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Part 13 - Reflections, Forward and Past
Part 13 – Reflections, forward and past
The following day, shortly after sunset.
Spike and Willow sat in a companionable silence. The redhead was curled into his lap and looking at her blond lover. He could see she was thinking, and he had a fairly good idea what it was she was thinking about; the same thing that had occupied his thoughts for the past twenty-four hours. Angel and his comment ‘This isn’t over though, Spike’. Spike began to reflect on what Angel could effectively do. Stake him, kidnap Willow, work on Willow’s friends, isolating her from them, {that would kill her.} Angel could also claim bloodline rights. Spike shuddered at that thought.
Willow looked up, disturbed by Spike’s trembling. “What’s wrong?”
“I was thinking about all of the ideas the poof could come up with to force us apart.” Spike answered quietly.
“Which one scared you enough to make you shudder?”
Spike smiled a little as he explained, “Red, I didn’t shudder when I was scared, I shuddered when I was angry.”
The slender redhead looked up at him again, and asked, “Well, what scared you so much and what angered you so much?”
“Are you really sure you want to hear pet? Some of what I say will shock, or even frighten you.”
Willow gulped and nodded.
Spike looked at her carefully. “Are you sure, really sure?”
Willow gave him her crooked little smile and said, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Well, which do you want first, what scared me or what annoyed me?”
“Scared.”
Spike sighed, he really had hoped that she would ask for the other. He had hoped that hearing about Bloodline rights would have stopped her other questions. “What I was thinking was that I wouldn’t put it past the poof to continually talk to everyone else, raising doubts in their minds, making them wonder if what we’re doing is right. Cutting you off from your friends by a ‘Chinese Whisper’ campaign. I’d hate to see you friendless and alone, luv.”
Willow looked at him and asked “Do you think he will?”
I honestly don’t know. As Angelus, he was a right devious bugger though.”
“Okay, I think I’ve got that on board, and we can always do the same thing. Keep in contact with everyone so they know he’s lying. What about the other?”
“Well,” He began, and then paused, seeking the right words. “You’ve studied history, right?” Willow nodded “Do you know what the Droits d’Seigneur are?”
Willow nodded. “Yes, the Rights of the Knight or Nobleman. But what’s that got to do with…” The last three words came out sounding like a tape slowing down. “If he knows what’s good for him, he better not try that. You wouldn’t have a chance to complain, handsome man, I’d obliterate him first!”
Spike grinned down at her. “Pet, that’s the passion and the fire that drew me to you. At bottom, you’ve got more bottle that the rest of those Scoobies put together.”
“More what?” Willow looked confused.
“Sorry luv. Bottle. It means guts, courage, bravery. You’ve got more than I’ve seen in anyone else, ever.”
“Me?” Willow squeaked.
“Yes pet, you. What’s important now though, is trying to work out what else he may do. The thing is, he’s patient, he could wait months, even years before trying anything.” Spike ran his hands absent mindedly through her hair as he spoke. “Red, I’ve never known anyone else willing to take on that sod the way you have. Twice. Soul or not, he hates to lose.”
Willow smiled. “Good. That gives us time then.”
“Time, pet, for what?”
“Time to find a spell which can sever the links between sire and childe.”
“Bleedin’ ‘ell pet. You don’t do things by ‘alves, do yer!” Spike was so surprised by Willow’s decisiveness and determination that his accent thickened considerably.
“So, what’s he likely to do if we stop him isolating me, or claiming his ‘rights’?” Willow spat out the last word contemptuously.
Spike thought before answering. “Probably try and stake me, or take you from me. For your own ‘good’ of course. I wonder…” Spike drifted off into a reverie, thinking.
The witch watched him and waited. After a minute or so, she prodded him “Wonder what?”
“Sorry luv. I was thinking. His behaviour over this is odd, not like the original Angelus at all. It reminds me more of the Angelus we met a few years ago, after Slutty lived up to her name.”
“Spike. That was uncalled for. Did … he tell you anything about what actually happened?”
“No. Just that they shagged and he lost his soul. I can tell you, he was majorly pissed at her. He said something like ‘she made me human. You can’t just forgive that’.”
Willow nodded. “So you aren’t aware that Buffy gave her virginity to Angel?”
Spike gawped. “She what? That’s not possible luv. That was over two years after she was called. There’s one thing about the slayer, every slayer. They need to shag. It’s like a compulsion. I don’t know if it’s because they have such a short life span, or it’s a way to work off the excess adrenaline or what. But it’s always the same. That’s why I called her Slutty. It was just so appropriate. There’s the new slayer, right, panting after a vampire. None of the others had gone that far.”
Willow looked at him, utterly shocked. “So, Faith was a ‘normal’ slayer?”
“I wouldn’t go that far pet. I met the daft bint, remember.” Spike grinned at his lover, as he realised that she was his, he wallowed in the feeling for a moment before continui“But“But, as far as ‘slayer sexuality’ goes, she was pretty normal. Perhaps a little reserved.”
Willow coughed at Spike’s comment. “This is a woman who dragged Xander off, screwed him silly and then threw him into the street just about butt naked.”
Spike laughed “So she’s guilty of bad taste. Some of the slayers I heard about would’ve just shagged him in the road and left him there. The need overwhelms them.”
“Giles never mentioned this.”
“No need pet. Your gang was working far better than any solo slayer ever has. Faith was so isolated by the gang that she went rogue.” {God Faith’d make a vicious vampire, he mused.} “In short, Buffy broke all the rules; and that’s why we have the current problem.”
Willow nodded again and sighed, “Why is everything so complicated?”
Spike laughed. “It’s called life, sweets; or existence in my case. We just have to fumble our way through it. Now, little one, give us a kiss.”
* * * *
Anya looked over at Xander. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Willow and Spike. I’m still amazed. Hell, I’m even amazed I took their side.”
“Why? You know right from wrong. They’re happy together, and face it, even if Spike didn’t have the chip, there is no way he’d hurt Willow. You saw him with Drusilla.”
“Baby, this isn’t helping. I remember what Spike wanted to do when Drusilla left him. ‘Torture her ‘til she loves me again’.” Xander made finger quotes as he spoke.
Anya smiled. “Willow isn’t Drusilla. What Willow needs is someone who is as loving and giving as she is. Someone as totally devoted as she is. Can you think of anyone better than Spike? He loved Drusilla for ov cen century, and even when she left him, he tried to win her back. And she’s completely mad. One word that doesn’t apply to Spike is commitment-phobic.”
“Yeah that’s true.”
“So shut up and stop worrying about it. Anyway, I want some orgasms.”
* * * *
Angel sat, thinking. Cordelia had not returned with him, and had called to tell him that she was not returning until he accepted Willow and Spike being a couple. He couldn’t understand. Why was everyone so blind? They refused to see that Spike would hurt her, break her will. There had to be a way to force them apart. He knew he couldn’t act directly, at least not yet. But … well, Spike had employed the Order of Taraka to kill Buffy. He could do the same to kill Spike. It would be a kind of poetic justice. Angel knew he would have to be very careful about the contract stipulations. He turned back to his desk, he had some calls to make.
* * * *
Cordelia sat in Giles apartment, staggere wha what she had done. She’d left Angel. She’d left Los Angeles and returned to Sunnyhell. And she had had no choice whatsoever. Angel’s attitude had shocked and disgusted her; and she had lost all respect for him. Damn him, now I’m going to have to find a new place, another job, and I’m stuck here. I wonder who I know who could get me a job? I wonder if Giles needs a shop assistant. That’d be cool. Well, the in a magic shop bit, not the assistant bit.
* *
*
Giles sat looking out of the window. Why did Angel have to be so intractable? Why couldn’t he accept that Willow was mature enough to make her own decisions? Why couldn’t he accept that her friends accepted Spike as her partner? No, surely Angel wasn’t being that juvenile? Perhaps Angel was reverting to type. Not wholly Angelus, but insisting on the levels of control that Angelus had. That made a sort of macabre sense, Giles thought. Angelus had been let loose twice in receemoremory, so there was probably bound to be some integration between the personalities of Angel and Angelus. Perhaps I should do some research on Angelus, see if I can get some ideas of the demon behind the stories, he thought.
* * * *
Willow rolled over in bed to look at her sleeping blonde lover, reaching out, she ran her nails lightly over his motionless chest. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “What is it, sweets?”
“What’re we going to do when my parents arouaround to returning. Can I move in with you? I wouldn’t want you to suffer the way I have here. Have you actually got a place yet?”
“That’s a bloody good idea Red. And yes, I do have a little pied a terre. I just hadn’t got around to mentioning it what with everything else that’s been going on.”
He paused and thought a moment before continuing. “I wouldn’t feel right staying here and freeloading, to say nothing of the difficulty a pair of kosher parents are going ave ave with someone who actually lives off the unclean bits.” He grinned, almost apologetically, then flashed a wicked grin and began to speak in a high pitched, pseudo-feminine voice. “Rabbi Goldman. The blood is there for uum … research purposes. Yes, that’s right. Our little Willow. You know what she’s like.”
Willow looked at him uncomprehendingly for a moment and then began to laugh helplessly. The image of her mother explaining bags of blood to a rabbi was priceless.
The following day, shortly after sunset.
Spike and Willow sat in a companionable silence. The redhead was curled into his lap and looking at her blond lover. He could see she was thinking, and he had a fairly good idea what it was she was thinking about; the same thing that had occupied his thoughts for the past twenty-four hours. Angel and his comment ‘This isn’t over though, Spike’. Spike began to reflect on what Angel could effectively do. Stake him, kidnap Willow, work on Willow’s friends, isolating her from them, {that would kill her.} Angel could also claim bloodline rights. Spike shuddered at that thought.
Willow looked up, disturbed by Spike’s trembling. “What’s wrong?”
“I was thinking about all of the ideas the poof could come up with to force us apart.” Spike answered quietly.
“Which one scared you enough to make you shudder?”
Spike smiled a little as he explained, “Red, I didn’t shudder when I was scared, I shuddered when I was angry.”
The slender redhead looked up at him again, and asked, “Well, what scared you so much and what angered you so much?”
“Are you really sure you want to hear pet? Some of what I say will shock, or even frighten you.”
Willow gulped and nodded.
Spike looked at her carefully. “Are you sure, really sure?”
Willow gave him her crooked little smile and said, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Well, which do you want first, what scared me or what annoyed me?”
“Scared.”
Spike sighed, he really had hoped that she would ask for the other. He had hoped that hearing about Bloodline rights would have stopped her other questions. “What I was thinking was that I wouldn’t put it past the poof to continually talk to everyone else, raising doubts in their minds, making them wonder if what we’re doing is right. Cutting you off from your friends by a ‘Chinese Whisper’ campaign. I’d hate to see you friendless and alone, luv.”
Willow looked at him and asked “Do you think he will?”
I honestly don’t know. As Angelus, he was a right devious bugger though.”
“Okay, I think I’ve got that on board, and we can always do the same thing. Keep in contact with everyone so they know he’s lying. What about the other?”
“Well,” He began, and then paused, seeking the right words. “You’ve studied history, right?” Willow nodded “Do you know what the Droits d’Seigneur are?”
Willow nodded. “Yes, the Rights of the Knight or Nobleman. But what’s that got to do with…” The last three words came out sounding like a tape slowing down. “If he knows what’s good for him, he better not try that. You wouldn’t have a chance to complain, handsome man, I’d obliterate him first!”
Spike grinned down at her. “Pet, that’s the passion and the fire that drew me to you. At bottom, you’ve got more bottle that the rest of those Scoobies put together.”
“More what?” Willow looked confused.
“Sorry luv. Bottle. It means guts, courage, bravery. You’ve got more than I’ve seen in anyone else, ever.”
“Me?” Willow squeaked.
“Yes pet, you. What’s important now though, is trying to work out what else he may do. The thing is, he’s patient, he could wait months, even years before trying anything.” Spike ran his hands absent mindedly through her hair as he spoke. “Red, I’ve never known anyone else willing to take on that sod the way you have. Twice. Soul or not, he hates to lose.”
Willow smiled. “Good. That gives us time then.”
“Time, pet, for what?”
“Time to find a spell which can sever the links between sire and childe.”
“Bleedin’ ‘ell pet. You don’t do things by ‘alves, do yer!” Spike was so surprised by Willow’s decisiveness and determination that his accent thickened considerably.
“So, what’s he likely to do if we stop him isolating me, or claiming his ‘rights’?” Willow spat out the last word contemptuously.
Spike thought before answering. “Probably try and stake me, or take you from me. For your own ‘good’ of course. I wonder…” Spike drifted off into a reverie, thinking.
The witch watched him and waited. After a minute or so, she prodded him “Wonder what?”
“Sorry luv. I was thinking. His behaviour over this is odd, not like the original Angelus at all. It reminds me more of the Angelus we met a few years ago, after Slutty lived up to her name.”
“Spike. That was uncalled for. Did … he tell you anything about what actually happened?”
“No. Just that they shagged and he lost his soul. I can tell you, he was majorly pissed at her. He said something like ‘she made me human. You can’t just forgive that’.”
Willow nodded. “So you aren’t aware that Buffy gave her virginity to Angel?”
Spike gawped. “She what? That’s not possible luv. That was over two years after she was called. There’s one thing about the slayer, every slayer. They need to shag. It’s like a compulsion. I don’t know if it’s because they have such a short life span, or it’s a way to work off the excess adrenaline or what. But it’s always the same. That’s why I called her Slutty. It was just so appropriate. There’s the new slayer, right, panting after a vampire. None of the others had gone that far.”
Willow looked at him, utterly shocked. “So, Faith was a ‘normal’ slayer?”
“I wouldn’t go that far pet. I met the daft bint, remember.” Spike grinned at his lover, as he realised that she was his, he wallowed in the feeling for a moment before continui“But“But, as far as ‘slayer sexuality’ goes, she was pretty normal. Perhaps a little reserved.”
Willow coughed at Spike’s comment. “This is a woman who dragged Xander off, screwed him silly and then threw him into the street just about butt naked.”
Spike laughed “So she’s guilty of bad taste. Some of the slayers I heard about would’ve just shagged him in the road and left him there. The need overwhelms them.”
“Giles never mentioned this.”
“No need pet. Your gang was working far better than any solo slayer ever has. Faith was so isolated by the gang that she went rogue.” {God Faith’d make a vicious vampire, he mused.} “In short, Buffy broke all the rules; and that’s why we have the current problem.”
Willow nodded again and sighed, “Why is everything so complicated?”
Spike laughed. “It’s called life, sweets; or existence in my case. We just have to fumble our way through it. Now, little one, give us a kiss.”
* * * *
Anya looked over at Xander. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Willow and Spike. I’m still amazed. Hell, I’m even amazed I took their side.”
“Why? You know right from wrong. They’re happy together, and face it, even if Spike didn’t have the chip, there is no way he’d hurt Willow. You saw him with Drusilla.”
“Baby, this isn’t helping. I remember what Spike wanted to do when Drusilla left him. ‘Torture her ‘til she loves me again’.” Xander made finger quotes as he spoke.
Anya smiled. “Willow isn’t Drusilla. What Willow needs is someone who is as loving and giving as she is. Someone as totally devoted as she is. Can you think of anyone better than Spike? He loved Drusilla for ov cen century, and even when she left him, he tried to win her back. And she’s completely mad. One word that doesn’t apply to Spike is commitment-phobic.”
“Yeah that’s true.”
“So shut up and stop worrying about it. Anyway, I want some orgasms.”
* * * *
Angel sat, thinking. Cordelia had not returned with him, and had called to tell him that she was not returning until he accepted Willow and Spike being a couple. He couldn’t understand. Why was everyone so blind? They refused to see that Spike would hurt her, break her will. There had to be a way to force them apart. He knew he couldn’t act directly, at least not yet. But … well, Spike had employed the Order of Taraka to kill Buffy. He could do the same to kill Spike. It would be a kind of poetic justice. Angel knew he would have to be very careful about the contract stipulations. He turned back to his desk, he had some calls to make.
* * * *
Cordelia sat in Giles apartment, staggere wha what she had done. She’d left Angel. She’d left Los Angeles and returned to Sunnyhell. And she had had no choice whatsoever. Angel’s attitude had shocked and disgusted her; and she had lost all respect for him. Damn him, now I’m going to have to find a new place, another job, and I’m stuck here. I wonder who I know who could get me a job? I wonder if Giles needs a shop assistant. That’d be cool. Well, the in a magic shop bit, not the assistant bit.
* *
*
Giles sat looking out of the window. Why did Angel have to be so intractable? Why couldn’t he accept that Willow was mature enough to make her own decisions? Why couldn’t he accept that her friends accepted Spike as her partner? No, surely Angel wasn’t being that juvenile? Perhaps Angel was reverting to type. Not wholly Angelus, but insisting on the levels of control that Angelus had. That made a sort of macabre sense, Giles thought. Angelus had been let loose twice in receemoremory, so there was probably bound to be some integration between the personalities of Angel and Angelus. Perhaps I should do some research on Angelus, see if I can get some ideas of the demon behind the stories, he thought.
* * * *
Willow rolled over in bed to look at her sleeping blonde lover, reaching out, she ran her nails lightly over his motionless chest. He opened his eyes and looked at her. “What is it, sweets?”
“What’re we going to do when my parents arouaround to returning. Can I move in with you? I wouldn’t want you to suffer the way I have here. Have you actually got a place yet?”
“That’s a bloody good idea Red. And yes, I do have a little pied a terre. I just hadn’t got around to mentioning it what with everything else that’s been going on.”
He paused and thought a moment before continuing. “I wouldn’t feel right staying here and freeloading, to say nothing of the difficulty a pair of kosher parents are going ave ave with someone who actually lives off the unclean bits.” He grinned, almost apologetically, then flashed a wicked grin and began to speak in a high pitched, pseudo-feminine voice. “Rabbi Goldman. The blood is there for uum … research purposes. Yes, that’s right. Our little Willow. You know what she’s like.”
Willow looked at him uncomprehendingly for a moment and then began to laugh helplessly. The image of her mother explaining bags of blood to a rabbi was priceless.