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Chapter 13


“How’ve you been?” Angelus asked as he wandered around the factory.

Spike stayed on guard as he watched the other man. “No complaints,” he
replied with as much nonchalance as he could muster. “Where’s Darla?”

“Oh, she didn’t really feel like making the trip on such short notice.”

Spike stared at the older vampire before calmly pulling out his cigarettes
and lighting one with deliberate ease. “Short notice?” he repeated as
Angelus approached him. “What are you doing here, Gramps?” Spike asked,
blowing smoke in his face.

“Heard my boy was going soft,” Angelus replied with an evil smirk. “Chasing
after the Slayer, but not for the obvious reasons. People are saying that
you’re in love with her.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Angelus,” Spike replied. “Or what
business it is of yours.”

“I’d say it’s my business when what you do affects me and my life.”

“Affects you?” Spike repeated with a laugh. “In case you’ve forgotten,
mate,” he continued, practically spitting out the words. “I’m the only
member of the Order of Aurelius that has killed not one, but TWO slayers.
How many have you killed, or even fought for that matter?” he asked,
watching as Angelus’ expression darkened. “That’s what I thought, so why
don’t you sod off?”

“Then why are you having difficulties with the newest little spitfire?” the
other vampire asked. “The Chinese Slayer didn’t last more than one fight,
and what’s her name from New York was gone after no more than two rounds.
What’s the problem with this one?”

“No problems,” Spike replied, his mind flashing to Buffy straddling him
less than an hour before, her naked body on top of his as she leaned forward
to kiss him. “I have her exactly where I want her. Now if you’ll excuse
me, I need to get some sleep.”

Angelus raised an eyebrow and smirked as Spike disappeared into the back of
the factory.

* * * * *

“What’s the what, Giles?” Buffy asked, walking into the library after school
and throwing her backpack down on the table, with Willow and Xander
following closely behind.

“Well,” Giles began. “We’ve located a nest of vampires that needs to be
dealt with as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I’ll make a pass tonight and-“

“I really think daylight is the best option, Buffy,” Giles said in his
‘Watcher’ voice. “The rest of us can go with you to give you any assistance
you may need, but-“

“Fine, Giles. When do you want to go?”

* * * * *

“I have a question for you, Willie,” Angelus said, sitting in a chair and
propping his feet up on the long table as Spike finally reappeared. Angelus
was beginning to get impatient but kept his temper in check as his
grandchilde approached.

“It’s Spike,” he growled in response, keeping a careful eye on the other
man.

“When was the last time you made a kill?” he asked, watching the blonde with
interest.

Spike’s eyes widened when he realized that he hadn’t killed anyone since his
feelings had changed for Buffy. He merely fed and discarded the dazed
humans, never giving them a second thought. Never giving his actions a
second thought…until now. “Last night,” he lied with practiced ease.

“You’re probably getting hungry then,” Angelus replied with a smirk.

“Not like I can do anything about it until sundown,” Spike arching one
eyebrow, wondering what he was getting to.

“I think we can do something to rectify that,” Angelus said with a broad
smile, climbing to his feet and snapping his fingers at the minions behind
him. Spike watched with a feeling of dread as two of them disappeared into
one of the hallways while Angelus walked in a circle around Spike.
“Consider it a…housewarming gift,” he said with a devilish smile as he kept
a careful eye on the blonde.

Spike eyed him warily, but his attention was soon drawn to the hallway as a
girl was dragged out by two of the minions.

‘No problem,’ Spike thought. ‘Kill the chit and get the old ponce off your
back. You’re still a demon- it’s not like you haven’t done it before.’

As the girl got closer, Spike felt his stomach drop when he noticed the
strong resemblance to Buffy. The girl’s hair was a little longer, but it
was the same shade of blonde. Her eyes were the same color of green.
Angelus had really done his homework when he thought of this little
‘present’.

‘My Grandsire and his fucked up mind games,’ Spike thought bitterly.

“Go ahead, Spikey,” Angelus said with a grin. “Enjoy.”

Spike swallowed hard as the girl looked at him with pleading eyes. He
tightened his jaw, bringing his demon forth before quickly snapping the
girl’s neck and sinking his fangs into her jugular, ignoring the nagging
feeling in the pit of his stomach as he drained the lifeless body.

He let the limp bundle fall to the floor, staring at his grandsire when the
doors to the factory burst open. A flurry of activity seemed to overwhelm
the vampires as the minions who tried to fight off the intruders began
dwindling in numbers. Spike was about to join in the fight against whoever
dared to disturb his home when the crowd seemed to part and he caught a
glimpse of the woman who had spent last night in his arms.

Buffy quickly staked a vampire, moving further into the factory and stopping
cold when she saw the two vampires. Her ‘spidey sense’ was practically
making her recoil from the power of the two men, seconds before she realized
who was standing there.

Spike reverted back to his human face as Buffy stared at him with wide eyes,
seconds before turning her gaze to the dead girl at his feet.

She felt like she was moving in slow motion, putting the pieces together.
The girl, who, from this angle, bore an uncanny resemblance to her, Spike
being in demon form moments ago, the blood that was still dripping from his
lips…

Buffy put her hand to her mouth as she felt the bile rise in her throat.
“Oh my God.”





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