For The Love Of Spike

Chapter Four
Angel looked at the phone and he debated, it had been two weeks since Darla had informed him of her recent bout of let’s make Angel crazy. And the dreams just kept coming, there was no let up to them, and they were tarring him apart. Each one was filled with Williams’s laughter and his blue eyes lighting up with glee, and they were breaking his heart. What was Spike going thru right now? And why did he care? They had long since become enemies. (But whose fault is that? William was never evil and he was so innocent and he loved you so much) Angel threw the cup that he drank his morning breakfast out of against the wall. Damn it he had to know how he was, when he heard of the chip that was put it Spike’s head it was all he could do not to go there and kill the bastards that dared to touch his boy, but in the end he didn’t, and not knowing especially now how he was, it was driving him crazy. He drew an unneeded sigh and picked up the phone, dialing the number that Willow had given him after Buffy had died he waited for someone to pick up.
“Magic Box, How may I help you to spend lot’s of money?” There was a scuffle and then Giles voice came over the phone.
Hello, Magic Box.”
“Giles.” Angel started “How are things there?” There was a tense silence on the other end, then.
“Angel, hello. What can I do to help you?” Buffy who was sitting at the table got up and walked over to where Giles was talking on the phone?
“Uh I was just wondering how everything was there.” Angel asked hesitantly.
“Everything is fine here, why do you ask?” Giles asked him, puzzled; Angel never called unless he needed to warn them about something. Angel not knowing how else to ask what he needed to know came right out and asked.
“How’s Spike?”
“Spike?” Buffy looked away thinking oh, no what does he know? He couldn’t know. No one did. She was going to kill Spike if he called and told him.
“Yes, Spike. He is still in Sunnydale isn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s still here.” Giles answered more confused than ever now. Why was Angel so interested in Spike all of the sudden?
“Well, how has he been acting?”
“Angel, do you know something we don’t? Did Spike get the chip out?” Giles asked him, worried now that maybe that’s why Spike hasn’t been around in the last week.
“No, nothing like that. Can you answer the question please I need to know.”
Angel said, getting desperate now, why would they ask him something like that, they see him everyday don’t they?
“Well, I just assumed maybe you knew something. Spike hasn’t been around in days.” If Angel’s heart was beating it would’ve stopped after hearing that.
“What do you mean? How long has he been missing?”
“I didn’t say he was missing. I said that he hasn’t been around.” Getting fed up with the third degree Giles asked. “What’s going on, Angel? Why the sudden interest in Spike?” Before he could hear Angel’s reply the door flew open, and Dawn came rushing in, out of breath and hysterical.
“Buffy. It’s Spike!” Angel heard Dawn and waited to see what was going on.
“Dawn, What about Spike? I thought I told you to stay away from him.” Buffy’s voice next, what was going on there?
“Holler at me later. Spike’s hurt badly, Buffy.” Dawn told Buffy tears in her voice. Angel felt something tare inside him, his boy was hurt, that meant only one of two things. Either he was hurt patrolling for Buffy, or he got drunk and picked a fight, one he knew that he couldn’t possibly win, because that was what his boy did when he was hurting.
“I could care less about Spike being hurt, Dawnie. And where were you at to find this out, huh?” Buffy asked her and Angel felt a deep rage build up inside of him at this comment, how badly was his childe hurt, and why did the one person who he helped every night not care?
“I was on my way home from Janice’s and I saw him alright?! He was bleeding, and when I asked him what happened he said he was alright unfortunately, his words, not mine. He looked awful his face was all banged up and he had a huge slash going across his stomach. You have to help him, Buffy.” Dawn screamed upset that her best friend was so hurt and didn’t seem to care.
“Listen, Dawn Spike is a vampire and he will heal.” Angel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and he felt Angelus rattle his cage, he stopped him just barely and said to Giles.
“What is going on there?”
“Angel, oh I’m sorry. I’d forgotten you were on the phone.” Giles said.
“Obviously, now can you please explain to me what is going on with my BOY?!?!” Angel screamed, just letting a little bit of Angelus out to play.
“Yes, well I say. No need to be rood, and your boy?” Giles asked.
“Yes, Giles. My boy now answer the damn question!”
Giles worried now and not just a little bit scared answered.
“Angelus?”
“NO! This is not fucking Angelus, its Angel and you’re pissing me off, tell-“
“Angel, Spike needs your help.” Dawn grabbed the phone out of an unsuspecting Giles’s hand.
“Dawn, what’s going on there?” Angel asked her, glad to finally get someone who cared about his boy’s welfare on the phone.
“Spike’s hurt. I never seen him this hurt, even when he fell off the tower, he wasn’t this hurt.” Dawn said in a rush, trying to get everything out before Buffy took the phone off of her. “I walked him home and when we got there I went to the fridge to get him some blood, but it was empty, Angel. He always has some, and when I asked him if he wanted me to get him some, he told me not to bother he already ate. He was lying, I know he was because some of those injuries, they were old and they should’ve healed by now.”
That’s when Angel knew, he knew that his Will was in pain, he remembered everything, and now he was hurting and by the sounds of things, he was hurting in a bad way, he needed to get to him.
“I’m on my way, Dawn. I’ll be there before dawn.” He hung up the phone and grabbed his keys and walked right passed a stunned Cordelia.
“Angel, wait where are you going?” She hollered after him.
“Sunnydale.” Was all he told her not stopping he just went out the door, vowing to himself that if anything happens to his boy, Darla would die, slowly, and so would a certain Slayer who dare to dismiss his childe’s suffering so easily.