I've been sitting on the couch for a while after Spike walked me home, just trying to get things in order in my head. I know that he's probably gone back to Drusilla, I expect that, and while it doesn't feel good, whatever, there's nothing I can do so I guess I might as well accept it. For now.
My elbows on my knees and my hands in my hair when Angel comes in, I look up and I'm about to say hi and claim exhaustion when he, like. Freaks. I almost jump to the other side of the couch, it surprises me so much. This isn't like the Angel I know.
"Angel, what...?" Him? Spike? Okay, so obviously they have some issues. What's the freak deal?
I swallow, anger and rage is hard to supress, but even more...the surprise...
"...all over you, and I do mean ALL over you."
I cannot even hide my discontentment, I'm flaring up, the anger is eminating off of me, and I have a murderous intent in my bones that I haven't felt since I was Angelus.
I knew William was in town, and that Buffy was sort of chummy with him, but the concept that he'd stay...and abuse Dawn's trust as well long after Buffy was gone. It was inconceivable.
"I don't know." Probably on his way home, or back at the crypt already. But I can't pinpoint his exact location, so it's not totally a lie. Besides, I'm not exactly going to hand him over to Angel, not when he's looking like that.
"Angel, really, it's okay..." I really want to stand up so I can maybe stop him if he goes running out the door (yeah, right) but the waves of 'angry vampire' coming off of him keep me securely on the couch.
"No Dawn, it's not okay. I know he may seem like a friend, but you don't know Spike. None of you do, not the way I do. I have centuries experience with him. He may be an ally, but not for the right reasons. He has no soul. The only reason he didn't sink his teeth into you is cause he has a chip in his head that stops him from doing it. He's a heartless killer, he lives for the kill, and don't tell me he's not."
I pause. I don't mean to lecture Dawn, I sit down in the chair across from her to show that the rage isn't necessairly aimed at her.
"I'm sorry Dawn, you just need to understand. The things that he did...the things we did, as long as he's soulless, that's part of him. He may be subdued, and he may have done some good things for Buffy, but the bloodlust is still there. He's probably less of a menace nowadays without Dru, but he's still a killer, and I just want you to be careful."
Before I can even reply to Dawn's comment about Faith, I am distracted by a sound on the stairs.
I turn my head to see Giles entering the room, and I find myself standing at his entrance. While I may be Giles elder by quite a number of years, there has always been something stately about him that to me he was the kind of person who illicited a stand when he walked in.
Not to mention the history between us cried for that sort of comaradrie. There is nary a person I respect more than Rupert Giles.
"Well you know, being awake at this time of night is my kind of deal, though I can't say the same for you."
I motion with my hand toward a seat.
"Please Giles, sit. Dawn was just catching me up on the whole Spike/Drusilla/Faith deal that's going on in town, and I figure it would be beneficial to have some Watcher input as well."
I pause.
"Not to mention, of course, that it's good to see you."
I lean back and resume my gaze at Dawn, though highly anticipating Giles commentary as well.
"Hey, Giles," I say and wave a little. I wonder where he's been, upstairs with Buffy, probably. Angel is the only one who doesn't insist on sitting at her bedside and it's kind of nice.
"Angel got here this morning, and spent the day in the basement, so you might've missed him," I fill Giles in and move over a little on the couch, making room. Also I'm sitting on his bed.
Another good reason to escape upstairs because this conversation with Angel is getting worse and worse. Not that I don't like talking to Angel, I do, but being the bearer of news that he really doesn't want to hear is really getting old. Besides, I would really like to take a shower.
I sit down on the couch, not really taking in all that has been said, though I vaguely register that Angel mentioned Drusilla, and Faith.
"Quite right, yes." I know I can't be making much sense, but I find myself unable to be extremely articulate at the moment.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. The last couple of days have been a bit...draining." I don't even really pay attention to their responses, and I'm asleep as my head hits the pillow.
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My elbows on my knees and my hands in my hair when Angel comes in, I look up and I'm about to say hi and claim exhaustion when he, like. Freaks. I almost jump to the other side of the couch, it surprises me so much. This isn't like the Angel I know.
"Angel, what...?" Him? Spike? Okay, so obviously they have some issues. What's the freak deal?
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I swallow, anger and rage is hard to supress, but even more...the surprise...
"...all over you, and I do mean ALL over you."
I cannot even hide my discontentment, I'm flaring up, the anger is eminating off of me, and I have a murderous intent in my bones that I haven't felt since I was Angelus.
I knew William was in town, and that Buffy was sort of chummy with him, but the concept that he'd stay...and abuse Dawn's trust as well long after Buffy was gone. It was inconceivable.
I wanted him gone. I wanted him in my ash tray.
I wanted him NOW.
"Where is he?"
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"Angel, really, it's okay..." I really want to stand up so I can maybe stop him if he goes running out the door (yeah, right) but the waves of 'angry vampire' coming off of him keep me securely on the couch.
Smelling Spike, on me. See, that's just creepy.
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I pause. I don't mean to lecture Dawn, I sit down in the chair across from her to show that the rage isn't necessairly aimed at her.
"I'm sorry Dawn, you just need to understand. The things that he did...the things we did, as long as he's soulless, that's part of him. He may be subdued, and he may have done some good things for Buffy, but the bloodlust is still there. He's probably less of a menace nowadays without Dru, but he's still a killer, and I just want you to be careful."
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I turn my head to see Giles entering the room, and I find myself standing at his entrance. While I may be Giles elder by quite a number of years, there has always been something stately about him that to me he was the kind of person who illicited a stand when he walked in.
Not to mention the history between us cried for that sort of comaradrie. There is nary a person I respect more than Rupert Giles.
"Well you know, being awake at this time of night is my kind of deal, though I can't say the same for you."
I motion with my hand toward a seat.
"Please Giles, sit. Dawn was just catching me up on the whole Spike/Drusilla/Faith deal that's going on in town, and I figure it would be beneficial to have some Watcher input as well."
I pause.
"Not to mention, of course, that it's good to see you."
I lean back and resume my gaze at Dawn, though highly anticipating Giles commentary as well.
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"Angel got here this morning, and spent the day in the basement, so you might've missed him," I fill Giles in and move over a little on the couch, making room. Also I'm sitting on his bed.
Another good reason to escape upstairs because this conversation with Angel is getting worse and worse. Not that I don't like talking to Angel, I do, but being the bearer of news that he really doesn't want to hear is really getting old. Besides, I would really like to take a shower.
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"Quite right, yes." I know I can't be making much sense, but I find myself unable to be extremely articulate at the moment.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. The last couple of days have been a bit...draining." I don't even really pay attention to their responses, and I'm asleep as my head hits the pillow.
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