Chapter 7- Dodging Advances
“So, Giles, who was the girl who liked handcuffs?” Buffy asked the following day at school. He averted his eyes from hers quickly and took off his glasses, beginning to clean them with a handkerchief. “Oh, come on- I’m over your weird advances.”
“That was Ripper, not me,” he muttered, putting on his glasses once again but still avoiding her gaze.
“Were you really that much of a stud when you were my age?” she asked curiously, tilting her head. “Because I can’t picture you being rebellious. All I see is a lot of tweed.” He glared at her and sat down, rubbing his temples. “You alright?”
“I’ve got a bit of a hangover,” he said, sighing. “I believe I drank too much yesterday.”
“So did Mom,” Buffy replied, noticing the blush that began to spread across his cheeks. “Giles, I saw you and my mother doing some very disturbing things, all of which I will never forget, but I’m willing to overlook them because I know it was a spell that was causing you to act that way.” He gave her a grateful look. “Can you answer a question for me first?”
“And what would that be?” he asked, folding his hands on his lap.
“Did those pick-up lines work in the 1970s? Because I can’t imagine you getting any action with some of those phrases,” she said, giggling when he stood up quickly and walked into his office, slamming the door. “So no training today?”
“No,” he answered loudly. She stood up and walked out of the library, soon coming across Willow and Xander.
“Hey,” Xander said. “How’s Giles?”
“Back to his usual self,” Buffy said, shrugging. “I think he’s trying to forget everything that happened yesterday, but I don’t blame him.”
“I can’t imagine your mom sleeping with a guy like Giles,” Xander said, making a face.
“You’re not the one who saw it,” Buffy replied, wrinkling her nose. “Unfortunately, Spike and I both witnessed it.”
“That’s right- you played babysitter to our least favorite fang-boy,” Xander said, and Willow nudged him, shaking her head. “What? I don’t have to be nice about the guy, considering he’s not around to hear me.”
“He wasn’t that bad,” Willow replied. “If anything, he was a sweetheart.”
“Please never use the word ‘sweetheart’ to describe Spike again,” Xander said, frowning.
“She’s right- William was a pretty nice guy,” Buffy said, looking down, and Xander raised an eyebrow at her.
“He’s not a guy- he’s a member of the evil-undead population in Sunnydale,” he said. “Or have you forgotten that?”
“No, I haven’t,” she said, turning around and beginning to walk away. “And I won’t.”
“What was that all about?” Xander asked, looking at Willow.
“I don’t know,” she answered, watching her friend exit the high school. “She was acting weird yesterday, too, but I thought it was because of her mom and Giles.”
“She wouldn’t be dumb enough to consider befriending Spike, would she?” he asked, and Willow looked at him.
“I think all bets are off,” Willow said. “As long as Angel is around, Buffy will stay her distance, but if he ever leaves… I have no doubt in my mind that Spike will try to slip in and fill his grandsire’s spot.”
* * * * *
“Took you long enough,” Spike said as Angel walked into the crypt he was temporarily inhabiting later that night. “Would’ve thought you’d track me down last night after you saw me kiss your girl.”
“You knew I was there?” Angel asked, crossing his arms.
“Of course I did,” Spike answered, grinning. “Gave me an even better reason to do it.” Angel charged forward and pushing Spike up against a wall, his fists clenching the collar of the younger vampire’s shirt. “Lose your soul, Peaches?”
“If I did, you would already be dust,” Angel said, growling. “Why are you here?”
“Wanted to kill the Slayer,” Spike answered, tilting his head. “It’s what I do.”
“You left Drusilla to come here and attempt to kill Buffy again?” Angel asked, not believing him.
“Dru left me, you big ape,” Spike said, pushing Angel away and straightening out his shirt. “I had no reason to stay with her, so I came back to try and get some of my dignity back.”
“And how’s that working out for you, Spike?” Angel asked, scowling. “Failing miserably?”
“I got some of my rocks back after locking lips with your super-honey,” Spike answered, chuckling as he dodged a punch Angel aimed at him. “Why are you here, Dudley Darknight? Besides to annoy the hell out of me?”
“I have a proposition,” Angel said, and Spike raised an eyebrow. “We both know that having a relationship with a Slayer isn’t wise.”
“Especially one who could do a lot better than you,” Spike replied, smiling at Angel’s narrowed eyes. “Continue.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about leaving,” Angel said, and Spike raised an eyebrow, confused. “As long as I’m here, Buffy is going to want to try being together again, and deep down, I know that I can’t offer her everything she deserves.”
“And how do I relate to this decision of yours?” Spike asked.
“I know you, Spike, and I know that as long as she’s alive, you’re going to be gunning for her,” Angel said.
“In a manner of speaking,” Spike replied, shrugging. “I wouldn’t mind nailing her a few times before twisting her neck and sucking her dry.” Angel wrapped his hand around Spike’s neck and pushed him against the wall again.
“I’m going to make this simple, Willy,” Angel said in a low tone. “We both leave town, and if I ever find out that you return here, I’m hunting you down and staking you before you can blink.”
“Hold up there, old man,” Spike said. “You’re asking me to leave?”
“Yep,” Angel said, letting go of the blonde vampire. “We both leave and let Buffy try to live a normal life, one without things like us distracting her from the mission at hand.”
“Whoa, lunkhead, you’re confusing me even more,” Spike said, staring at Angel. “First of all, why wouldn’t you want to stay here and protect her?”
“I’m distracting her, Spike, and was before I went evil last year,” Angel said, looking away sadly.
“And why the hell should I leave? I have every right to be here,” Spike replied.
“Because I saw the way you looked at her last night and know you’ve got feelings for her,” Angel said, not surprised when Spike looked down, clenching his jaw. “I’m not as blind as you think, William. I know when you find women attractive, when you want more from them than blood. And if you stay here and try anything with her, I’ll take you off of this Earth once and for all, no second thoughts about it.”
“I think it’s for the girl to decide if she accepts my advances or not,” Spike said, smirking. “Because I know she felt something when I kissed her.” Before Angel could touch him, Spike punched him in the stomach, pleased when Angel clutched his stomach and groaned in agony. “The bint’s not yours, Angel.”
“She’ll never be yours, either,” Angel said, watching as Spike walked to the door of the crypt.
“Yes, she will,” Spike said, looking over his shoulder at Angel as he pulled the door open. “And I’ll have more of her than you ever did. You can count on that.” He quickly walked away, never noticing the look of anguish and pain cross over Angel’s face before he sank to the ground, thoughts of Buffy and Spike’s possible future filling his head and making him feel sick.
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