Visions of You (Spike/A(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla) NC-17 8/14
Title: Visions of You
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227, nero_nailpolish
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 2,505
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 8
Washington, D.C., Washington Harbor
“The scenic setting combines the social pleasures and style of Georgetown with the natural beauty of the Potomac riverfront. The wide promenade is enjoyed by office workers, shoppers, strollers and diners at several restaurants offering outdoor seating. This is the perfect place to stroll at midday, before a sunset dinner, or after dark when the terraces are lit up,” Spike read from the brochure he held.
“What are you reading?” Booth asked as he shined his flashlight ahead of him.
“This brochure I took from the tourism center down the street,” Spike said casually.
“You mean you broke in and stole it,” Angel said as he looked in the opposite direction of Seeley’s flashlight.
“No need for specifics is there?” Spike asked. “Besides, I’ve found it’s best to always know where you’re going and how to get there.”
“Never get lost in the dark,” Drusilla said.
Spike nodded in affirmation. “See, even Dru agrees with me.”
“Dru would agree with a potted plant if it spoke and told her the sky was orange,” Angel grumbled.
“But, Daddy, the sky is orange with fire!” Drusilla pouted.
“I rest my case,” Angel exchanged a look with Booth and rolled his eyes before resuming his search of the riverfront.
“I thought vampires were stealthy,” Seeley asked.
“We are when we choose to be,” Spike spoke from his left when he should have been at his right.
Drusilla quietly moved up beside him, caressed her fingertips down his arm and slid her hand into his. “We can be as quiet as church mice.”
The whispered words sent a shiver of lust down Seeley’s spine, straight to his groin. He groaned.
“You two stop teasing Booth long enough to finish this job,” Angel said with an exasperated sigh.
“But it’s so much fun to get a reaction out of him,” Spike smirked with his tongue behind his teeth.
Drusilla wrapped her arms around Booth’s neck and kissed him lightly. He automatically wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.
“Dru, we shouldn’t be . . .” Booth started to say.
“Shh,” Drusilla said quietly and resumed her seduction.
Her hands slid down his chest and inside his jacket, placing her palms against his hard stomach. She could feel his body heat through his shirt. When she broke the kiss and looked down to see where his buttons were, he leaned closer to pepper kisses along her neck. She opened his jeans and slipped her hand inside. He groaned against her neck, sucking gently on the skin as she stroked him.
Angel growled softly when he felt the link open between him and Drusilla. He turned and saw Booth with his face buried in the curve of her neck. He was apparently sucking on her turning mark without realizing the effect. Angel walked back and grabbed Drusilla’s arm, spinning her out of Booth’s embrace with a squeak.
One second, Drusilla was there stroking him and the next, Seeley heard her whine as she was ripped away from him. He opened his eyes to find Angel looking at him with a grim expression.
“Fasten your jeans and let’s go,” Angel ordered in a soft voice. When Spike laughed at Seeley’s predicament, Angel tapped him on the back of the head. “Shut up, you’re the one that encouraged her. I swear if I could trust to leave you two alone for any length of time, I would have left you back at the apartment and Booth and I would have been done by now.”
While Booth stopped and put the flashlight in his mouth to fasten his pants, Angel waited with an annoyed expression, Drusilla pouted beside him and Spike’s eyes danced with amusement. Booth looked up and took the flashlight out of his mouth. Having three sets of eyes watching you put your clothes back in order was a little unsettling.
Spike leaned over and whispered in Drusilla’s ear, “You’re a wicked little girl, princess.”
Drusilla gave him a sidelong glance with a seductive smile. Booth saw the look and his cock strained against his jeans. It was probably one of the sexiest looks he’d seen. Being that it was Drusilla, why should that surprise him?
Booth shined the flashlight ahead of him. Something caught the light down near the riverbank.
“I think I found something. Take a look,” he said, gesturing with the flashlight.
Angel, Drusilla and Spike turned away from their bickering and followed the beam of light to a slumped figure on the riverbank. Angel took the lead, out of habit, moving closer to the hulking shape. The group circled around the object, inspecting it.
“So this is what a Warg Beast looks like?” Spike commented.
“Not too pretty, is it?” Booth asked.
“Doesn’t look like it moves very fast,” Spike said.
“Looks can be deceiving,” Angel replied.
Drusilla crouched down to get a closer look at its distorted face. She was met with a set of yellow eyes, “Oh, such pretty eyes.”
“Dru, what are you doing!” Seeley panicked.
Concentrating on the shape, they noticed the movement as it breathed. Spike slowly held out a hand to pull Drusilla away. The Warg must have taken offense and misread Spike’s movement as hostile. The next thing they knew, the Warg Beast rose up on its feet and growled menacingly at Drusilla and Spike.
“Uh, guys? I think now would be a good time to --” Seeley started to say.
“Run!” Spike yelled.
Spike grabbed Drusilla’s hand and dragged her along behind him as he ran down Washington Harbor. The Warg took off after them like a giant dog chasing a rabbit. Angel and Seeley watched the chase for a moment, too astonished at the speed of the beast to move. Drusilla’s shriek brought them out of their daze and they ran after the Warg.
“I think I can grab its tail,” Seeley yelled to Angel as he dropped his shotgun and ran for the beast.
“Don’t --” Angel started to say, but it was too late.
Booth reached out and leapt at the Warg, grabbing hold of its tail. Momentarily distracted, the Warg looked back at the agent and swished its tail angrily back and forth. Booth held on tighter. The Warg spun around in circles literally chasing its tail to get to the human. Angel was on the ground trying to divert the beast from killing Booth. The Warg turned on Angel with a growl.
After a few seconds of being thrown around like a rag doll on a roller coaster ride, the tail bucked Seeley off. Spike, Drusilla and Angel froze in their tracks and watched as Booth flew through the air, landing in the river with a loud splash. Then, the tail swished back inland and smacked Angel up against the wooden pier where he landed on the rough shore of the riverbank.
Drusilla sucked in a breath of apprehension as she watched while her daddies were tossed about the harbor. Her delicate brow furrowed in anger and she wrenched free of Spike’s hand. She picked up the hem of her skirt and stalked towards the beast.
“Drusilla, what are you doing? That thing will kill you!” Spike called out behind her.
“No one hurts my daddy, but me!” Drusilla said as she walked up to the beast. The Warg turned and snarled at her. Her delicate features shifted to her demon visage and she growled back.
Seeley struggled against the river’s current to stand up and rush up the bank, splashing the whole way. “No, Dru!”
Angel had gained his feet as well. “Get away from it Dru!”
Drusilla ignored them. “You hurt my daddy!”
With that, she hauled off and slugged it. The beast didn’t even flinch from the punch. Instead, he reached out and clawed her skirts, shredding them, then lowered its head and knocked her backwards. She flew back a few feet and landed on her back in a grassy area of the riverbank.
Spike shifted to his demon face and growled. He raised his weapon and rushed towards it at the same time Angel jumped on its back and tried to strangle it by squeezing his arms around its neck. The Warg bucked and swayed trying to throw Angel off its back. Seeley cringed when the beast let out a roar that shook the ground under his feet. He scanned the area for his weapon and saw it lying behind the beast. He knew that he could never get to it in time.
Seeing Drusilla trying to get to her feet, Booth ran towards her, narrowly avoiding the huge monster to help her. Booth glanced away from assisting Drusilla to see Angel fly several feet through the air and land in the water. Then, he saw Spike, his weapon in hand, shoot at the Warg.
Guns not being his favorite weapon of choice, Spike’s bullet missed its mark and hit the creature’s leg, giving it no more than a flesh wound. The shot was enough to attract the rampaging animal towards him, allowing Booth to reach his shotgun.
Seeley raised his weapon and aimed it at the beast. He sighted down the barrel as he waited for a clear shot. Spike dropped his gun and pulled his broadsword from the sheath at his hip. The Warg shifted and parried as Spike attacked it. Angel got to his feet and waded through the river to the bank, shaking the water out of his hair. Booth found a clear shot to its heart and pulled the trigger, but the beast moved swiftly and the bullet hit its shoulder.
The Warg howled in pain when the pellets struck him. Spike finally got a lucky hit and stabbed it in the lower chest. It reared up on its hind legs and looked down at the offensive weapon protruding from its chest. Spike had missed his heart by a few inches.
The beast started to thrash around, striking out at anything in its path. Drusilla finally had enough. She dusted herself off and took her small derringer out of her pocket.
“You bad creature, hurting my boys,” Drusilla yelled angrily. “I know how to kill you!”
She sighted down the barrel and shot the Warg in the eye. It let out a bone-chilling scream and fell over on its side in an earth-rumbling crash. The three men watched it fall then looked over at Drusilla in disbelief and rushed towards her.
“Dru! Are you okay? Where did you learn to shoot like that?” they volleyed questions at her.
She smiled enigmatically at them. “I just let the pixies guide me.”
The foursome cautiously walked towards the fallen beast as the body rose and fell with its last breath of life. Drusilla’s bullet must have pierced the brain through the eye socket. It was a lucky shot from Booth’s perspective. The rest of the body was a shell of thick, rough skin.
“So, what do we do with the carcass?” Booth asked. “It’s not like something this big can be overlooked by passersby.”
“Think we can butcher it?” Spike asked. When the others looked at him blankly, he replied, “Well, we could make some money off it.”
“Butchering it might work, and then throw the meat into the river,” Angel pondered out loud.
“Hey, don’t pollute our river,” Booth said with a scowl.
“We can burn it,” Drusilla suggested as she danced around. “It would make a lovely bonfire.”
“You can’t burn something like this in the city limits!” Booth said.
Angel looked at him. “Well, what do you suggest?”
“I don’t know! I’ve never been in a position to consider how to dispose of a demon carcass before,” Booth said agitated.
“We could bury it?” Spike suggested.
“And just where do you expect us to rent a backhoe at this time of night?” Angel asked.
“Okay, so what, we rent a skip and chop it up?” Spike inquired.
“It looks like that’s our only option. But then, you are pretty much on your own for filling the dumpster, Booth. Daylight’s coming soon,” Angel gave Seeley a slight smirk.
“Fine, now where do you suggest we get a chainsaw, Wal-Mart?” Booth said with an arched brow.
“I have axes in the trunk of the car,” Angel said simply.
Seeley looked at Angel. “You have axes in the car? How did you get them past airport security?”
“They tasted like daffodils,” Drusilla commented as she rubbed her tummy.
Seeley’s eyes widened. “You let her eat airport security!?”
Angel shrugged guiltily. “Well, not eat them per se, just drained them until they became unconscious.”
Retrieving a couple of axes, the foursome set about hacking the beast into smaller pieces. Seeley used his cell phone to call every waste service he could think of to schedule the use of a dumpster and a heavy duty forklift. He finally found one open closer to 4:30 a.m. That was around the time that Angel, Spike and Drusilla went back to the apartment before dawn.
At 6 a.m., the dumpster and forklift arrived. Before the delivery man could comment on the dead Warg, Seeley cut him off and told him not to even ask what it was. He disposed of the body parts and paid the delivery man for the service of the dumpster and forklift. He left the man to deal with both and caught a taxi home, since Angel took the car when he left with Spike and Drusilla.
Seeley trudged into his apartment at 8 a.m. He immediately went into the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. He had to be at work in an hour. What a way to spend the night? He searched for, located, destroyed and disposed of a demon whatever-it-was. But, where the vampires got to sleep when they came home, he had to turn around and go to his day job.
He quickly showered and dressed, sparing a glance at the bed where Spike, Drusilla and Angel were sleeping. He left the room as the thought of buying a bigger bed crossed his mind for the millionth time since the vampires arrived. Another thought crept in that he hoped Angel or Spike found that tracker on the demon, because he didn’t see it when he was tossing demon body parts into the dumpster.
One thing at a time, Seeley, he told himself, Go to work. Then, look into maybe ordering a bigger bed, and then worry about the dead demon’s puppet master.
Booth looked at his watch as he slipped it back on. A cup of coffee seemed to be out of the question. He sighed resignedly. He and Angel were about due for another heart-to-heart discussion concerning clashing human time zones and vampire time zones. However, that would have to wait until later. For now, he had to hurry to get to work. He walked out of his apartment, leaving the vampires to sleep.
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227, nero_nailpolish
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 2,505
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 8
Washington, D.C., Washington Harbor
“The scenic setting combines the social pleasures and style of Georgetown with the natural beauty of the Potomac riverfront. The wide promenade is enjoyed by office workers, shoppers, strollers and diners at several restaurants offering outdoor seating. This is the perfect place to stroll at midday, before a sunset dinner, or after dark when the terraces are lit up,” Spike read from the brochure he held.
“What are you reading?” Booth asked as he shined his flashlight ahead of him.
“This brochure I took from the tourism center down the street,” Spike said casually.
“You mean you broke in and stole it,” Angel said as he looked in the opposite direction of Seeley’s flashlight.
“No need for specifics is there?” Spike asked. “Besides, I’ve found it’s best to always know where you’re going and how to get there.”
“Never get lost in the dark,” Drusilla said.
Spike nodded in affirmation. “See, even Dru agrees with me.”
“Dru would agree with a potted plant if it spoke and told her the sky was orange,” Angel grumbled.
“But, Daddy, the sky is orange with fire!” Drusilla pouted.
“I rest my case,” Angel exchanged a look with Booth and rolled his eyes before resuming his search of the riverfront.
“I thought vampires were stealthy,” Seeley asked.
“We are when we choose to be,” Spike spoke from his left when he should have been at his right.
Drusilla quietly moved up beside him, caressed her fingertips down his arm and slid her hand into his. “We can be as quiet as church mice.”
The whispered words sent a shiver of lust down Seeley’s spine, straight to his groin. He groaned.
“You two stop teasing Booth long enough to finish this job,” Angel said with an exasperated sigh.
“But it’s so much fun to get a reaction out of him,” Spike smirked with his tongue behind his teeth.
Drusilla wrapped her arms around Booth’s neck and kissed him lightly. He automatically wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.
“Dru, we shouldn’t be . . .” Booth started to say.
“Shh,” Drusilla said quietly and resumed her seduction.
Her hands slid down his chest and inside his jacket, placing her palms against his hard stomach. She could feel his body heat through his shirt. When she broke the kiss and looked down to see where his buttons were, he leaned closer to pepper kisses along her neck. She opened his jeans and slipped her hand inside. He groaned against her neck, sucking gently on the skin as she stroked him.
Angel growled softly when he felt the link open between him and Drusilla. He turned and saw Booth with his face buried in the curve of her neck. He was apparently sucking on her turning mark without realizing the effect. Angel walked back and grabbed Drusilla’s arm, spinning her out of Booth’s embrace with a squeak.
One second, Drusilla was there stroking him and the next, Seeley heard her whine as she was ripped away from him. He opened his eyes to find Angel looking at him with a grim expression.
“Fasten your jeans and let’s go,” Angel ordered in a soft voice. When Spike laughed at Seeley’s predicament, Angel tapped him on the back of the head. “Shut up, you’re the one that encouraged her. I swear if I could trust to leave you two alone for any length of time, I would have left you back at the apartment and Booth and I would have been done by now.”
While Booth stopped and put the flashlight in his mouth to fasten his pants, Angel waited with an annoyed expression, Drusilla pouted beside him and Spike’s eyes danced with amusement. Booth looked up and took the flashlight out of his mouth. Having three sets of eyes watching you put your clothes back in order was a little unsettling.
Spike leaned over and whispered in Drusilla’s ear, “You’re a wicked little girl, princess.”
Drusilla gave him a sidelong glance with a seductive smile. Booth saw the look and his cock strained against his jeans. It was probably one of the sexiest looks he’d seen. Being that it was Drusilla, why should that surprise him?
Booth shined the flashlight ahead of him. Something caught the light down near the riverbank.
“I think I found something. Take a look,” he said, gesturing with the flashlight.
Angel, Drusilla and Spike turned away from their bickering and followed the beam of light to a slumped figure on the riverbank. Angel took the lead, out of habit, moving closer to the hulking shape. The group circled around the object, inspecting it.
“So this is what a Warg Beast looks like?” Spike commented.
“Not too pretty, is it?” Booth asked.
“Doesn’t look like it moves very fast,” Spike said.
“Looks can be deceiving,” Angel replied.
Drusilla crouched down to get a closer look at its distorted face. She was met with a set of yellow eyes, “Oh, such pretty eyes.”
“Dru, what are you doing!” Seeley panicked.
Concentrating on the shape, they noticed the movement as it breathed. Spike slowly held out a hand to pull Drusilla away. The Warg must have taken offense and misread Spike’s movement as hostile. The next thing they knew, the Warg Beast rose up on its feet and growled menacingly at Drusilla and Spike.
“Uh, guys? I think now would be a good time to --” Seeley started to say.
“Run!” Spike yelled.
Spike grabbed Drusilla’s hand and dragged her along behind him as he ran down Washington Harbor. The Warg took off after them like a giant dog chasing a rabbit. Angel and Seeley watched the chase for a moment, too astonished at the speed of the beast to move. Drusilla’s shriek brought them out of their daze and they ran after the Warg.
“I think I can grab its tail,” Seeley yelled to Angel as he dropped his shotgun and ran for the beast.
“Don’t --” Angel started to say, but it was too late.
Booth reached out and leapt at the Warg, grabbing hold of its tail. Momentarily distracted, the Warg looked back at the agent and swished its tail angrily back and forth. Booth held on tighter. The Warg spun around in circles literally chasing its tail to get to the human. Angel was on the ground trying to divert the beast from killing Booth. The Warg turned on Angel with a growl.
After a few seconds of being thrown around like a rag doll on a roller coaster ride, the tail bucked Seeley off. Spike, Drusilla and Angel froze in their tracks and watched as Booth flew through the air, landing in the river with a loud splash. Then, the tail swished back inland and smacked Angel up against the wooden pier where he landed on the rough shore of the riverbank.
Drusilla sucked in a breath of apprehension as she watched while her daddies were tossed about the harbor. Her delicate brow furrowed in anger and she wrenched free of Spike’s hand. She picked up the hem of her skirt and stalked towards the beast.
“Drusilla, what are you doing? That thing will kill you!” Spike called out behind her.
“No one hurts my daddy, but me!” Drusilla said as she walked up to the beast. The Warg turned and snarled at her. Her delicate features shifted to her demon visage and she growled back.
Seeley struggled against the river’s current to stand up and rush up the bank, splashing the whole way. “No, Dru!”
Angel had gained his feet as well. “Get away from it Dru!”
Drusilla ignored them. “You hurt my daddy!”
With that, she hauled off and slugged it. The beast didn’t even flinch from the punch. Instead, he reached out and clawed her skirts, shredding them, then lowered its head and knocked her backwards. She flew back a few feet and landed on her back in a grassy area of the riverbank.
Spike shifted to his demon face and growled. He raised his weapon and rushed towards it at the same time Angel jumped on its back and tried to strangle it by squeezing his arms around its neck. The Warg bucked and swayed trying to throw Angel off its back. Seeley cringed when the beast let out a roar that shook the ground under his feet. He scanned the area for his weapon and saw it lying behind the beast. He knew that he could never get to it in time.
Seeing Drusilla trying to get to her feet, Booth ran towards her, narrowly avoiding the huge monster to help her. Booth glanced away from assisting Drusilla to see Angel fly several feet through the air and land in the water. Then, he saw Spike, his weapon in hand, shoot at the Warg.
Guns not being his favorite weapon of choice, Spike’s bullet missed its mark and hit the creature’s leg, giving it no more than a flesh wound. The shot was enough to attract the rampaging animal towards him, allowing Booth to reach his shotgun.
Seeley raised his weapon and aimed it at the beast. He sighted down the barrel as he waited for a clear shot. Spike dropped his gun and pulled his broadsword from the sheath at his hip. The Warg shifted and parried as Spike attacked it. Angel got to his feet and waded through the river to the bank, shaking the water out of his hair. Booth found a clear shot to its heart and pulled the trigger, but the beast moved swiftly and the bullet hit its shoulder.
The Warg howled in pain when the pellets struck him. Spike finally got a lucky hit and stabbed it in the lower chest. It reared up on its hind legs and looked down at the offensive weapon protruding from its chest. Spike had missed his heart by a few inches.
The beast started to thrash around, striking out at anything in its path. Drusilla finally had enough. She dusted herself off and took her small derringer out of her pocket.
“You bad creature, hurting my boys,” Drusilla yelled angrily. “I know how to kill you!”
She sighted down the barrel and shot the Warg in the eye. It let out a bone-chilling scream and fell over on its side in an earth-rumbling crash. The three men watched it fall then looked over at Drusilla in disbelief and rushed towards her.
“Dru! Are you okay? Where did you learn to shoot like that?” they volleyed questions at her.
She smiled enigmatically at them. “I just let the pixies guide me.”
The foursome cautiously walked towards the fallen beast as the body rose and fell with its last breath of life. Drusilla’s bullet must have pierced the brain through the eye socket. It was a lucky shot from Booth’s perspective. The rest of the body was a shell of thick, rough skin.
“So, what do we do with the carcass?” Booth asked. “It’s not like something this big can be overlooked by passersby.”
“Think we can butcher it?” Spike asked. When the others looked at him blankly, he replied, “Well, we could make some money off it.”
“Butchering it might work, and then throw the meat into the river,” Angel pondered out loud.
“Hey, don’t pollute our river,” Booth said with a scowl.
“We can burn it,” Drusilla suggested as she danced around. “It would make a lovely bonfire.”
“You can’t burn something like this in the city limits!” Booth said.
Angel looked at him. “Well, what do you suggest?”
“I don’t know! I’ve never been in a position to consider how to dispose of a demon carcass before,” Booth said agitated.
“We could bury it?” Spike suggested.
“And just where do you expect us to rent a backhoe at this time of night?” Angel asked.
“Okay, so what, we rent a skip and chop it up?” Spike inquired.
“It looks like that’s our only option. But then, you are pretty much on your own for filling the dumpster, Booth. Daylight’s coming soon,” Angel gave Seeley a slight smirk.
“Fine, now where do you suggest we get a chainsaw, Wal-Mart?” Booth said with an arched brow.
“I have axes in the trunk of the car,” Angel said simply.
Seeley looked at Angel. “You have axes in the car? How did you get them past airport security?”
“They tasted like daffodils,” Drusilla commented as she rubbed her tummy.
Seeley’s eyes widened. “You let her eat airport security!?”
Angel shrugged guiltily. “Well, not eat them per se, just drained them until they became unconscious.”
Retrieving a couple of axes, the foursome set about hacking the beast into smaller pieces. Seeley used his cell phone to call every waste service he could think of to schedule the use of a dumpster and a heavy duty forklift. He finally found one open closer to 4:30 a.m. That was around the time that Angel, Spike and Drusilla went back to the apartment before dawn.
At 6 a.m., the dumpster and forklift arrived. Before the delivery man could comment on the dead Warg, Seeley cut him off and told him not to even ask what it was. He disposed of the body parts and paid the delivery man for the service of the dumpster and forklift. He left the man to deal with both and caught a taxi home, since Angel took the car when he left with Spike and Drusilla.
Seeley trudged into his apartment at 8 a.m. He immediately went into the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. He had to be at work in an hour. What a way to spend the night? He searched for, located, destroyed and disposed of a demon whatever-it-was. But, where the vampires got to sleep when they came home, he had to turn around and go to his day job.
He quickly showered and dressed, sparing a glance at the bed where Spike, Drusilla and Angel were sleeping. He left the room as the thought of buying a bigger bed crossed his mind for the millionth time since the vampires arrived. Another thought crept in that he hoped Angel or Spike found that tracker on the demon, because he didn’t see it when he was tossing demon body parts into the dumpster.
One thing at a time, Seeley, he told himself, Go to work. Then, look into maybe ordering a bigger bed, and then worry about the dead demon’s puppet master.
Booth looked at his watch as he slipped it back on. A cup of coffee seemed to be out of the question. He sighed resignedly. He and Angel were about due for another heart-to-heart discussion concerning clashing human time zones and vampire time zones. However, that would have to wait until later. For now, he had to hurry to get to work. He walked out of his apartment, leaving the vampires to sleep.