Lindsey´s Angels 10
January 27, 2005
Hyperion Hotel
5.15 pm
"Didn´t see much, my head was still hurting from the vision just before it. Anyway, this second vision of Spike means that the PTB are now officially shitting their knickers. We need to find him NOW!"
"But how...where the hell do we start looking?"
Once again, the library played host to a discussion about one of the still missing friends. Angel sat in his favoured wing back armchair, opposite the couch that held Wesley and Doyle. Riley, Graham and Joyce had squished up together on the last remaining couch that was situated between the armchair and first couch, opposite the doorway. This wasn´t the first time that Doyle had gotten two visions in one day, but it was certainly the first time he had received two featuring the bleached vampire.
"Joyce, are you able to do a location spell, you know, like the one we tried to do for Xander when he first went missing?"
"She´s nowhere near that stage yet...admittedly, she is getting quite good at spell–casting but to do that will take a lot more practice than what she´s had."
Nodding her agreement with Wesley, the older woman wriggled slightly, a little uncomfortable from being jammed between the two ex–soldiers. After the disaster with the fire spell, she had reluctantly resumed practice after Angel had surprisingly announced that he had found them an abandoned building to practice in until the repairs in the hotel were finished. The older vampire had been fairly pissed at the damage to the hotel, but understood that sometimes spells did go wrong, especially when you were learning. Upon being asked what had gone wrong, Wesley had been at a loss to explain but hadn´t let it deter the older woman from giving it another try.
It was true, the more spells she was able to perform correctly, the more her confidence was rising. So far, Joyce was doing fairly simple spells, mostly creating little gusts of wind and getting them to follow her directions, learning to turn light switches on and off with a simple command. Yesterday, Wesley had gotten her to levitate a plastic plate over and over until she had been able to get it to float for a whole five minutes. The abandoned abbatoir had echoed with their excited clapping and this morning, he had gotten her to do it with two heavy metal plates. Something that she had been able to do with ease.
"He´s right, I haven´t really done much, but maybe if we concentrated solely on the detection spell....maybe we could give it a go?"
Deep in thought, Wesley merely hmmmed at his apprentice, wondering if she would be able to pull it off with her lack of experience. He really didn´t see a problem as long as they practised the words and actions for a few days beforehand. She had the strength but still lacked the ability to concentrate on a spell for longer than five minutes at a time. Joyce was a natural at the art of magic, something that convinced Wesley that she had been an unidentified Slayer candidate herself. The spells that he was getting her to do were simple but they had an effect of draining the caster´s energy severely. Joyce, however, wasn´t in the least bit affected by it. The ex–Watcher could vividly remember sleeping for a whole day after levitating two solid metal plates as he had gotten Joyce to do that morning. Like he had been able to guess, the older woman had been barely drained by the after effects of the spell.
"Yes....but after a lot more practice Joyce, I´m not going to deny that I think you´re particularly talented, but you´re still learning...Remember, it took both Tara and Willow to do the spell. You still need to learn to concentrate more"
At the sound of Doyle´s mug smashing into the locked cabinet behind Angel´s chair, everyone stared open mouthed as the Irishman got to his feet, hands clenching almost convulsively as he radiated anger.
"This is FUCKED! The bloody spell should have been the first thing to teach Joyce, not some idiot lighting a candle thing...No offence, Joyce but making plates float in the air is just bullshit! What is it that you lot aren´t getting? The PTB are not giving me daily bloody visions of Spike because the scenery is pretty....there is something MAJORLY FUCKING WRONG and it´s centred around Spike."
"Doyle, we *know* that and I realise that the visions hurt but really, we are trying our best here an..."
"No you are fucking *not* trying your best Angel, I want Cordelia found but I have to just accept that Spike is meant to be found first and that hurts....it hurts a lot. Jesus...She could be duffed up to some one right as we speak, like Willow! Fucking practice, practice, practice...isn´t that what you always say Wes? Well, how about just stop giving your ´Master´ blowjobs and concentrating on finding Spike?"
Shocked silence descended upon the library as Wesley blushed and tried to think of an answer, horrified that everybody knew how he liked his sex. Angel continued to stare open mouthed at his friend as he rubbed the last of the tepid coffee that had splattered over him into his dark charcoal slacks, while Graham, Riley and Joyce tried to look anywhere but at Wesley and Angel, all quiet. It was Doyle who broke the heavy silence, his quiet voice heavy with weariness.
"I am *not* going to start having twice daily visions of Spike. You lot don´t have to see him each time...Wes, what do you need to do to make the spell successful, is there anyway that we can help you and Joyce with this?"
The sound of a throat being cleared came from both couches as Wesley tried to answer the half–demon with as much dignity as he could gather.
"Well...ummm. It *is* a hard spell, hard because it requires an enormous amount of concentration on the caster´s part. It´s also dangerous if done incorrectly. Done right, it will allow those present to see the subject clearly in a bowl of water via the caster holding a personal item of the subject´s as an anchor. If done right, and by a fairly strong person, you can move the scene that´s being viewed around a bit, like a video camera and would be able to get a better idea of where they are"
"And done incorrectly?"
"Yes...if done incorrectly then there´s a good chance that the caster´s mind will be linked to the water in the bowl until a counter spell is performed or it wears off...And before you ask, I don´t know of a counterspell. At the very worst, the caster´s mind will be linked until they die. Ahhh, if the water happened to be spilled, then so would that person´s mind....What I´m trying to say is, that if Joyce was unsuccessful, she would be a vegetable sitting in a seat and requiring 24 hour care while her conscious mind floated in a bowl"
Graham was horrified at the learning of the consequences of a spell gone wrong. Not caring that everybody would be able to see him, he slipped an arm around Joyce´s shoulders, trying to give her a little support. He knew that the older woman was strong and that she wouldn´t disappoint the troubled blond vampire. He wasn´t wrong either.
"I´m willing to take the risk. I´m sure that there horrible consequences for each of the spells that I´m already doing if they went wrong...oh Wesley, I *know* that look, just tell me....Remember, I´m a mother and I will get it out of you eventually, Doyle..Please sit down?"
Unable to hide a small smile at both Joyce and the sight of Doyle sitting down next to him again, Wesley leaned over and gave the half–demon a reassuring pat on the upper arm.
"Actually, the consequences are just as horrible but I didn´t tell you about them because the spells are just too easy for them to stuff up..Yes, I know...the fire. Anyway, that one really didn´t go wrong, the result was just a bit stronger than expected. *IF* it had gone wrong, Joyce would have more than likely sucked the flame into her body and died from being burnt from the inside out....or just had a bad case of heartburn. I´m really not sure but I do know that if the iron plates had gone wrong, they would be stuck to your body like a magnet until the spell wore off. What? Oh...would usually take few weeks until they just dropped off one day.....Anything else?"
With a nervous swallow, Joyce asked her tutor if she really wanted to know the consequences of getting the rose petal and lily shower wrong, at his suddenly serious face, Joyce quickly told him that she didn´t want to know anyway. Leaning back into the strong warm body of the ex–soldier beside her, the older woman decided that it was time to take the blossoming relationship to the next level. They had already gone to the movies three times, bowling once and to dinner twice, both enjoying the time together, and not just because it gave the vampire and his lover a chance to have sex without Joyce´s knowledge. She just wished the younger man wasn´t so shy, it was becoming hard not to just straddle his well muscled thighs and suck on his nipples until he moaned. Head shaken, she listened as Wesley told Doyle that they would attempt the spell at the end of the week, in three day´s time.
"Three days! Three more fucking days? Fine...."
"After we do the spell and it is successful, we rescue Spike and then we look for the others, Cordelia first, OK?"
"No...no it´s not ok. It´s gonna have to be Willow next, not Cordy...I´m so sure that it was Willow I saw, and if she´s got a baby then she comes next."
Wesley couldn´t even begin to imagine how hard it was for Doyle to see his fiancee slip into a lower place on the rescue list. Making a decision, he told everyone that he and Joyce would start learning the spell in the morning.
"Everyone is tired, take the time to relax and take some time for themselves alright?"
As everyone got up and stretched their stiff limbs, the group headed down the steps, towards the kitchen, each one except Doyle carrying an empty mug or cup. As they passed the front desk, the five men paused as Joyce ran to answer the ringing phone with the usual greeting, noting as her face took on a hard expression.
It could only mean one thing.
"Yes..yes, right. I have that....Fine"
Not bothering to say goodbye, Joyce slammed the phone back down into its cradle as she finished jotting down the address the teams ´employer´ had given her.
"What does that prick want now?"
"Ri...Don´t. Where to, Joyce?"
"Well. Your to go to No. 243 Houston Avenue, apartment No. 74. There you will retrieve a carved wooden statue of a wolf. It´s to be delivered to the Carlton Royal Hotel on Sutcliffe. Gift wrapped like usual, just buy one of the gift boxes that you usually use, Angel. Umm, it´s to be addressed to Andrew Mortimer, room 313."
"Who?"
"Andrew Mortimer...Wes, why are you asking, you know they are just fake names?"
"No....No, this one isn´t. You know the boys that we rescued from Eternal, well remember how they would only answer to their ´prostitute´ names for ages, Xander included? Well, Andrew was Robin´s name at Eternal and his surname is Mortimer. I only remember that because Rupert was telling me one day that Robin was still signing documents as Andrew Mortimer in the same week that Rupert died. He told me that because apparently Robin had the most beautiful antiquated style of writing, almost like copperplate that one of his favoured clients had taught him."
"Well then, I´m guessing that this might just not be a coincidence then?"
Angel, Wesley, the two ex–soldiers and the still blue Doyle, all nodded at Joyce as she spoke what was on everybody´s minds.
Same time,
Sanity.
Shivering in both excitement and fear, Scott rubbed the last of the thin lotion into his body. With particular attention paid to his long fingers, the tall brunette flinched as a roar echoed around the room next to him.
Randall was selling him.
He knew that the older man had been having financial difficulties with running Sanity. It was glaringly obvious. Things had gotten worse in the last month, so much so, that all the Keepers – bar two – had been let go. The bar staff had had their shifts cut down to the point that Scott and the other boys had been the ones cleaning the bar after it closed for business each night, in addition to helping Fletcher take care of their service rooms and sleeping cubicles. As Adam had screamed at them, Randall could no longer afford to keep them as just ´pampered pets´ and they would have to pull their weight if they didn´t want to end up as a round of demon snacks.
So, all ten boys had put in extra time on top of the already exhausting hours that Randall and Adam demanded of them. Each one had tried to prove to their bosses that they could do more things than just entertain demons in the off chance that they would somehow have a change of duties, Scott included.
Jerking again as another booming roar reached his ears, the nervous prostitute found himself giving Aiden and Ashley a brief smile as the identical twins were led past him, into the main bar and presented for auction. Heart starting to pound faster, Scott knew that he was next and he couldn´t decide whether he was frightened or excited. Everyone had known something was up as soon as Adam had announced that the bar was to be closed, only three days before. Suspicion as to what was going to happen had led to all of them being jumpy and unable to relax even from the almost unknown idea of having not to work. Adam had had to physically stop a few fights between the other boys before they had gotten out of hand. Scott, Christopher and their workmates from the Eternal had clung together, trying to stay out of harm´s way as the newer boys had let the tension get to them. The brunette couldn´t blame the new boys, he felt a bit sorry for them as they just weren´t as experienced as he and the others were.
Eyes closed for just a minute, Scott felt his stomach clench as a dry hand touched his bare upper arm. A deep breath and the brunette allowed a wide smile to cross his face, not even having to force himself to do it. Glancing down at his nude body, Scott checked that he was presentable and clean before following the Head Keeper down the hallway that led to the service rooms.
Just entering the main bar, the grinning male obediently cast his gaze around the crowded bar, desperate to make eye contact with one of his favourite clients in the hope of prompting them to buy him. Stepping up onto the raised box beside Randall, he ducked his head shyly, his thick dark hair falling across his brown eyes in a manner that elicited a smattering of applause through the warm room. As Randall ran a large hand across his chest, Scott twisted his upper body to display his liking for the caress, his smile stayed in place as the older man slowly reached down to cup Scott´s testicles.
Glancing over the crowd again as he felt the older man stroke him into an erection, Scott knew it was only a matter of minutes before Spike came into the bar to rescue him.
Spike would buy him.
The vampire had promised Scott that he would find him just before they had been dragged apart after the funeral.
Feeling the excitement well up inside of him at the prospect of seeing the bleached vampire again, Scott thrust eagerly into Randall´s hand as the bidding started.
January 30, 2005
Hyperion Hotel
10.56 am.
"Right then. All ready?"
With a firm nod, Joyce shook her hands in an effort to loosen them up. Catching Wesley´s eye, the older woman gave her tutor a small smile of confidence. Joyce knew that she could do this. She had practiced all day and night since the decision had been made to try the location spell on Spike. The only time she hadn´t been running over the words or actions had been when she had been occupied by sleep or eating...and consummating her relationship with Graham. Wesley had made it clear that she wasn´t to be needlessly taken from practice, even going so far as to practice abstinence along with Angel, thus ensuring that *nothing* had disturbed her concentration and valuable rest time.
A glance around the room as she went over the words and delicate actions once again in her mind, Joyce started her breathing exercises. Deep slow breathes and she sat cross–legged on the floor opposite an already sitting Wesley, a large child´s wading pool in between them, filled to the brim with water. The large size of the pool would allow them a good view of the kidnapped vampire and surroundings in case Joyce proved too inexperienced to pan the scene around. Graham and Riley were standing in between them on one side of the pool while Angel and Doyle stood opposite them on the other side, all men making sure that they were as quiet as possible.
Joyce worked on clearing her mind as she slowed her breathing even more. Blinking a few times, she allowed her eyes to close firmly. One, two, three breathes and she started the incantation while performing the intricate actions with one hand while she held the missing vampires t–shirt with the other.
"In trua mobutani."
"MAAith liniamu qyun t´rum...HUNIOmanui."
Gathering her next breath, the older woman clutched the bleached vampire´s black t–shirt tightly as she heard a bubbling sound coming from in front of her.
"Questrum MAAith wrethahn."
"Isht...ragmorum...Isht..Isht...ragmorum."
Heart beating fast, Joyce opened her green eyes and looked at the pool in front of her. The water was bubbling like it was in a saucepan on the stove, the only difference being the lack of any heat being thrown off. A movement from Wesley and she was reassured that she had done it right by the look of pride shining in his eyes. Looking at the bubbling water once again, the woman gave a small gasp as an image flickered over the water, staying for only a few seconds before disappearing. Suddenly, the large pool was inundated with images of Spike, each one only staying for a millisecond before another one from a totally different direction replaced it. Her eyes already hurting from trying to keep up with the rapidly changing pictures, Joyce wondered just what was happening and from glancing around at the others, she knew that she wasn´t the only one to be having that thought.
"Wesley...what´s going on? I thought that it was supposed to just stay with the one angle, not just flick all around the place?"
Shoulders shrugged in confusion, the ex–watcher indicated to his apprentice that he truly didn´t know what was going on. As he stared into the child´s pool, the sitting man slowly got to his knees and moved towards Joyce, all the while trying not to squint as the fast changing pictures threatened to give him a headache. As he came to sit beside the older woman, the images of the vampire started to slow down. Puzzled, Wesley was at a loss to explain what was happening, he had never come across something like this before.
"Maybe the spell needs to settle before it presents just a single image? Either that or you need more experience at concentrating so that it does just show one single image...I´m really not sure? You did do the words and actions perfectly...I couldn´t have done them better myself....JESUS F´ING CHRIST!"
As one, all people in the room leapt away from the kiddie pool as the water suddenly spewed upright into a tall funnel of still bubbling water, images of Spike still flickering through the cylinder.
"What? What´s happening, Angel..let go."
"Uhhh Wesley? *What* is happening now?"
"How the hell should *I* know Riley? I´m not a bloody expert on this stuff. Everyone, just keep clear...just Joyce and me near this thing for the moment...alright?"
Wesley was fascinated by the water funnel rising from the blow up pool, only barely registering the other four men obeying his order to keep clear, Riley and Graham moving around the pool to join Doyle in the corner in which Angel had bodily dragged him into. With a gesture, he motioned for a visibly nervous Joyce to stand next to him.
"I´m sorry Wesley, I think it´s stuffed up...can we try again?"
"What? Oh...lets just give it a few minutes...you know, see what happens, if anything changes...ok?"
Nodding her agreement, the woman switched the faintly smelly garment into her other hand as she watched Graham and Riley argue over how to describe what was happening to Doyle, who was looking increasingly annoyed by Angels refusal to let go of his upper arm. As the minutes ticked by, the gathered friends watched the water spout for any useful images of the bleached vampire. Arms crossed over his chest, his gaze firmly studying the unusual spell result in front of him, Wesley at first didn´t pay any attention to what the older woman was saying.
"What…sorry Joyce, what did you say?"
"Can you put this on the table?"
T–shirt held out to her tutor, Joyce smiled as Wesley reached out to take the dirty garment and put it on the table next to him, both uttering a small scream of fright as the water spout, without warning, shuddered and twisted. The black cloth held between them was forgotten in an instant as the tall shaft of water slowly unravelled into a wide bubbling wall, images still continuing to flicker across it.
"What the hell?"
"What is happening *now*?"
"I don´t know Doyle,...I truly do not know."
Taking a step forward, away from Joyce, Wesley slowly raised a hand to touch at the wall. As the t–shirt dropped from his hold, the ex–watcher swore as the wall crumbled back into the toddler play pool, all images disappearing. Disappointed, the man shrugged his shoulders again as everyone crowded him for answers as to what had happened.
"I don´t know ok? Joyce did the spell perfectly...nothing was wrong with the way she did it. The result was, as you all just saw, weird...I´ve never seen anything like that before, there was only supposed to be one image of Spike that we could concentrate on not all those other odd ones...did anyone get a good view?"
"I know, both you and Joyce did the actions the same."
"Oh my God! I know why it went wrong!"
Joyce felt faint, one hand over her mouth in shock as she registered what Riley had just said. As everyone stared at her, she hurriedly explained what she meant by the words.
"Wesley..you did the actions with me didn´t you? Yes...and you also did the same thing with the flame spell....I think we´re meant to work together on this. That´s why the flame went haywire, it was affected by *both* of us doing the actions....Wes, what would happen if you spoke the words as well, I mean, you know?"
Feeling himself pale at the numerous possibilities flowing through him, the ex–watcher held his hand up to indicate that he needed to think for a moment. Slowly, he ran through everything in his mind. It was true, he *had* done the actions in time to Joyce´s with the flame spell, the same as he had just done and the flame had gone strange. The new room was proof of that.
"I think your right Joyce...as I said before, the spell didn´t fail, it was just a hell of a lot stronger than it was supposed to have been. I´m not sure why this is happening but I think that *together* we may just double the strength of any normal spell."
With a groan, Wesley rubbed his temple as he felt a few more of Drusilla´s rambled words click into place. Both he and Joyce had totally forgotten about that in the all excitement of the fire, what Joyce hadn´t mentioned was that he had also spoken the words of the spell which meant his voice had totally overridden hers during the spell casting. Meaning, effectively Wesley had done the spell, not Joyce....sort of? At Angel´s quiet queries, the frustrated man gestured for his lover to shut up for a few more moments. Taking a deep breath, he informed his friends of what was going to happen next.
"Right. Joyce and I will *both* do the spell in a few minutes. I would rather experiment a bit more with this but like Francis is saying, we don´t have the time to fuck around. I mean really, I don´t know whether it´s because I´m speaking through Joyce, whether it´s Joyce´s actions as well as mine or the whole package? I´m inclined to think it´s the whole package though and as soon as we get this done, we test some theories."
The following day.
"How is he doing?" whispered Joyce to a concerned Graham. At his shrug and raised eyebrow, the older woman nodded her head. She was still coming to terms that they had the bleached vampire back. Settling her gaze back onto the sight in front of her, she wondered how long it was going to be before Spike was able to walk again.
"Angel...Angel, do you need anything?"
"Yeah, more blood. Lots more, human."
Watching Graham leave the training room, the trainee witch inched closer towards the two vampires before a warning growl stopped her. At Angel´s apology, she gave the brunette a hesitant smile knowing that the growl had been caused by one of the many instincts that the older vampire fought to control each day. Her weight shifted onto her left foot, the tired woman looked on as Angel hovered over his last remaining Childe. One that was in a horrific state.
"Angel, just leave Spike alone for the minute ok? I want you to do something for me...go downstairs and tell Riley that you won´t be coming after him again, can you do that?"
"What? Shit...yeah, suppose I´d better. Riley´s probably already broken out the iron knickers...I didn´t mean to growl at him but Spike...you know?"
"I know, we all know. He´s in the kitchen with Doyle...be nice!"
With that, the older woman moved from the doorway in order for the vampire to leave. Crossing over to the far side of the training room, Joyce felt her gorge rising as she got a closer look at the smaller vampire. Silently, she took in the numerous atrocities that had been inflicted onto the bleached male as she sank slowly into the chair beside the mattress the sleeping vampire was lying on. Feeling tears well up as she glanced over the pale form, she took in the missing foot, a thigh that was half a size smaller than that of the other, fingers on one hand that had re–grown to the second knuckle.
"You poor, poor man."
Unable to help herself, Joyce let her mind take her back to the previous day. The second attempt of the spell had been successful, the water from the wading pool instantly forming a large wall in front of the spell casters and onlookers. This time, only a single image of the vampire had been displayed much to everyone´s horror. Everyone had finally been able to see why the constant visions of Spike had upset Doyle so much.
The image had shown the bleached vampire strapped naked, in a spread–eagled position, to a large operating table. They hadn´t been able to see much of the room Spike had been in but that wasn´t what they had been staring at. It had been the missing body parts and numerous surgical clamps that had been imbedded in the slim body. What had made Joyce throw up was the way the vampires whole front had been cut from the base of his throat down to his groin, the skin peeled back and held into place with more clamps to expose his internal organs. Graham had rubbed her back through it all, murmuring comforting words while Angel had started to growl softly.
It was then that Spike had opened his eyes and looked towards them. Joyce had stood with stomach heaving, just staring at the blond vampire who was looking empty eyed straight back at them, not once blinking. It had been a soft word that had scared them all.
"Sire"
Spike had whispered as he had shifted his gaze to rest upon a snarling Angel. An uproar had been caused by that one word. Wesley had informed them all that it wasn´t possible for Spike to be able to see them, that the spell just didn´t work that way and that because both Joyce and himself had performed the spell, it must have evolved somehow. As the friends had argued between themselves, they had listened in horror as the bleached vampire had quietly begged for them to help him. Wesley had quickly come to the conclusion that the location spell had actually mutated into creating a portal that led directly to whoever they were intent on locating.
After only a few moments of discussion, Angel, Riley and Graham had steeled themselves to step through the wall of water, Wesley warning them to just get Spike out as they didn´t have time to dither around. It had been a stupid risk for the three men to take, no–one knew just how long the portal would be open for them. It could have closed off at anytime, stranding the three men with Spike. So, the vampire and two humans had jumped through the water, landing heavily on the concrete floor on the other side, the portal being a good four feet higher than the dirty ground on Spikes side.
Joyce and Wesley had stood watching them, urging them to hurry all the while, Spike´s black t–shirt had been clutched between them, Doyle had also hurried them along, not being able to see anything but nevertheless, adding his support. She had watched the three males struggle to release the vampire from the restraints only to finally carry the whole table and Spike through the portal, Riley getting back through first and pulling it backwards with Doyle´s help as Graham and Angel pushed it through.
As both Wesley and Joyce had come forward to help them carry the table, the ex–watcher had let go of the t–shirt, causing the water wall portal to gush back into the wading pool. Wesley had immediately collapsed into unconciousness, eliciting more snarling from Angel as Riley had attempted to move the older human. The ex–soldier had promptly left the room when the brunette vampire had gone into game face and taken a step towards him, leaving Graham and Joyce to deal with the situation.
Jerking back to reality as Spike whimpered in his sleep, Joyce watched worriedly as the vampire´s face scrunched in pain as he attempted to move one of his thin arms.
"Its time to roll you over, I´m sorry Spike. I know its going to hurt but we have to do it...I´ll wait for Angel to get back ok?" said Joyce softly. They had to roll the smaller vampire from side to side every four hours to let his front and back heal properly. He was suffering from pressure sores over his entire back, buttocks and upper thighs from having lay on them for so long. His four limbs stiff to move as they had remained in the one position for months, Dr Sawyer reccommending daily massage to loosen them up again. Spike had only been able to tell them that he had been strapped to the table since being taken before he had passed out with pain from being moved from the table to the mattress on the floor. His opened front had been the worst, Dr Sawyer had done a great job of doing the stitches holding him together as small as possible. Unnecessary really as Spike wouldn´t scar, all wounds and scars eventually disappearing. Jumping slightly as she realised that Angel was standing beside her, Joyce looked up at the taller man.
"Hey Angel, Riley ok? How´s Wesley...still out like a light?"
"Riley´s good..he..he understands why I snarled at him. Said he forgives me for you know..before. Wes is still sleeping, not too worried about it though, he will probably sleep for another day...be really tired for a couple of more after that. Usually goes like that after a big spell, why you aren´t sleeping is another question entirely?"
As the two friends looked at the small figure in the bed, the brunette vampires watch beeped, signalling that it was time to turn the bleached blond. As one, Joyce and Angel ignored the small groans of pain as they tried to shift Spike as gently as possible. Once it had been achieved, Angel gestured for the human to follow him to the training room doorway. Quietly, the older vampire informed Joyce of what he was going to do once Graham got back with the human blood.
"I´m going to give Spike as much of my blood as I can handle. It´ll speed up the healing process for him. He´s already pretty strong because of the human blood that he was being drip fed but Sire blood is the strongest healer around for vampires."
"God Angel, are you sure? Isn´t the human blood for Spike or is that for you?"
"For me. I´m going to drink the human stuff myself..I know, I don´t ever touch it but in light of the situation, this is the best excuse I´ll ever have for drinking it again."
At Joyce´s smile, Angel hoped that he was doing the right thing. He was going to take the opportunity to completely drain Spike to point of almost dusting him then re–feeding him with as much Sire blood as Spike could take, all the while re–enforcing the Twilight Instructions. Giving the shorter woman an answering smile, he suddenly hugged Joyce.
"Angel! Are you alright?"
"Yeah Joyce, I am. Spike is back....I still don´t like him and as soon as he opens his mouth again, we´ll all be wishing he had his jaw wired shut but it´s good, he´s back. It´s a good sign."
"Yes, it is isn´t it? First we get everyone else back and then we find out who did this. I want them to suffer for what they have put us all through, I hate them for this Angel. I mean, look at Spike, I know he´s evil but nothing and no–one should ever suffer what he´s been put through but he´s back and that *is* a good sign"
"Nothing and no–one. They won´t get away from answering for this, we *will* bring them down....if it´s the last thing I do."
"Last thing that anyone of us does."
