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Chapter 22

Vi sat on the swing in the park opposite the Summers house. She was still fuming at the way Xander and her watcher, Andrew, had dismissed her like a child. She’d show them she was no child. Next time Angel showed his face at the door, she’d confront him and tell him to leave Spike and Buffy in peace. Otherwise, she would stake him. She still didn’t understand why the two older Slayers hadn’t sorted out this mess by staking him the minute he showed up demanding his Queen and Buffy, almost taking them with him by force. Yeah, sure, they both had some sort of tie to him, Buffy being his ex-girlfriend. But now that she was mated to Spike, surely her feelings for the dark-haired vampire were gone. Faith was a different matter entirely. She wasn’t sure how Faith was connected to the vampire.

If they wouldn’t stake him, she would.

She knew that the Council slightly changed their views about vampires without souls. Of course they were taught not to trust vampires, or to have second thoughts about staking them. Spike’s way of trying to change without a soul had thrown the Council for a loop. Now, the old members of the Council were dead. . They had changed their way of separating the world into black and white. At this moment there were two soulless vampires helping them with the mess with Tara. Vi just couldn’t understand why they were helping, and why Buffy and Faith weren’t doing their job, finally putting a stake through Angel’s heart. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the arrival of familiar car.

Angel’s black car pulled up outside the house. Angel was in a foul mood.

“Finally, here we are, and this time I’m not leaving without that child! Even if I have to kill Buffy, Faith and anyone else who gets in my way. I’m taking her with me. I’ve wasted enough time in this poxy, bloody country. It’s cold and damp; I fucking hate it here. I want to get home, where it’s warm, and I’m taking everything that’s mine with me.”

“Boss, what do you mean, everything?” Gunn was confused. What, or who, would they be taking back to L.A with them.

“Yes, everything, you igit, I’m taking my Queen, and Drusilla. She’s mine, and at least I can fuck her without her complaining if she tears or it hurts. Likes a bit of pain my Drusilla does and so will my Queen, when she’s ready.”

Seeing Angel’s car pulling up in front of the house, Vi decided that now was the time to put her plan into action. She checked that her stake was tucked up the edge of her sleeve in case things got messy. She was certain that this time, when she was done with him, Angel was going to leave. She would be the one to make sure he wouldn’t be back to bother the family inside the house again.

~*~*~*~*~*

At the same time in the basement, a snarling Spike still held Wesley by his throat, his feet hardly touching the ground.

“If you’re lying to me, you wanker, you won’t become Angel’s next dinner, you’ll be mine. Come on, spit it out, what is it that you’ve got to tell us?”

Buffy was watching her mate’s rough handling of her and Faith’s former Watcher.

“Spike, honey, let him go. If you bruise his windpipe, he won’t be able to tell us anything. He told Giles, he knew how to help us, and I don’t think he’d lie to the new head of the Council. Do you?

Letting Wesley’s feet touch the ground completely, Spike let his demon out, and stood face to face with Wesley.

“I mean it, prick, if you’re lying to anyone here, I will kill you. I’ll not put my family in danger for you, you wanker.”

Spike released the former watcher and stalked back, passing the room where Drusilla was chained up and calling him.

“Shut the fuck up Dru, I haven’t got time for you now!”

Giles watched the bad tempered vamp leave the room and knew that his next question wouldn’t be received well, but they needed his help.

“Spike, Spike could you please wait a minute. I need to ask you a favour. Willow needs to borrow your car.”

Spike turned on his heel, still in full demon face, and stared with blazing, yellow eyes unbelievingly at Giles.

“Are you completely fuckin’ loopy? You think that I’m going to let Red drive my classic Aston Martin DB5. You must be barmier than Drusilla, and I’ve got her chained up. Grr…”

Spike growled at Giles, intending to make the Watcher think he would do him some damage if he tried to ask him, again, for the loan of his precious car.

Buffy passed Tara to Willow, who still stood in the corridor in the basement watching the scene being played out in front of her eyes.

“Willow, could you hold her for just a minute, please? I think it’s time I calm my mate down, before he completely loses his head and bites someone, who’s not me. Spike, pack that in. Giles isn’t a bit scared of you, and you know it. Come on now, Willow will drive really carefully. She needs to go pick up Oz, and her car is in the garage getting fixed. And it’s not like she’s going alone, Xander’s going to go with her.”

Buffy had put her hand up to Spike’s brow and started to stroke the ridges of his forehead, soothing his demon. As the demon quietened down, he started to purr against her hand and pulled her to him inhaling her scent.

“Okay, Red can take my car, but if it gets one scratch on it, I’ll…?”

Spike took the keys from his pocket and passed them to Giles. Then releasing Buffy slightly, he pulled her up towards their bedroom, calling back that the others should mind Tara for a short while. He wanted his mate now. Any way he could, and he needed to be alone with her. The demon wouldn’t completely recede either, until it had had its fill of her.

As soon as Buffy and Spike had gone, Giles was in charge again.

“I suggest we adjourn to the drawing room. Willow, you and Xander go bring back Oz. I have a feeling that his presence is essential to getting Angel’s soul back. Spike had satellite-navigation fitted in all the cars from the household a few months ago. Trust Buffy to keep getting lost driving around London. It should help you get there and back quicker too. Wesley, I think you need to tell me exactly what you know about Angel’s lost soul. How we retrieve it again, because for some reason, I don’t think, this is going to be achieved with the spell we used twice before. We probably won’t be able to locate it in the ether and transfer it back to him again.”

Passing Tara to her aunt Dawn, Willow put on her jacket and called Xander down from the drawing room.

“Xander, come on, we going to get Oz.”

With a smile she dangled Spike’s car keys in front of his face.

“Wow, they’re Spike’s. Does he know you’re taking his Aston Martin? Because if he doesn’t, he’ll kill you, that’s a fact. That car’s his baby. He told me that he had it in storage for thirty years or more. He loves it more than he did the Desoto, and do you remember how beat up that car was?”

Xander was still rambling on they both climbed in the car to bring back the errant werewolf.

In the absence of Buffy and Spike, Giles assumed the mantel of leader.

“Now, I do believe we should do as Buffy and Spike have done, and go to our rooms. We should all try to get some rest, while we wait for Willow and Xander to bring back Oz. Dawn, take Tara with you. Her pram is in the hallway. I’ll carry it up for you, and she can sleep in that for now. Beatrice, stay with your grandsire please. Andrew, show Eve to one of the spare rooms in the attic, can you? Take one for yourself and Clem after you get all the Slayers in from their patrols. They can bed down in the drawing room. Faith, I do believe that Buffy keeps sleeping bags in the first floor airing closet. Wesley can share my room. It has twin beds and then we can discuss Angel, when everyone is more refreshed again. But for now, I want us all under the same roof and safe.”

Giles was exhausted. He had been awake for nearly 30 hours now, as had everyone else in the house. They weren’t all like Willow, who hardly ever needed to sleep. She had hardly slept since she cast the spell to turn every potential into a Slayer, once they reached the right age.


~*~*~*~*~*

Angel had been watching the house for a while for some kind of activity when the garage door under the house opened, and Spike’s classic car pull away.

“Dear me, Spike, you still have that old thing?”

He wasn’t sure, who was driving the car, but it sure wasn’t Spike. They were way too careful stopping at the give way-lines at the end of the street, before turning right and out of sight.

Vi had been waiting for her chance to sneak up on Angel. When she saw that he was distracted watching the departing car, she raised her stake, fully intending to take the vampire down before he knew what had hit him. She misjudged the vampire and was too slow. Angel whirled round, knocking the stake from her hand and grabbing her to him.

“Too slow, my precious. Does Buffy know you were going to stake her former lover? I bet she doesn’t, but I got plans for you my sweet. I was feeling a little bored, but I think you’ll make a nice plaything for a while, my lovely.”

He licked a trail down her cheek, to her breastbone, and then bundled her none too gently into the car.

“Back to the hotel now. I’ve got me a new toy to play with; and to train…”

There were tears in Vi’s eyes, as she looked back to see her watcher emerge through the front door of the house. He appeared to be looking for someone, as the car left the street. Angel sat next to her in the car, running his hand up her thigh.

Vi wondered what he meant about her becoming his plaything? And train her to do what, exactly. In that moment she realized she had been way over her head when she thought she could take down Angelus on her own.

Now she would pay for her foolishness…

TBC


PS : I got flamed last time I posted this chapter scaring away my muse for weeks. I still think it fits but if you don't please let me know why don't just scream at me and my muse......





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