Changing
Tomorrow 12
by
Danielle
** emphasis
// thoughts
He’d seen Xander home, having made sure that the human was thoroughly worn out
and happy. Adjusting his position in the unfamiliar chair, the blonde vampire
tried to pull off casualness that he wasn’t feeling. Angel’s apartment was
dreary even by vampire’s standards, and Spike resisted the urge to pace while he
waited for it’s occupant to arrive.
He knew the older vampire would be
able to scent that he was here, and when the door opened, the dark look directed
his way didn’t surprise him.
“Spike,” Angel hissed in a low voice,
faltering before entering the room to check for minions.
“Not here to
fight, mate--just came to drop off prezzies.” Spike motioned to the book he’d
laid on the table in front of him.
“You think you’re walking out of here
after tonight? You attacked Buffy!” Spike had to smirk at his sire’s
predictability. The younger vampire had had the audacity to break into Angel’s
home, yet all the older demon seemed capable of was pissing and moaning about
it.
“I could have killed her, you know! Didn’t though, did I?” He slowly
opened the book to the marked page, knowing that his sire would scent what was
inside. Angel approached, all thoughts of Spike forgotten.
He picked up
the dirty ribbon that had served as a bookmark and put it to his nose. Tears
filling his eyes, his face changed and he squinted at his childe.
“She’s
gone?” The dust that coated Dru’s hair ribbon was her own. While Spike had been
grieving her, he’d plucked it off the nightstand and coated it with her ashes,
knowing that he’d have to confront Angel.
Spike answered, his voice rough
with emotion, “By my hand, mate. Did it for the same reason that I didn’t kill
Buffy...same reason I’m here with you now.”
The dark vampire set the
ribbon down gingerly, regarding Spike sternly.“And why is that?”
“Can’t
tell you, mate.” Spike sighed as he lit a cigarette. Part of him loved the
infuriated look on Angel’s face. //Oh this was going to be fun.//
“What
do you mean--”
“Look, we could arse about all night trying to work this
out. All you need to know is on that page, so read.” As his sire picked the book
up and read, Spike began to think that it really could be this easy. He’d
located some gypsy records that detailed the conditions of Angelus’ soul.
All he’d had to do was get the Poof to read it and they were home free.
“I already know all this--well, using less words...” Angel began.
“See that’s the trouble with you, Peaches. You never read between the
lines. That bit there about a moment of happiness? That means *any* happiness.
B-B-Buffy is going to give you that happine--eh...blegghhh--”
The last
part came out as a gurgle as blood came pouring out of his mouth.
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