Pangs -- The Missing Scene
Spike sat near the opening of the sewer, shoddy blanket around his shoulders, watching the sun
play on the inch-deep water in the tunnel. He wasn't seriously debating on frying himself, even
though he was at the end of his rope. He was starving. He couldn't kill anyone, didn't have any
money to buy some blood and didn't have enough strength to steal any. Worst of all, after
appealing to Harm, he had no one to help him.
He heard the water sloshing further up the sewer, indicating someone was coming. He pulled
himself further back into the shadows under the ladder, hoping whomever it was was just another
vampire, not one of the military guys who were after him, or something worse.
His eyes trained on the side of the tunnel where the footsteps were approaching from. After a
moment, the well-dressed vampire came into view. Spike silently groaned. It was worse.
It was his Sire.
Spike watched as Angel stopped walking suddenly and cocked his head slightly. The older
vampire's dark eyes roved around the tunnel and Spike held his metaphorical breath, hoping he
was too far away to be seen. There was no way he'd be able to survive a fight with his Sire.
The dark brown eyes pinpointed Spike and the peroxide-blond's hopes fell. "Spike, come out,"
Angel said, his voice hard.
Spike slumped his shoulders and sighed. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" he grumbled to
himself as he straightened and stepped into view.
Angel frowned at him, coming closer. "You look awful."
"It's great to see you, too, Peaches," Spike said sarcastically.
"What are you doing here?" Angel asked, his posture one of menace.
"Oh, the usual," Spike replied glibly. "Checking out the sights. Sampling the fine Sunnydale
The older vampire folded his arms across his chest. "You're lying," he stated. "I want the truth.
"Or what? You gonna stake me?" Spike snorted. "You haven't yet. In fact, I don't think you
have the knackers to do-"
A hard smack in the center of his chest had him staggering backwards. He looked down with
huge eyes to see a stake sitting in the water. "You bloody tried to stake me!" he exclaimed.
"No, I didn't," Angel replied calmly. "If I was trying, you would be dust. Now, what are you
Spike raised his gaze and met his Sire's hard eyes. He sighed. "I had come back to kill your
Slayer." He chuckled mirthlessly. "As you probably know because you're here, she's still
among the living, rotten luck."
"Spike-" Angel said with a warning tone.
"I got blood fixed!" Spike shouted abruptly. He threw his arms in the air in an angry gesture,
then had to move quickly so his blanket wouldn't fall in the water. He started to lose his balance
from weakness and he grabbed a rung on the ladder. "God damn bloody bollocky hell!"
Angel walked up to him and put his hands on Spike's shoulders, steadying him. "Tell me," the
dark-haired vampire instructed softly.
"I can't kill anymore. They did something to me and now I can't kill anyone," Spike said, his
voice full of defeat. "I'm so soddin' hungry. I'd gnaw on a rat, but I can't. I can't kill a stupid,
bleedin' single living thing."
Angel studied him silently for a few moments until Spike looked down at his feet, his shoulders
slumped again. Then he felt his Sire's hand on the back of his neck, as the older vampire moved
to his side and gently propelled him to walk forward. He didn't ask where they were going
because he just didn't care anymore.
They ended up at another sewer entrance several blocks from where they started. Angel stopped
Spike with his light grip on the blond's neck. Spike looked up at his Sire questioningly.
"Rupert Giles' home is right across the street, through the garden, bottom level," Angel told him.
"Oh no, I'm not going-"
"Spike," Angel interrupted. "You need help. You'll get it from no one else but them."
"What, am I just going to waltz up to the door, knock and say 'help me?'" Spike said
Spike blinked. "Oh."
"But don't say anything about my being here," Angel said threateningly. "Got it?"
"Right," Spike said, then looked up the ladder to the street. Pulling the blanket around his
shoulders better so he could climb, he started up. At the top, just before he pushed the manhole
cover aside, he glanced back down at his Sire, who was watching him with unreadable dark eyes.
Angel nodded once, took a step backwards, and disappeared into the shadows of the sewer.
Spike pursed his lips together for a moment, then pushed the manhole cover off. He quickly
climbed out and was glad to note a large tree blocked the most of the sunlight over the hole. He
pulled the blanket up over his head and dashed across the street to the complex. As instructed, he
went through the garden to the only door on the bottom level.
He stared at the Spanish wood for a minute, then turned and leaned against the yellowish wall
beside the door. "Just knock and say help me, alright mate?" he said to himself. "You don't
have anything left to lose. 'Cept maybe your dashing good looks when your body starts to
Spike reached beside him and rapped on the door with his knuckles.
He heard it open and knew that it was the Slayer who answered without even looking. Taking a
purposeful breath, he glanced up at the mostly sunny sky, pulled the blanket a little tighter
around his head, and stepped into the doorway.