Breaking away

When Spike woke up again Angel was still asleep. He breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and carefully crawled out of bed so he wouldn't wake his sleeping grandsire. He cast his eyes out for his clothes only to find them missing. He bit back a curse as he crept over to the poof's closet to find some clothes that he wouldn't drown in too badly. Once he was dressed in a pair of black drawstring pants whose strings he had to loop around his waist twice to keep them from falling off and a red T-shirt that fell to mid thigh and kept sliding off one shoulder he was ready to go downstairs. He noticed that it was day out and he wondered how long he had slept.

He made his way to the kitchen only to see a flurry of humans reach for their weapons. It seemed that has sire had a few new pets. He cocked his head as he saw a dark skinned man hide a shy girl behind his back. The girl herself looked at him curiously and he didn't smell any fear coming from her. The watcher and the cheerleader were a different story however although that was to be expected considering his last visit. "Shouldn't you be upstairs." That was the cheerleader off course. Seemed she was still queen bitch. Good for her. He shrugged and took a seat at the now abandoned table and made himself a sandwich. "Peaches is sleeping and I didn't feel like being his ruddy snuggle bunny for the evening. New skirt? Suits you. Compliments you hair style." He saw Cordelia puff up at his words before she remembered she was supposed to hate him and glare at him. Rather amusing that. He could feel a grin playing around the edges of his mouth.

"So who're they?" He asked pointing. The timid girl took a step forward. "Hey. I'm Winifred but everyone calls me Fred. Winifred is such a mouthful and really kind of an odd name. Although I am kind of odd myself. Being trapped in another dimension for 5 years will do that to a girl I suppose. Not that I wasn't odd before then just not as odd as I am now." She was a cute one. Brave too. He was gonna like her he could tell. "'Lo Kitten. Nice to meet'cha. 'M Spike. But then the poof prob'ly already told you, yeah?" She nodded and he took a bite out of his sandwich. "Since when do vamps eat."

He turned his eyes to the dark skinned one and shrugged. "Just 'cause the dark avenger doesn't have any bleeding taste buds doesn't mean the rest of us don't. Well the ice bitch didn't have any either but Dru did. Used to love scones at her little tea parties she did. 'Course she was off her rocker so that may have something to do with it. So who are you? Kind of neglected to drop your name there mate." He got a glare for his trouble. And he was being all friendly too. People just didn't have any manners anymore. He bit back a snicker.

"It's Gunn. I've got my eye on you. You make a wrong move and you're dust, got it?" He just shrugged. Not like he cared much anymore, either way. He took another bite and turned to Fred. "Not gonna finish your lunch then ducks?" This seemed to spur the rest of them into action and they cautiously moved back to the table. Was good to know that he still had it. Moments later he could feel two arms wrap around his shoulder and he stiffened immediately. "What are you doing out of bed, Hmm?" A hint of fear clawed up his spine. "Wasn't aware that I was suddenly your bed slave now." He said while directing a glare at his Sire. He took another bite with a bravado he didn't really feel while he waited for Angel's reaction.

Angel just snorted and went to fix himself some blood. He sat down next to Spike and slung an arm over the back of the blonde's chair. "I see you helped yourself to my clothes." Spike just glared at him again. "Yeah. Figured it was fair since mine seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. Didn't really feel like running around in my altogether, yeah. 'S not like you don't have a closet full, ya poof. You've got enough to give Queenie here a run for her money." Cordelia snorted her amusement before directing her glare at him again. "So what do ya do 'round here. Just sit on your asses till Queenie here gets one of her visions." Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Migraines more like it. And basically yeah." This time it was Spike turns to roll his eyes. "Not to be the voice of reason here. 'Cause you know how much I bloody hate that but have you tried patrolling. Avoiding trouble 'fore it starts instead of waiting 'round till it's to late. Clean out the city a bit."

Angel shrugged. "There's too many." Spike cast a gaze upwards in a why me gesture and turned back to his sire. "Not saying you have to take 'em all on at once. Pick off everything you can handle. Eventually they will learn not to mess with you. Might look for bloodier pastures elsewhere, yeah." His sire was about to speak but the watcher cut him off. "I never though I would say this but Spike may have a point." Angel looked at him and sighed. "Don't like putting you all at risk that way." Cordelia snorted. "We are already at risk. And the bleached wonder is right. Might even cut back on my Migraine time." Angel just sighed again. "I'll think on it. All right." He looped one arm around his Childe's waist and pulled him into his lap. Spike let out a very unmanly yelp much to the amusement of the others. Angel ripped his wrist open with his teeth. "Feed." He glared at his Sire for a moment before giving into the lure of his sire's blood. A purr escaping him as the powerful blood hit his tongue.