Chapter 8.2 - Knackers
Even as Buffy brought up the lighter to fire the fuse on the petrol bomb,
Angel unwillingly held a powerful shock rocked the building throwing her forward
and sending the Zippo spinning from her hand.
The wall behind the barricade on the right hand side of the building from
Buffy exploded inwards in a welter of brick and timber and a huge silver grill
work slammed through the wall followed closely by the cab of what Buffy
recognized when she looked up to be Spike's truck.
A good deal of wall and roof collapsed, the six vampires who had been
creeping down towards where Faith's body lay didn't know what hit them as they
where suddenly pinned to the ground by debris, they lay there coughing in the
dust unable to move and praying for their leader to come get them out.
The hispanic Angel had heard the roar of the truck a second before the
vehicle hit he was just about to follow his companeros and was right by the
point of impact. He shouted, "Madre Dios" even as a cloud of dust and debris
struck him, flung onto his back arms outstretched he tried to scream in agony as
a heavy beam crushed his legs but pressed to the floor he had no breath, then
mercifully he blacked out.
The middle section of the barricade collapsed on Pike even as a flying brick
struck the wind from him, the vampire was left laying beneath the woodwork
Dutch looked up in shock as a heavy metal frame knocked loose from the wall
spun across the room and straight through four vampires who spliced apart
detonated into dust clouds, being further back he had time to throw himself down
but had his shotgun torn from his hands as the mental sailed just over his head
to bury itself it the wall behind him.
Vampires, both Mexican and Sunnydale minions, lay around reeling with shock
as ceiling tiles rained down.
The ensouled Angel looked up as the roof creaked above them, "What the fuck?"
he glanced over the top of the sofa. "Do you think that's Giles?"
"No", Buffy positively beaming replied. "I think its Spike".
Concentrating his weakened senses, Angel focused on the Cab, "Hell yes it
is", he grabbed up his shotgun. "Get ready to cover him Buffy".
"I'm already there", the Slayer responded aiming at the damaged barricade,
"Come on Spike get out of there".
*He's alive I thought I'd lost him but he's alive, maybe I still get to gain
a friend today after all*.
Scrambling back onto the roof the Slayerettes surveyed the damage, the
formerly flat surface sagged now towards the far corner where a buckled
container was slammed into it. Running across to the hole he'd been cutting
Giles found it had widened and grabbing up the axe swung hard opening it up
further as weakened planks snapped.
"Ok Giles its big enough", Willow handed her crossbow too Xander, "I'm go
"Will, you can't go first", Xander began even as the Witch carefully began to
climb in, she found a metal beam to take her weight.
"Why not, Im smallest and lightest?" In the hole up to her chest Willow held
her hand up for her weapon. "Thanks", she said and ducking down disappeared from
view shouting as she did. "Let's go get the Motherfuckers!".
*They've all spent far to much time with Seth*, a disapproving Watcher
She found the roof space cramped and constrictive and the roof beams ahead of
her buckled and twisted. "Thank you goddess for the light", fallen tiles had let
light shine up from the roadhouse below. Missing her footing a little Willow
felt a roof tile sag beneath her weight and stepped back. "This is a bad idea".
Giles had pushed Xander back to go next as he crawled along an old prayer
came to him, *Lord though knowest how busy I must be this day, if I forget thee
do not thou forget me*. He heard the others follow him even as he tried to keep
Willow in sight. "Slow down", he called after the witch.
Then firing erupted below them again and moving as speedily as they could the
Slayerettes worked their way forward.
As the truck had impacted, Spike had been thrown forward hard by the force
narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the steering wheel as he did so. The
rapidly deceleration sent him slamming back into his seat and he hung in the
seatbelt harness limp for a few seconds.
Opening his eyes, Spike took an out of focus view of a badly cracked
windscreen, "It held together", he'd seriously feared having to greet Buffy with
a badly shredded face, he reached down for the release button on the seat belt
harness pressed it and freed himself. Grabbing his pistol he pulled hard on the
handle of his door but found it wouldn't open.
"Bugger", he shouted struggling with it his mind still confused then his wits
returning he crawled across to the passenger door and he dropped through into
the tangled mass of debris and vampires.
"Fuck", his pistol free left hand was in something soft and squishy, "Vampire
guts just what I need".
Not having a stake to finish the badly mangled vampire, Spike left him and
springing up looked for Buffy, to his right was the remains of the stage, to his
front a large numbers of shocked but recovering vampires, *She's round the other
side then*. He moved round and a whole lot of stuff started happening at once.
"BASTARD", someone shouted, Spike saw a minion charging at him a baseball bat
held aloft. A shot too the head threw the minion back.
Then the blond was spun round by a forceful blow to the ribs, he turned
looking for who had kicked him but instead saw a Mexican aiming a smoking pistol
at him and about to try again. He brought his own gun up and fired, the bullet
aimed at the head went lower and broke the vampires arm.
Feeling borrowed blood begin to trickle down the side of his ribs, Spike
forgot his mission and went to kick the vamps teeth in but a powerful shout drew
him back to the point.
"Spike get over here!".
"Daddy", the vampire shouted turning to run towards his Sire. "Is that really
*Asshole", Angel cursed to himself as he fired over Spike's head. His mood
wasn't improved when Buffy laughed beside him. "Come on, god damn you!"
Suddenly another figure was behind the blond machete raised and closing on
the wounded slightly stunned vampire. Neither Buffy or Angel had a clear shot,
despite the danger the Slayer stood up aiming straight at Spike she shouted,
Spike hit the floor and Buffy fired a whirling machete loose from a dusted
hand buried itself quivering in the floor just in front of Spikes head. "Fuck
that was close", he scrambled up again.
Pulled forcefully down herself Buffy turned an alarmed gaze on Angel, "Are
you trying to get yourself killed for him?"
"He just saved our lives", Buffy looked up Spike was just about to jump over
their so fortuitous cover but a familiar line of heads were coming up over the
Dutch aimed carefully preparing to rip Spikes spine open with buckshot then
suddenly stopped, "What the?" he noticed just in time that the foresight wasn't
where it should be, in his shocked state he realized why, the barrel was crushed
he'd narrowly avoided blowing his own head off. "85 years, 85 fucking years I've
had that gun".
Bullets however still ripped round Spike's head as he jumped and even as he
cleared the sofa a powerful force twisted him round in the air as a bullet
slammed in below his left shoulder blade. He fell heavily but safe. "Ow".
"You ok?" Angel asked really sounding concerned, then got pissed off as Buffy
grabbed his Childe by the shoulders and pressed her face to his.
"Oh god Spike, I thought they'd killed you", she kissed his forehead then his
Spike brought his left hand up and gently stroked his fingers through her
hair, he could smell the blood on her. "Pet you're wounded and so am I, best to
get off me. We don't want an accidental turning do we Luv?"
"Good call". Buffy shuffled back over towards a very brassed looking Angel.
She raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'and your problem is', but he just started to
reload disgusted with the way things were shaping.
Spike suddenly sat up and tore off his duster. "I am bloody bleeding! all
over a coat I've worn for nearly 50 years".
*Bullet holes!* his mind screamed. Rearing up despite return fire he emptied
his Colt in the direction of the bandits shouting, "I'll cut your bloody
knackers off for that".
"Is he always this demonstrative?" Buffy asked her disgusted ex-honey.
"Always", was all Angel could be bothered to reply, Spike was his Childe and
a terrible burden on an already overworked conscience the Slayer's obvious
affection for the vampire only made things worse.
Dropping the empty pistol, Spike looked at his Sire paying particular
attention to his hairline, "How are you baring up old fellow?" he grinned then
held out a hand. "Give me another gun".
Resisting a strong urge too check his hair for damage, Angel tossed the
vampire a shotgun. "That's Gecko's, he wont need it anymore".
Spike looked at the fallen robber. "You are getting old, the blokes still got
a heart beat and a strong one".
"He's alive!". Buffy was about to go check the mans pulse when suddenly a new
roar of gunfire erupted and she brought her mind back to the fight.
After sitting there looking at the broken shotgun for a few seconds Dutch
snapped out of it and looked round him. "Sixteen is that really all we have left
who can fight". He didn't count the cowering group of minions or the banditos
too badly wounded to go on.
The six vampires who had been tasked with striking down the left flank were
as good as gone, the ones that would have gone down the right had tumbled back
demoralized. "Where are Pike and Angel?" he shouted. "Where are they?"
A general shrugging was his answer then Joy suddenly scrambled towards the
center of the collapsed barricade "He's under there".
Pulling the vampiress back before she could do something stupid like throw
herself into the Slayers line of fire Dutch turned to his remaining companeros.
"Eduardo Chico with me they rest of you lay down some cover".
As the rifles began to roar Dutch and the two selected vampires plus Joy
darted across the gap.
Seeing Pike's legs Dutch grabbed them firmly and pulled sliding his boss into
safety beside him. Chico meanwhile stared under the truck, "Why don't they turn
to dust?" he asked his friend pointing to the twisted remains of two vampires
who lay beneath the rig.
"Their heads are there and no wood has gone into their hearts". Eduardo
looked and wished he hadn't. "I can feel our Sire's presence", he looked at the
pile of rubble beside the truck. "Come on let us dig".
"Pike", Dutch slapped Bishops face, "Come on, Mr. Bishop, god damn you wake
Pikes eyes opened, "What the hell happened?"
"Spike drove the goddamn truck in here". Dutch looked around. "We have
sixteen of the boys and around the same number of minions left". Dutch looked at
Pike damned glad he was still there to decide. "What do we do?"
Sitting up the vampire leader struggled to concentrate his scattered wits.
"Send the minions over and enough of the boys down the side to finish it. That's
what we do".
Leaving Pike to recover his strength and getting the rifles firing again,
Dutch ran back towards the minions, cannon fodder was needed and that was
exactly what they were.
The roof space was a nightmare to negotiate debris had been projected upwards
and some of the beams were weakened beyond carrying the weight of five people
but still the Slayerettes persisted till finally too thirds of the way along the
roof Willow found a hole to look through.
"Yikes", the red head loaded her crossbow hastily, "Guys get ready", she
whispered and as they lined up prepared to kick down some more tiles.
"Spike something's been puzzling me".
"What's that Pet?"
"What exactly are knackers?"
"Sorry, I just asked".
"Can you two try to take this seriously?"
"We're not going out there to die", the largest surviving minion boldly
informed Dutch. "We're not scared of you anymore look how few of you there are
His fellows edged away from him as Dutch smiling pulled out his peacemaker,
"Aren't you now?"
The pistol roared and the vampire flew back shot between the eyes. Turning to
a nearby bandito who was putting a fresh clip into a Mauser Dutch pointed at the
vampires machete and ordered, "Matalo".
The surviving minions took in the dust and the machete and then headed for
the barricades gap. Dutch had 10 companero's ready to rush down the side of the
sofa whilst he and four others fired over the top. Eduardo and Chico who had the
unconscious Angel almost free would lay down fire from the flank along with Pike
who still seemed preoccupied with Joy rather than the battle.
"Get ready", he ordered, *When this is over things might well have to change
regarding Mr Bishop*.
With fire superiority once more established by their enemies Buffy and her
vampire cohorts sat waiting for the attack. Occasionally they sent an unaimed
round over towards there enemies. "Where are they?" she asked aloud. She hadn't
wanted her friends in here to face the full force of Pikes army but around now
their help certainly wouldn't go amiss at all.
"I saw them on the roof, Pet. I expect their having problems", Spike fired a
shot over the top of the rapidly decaying metal plate then reloaded. "But I hope
they sort them soon".
"Maybe the petrol bombs after all", Angel was certain Giles would get in if
he could, but now with three armed vampire killers, Buffy's earlier plan didn't
seem too suicidal. "Get them to come at us".
Buffy glanced up and then ducked down as bullets flew over her head. "That's
not a problem".
A roar went up and 14 vampires charged, they weren't armed except with a few
stakes, they came on in the old fashioned way but when they blocked the line of
their covering fire they found themselves faced at close quarters by three
desperate individuals who were playing by the new rules.
Spike had been pistol whipped, tied up and shot twice that day and his
earlier qualms about slayage had disappeared, he cut down three with rapid
Angel, resouled as he was, never even hesitated as he slew a similar number.
Buffy had begun firing a second before her comrades hence her score of four
The survivors were just about to leap the sofa and die in a hail of cordite
driven stakes when Spike suddenly became aware of the Mexicans on coming charge.
He switched point of aim and began to scream, "BUFFY LEFT FLA..". Then the lead
vampires pistol flashed.
The bullet aimed at Spikes head went wild and just scraped the left side of
his neck but the shock sent him back off his feet and straight into Angel, the
two vampires sprawled in a heap and the minions were over the sofa and at them.
Angel fired straight up into the torso of the first vampire to jump over it's
dust covered him as it fell, the next to cross kicked the shotgun from his hands
and dived upon him stake raised.
Pinned to the ground, Spike used his shotgun to hold up a heavy dark haired
vampire who was trying to stake him, but in his weakened state the stake
gradually pressed down.
Roaring round the corner the last minion stared down the barrel of Buffys
shotgun, "Hi", she said and pulled the trigger.
The vampire flinched but didn't die, "Try that with a loaded one next time",
and charged forward claws outstretched.
"Thanks for the tip", the Slayer laughed even as the vampires claws closed on
her shoulders the butt of her shotgun swung up into its jaw. Landing on his back
the vampire lay stunned. Buffy drew Mr. Pointy and plunged it into his chest.
Grappling with a vampire slightly smaller than him, Angel should have had no
problem, but two bullet wounds had weakened him and the minion was on top. The
master vampire brought his knee up hard into the minions butt sending him
forward their heads met for a second and Angel's fangs sank into his opponents
face, screaming the minion pulled clear breaking a hand free to clamp it to the
wound. Concentrating his full strength, he broke the stake clear of the
vampire's right hand and used it to slay the creature.
Trying to spit out a mouth full of dust, Angel saw the line of banditos
bearing down on them, "Oh shit". He knew he didn't have time to retrieve his
Buffy drew her kukris and went to the aid of Spike, she ignored the wild
firing that came her way and struck down severing the vampires right arm the
limb exploded even as the vampire screamed. Pushing it forcefully back, Spike
fired point plank into its chest, the last minion died instantly.
Looking round, Buffy saw a smiling bandit pistol in hand looking at her from
10 feet away nine more of its amigos waited behind confident of their victory.
"So Puta now you die", it said as it brought the gun up slowly, too slowly.
A rapid over arm throw buried the kukris in the creatures chest, but metal
wont kill vampires unless it dismembers them, though the vampire was in agony it
continued to try to aim. Buffy waited for death.
Then the vampire looked to its left shoulder at the arrow flights that had
appeared there the bolt angled down had pierced its heart a second later pistol
and kukris hit the floor.
In the excitement nobody had notice the sudden flurry of ceiling tiles and it
was only when Giles shot gun went roaring into action
BLAM!,BLAM!,BLAM!,BLAM!,BLAM from above them that the vampires realized their
"Thank you goddess", Willow said joyful over her well placed shot having
saved her friend life. She reloaded her bow hastily whilst watching Giles fire
destroy three more vamps in short order.
"Wow, just like that", Amy shouted as her first shot fired in anger hammered
home the vampires dust settling on the ground below.
The last vampire in the column looked at the crossbow bolt in its chest and
crumpled leaving four open mouthed survivors.
"Ducks in a gallery" Xander quipped even as he squeezed off a jet of Holy
water, "Weak line I know but the best I can do in the circumstances".
White smoke billowed up as the vampires turned to run their faces burning.
Spike, though a little dazed, opened fire dusting one fleeing vamp before
rifle fire sent him diving for cover. Angel too was driven back down even as
Giles claimed a fourth victim.
The other two vampires dropped behind the sofa's cover even as Xander
unleashed the super squirter on the vamps behind the barricade.
"God damn", Dutch screamed as he dived to avoid the jet his companeros
followed just in time. "Pike!" he shouted pointing at the source of the incoming
Buffy grabbed Faith's loaded shotgun and rolled round the corner of the sofa,
two vamps were crawling as fast as they could go for the far end and the
barricade. Lying on her belly the Slayer grinned as she aimed at the vamps butt
then fired and dusted. A rapid slide movement saw the second vampire dust as
Pike drew his .45 semi auto and aimed it at the ceiling, he couldn't see the
Slayerettes but fired anyway.
"Yow" shouted Kate as bullet holes appeared behind her.
As Buffy crawled forward to get nearer her enemies, a vamp suddenly stepped
in front of her rifle poised, they fired together his bullet ripped a chunk of
plaster from the wall her stake slammed into the vampires right lung. Both
reloaded to try again.
Willow leaned out a little and fired, her bolt took the vampires life.
Trying a little nearer to the row of holes, the Slayerettes were firing
through Pike loosed off the last round in his clip. It tore through the tiling
and struck one of the metal beams holding up the roof.
"Damn", Giles grabbed his right bicep his upper arm had been peppered by the
shrapnel from the bullet, Amy brought her hand up to her left cheek she felt
like she'd been stung and her fingers came away bloody. "Xander".
"It's not too bad", Xander spared her no more that a glance as he exhausted
the water in his gun. His hand went to his haversack even as the four surviving
barricade vampires rose guns pointed at them, he pulled out a Holy water bottle
and pitched it down.
Dutch had enough and ran across to join Pike even as the bottle sailed
through the air. Angel's shot missed him but a second round dusted the vampire
whose arm Spike had broken with a .45 slug earlier in the fight as it tried to
Sprayed by Holy water and glass the three remaining Companeros dropped their
weapons screaming at the pain as the water burned their skin. Spike fired
methodically killing two and only failed to get the third because Kate beat him
to it with a well aimed bolt.
"Mr Bishop", Dutch sat grim-faced beside his boss, just five of them left
now, the still comatose Angel, Eduardo and Chico and the almost hysterical Joy.
"Do you think they'll accept a white flag?"
"No" was all Pike could reply.
"We can't see them from here Giles", Willow complained to the injured
Watcher, "I'm going to the next beam and kick another hole".
"Be careful", Giles responded watched Willow step out and disappear.
"GILES, XANDER", Willow screamed as she hung by her fingertips from the beam
she'd missed with her foot she had plunged through the ceiling as a tile gave
way beneath her only by the grace of the goddess had she avoided plummeting 12
feet to the floor below. Xander moving quickly jumped across to grab her wrists
and tried to pull her up.
Smiling Dutch, Eduardo and Chico all took aim, two of the Slayerettes plain
in their sights then Pike spoke up.
"What?" Dutch turned snarling at his boss. "Mr Bishop".
Pike just smiled and shouted. "SLAYER, lets cut a deal".
*Fuck*, Buffy was almost at the corner of the Sofa just about too roll round
the side of the barricade and blast the bad guys. Their lives for Willow's, she
knew the drill it took her a second to decide. "What are the terms?"
"We go out through the wall here and you don't follow", Pike looked at Dutch,
the vampires game face disappeared and he nodded. "Your red-haired friend lives
and so do we".
"Fine, but you go back to Mexico", Buffy shook her head, *So close*. "So get
out now, before I change my mind".
"Get your Patron", Pike said to his two surviving servants. "Joy you get out
Eduardo and Chico dragged Angel under the truck and out through the hole
Spike had left, Joy after hugging her "Sugar Daddy" followed.
Nodding to Dutch, Pike watched him go.
"Well little Lady, I'd like to say this has been a pleasure but it wasn't.
I'll be back here but don't worry we immortals have some advantages, I'll just
sit on my ass in Mexico and wait for you to die. Your a brave kid I'll tell all
my enemies to come visit with you".
"ADIOS", and with that Pike crawled out and away into the night.
Chapter 9.1 Your girl!
For a few seconds the roadhouse was quite. Then Spike ran to Buffy grabbed
her and lifted her up in the air. "Fuck that was intense", he let her down to
her feet and bending forward kissed her on the forehead. "We're alive though,
aren't we Kitten?"
"Well I am", Buffy suddenly remembered her other problem aside from Pike, the
besotted vampire that stood before her,*This could be tricky*, she smiled at him
anyway. "Technically you aren't".
"Well that's a philosophical argument Slayer that could keep us going for
days". Spike leaned back against the sofa and crossed his arms in front of his
chest. "After all I walk, I talk, I require sustenance to survive and as I'd be
quite happy to prove to you Pet I can shag all night, so I reckon I can call
Looking at him open mouthed Buffy tried to think of a comeback but was saved
by a tentative shout from above.
"Guys, when your ready, HELP!", Willow was still hanging from the ceiling and
looking up could see Xander starting to sag under her weight.
"I'll second that", virtually on his knees Xander felt his grip begin to
Game face gone, Angel walked across the room, he was unable to believe what
he was hearing from Buffy and his Childe but first things first. He stopped
under Willow. "Let go of her Xander, I'll catch her".
"Dead boy you drop her and I'll.." Xander let Willow go.
Falling Willow opened her mouth to scream then Angels hands grasped her hips
firmly and she landed on her feet light as a feather. "Wow, Angel, that was
kinda fun", Willow looked up at a relieved Xander. "You think I could do it
Then Willow looked around and her smile died, "Where are the others?" Then
she saw Wesley lying in the doorway. "Oh Goddess".
She looked up at Angel and asked plaintively, "Faith and Seth?".
"Faith's gone and Seth's badly hurt", the Vampire was feeling weak from blood
loss and his voice showed no emotion but he put his arms round the girl and held
"Faith", Willow didn't know what to feel, she had been hurt (despite Oz) over
what had happened between Faith and Xander and even before post the sex thing
there had been the killing of Fitch the assault on Xander and the horrible way
she'd treated everyone, Buffy especially, since then had only made matters
worse. Still Willow decided she'd do her best not to think ill of the dead.
Suddenly the second part of Angel's comment hit home,*Seth*, she stepped
back. "We're standing here hugging whilst he's hurt, were is he?"
"Over there", Angel pointed weakly at the bullet riddled sofa, for the first
time Willow took in the dark red patches and the ragged holes in his shirt under
a layer of dirt from dusted vamps, "You're hurt, too," healing spells began to
run through her mind as she ran to help Seth. "Come with me".
Before Angel could follow Giles shouted from overhead, "You couldn't possibly
go and get us the ladder could you?" Angel looked up and smelled more blood, his
demon growled, Giles was standing above him his left hand bloody as it clutched
"Hold on Rupert, I'll go get it", Angel forgot his own wounds and looked
round for Spike and Buffy, he was startled to see they were still 'Spike and
Buffy'. They were stood staring at each other as if unaware of what else was
"Spike!", he shouted, commanding Sire to Childe.
"What the hell does he want?" Spike reluctantly tore his gaze away from the
Slayers hazel eyes. "What now!?"
"Get over here and help me fetch the ladder", Angel expecting his childe to
follow headed for the door.
"Yikes", Buffy suddenly realized she was standing ogling a vampire when she
still had work to do.
Picking up her shotgun, Buffy went to finish off the wounded vamps then
stopped and looked down at the weapon in her hands. Suddenly to Spike's surprise
and concern, the Slayer began to frantically work the slid until all the shells
were emptied and then she threw the gun aside.
"Are you alright Pet?"
"No", Buffy looked back around the room at the numerous bullet holes in the
walls, "I don't ever want to have to carry that again or have to even think
about using a gun".
"I know Luv", Spike hugged her to him and patted her shoulder, "I don't want
"All right keep your hair on Bwana", Spike wandered off ,pissed at the
discovery that having Buffy for his girl was going to potentially entail social
contact with someone he really didn't like.
Left alone, Buffy felt for Mr. Pointy but found she'd left the stake at the
scene of her recent hand to fang combat, breaking a two-foot length of plank
from the barricade to take its place she went too work.
"You alright mate?" Spike asked his sire as they walked out of the building,
"You look a little peaky."
Looking at how pale his Sire had gone Spike added, "I know where there's some
blood going after this is over, that's if those hogs didn't drink the lot".
"Thanks, and thanks for saving our lives", Angel said the hated words but the
harshly asked his Childe. "Now what the fuck's your plan, your angle, what are
you trying to do to my girl?"
"YOUR GIRL!", making no effort to conceal his scorn Spike laughed. "She's not
your girl anymore, you ponce, you blew that deal months ago".
Somehow Angel fought down the urge to hit his Childe but snarled, "You'll
kill her the first chance you get, you'll bide your time then you'll torture her
like you did the others".
The railroad spike, what he had done with it and how the Slayers had begged
for their lives and their screams all flashed across Spike's mind and he paused
fighting down nausea before answering. "You're really jealous aren't you mate,
not just of me and Buffy but cause I got my conscience back all on my own.
Unlike you I didn't need some gypsy curse to do it and I'll tell you now I'm not
gonna do that kind of stuff anymore and that's that".
Spike headed resolutely for the ladder, Angel stayed where he was for a few
seconds stunned by his Childe's response then shaking his head followed but
shouting. "Who the hell do you think you are then, the Forever Knight?"
"Eh?" the blond stopped as he tried to figure that out, then recollection hit
him. "Yeah, or maybe, only without all that tortured by my past crap that you
"So your just gonna give up the hunt". Angels temper snapped and his game
face began to return. "You wont last a month, you'll break and you'll kill
someone and Buffy will destroy you, I only hope I'm here to see it".
"You know something mate, you're not the vampire you were", Spike got to the
ladder and lifted it down. "I mean when you lost your soul what did you do, you
came to the factory to shoot your mouth off at Dru and me, the old Angelus would
have gone back in and given Buffy the seeing too of her...."
Angelus leapt at him fangs bared but Spike slammed him back up against the
wall with the ladder and pinned him there. Struggling Angel snarled, "You
bastard Spike, how dare you talk about her like that, you're gutter trash and
you always will be".
"No, I've come a very long way from where you found me", Spike wasn't smiling
though when he added. "You're right in one point though. I shouldn't talk about
my girl like that, especially not in front of you, if I'm gonna be a knight,
then Buffy is my Lady".
Slowly Angels human features returned, "She can't love you".
"You've spoiled her for mortal boys, they're just kids to her they don't have
our depth of character", Spikes smile broadened. "But she can't have you what
with that nasty old curse problem and all, if I behave myself its just a
question of time".
He stepped back and released Angel, "Your mates are stuck. Do we take them
this ladder or not?"
Still wanting to kill his Childe but knowing Buffy wouldn't forgive him for
it Angel took hold of the other end of the ladder, "Come on then", he spat and
the two rivals headed back to the doorway.