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How to Treat Your
Lover
by Tami
Chapter 15
Step 1: Infatuation (Part 15)
Crawford Street Mansion
Angel was drowsy. He wanted to sleep longer, but his senses were keeping him from it. He reached out for Spike and didn’t feel his boy beside him. Concentrating on the sensations coming from his lower regions, Angel slid his hand down the bed, under the covers and laced his fingers through Spike’s hair. The gel had worked out somewhat during sleep, leaving the normally slicked back hair with stiff ringlets.
Still too tired to open his eyes, Angel lay there and enjoyed Spike’s ministrations. Normally he was the early riser, but from the feel of things, Spike had woken up maybe an hour ago. Too relaxed to move, he turned his head and cracked an eye open to glance at the clock. 3:45 p.m. They had managed to sleep a good portion of the day. Angel shut his eyes and tried to regain the tranquil feeling before he lost it. Relaxed. Not completely awake. Feeling Spike touch me. There we go. He buried his fingers in the blonde hair under the covers and arched against his boy’s touch.
Spike was settled between Angel’s legs, stroking the monolith that had buggered him into oblivion the night before, kissing and nipping over his Sire’s navel. He mouthed words against Angel’s stomach that he knew he would never say out loud: Master, lover, beloved. He imagined that they were being imprinted on his Sire’s skin each time he pressed his lips to the muscled flesh.
Feeling Angel’s fingers work through his hair, Spike moved down a little more and licked the shaft from the tip to the heavy sacs. The covers drowned out the growl from above as he teased his lover. When he purposefully missed the places Angel wanted him to go, his Sire tightened his hold at the nape of his neck and dragged his mouth over the neglected areas. Angel’s aggressive behavior may have lessened in the last twelve hours of sleep, but there were traces of it still present. That made Spike chuckle.
With a hand still on the back of the blonde head, Angel guided Spike up his body as his boy crawled out from under the covers, only to stop at his lips. He parted his lips under Spike’s and ghosted his tongue over the full lips covering his own. The kiss was tender, just a faint, gentle touch. It couldn’t be described as a lover’s kiss. A kiss like that was hot, passionate, hungry and devouring. This kiss was something he would have bestowed on Buffy.
Buffy who was too pure for him even though they had made love once. She was still chaste even if she was fucking that army punk nowadays. She was too good for anyone including himself. Buffy was flesh and blood and human. She would never understand a demon’s desires. The need to own, to possess, to sink fangs and cock deep into your lover’s body and feel them bite and claw and scratch your skin until you bled.
She didn’t know, but Spike did. He was a demon, his blood, his family, his childe. Spike knew what lay under the surface. There were no illusions with him. Spike’s own revelry in being what he was never allowed Angel to forget and lose himself. For that, he was grateful.
“You’re brooding again.” Spike’s voice sounded far away.
Angel looked up. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even realize Spike had pulled away to watch him with a creased brow. The dark vampire reached up and smoothed the lines on his childe’s forehead. “I was just thinking,” he said.
“Now, there’s a shock,” Spike commented dryly.
Angel’s lips quirked up in a smile. A tight knot in his chest that he didn’t even know was there, relaxed considerably. He didn’t trust Angelus’ word that he would not make an appearance and now he had the added security of Spike to keep him grounded. He looked up at the blonde whose head was cocked to one side looking at him with those big blue eyes under long sooty lashes. Angel caressed his fingertips over the high cheekbones, brushing them along the hallow cheeks, and then tracing them over Spike’s full red lips.
Spike watched his Sire’s dark eyes smolder as his fingers caressed his face. He felt like retching at the sappiness of the moment. The kiss and the touches were too light for his liking. He liked gentleness at times, but this was starting to get downright sickening sweet. When Angel traced his lips with his fingertips, Spike opened his mouth, bit down on the pads of his fingertips and sucked gently on the beads of blood that welled up.
Angel moaned softly when Spike bit into his index finger. When he felt his childe draw on the blood, he moved his finger around in the cool mouth, spreading the red liquid on his boy’s tongue. His cock hardened between them while he watched his childe’s throat work up and down as he swallowed Sire’s blood. He could watch Spike forever. It was going to hurt emotionally when he had to leave him to go back to L.A. tonight. He could feel the tightening in his chest at the thought.
Angel pulled his fingers out of Spike’s mouth, wrapped his hand around the back of the blonde head and pulled him back to his lips. Opening the younger vampire’ mouth with his tongue, he slipped inside, tasted his own blood and groaned. Reaching down to wrap his other hand around Spike’s hardened length, Angel rolled them over and pinned the blonde beneath him.
Spike glided his nails down Angel’s back as his Sire nipped at his chin and licked a path down his throat. He closed his eyes at the wonderful sensation when his elder found a favored spot and started sucking on it. This version of Possessive Angel he could handle. This is the one he knew to be his Sire in his true form. Angelus was like this, claiming him rough and passionately. He growled when Angel tightened his grip and began to jerk his cock in slow, sure strokes. Spike didn’t even feel his Sire move before he cried out when the other vampire bit his nipple.
“Angel, fuck!” Spike groaned as he arched against the sensual assault.
“I need you. Need you to come, Spike. Want to remember this after I leave. God, I don’t want to leave you here. The claims are still new, barely tested,” Angel moaned between kisses to Spike’s chest and abdomen.
Spike only moaned in response as Angel’s hands and mouth worked him over thoroughly. He could feel the possessiveness come through the claim as well as his Sire’s fangs as they scraped over his taut stomach muscles. He reached down and slid his fingers into the dark hair and arched against Angel’s mouth.
Angel smirked inwardly when he felt Spike respond to him. He was always so responsive. He wanted to mark his boy all over, brand him as his. The claims and possessive feelings were driving him. He wanted to absorb his childe and take him with him. Why did he insist that Spike stay here to watch after Buffy? Why did he feel beholden to her? He knew he had promised Whistler long ago that he would help her, but she didn’t need him or Spike with her now. Then, the cold water of reality splashed down on him: Riley Finn. He didn’t trust the boy with Buffy’s welfare. It didn’t matter that she was dating the army wannabe. Spike had to be here to watch her back and keep her alive, because he sure as hell didn’t trust a mortal man to do it.
When Angel ground his teeth at that thought, he inadvertently sank his fangs into the side of Spike’s stomach causing the blonde to tighten the hold in his hair and arch under him. He buried them for a few seconds before he retracted them and licked the wounds clean.
“Fuck, Angel . . . what’s with the biting?” Spike asked through a groan.
“Sorry,” Angel apologized softly. “I didn’t mean to bite you there.”
Spike gave a noncommittal growl as he watched his Sire move to the other side, licking his flesh. Being a demon had some perks: excellent hearing, remarkable night vision, amazing appetite for sex and blood, usually at the same time, and the extraordinary sense of touch. With his Sire vamped, he could feel every one of Angel’s taste buds scrape over his navel. It was scratchy and if he was licked over and over in the same spot, it was rather painful, like rubbing sandpaper over an open sore. But, God, his Sire knew just where to touch him, in what way and for how long. Spike could plainly see that that had never diminished in all the years they had been apart.
At some unknown point in the last two weeks, Spike had unconsciously slipped back into the old patterns around Angel. Laying back and enjoying his Sire’s attention was something William did when Angelus deigned to acknowledge him as something other than uncouth. In the 20 years they were together with the girls, Angelus may have considered them all his property, but that didn’t mean he showed you any affection other than to get what he wanted when he wanted it. Being souled now, Angel probably either didn’t remember how he was back then, or had completely forgotten in favor of other memories. Angelus had never been this possessive with the biting though.
What the bloody hell is up with that? Has to be the soddin' claims. Spike didn’t know what else would cause this reaction in his Sire. If Angel was like this after everything, then why wasn’t he the same way? Spike lay there, still feeling Angel’s caress, thinking about what was going on. His Sire was fine in L.A.; he was fine on the drive back. He didn’t get possessive until after he came back from seeing the Slayer and her toy soldier.
All this possessiveness was over a mortal boy? Spike mused.
He threatened to kill you, Angel’s inner voice said.
People threaten to kill me all the time, mate. Including you, Spike responded.
That’s different. I made you. I only threaten to kill you because you aggravate me so damn much. If Buffy threatens to kill you it’s because it’s her calling. She’s made to kill vampires. It’s the way of things. But, Riley Finn doesn’t know you from Adam. Where the fuck does he get off threatening to dust you just for being a vampire, Angel explained petulantly.
He doesn’t know the real me and I’d like to keep it that way. Don’t want to be friends with the git. I could care less whether he likes me or not. You wanted me here for your girl, so I am. I’m not a fledgling anymore, Angel. I can take care of myself. I have for a century now. Spike reminded him.
Angel looked up from teasing the crook of Spike’s pelvis with his tongue and watched his boy. The blonde was staring back at him through lidded eyes. Even with them shuddered like that Angel could still see that they were the brightest blue shade. Though, they were currently turning into an indigo color with Spike’s arousal.
“You’ll be careful and watch your back right?” Angel asked.
“Yes, daddy,” Spike said childishly.
Angel’s brow rose at that. “Did you just call me ‘daddy’?”
“Yeah. Want to make something of it?” Spike challenged.
“I thought Dru was the only one with ‘daddy’ issues,” Angel said to himself. He crawled up Spike’s body and straddled the blonde’s hips, pressing their cocks together. “I never thought my boy had a daddy kink.”
“I don’t, ponce. I was being sarcastic,” Spike said in disgust.
“Ahh, so it’s a closet kink, huh? What else do you have hidden in that closet of yours, childe?” Angel teased.
“If you don’t already know, then I’m not telling you,” Spike said.
“Why not, we could explore them,” Angel suggested as he lazily stroked their cocks together.
“Oh, no we couldn’t. Most of my kinks are illegal in about 48 states and 5 countries, and the others would burden your already haggard soul,” Spike breathed.
“Murder and mayhem on your mind?” Angel groaned.
“I’m a vampire Angel. What? You can’t tell me you don’t feel the urge under all that soul you got in there,” Spike said through clenched teeth.
“I won’t lie to you, Spike . . . It’s still there . . . It was there last night when Finn threatened to kill you. The soul tries to suppress them as much as possible . . . but they are still there,” Angel confided as he tightened his fist around their lengths.
“Good to know . . . that you can still acknowledge the demon . . . inside you. I was beginning to think . . . you were a lost cause,” Spike said as he arched up, thrusting his dick into his Sire’s fist.
Angel leaned down close to Spike and looked into his eyes. Then, he shifted to his human disguise and back to his demon. “Never lost William just misguided at times.”
Spike shifted into his demon and pulled Angel down for a hard kiss. After several seconds, the dark vampire pulled away and slapped his boy on the ass.
“Time to get up. I got things to do before I leave tonight,” Angel announced.
Spike fell back on the pillows and groaned. He was definitely going to make Angel take care of this before he left town. He watched Angel get up and walk out of the room naked to the living room where they left their luggage. The bloody bastard left him hard and before his Sire got out of the bed he could see as well as feel the stiff cock that Angel would be packing around for the rest of the day. At this rate, Spike figured the sexual frustration would cause him to combust.
“What are you still doing in bed?” Angel asked as he came into the room with his jeans open and no shirt on.
Spike looked up at Angel with a smirk. He ran his hand down his muscled torso as his eyes raked up and down his Sire’s hot body. Even when he hated Angel for the abandonment, he could still admire Angel’s perfectly built physique. When his eyes got to his elder’s waist, he went further and noticed the tip of Angel’s cock peeking out from the flap of his jeans.
Spike licked his lips and sat up. He trapped Angel’s legs between his thighs and ran his hands up Angel’s hips. Grabbing his Sire’s waistband, he pulled the flaps open wider and licked along the navel. Then, he reached in and wrapped his fingers tight around Angel’s cock and stroked the length.
Angel buried his fingers in Spike’s hair, closed his eyes for a moment and groaned. When he opened his eyes again and looked down he saw Spike’s full lips wrap around the head of his cock and slide down. Fuck, but he was beautiful to watch! Angel couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of his boy’s pretty mouth taking him in over and over. When it got to be too much to stand still, he started to thrust into Spike’s mouth.
“Ah God! Spike!” Angel groaned.
Spike moaned around him and pulled Angel’s jeans down over his hips. Reaching up with one hand, he massaged his Sire’s balls as he reached around behind Angel with his other hand to pull him closer.
“Do you want to swallow me, Spike? Want to choke on my cock?” Angel growled softly.
By way of response, Spike swallowed the tip, causing Angel tighten his hold on his head and breathe heavily. He continued to work his Sire over, listening to the growls of pleasure coming from above. Then, he was pulled off the shaft and his head was tilted back to look up at Angel.
“What are you trying to do, boy?” Angel asked in Sire voice.
Spike shivered at the tone. “I’m trying to get us both off, ponce. I’m not going to be left all night with my dick as hard as a rock. You may enjoy torturing yourself, but I, for one, am going to deal with this before you leave.” He squeezed Angel’s cock for emphasis.
“You never could stop to enjoy the feeling, could you? You always have to have the pleasure right away. You took pleasure of the kill, but not the lure. You took pleasure in the orgasm, but not the sensations while achieving it. I tried to teach you decorum, boy. Did you ever listen to anything I taught you?”
“I listened . . . when it benefited me,” Spike pouted. He squeezed Angel’s cock tighter, saying, “right now it benefits me to do this.”
“Spike we have important things to do today. We don’t have time to spend it in bed,” Angel said.
When Angel’s cock throbbed in his hand, Spike said, “I think your dick has something to say about that.”
Angel smirked. “What can I say, it can’t resist you.”
Angel leaned down and kissed Spike, pushing him back on the bed. He let his jeans fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Then, he crawled back onto the bed between Spike’s thighs. Grabbing the other vampire’s legs, Angel pushed them up to his chest and pressed the tip of his cock against his boy’s puckered entrance. Spike arched up as Angel thrust forward, impaling the blonde on his cock.
“Is this what you wanted?” Angel growled as he pushed deeper.
“Yes!” Spike choked out.
Reaching down between them, Spike stroked his own length while Angel pounded into him hard and fast. The sounds of their flesh slapping together accompanied by his Sire’s grunts and his own noises made on impact of every stroke only served to heighten Spike’s arousal even more.
Angel released his legs and Spike used the opportunity to wrap them around his Sire’s waist, buried his face in Angel’s neck and groaned as he strained against his elder. His Sire had changed the tempo to hard and deep, back to his possessive mood, which was fine with Spike. Anything as long as Angel didn’t stop.
“Angel, please!” Spike moaned.
“Please what?” Did he just beg? He rarely begs. I have him reduced to begging?
“More,” Spike breathed near his ear.
“More of what, childe? I’m already nailing you to the bed,” Angel said, each word punctuated with a thrust.
When Spike’s internal muscles tried to pull him in him deeper, Angel’s eyes rolled back in his head. He doubled his pace until he felt the frame of the bed shake under them. The headboard was a bit sturdier than the one in their room in L.A. It would take a bit more force to get it to bang against the wall. Not that Angel was looking to break records; he was just trying to get the edge off so that they could get done that he needed to today.
Spike’s head dropped back to the pillow and he watched his Sire’s face as he jerked on his own cock and bucking against Angel slamming into him. When the dark vampire opened his chocolate eyes, he met Spike’s vivid blue gaze. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around his childe’s fingers. He moved them faster to keep up with the orgasm about to burst forth.
“Spike! Come on! Come with me,” Angel groaned out.
The blonde growled through his orgasm as he felt his Sire flood his channel. Angel collapsed over him and nuzzled into his neck.
“Fuck, Spike that was . . .” Angel trailed off.
“The best shag you’ll ever have in your life?” Spike finished.
Angel chuckled, the rumble in his chest vibrating against his lover.
“Now get off me, we both need a shower,” Spike sounded disgusted.
“You insisted on this, if I recall. ‘Oh Sire, I need you! I can’t wait anymore! I got to have you!’” Angel mimicked.
Spike’s brows furrowed. “I never said that!”
“Close enough,” Angel shrugged.
“Uh-uh, it was you that said you wanted me to come, needed me to come so that you could remember it when you went back to L.A. I was merely following orders, Sire ,” Spike countered.
Angel raised his head and glanced at the clock. 5:30 p.m. “Now it is time to get up. I have a couple of things to do before I leave. I’ll go take care of them and be back.” He carefully extracted himself from Spike and got out of bed.
“You’re not going to go see the Slayer or her toy soldier, are you?” Spike asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No. Just have to get a few things settled and be back,” Angel assured him.
Spike nodded and watched his gorgeous Sire walk into the adjoining bathroom. He stayed in bed though. No good would come from him following Angel into the shower. If he did that, they would never get out of the house. As much as he hated the prospect of being separated from the dark vampire -- they haven’t been apart in nearly 3 weeks -- he knew Angel had to get back to his hero gig. Besides, he’d seen a royally upset former cheerleader only twice before. He’d hate to see what Cordelia would do if Angel didn’t go back to his job.
Cordelia. Now there was something he didn’t bank on when he stayed in L.A. with Angel. Sure, she put up a fuss that first day or so. She wasn’t too keen on the whole claiming business, but then humans never were. They didn’t understand it. So, they made a truce of some sort. He promised to never look at her neck with thoughts of evil designs and she promised not to douse him in holy water and set him on fire while he was asleep. All in all, it’s turned into a tentative friendship, he supposed.
Wesley was a whole different matter. Being a former watcher, Wes was always on his guard around him. But, then a former watcher working for a vampire put a few kinks in the scheme of things. Though it would be nice to walk into a room and not have the tweed brigade shoving wooden crosses in his face saying ‘Back away, you evil fiend, you’ll not be getting my neck this day!’ Spike shook his head. Wesley has been watching too many horror flicks and with the brainwashing the Watcher’s Council did, hasn’t helped any either. Angel’s turning him around though. He could see a bright future for Wes in the way he was starting to view the world. Now, if he’d just remove that stake from his ass . . .
Spike sighed again, flung the covers away and got up. Bare-ass naked and unashamed, he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair. Just because he was an evil vampire, did not mean he was unhygienic. A person had to slave to look as good as he did. After brushing his teeth, he eyed the mousse that helped the curls stay flat. Then, he looked toward the shower with the sound of the spray behind the curtain, he shrugged. Maybe he did use more hair products than the poof. He left the bathroom in search of clothes.
Twenty minutes later Angel came out of the bathroom, showered, powdered and other stuff Spike cringed at the thought of. The blonde was drinking a glass of blood and reading a paper they picked up in Barstow on the drive up. It was old news now, but it was all he had until he set up his library. Cordelia found it shocking that he read at all. She had come down to the apartment for some inane reason and found him reading a story from his human days. And they say she’s not a good actress. The expression he got alone was at least worthy of a daytime Emmy award.
“So what’s the plan for today?” Spike asked, still reading.
“Just a couple of things to set you up with the blood bank and butcher shops in town,” Angel said
“You’re really serious about neutering me, aren’t you?”
“Not neuter, Spike. Just muzzle you. It’ll be a good thing. I mean pig’s blood isn’t the best thing in the world but once you get used to it . . .”
Spike’s head shot up at that and he raised the scarred brow. “Get used to it? How can you stand that swill? It’s like drinking American beer, watered down and disgusting.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought.
“Spike,” Angel groaned. “We’ve talked about this. I can’t have you killing anyone on my conscience.”
“How about if I just took a sip without offing them?” Spike suggested.
“Buffy would stake you so fast that I wouldn’t have time and words to save you,” Angel said dryly.
“You’ve really taken the fun out of unliving haven’t you?” Spike scoffed.
Angel rolled his eyes. Last night and this morning went along so beautifully. Now, they were back to arguing. He had gotten himself a glass of blood during this conversation. Now he set it down and looked at Spike. He should have known, no, wait, he did know that this wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing with Spike was ever that.
Spike saw the look on Angel’s face and took pity on the poor sod. The same demon who taught him that blood was everything, to never accept anything but the best, was now telling him to drink bottom-of-barrel swine blood. For the past two weeks he had been living on Sire’s blood. Now, with Angel going back to L.A., he wouldn’t have that luxury.
After thinking on it for a few moments, Spike asked, “Can you at least make me a sweet deal at the blood bank?”
“I’ll see what I can do, that’s all I can promise,” Angel replied.
Spike went back to the newspaper, grumbling about having to drink animal blood. Angel shook his head and drained his glass. He rinsed it out and put it in the sink. As he was about to leave, he stopped next to Spike and put his hand on the blonde’s shoulder. Spike acknowledged him with a squeeze of his fingers and Angel left to make the necessary arrangements.
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Angel walked in the door a few hours later, slammed it shut behind him and leaned back against it with his eyes closed. Spike was walking through the foyer when he came in. Seeing his Sire, he stopped and took in the haphazard look.
“Been stalking the Slayer, have you?” Spike asked dryly.
Angel opened his eyes and looked at Spike. How did Spike know? He had gone to the blood bank and made a nice deal and then went to the butchers to set up his childe’s account there. The humans in Sunnydale, as with everything else, didn’t realize that not only did demons exist, but they also kept up decorum when at all possible. While he was at the butcher’s, Buffy was outside during one of her patrols. It brought back the painful memory of her prom night when they were in the same positions.
When he saw her, he quickly thanked the man he was talking to, and made an even quicker exit, moments before she noticed that he was around. He could feel her, just like always. That was another thing that never changed. He could always feel her. It was why he couldn’t stay in Sunnydale. He couldn’t be here, live here, be around her and not be with her. Sunnydale was a small town, he could feel her everywhere.
“Angel?” Spike inquired when he got no response.
“Yes. I saw her,” was the tight reply.
“And . . .?” Spike prodded.
“I got you set up,” Angel said dodging the question. He was still plastered to the front door.
“Angel. You want to step away from the door, pet? You hug it any tighter that way, you’ll break it,” Spike advised.
The dark vampire looked mildly sheepish and stepped away from the door, only stopping when he reached Spike. Raising his hand, Angel rubbed his fingers over a sharp cheekbone. He was going to miss his boy. Hell, he already missed him and he hadn’t even left yet. He had to leave now though. Not only because of Buffy, but also because he had to get back to Angel Investigations before Cordelia organized a search party.
“Saw the bint and now it’s time to leave, huh?” Spike asked looking at Angel.
Angel shook his head. “No. It’s time to leave because Cordelia will likely show up with chains and a tow truck and haul me back.”
Spike chuckled. “That’s one long leash you got there, pet.”
Angel nodded in agreement. Here he was a 240-odd-year-old vampire with a childe who was 126 and they were talking about a high school ice queen’s temper and what she would do to them if they ever crossed her. Two-fourths of the Scourge of Europe were avoiding the wrath of a mortal girl who was old enough be their granddaughter several times removed. Oh how times had changed.
Angel went to the bedroom with Spike following. The blonde stopped in the doorway and leaned against it, watching his Sire collect his things. The connections still felt weird. On one hand he felt calmer than he had been in a long while. On the other hand the snarky side of him didn’t want to care one way or the other about Angel. This was the Sire who made his fledgling years hell. This was the Sire who forced his hand into a beam of sunlight, daring him to step up and be a man – demon. The same sire who abandoned him to take care of Drusilla by himself.
When Angel was finished packing, he slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and walked out with Spike to the garage. Spike opened the garage door again and then walked over to Angel. The elder vampire had the driver door open and had just thrown his bag into the passenger seat. He leaned back against the side of the car and looked at Spike.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay living here? I don’t just mean the mansion. From what Buffy said, Sunnydale’s a bad place to be if you’re a demon, especially with Riley gunning for you. The connections are still new and here I am leaving you again,” Angel said.
“Don’t worry, Angel. I can handle myself pretty well. I’ll stay here, keep an eye on your girl for you, and give you updates on how well she’s being all the Slayer she can be,” Spike said.
“I just worry,” Angel commented.
“I know, turned it into an award-winning art form, you have,” Spike smirked.
“You’ll stay out of trouble? You won’t do anything to make Buffy stake you?” Angel asked pensively.
“Okay, now you are ruining my fun. What’s the point in babysitting your girl if I can’t drive her around the bend?”
“Spike . . .” Angel said in warning.
“Fine! I’ll be a good little vampire and not bite any of the natives. Can I at least terrorize the pricks of the lot?” Spike asked hopefully.
Angel sighed in exasperation. He had a feeling he’ll be pulling on Spike’s proverbial leash a lot in the coming days, weeks, even years. He knew part of what his boy said was in jest. But, another part knew the demon secreted deep within. He knew that Spike was restless. That’s why he had sweetened the deal at the blood bank. His boy wouldn’t live on animal blood all the time like he did. It was natural thing for a vampire to crave human blood. It was wine compared to pig’s blood. But still, it worried him what kind of town he was leaving Spike in.
Sunnydale wasn’t the same town that he had lived in for three years. There were things more evil than Spike running around now. He wasn’t just thinking about the demon population either. Humans. College kids pretending to be commandos were now in full force picking off any demon great and small now. Angel had the sudden urge to just let Buffy survive on her own without Spike to back her up and take his boy back to L.A. He crossed his arms over his chest as if that would ease the tightness he felt and inhaled an unneeded breath. God, he was so torn about this.
“Angel? If you want to make it to L.A. and maybe even start to get a bit of work done, you need to leave now,” Spike reminded him.
Angel refocused on Spike. “You’ll take care of yourself?”
“Yes, Sire,” Spike replied.
“And you’ll . . .” Angel started to say.
“. . . Look after the blonde bint,” Spike finished and then answered, “Yes, Sire.”
Angel climbed into the car, shut the door and turned the engine on. He looked up at Spike and advised, “Unless you’re absolutely sure about them, trust no one.”
“That’s always been my motto,” Spike said in agreement.
Angel nodded. He put the car in reverse, backed out and then drove away, leaving Spike to stand there in the empty garage for a moment. The blonde shut the garage door again and went back into the house.
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Neither of them had noticed the figure on the opposite side of the road watching the mansion with night vision binoculars. He watched the place for a few moments. It was still and quiet and foreboding as it loomed over the street in the dark. He had seen the two demons in the garage talking. He saw one of them get in the car, drive off and the other shut the door. Something was going on with those two and it bothered him that he didn’t know what it was or why Buffy had insisted on not staking them. He ground his teeth in frustration and walked away. |
