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PART 9/?
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"Spike?" Ignoring the rest of the small gathering Angel's eyes bored into his childe's blazing blue orbs.
"Cut the crap, hairball." The just addressed thundered, flashing his sire a mouthful of fangs. "Nibblet!" Spotting the pretty teen next to Captain America and companion he quickly grabbed her by the wrist and non too gently pulled her away from the men in the relative safety of his arms. "How did we get to LA?" He hollered. "And why is he here?" H e growled at Riley vividly recalling the plastic stake. "And you..." Dragging a struggling Dawn along with him Spike purposefully marched towards a somewhat irked lawyer. "...I don't know you, you little shit...," Spike playfully nudged the other man in the shin.
"What the fuck???" Immediately his hand flew to his head.
"It's the chip..." Angel tried to explain, but was cut off by a furious snarl.
"You bastard, what the fuck have you done to me?" Spike was just about to jump his high and mighty bastard of a sire, when he caught a wave of protectiveness directed at the irritating mortal closest to Angel. "And you." He let go of Dawn and tackled the unprepared lawyer. "How come, she's all over you?"
Not waiting for them to explain, Spike quickly punched the other man in the face.
"Ooooouuuuuuu...."
"Get off of me, you damned idiot!"
A long agonized whine, followed by a stream of very unrefined curses announced the ending of the fight.
"Spike?" Dawn was the first to make a move at the whining vampire, curled up in a shivering ball, blood dribbling from his mouth and ears. "You're okay, Spike?"
Even Lindsey, seething as he was, turned to look at his injured opponent. He had no idea what had been happening here, but he thanked his lucky star, that he'd been let off the hook with nothing but a serious case of hurt pride and a split lip.
"Buffy?" Teary blue eyes peered up at Lindsey, while at the same time four set of eyes bored into his sire.
"What?" Angel snapped, sounding really, really tired. "It's your scent, I've been wondering about it myself..." The older vampire carefully inched up on his hurting childe. "Come here, William m' boy, sire's here. Sire's gonna make it alright." He gathered the shaking ball in his arms and carried him to the queen-sized bed.
"I'm gonna get his blanket."
"And I shall get a washrag and a fresh shirt."
"Well, guess that leaves me to get the First Aid kit?"
As quickly as they'd all barged into the room the rats were now scurrying
off of the sinking galore, leaving a sniffling William and a seriously upset
Angel and Lindsey behind.
more to come