Fallen Angels
Chapter 2
Summary: Fantasy/AU. Buffy
and Spike are assassins in different organizations. Buffy found herself
fighting for her life when she messed up a case. Numerous assassins were sent
to kill her, including Spike. Quite violent at the beginning but Spuffiness is guaranteed
at the end.
Chapter 2
Spike dropped onto the
divan with a breath of relief. He leaned back, right hand clutching his drink
while his left arm crossed over his head to rest on his eyes. His muscles,
though tense, felt tired and well worked-out. He sat up again and his gaze fell
on the yellow file resting on the plush chair nearby.
The chair, the divan, and
the rest of the furniture in that room screamed money. The room was furnished
in a Victorian style, with baby blue, cream and gold the primary colours.
Spike raked a hand through
his blonde locks and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. A
headache was starting to form. Blinking rapidly, Spike shook his head and
grabbed the yellow file and began sifting through its many contents.
Biodatas, journals, rep
sheet, photocopies of licenses and pictures all spread out on the divan before
Spike. Sitting with a knee bent and the other leg swinging over the edge of the
divan, Spike looked at the picture of a heavyset man with fierce brows and
piercing brown eyes. His mouth was curled into a nasty sneer and there was a
chip at the ridge of his nose. Evan
Owens, Spike reminded himself, died
at the age of 42. Cause of death? Spike smiled and flipped the TV on to
CNN.
Images of Evan Owens were
shown – one of him in front of his house, with his family, one with him
smilling with his kids. High profile case. Spike
flipped to the other news channels.
style='font-family:Verdana'>Evan Owens: Crime Lord Massacre
style='font-family:Verdana'>Assassination of Evan Owens’ Family
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The highlights continued
to blare through the TV and Spike looked down once more at the spy picture of
Evan which was sitting on his lap. It was a picture of Evan and his six year
old son playing basketball in their mansion in
Spike grinned once more to
himself. He gathered all the documents and pictures into a loose pile and
shoved them into the yellow file once again. Case closed.
A/N: Sorry for the short
chapter, but I assure you not all Spike chapters are this short. I only want to
shroud Spike in mystery at the moment. *grin* Well, what do you think? I would
appreciate any feedback!