even more scrumptious on his lean, lightly muscled body. The boy was athletic, but not a jock, maybe a runner or a swimmer. In short: Spike’s type.
“Spike!” Angelus answered and the blonde tossed the pole he had been using to poke holes in the ceiling to the side. This was more important.
“I’ll be damned!” Hugging his grand-sire the bleached demon fought down a growl at the feeling of the human being pressed next to certain parts of his anatomy, he still sensed something funny going on though. The crux of the matter was William the Bloody knew he had seen this particular mortal somewhere before. In fact, knew exactly where he had seen him; tossing a stake to the blonde, air-headed Slayer so she could dust the minion he’d thrown her way.
“I taught you to always guard your perimeter. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there.” Angelus said, trying for mock sternness and almost achieving it. But something was wrong with the man he had considered his teacher for most of his unlife. He was so easily read, and right now so very uneasy.
“I did. I’m surrounded by idiots. What’s new with you?” He asked quite obviously eying the yummy treat under Angelus’ thick arm. The poor pet was starting to become a little lightheaded from having his grand-sire’s arm there, obvious in the way his eyes were starting to glaze. His eyes snapped back to Angelus’ at the answer to his question.
“Everything.” So much weight behind that statement that Spike fought not to shift his feet. Any move he made would be noted by the older vampire and he would probably find himself taken down if his suspicions were true. “Yeah.” Spike responded uneasily. “Come up against this Slayer yet?” He moved closely to his grand-sire, keeping a careful eye on his soon to be pet though.
“She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured' act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!” Angel laughed and hoped it sounded convincing. His demon seemed all kinds of happy and enthusiastic about seeing Spike again, which also meant Drusilla would probably be in town. William was tied to her by some sort of impervious string. Praying that his plan would distract Spike for a little while at least. After all Harris was Spike’s type and was even tempting to Angelus at times Spike should buy it right?
“People still fall for that Anne Rice routine. What a world!” Spike laughed and though he did not look like it his mind was working on overdrive. Angelus was a damn fine actor but did not seem to be that happy to see him. His grand-sire would either have told him to piss off or truly been happy to see him. Which begged the question why wasn’t this vampire? Answer: not Angelus. This round of thoughts led to all new disturbing questions though. Why not? Thinking back a few decades he remembered a conversation between the bitch Darla and his Dark Princess; about a white bird, and a caged beast and then Darla….
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Blonde hair flying with cheeks flushed from a recent meal the bitch went game faced and lunged at the other vampiress even as tears streaked down her cheeks. “How was I supposed to know those gypsies would give him a soul?!?!?”
*
A Soul!!! Slammed back into the present by his soon-to-be-pet’s croak, “I knew you were lying.” Angelus tightened his arm slightly but the brave little toaster went on, “Undead liar guy.” Smirking Spike knew this one was a keeper, anyone who could irritate his grand-sire enough to get him to offer his neck to an enemy would be useful to have around. Plus he was damn brave.
“Wanna bite before we kill her?” Angelus asked bending over the barred neck. Pretending to go along with it Spike took a step closer to the pair.
“I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.” Spike murmured entranced by the swirls in the lovely boy’s eyes. Angelus shrugged it off.
“I'm not much for company.” Angel answered and wondered why Spike was not taking a bite. He always was one to take the finer things in life first. Eyeing his grand-childe he was frozen by the piercing blue of his eyes. “No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?” Spike sneered this time, he knew why. And as soon as he got back to Dru they would be cooking up a way to fix that. Well, that and how to get his pet away from the Slayer.
“Scared?” Maybe Spike was buying into the act but still Angel could not remember a time the bleached vampire would have called Angelus scared. But his fears were quickly pushed back by Spike again.
“Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?” Spike put all his scorn and worry over Angelus’ situation in that one sentence. His grand-sire, Head of the line of Aurelius; if the Master and Darla were really dead, was brought down to the level of… of a house-pet.
“I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I'll just feed and run.” Angel was affronted that Spike had so correctly summed up Angelus’ feeling on his position. Moving quickly he was almost to Xander’s warm, blood filled neck, and really praying he would not have to bit it when…
Holding up his hand Spike stopped his poofy grand-sire from doing something he probably would have regretted. “Don't be silly! We're all friends. We'll do it together. Let's drink to it.” Smirking now Spike bent over the cute mortal with his grand-sire. The mortal was now flooding the air with his fear and anger but underneath that all was bravery. Spike’s new toy would stand up to anything it seemed. Rearing back suddenly Spike quickly punched his sire making the other man stagger back but still keeping his hold on the boy; for a moment before realizing it wasn’t the safest position for him and letting his arm drop. “You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were
my... Yoda!” Spike’s angry. Soul or not he was Spike’s idol and having him try such a lame trick and doing it so incredibly badly. It made his blood boil.
“Things change.” A wealth of pain under that statement and Spike almost regrets his next actions. Almost.
“Not us! Not demons! Man, I can't believe this. You Uncle Tom!” Bending he quickly moved to grab his escaping pet. “Come on, people! This isn't a spectator sport!” The minions launched at Angelus and instead of fleeing, which would have been the smart thing, he tried to fight them off. Probably because Spike was reaching for the boy.
Making a break for the door Xander’s heart skipped a beat when William the Bloody appeared in front of him with vampiric super-speed. Backing up he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and stood stock still, meeting Spike’s blue eyes. So blue, bluer then the deep blue sea, bluer then a sapphire, like a cloudless sky. Mentally shaking off the distraction he faked a lunge to the left while actually headed towards the right and in an embarrassingly short amount of time found himself caught, spun around and plastered against a hard cold chest. Spike smiled slightly liking the feel of the boys warm body pressed against his, even with all the clothes pressed in between. His pet was filled with such fire and spirit; as evidenced when he had met his eyes. Leading him around the big fight he brought him into a position where his grand-sire would be able to see and where his pet could watch the display.
Angel struggled as a dozen minions pinned him to the floor and he watched Spike paw Xander. That’s exactly what it was; pawing. Spike kept one hand in the teen’s brown hair, too short to really hold onto much, but he was petting, rubbing the scalp. His other hand wandered over the boy’s body, stroking an arm here, chest there, once even brushing over the boy’s hip. Xander had shuddered at that, becoming more and more aroused at these light teasing touches; even if he wished he wasn’t.
Xander was wishing he was anywhere else right now, wished that Giles had not made him go get Angel, since he was now being held by the very vampire they all wanted to be very far away from. The ‘Slayer of Slayers’; William the Bloody, Spike. Said vampire was touching him in ways that Cordelia never had their quick, hot, and needy groping in the broom closets all paled in comparison to these cold brushes. He knew it was wrong for so many reasons; one: guy, two:vampire, three: he’s gonna kill Buffy.
“Wished we could have done this some other way Angelus. It’s too bad about the soul.” His grand-sire froze under the minions eyes wide as dinner plates and looking so fragile. Like the wrong word could break him into a million pieces.
“God… You knew?” Angel asked, voice flat and leeched of emotion. His grand-childe shook his head and circled Xander’s waist now simply petting his side. The boy shivered eye’s tightly shut against what was happening.
“Darla mentioned it once right before she left us. Drusilla knew I think, but she would never have told me if it was not meant to happen that way.” His boy was trying to ignore what was happening to him couldn’t have that now could they? Bending to the brunet’s ear he gave it a casual lick and enjoyed both his captives shudder and Angelus’ renewed struggles. “Ever want to do this Sire? Want to touch this pretty little Hellmouth boy? Want to make him scream?” Arms tightening around his prize just this side of painful. “You knew he would be the perfect thing to distract me with. So pretty, so perfectly my type.” Pet was shuddering in his grip and had opened his so innocent, and yet so jaded, eyes to stare at Angelus. To plead with him to tell the crazy vampire holding him that he was wrong.
Angelus answered by stilling again and looking away. Looking anywhere but at the pair. Xander whimpered slightly now actively fighting against the preternatural vampire hold. Wrenching his shoulder and arms free he might have gotten a few inches away except for the bruising hold on his hips. “Uh-uh pet. Haven’t gotten a gift from my grand-sire since he got the bloody soul. Gonna keep you I am.” Xander yelped as he was pulled back and spun around. “Hello Slayer.”
Buffy froze at the sight of her best friend being held against the vampire’s chest and her vampiric boyfriend being held to the floor by a bunch of minions. “Buffy! Just run!” Angel shouted as he began to fight against the minions hold again.
“Let Xander go.” She said stalwartly hefting her ax menacingly. The vampire looked down at the shivering teen in his grasp. “Xander? That’s an… interesting name pet.” He grinned toothily back at the Slayer. “Beats the pants off of Buffy it does.” Then he flung the mortal into the lockers and grabbed up his pipe.
Xander hit the lockers hard and slumped down the floor slightly, wondering if he had been hurt enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. Inching closer to Angel’s fight with the minions he listened to the witty banter. “Do we really need weapons for this?” Buffy voices questioningly. Spike glances at his pole and shrugs dropping it again.
“I just like them. They make me feel all manly.” Buffy drops her ax and moves forward. “The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life.” Buffy just looks at him scornfully. “You don't strike me as the begging kind.”
“You shouldn'ta come here.” Buffy says voice serious and dangerous. Xander’s made it behind the minions and a few are eyes him hungrily. Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out his spare cross and swings it in front of him. The closest minions skitter off leaving Angel with only a few to throw off him easily. Standing the minions launch at him and Angel ducks them but the basically manage to push him and Xander out into the hall.
“No. I've messed up your doilies and stuff and touched your friend and hurt your boytoy. But I just got so bored. I'll tell you what. As a personal favor from me to you I'll make it quick. It won't hurt a bit.”
Buffy growled. “No, Spike. It's gonna hurt a lot.” The doors closed behind the minions and Angel and Xander began to fight in earnest.
Later after the fight with the minions is done and Spike’s gone back to his hide-out to lick his wounds Xander is left facing Angel with a million questions bouncing around his skull. “So, when you gave him my neck to chew on, why didn't you clock him before he had a chance to clock you?” Not the one he really wanted to ask but the Xanman figures if he ignores the ones bouncing around his skull that he can just repress the entire evening.
“I told you. I couldn't make the first move. I had to see if he was buying it or not.” Angel said edging away from the mortal who was riling up his demon so easily. He still held the scent of fear from his earlier encounter with his grand-childe.
Gulping Xander asked another of the not-so-controversial questions. “A-and if he bit me, what then?”
“We would've known he bought it.” Walking by he heard Xander stop and started to relax his stony visage just a little when Xander asks one of the questions he wanted to avoid. “Hey, what's the deal with you being Spike's sire? What's a sire?” Angel sighed and turned to face Xander.
“Nothing you have to worry about.” Fading back Angel pulls his disappearing act and leaves one bewildered boy in his wake.
After killing Collin he smiles at his Dru before deciding to tell her the bad news. “Princess, Angelus has got himself a…”
“A soul. Mummy knew, but there was nothing we could do before. Now though we can make the birdy leave the cage and let the beast out to play.” Giggling she encircled him with her arms. “But tell me precious did Daddy offer you the little kitten?” Spike smiled at her question knowing instantly who she meant.
“Oh yeah Dru, and he’s gonna be so much fun to play with.”
