Breaking away

Spike woke up alone although it was clear from the smell and the warm spot next to him that he hadn't been alone a moment ago. He jumped up and went back downstairs. "Heya kitten." He called out cheerfully as he saw Fred working on some device. "Hello." She gave him a shy glance. "So what are you doing ducks?" He asked as he peered over her shoulder. "Ohh. Just recalibrating the flamethrower. It has a nasty habit of back drafting. Which is not so good since Angel is really flammable." He snickered. "Not really no. So you're a scientist, eh?" Fred nodded. "So where are the others?" He asked curiously. "Cordelia is shopping and the others are out on a job. She had a vision at the mall. So it's just you and me."

Her stomach gave a faint rumble and she blushed. "Ummm. Guess I'm kinda hungry. I'm gonna get some taco's. Do you like taco's. I mean you made that sandwich so you eat. Even if you don't really need to eat and taco's are really yummy too. At least I think they're yummy. Although Cordy doesn't seem to like them very much. But then she says she likes to watch her figure so maybe she does like them and just doesn't eat them. And I am kinda rambling again aren’t I. I always do that when I am nervous or embarrassed and I will be shutting up now I think."

Spike chuckled. "That's ok ducks. I don't mind. I'd love some taco's." Fred smiled. "I'll be back later then." He nodded. "S'ya in a bit then kitten." She waved and left. Only stopping to grab her coat on the way out. Left all alone he draped himself over the coach and stretched lazily. Wondering what he was going to do right now. He dozed for a while until he heard the door in the distance. "Back already du..." He trailed of when he saw the slayer standing there. He forced a smile on his lips as he stood up. "Heya pet. What are you doing here." This was going to hurt, he could tell. She had a thunderous expression on her face and her entire frame hummed with pent up aggression. His body tensed further as she stalked closer. Preparing himself to roll with the blows that were sure to come so he could minimize the damage she did.

And sure enough as soon as she reached him her fist shot out to his jaw. Knocking him to the side with the force of the blow. "What the hell did you do to Angel." He blinked in confusion for a moment. "I didn't do..." He was cut off when she hit him again. "Yes you did. You are nothing, you hear me? You are trash. You are controlling him somehow, I know you are. There is no way he would get angry at me over you so you must have." Each sentence was punctuated by another blow. The last one was strong enough to throw him into a wall and crack a few ribs. "You are just trash." She hit him in the same spot and he winced as he felt the cracked ribs break.

He saw another fist coming towards his face and he shut his eyes so he would not have to see it coming. He blinked in confusion when it didn't land. And again as he tried to figure out where that roar had come from. He let himself slide down the wall. Wincing as his injuries made themselves known. He saw Angel punching Buffy in the face. His eyes bleeding red with rage. Wesley and Gunn stood in the door opening along with Willow, Tara, Giles and Dawn. He blinked again as he wondered where they had all come from. He heard another smack and saw the slayer hit the floor. Blood dripping into one eye from a wound to the head. He was going to kill her. He didn't want her dead. Which meant he had to attract his sires attention somehow.

Angelus pressed the slayer against a wall. "I told ye what I would do if ya hurt m'boy again, slayer." His Irish brooke had a dangerous cold quality to it. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed. "I'll not be letting you hurt 'im again lass. Ever." A pained whimper caught his attention. That was his childe. He growled and squeezed a tad bit harder but stilled again as he heard another whimper. "S-s-sire." It was only a faint whisper but full of need. He roared and threw the slayer away. Stalking over to his childe he pulled him carefully into his lap. "Shhh Will. Sire's here m'lad. Drink William." He pressed his wrist against his grandchilde's lips. Spike sighed in relief as he saw Giles pull Buffy away and drank slowly. Buying them some more time to get out of there.

Angelus's eyes narrowed as he regarded his childe. "You're protecting her." Spike winced. "Don't want you to kill her. Neither would the poof." He said softly. Angelus growled. "She hurt ye lad. Not gonna let 'er get away with it. No one 'urts ye Will. No one. Not even the slayer. The soul doesn't care very much about 'er right now either." Spike gazed at him with uncertain eyes and Angelus sighed. "We'll speak of it later." He cuddled his grandchilde close as he assessed his injuries. He noticed Dawn creeping closer but said nothing. "Spike?" The blonde vampire looked up at the teenager and opened his arms for her. Dawn flung herself at him and buried her head in his shoulder. The blonde kissed the top of her head and whispered reassurances in her ears as he leaned back into his sire's embrace. He wasn't looking forward to that discussion later. He saw the watcher and the witches still standing in the door opening. Definitely not looking forward to that talk.