Tonight was complete. He happened to be on his way to see Clem, when he smelt the blood. He followed the scent to an abandoned alley. He found two bodies, both decapitated with one blow and disposed of. They looked human but when he examined the remains something wasn't quite right. Blood smelt like human but the texture was way off. Thats when he smelt Angel's scent. He really didn't enjoy seeing his gran-sire, he didn't trust Angel as far... well as far Zander could throw him. But if Angel is watching someone from a distance, and they smelt of blood. He best have his guard up.
He sauntered up to the door and gave a super natural pull. Easily the door gave in to his strength and the entrance was open to him.
Inside he was met with a low buzzing hum of the fluorescent lights. He cursed again. Damn lights, always played with his vision. He blinked.
"What are we doing? She's in the shower can't just walk in." Angel spoke in a hush tone, behind him.
Spike rolled his eye. Angel the hero, giving girls everywhere privacy even if they could be stone cold killers.
"Come on mate, you didn't want to see more?" Spike turned and raised his eyebrow in question. "Besides, she's a woman she'll be in there for awhile."
Spike turned again, following the aroma of blood to flat # 33.
"Don't break the door this time."
Angel stepped close to the door, and produced a lock picking kit from inside his jacket. Spike pursed his lips together and scanned the hallway while the old vampire worked on the door knob. Within a couple of moments the door released its hold, and the two slipped inside.
Spike blinked around the small living room. "Not much here, isn't the lavish lifestyle type eh?"
The small room contained a black futon, looking out of place in a livingroom, and should have been in a therapy session. It contained a small blue plush blanket that draped over the back of the uncomfortable sofa. Next to the sofa was a tiny black coffee table, that looked cheaply made and put together. On the small humble table sat the blades. Which Angel was already examining.
Spike raised his eyebrow and glanced behind him. In the corner of the room, next to the door stood a coat rack, He went over to it. She had one coat a black small leather jacket. He traced the zipper down. His mind wandered to Buffy. She would have worn something similar, His mind flash of images of her smile, her eyes locked on to his, her passion. He missed her and loved her so much his soul ached.
He shook the memories out of his head, and sighed,
His eyes drifted to the left, turned his head to the side. Something wasn't right. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips together. The door. What was it? He studied the metal door. There was nothing unusual about it, was just a door...
A door he and Angel had just walked though... without invitation.
*Click*
Spike cocked his head to the left. He knew that clicking noise. He stiffened, that was the noise of a gun being cocked.
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Armaita knew the instant they were in her apartment. Two demons, vampires to be exact. She could hear their steps on the title floor. No breathing, definitely vampire. She quickly left the shower, but left the water running as to not raise their suspicion. Grabbing her grey cotton towel from the door hanger. As she wrapped herself, she spotted her ankle holster with her Bersa .380. She thanked her lucky stars that she had forgot to take it off and took the piece in the bathroom with her.
She gathered the cold steel, and steadied herself. It wasn't a wooden stake but it would have to slow them down till she reached the kitchen, where she left her stake collection.
A breath, and out.
The door flew open without a sound. She came toe to toe to a brown hair, brown eye man, Standing approximately 6 feet. Black boots, black jeans, black snug fit tee, with a black leather jacket. His hair was fashionably spiked up, seemed like every hair on his head was in the exact place as it should be. He had a very handsome and attractive face, She knew this face, she was standing in front of the Angelous! Every muscle contracted ready for any sign of a fight from this demon. Her breathing steadied, as she held the gun professionally with both hands and locked on to the creatures heart.
But Angelous did something she hadn't anticipated he raised both hands in surrender. He looked surprised and shocked as his eye grazed over her towel covered body. He cocked his head slowly over his left shoulder and spoke to someone out of her view by the door.
"Girls always shower quickly, huh? Do they always go in the shower armed with a deadly weapon?"
Armaita looked to where he was speaking to. Her heart froze when she heard the low voice thick with accent, voice of Spike.
"No mate, not unless I go in with them." The voice sneered.
Angel rolled his eyes, but his arms remained raised.
Spike came into view of the tiny hallway. He stood little shorter then Angelous. He still had his signature slick back bleached blond hair. His big dark eyebrows raised at the sight of her, probably because she was in a towel. He pursed his lips together and then licked his lips. She immediately felt uncomfortable, he was looking at her like his next meal. She remained cold on the outside. But inside she was ablaze. This was William... William the Bloody. This was why she was sent here to Los Angeles, this man who now stared intensely at her biting his lip. He was her mission.
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Spike liked what he saw. First Angel with his hands raised in surrender. And second a dripping wet girl, who had her gun trained on Angel.
"Well go ahead love," he gestured to Angel, "shoot!"
He smiled when Angel coughed out a big "HEY!"
"Oh come on mate, it wont kill ya." Spike rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl. She stood about 5"5', he could see her athleticism in every inch of her body the towel wasn't covering. Her eyes gazed only once at him, deep blue eyes flashed a sudden and deep emotion inside him. He stared at her face. Her wet blond hair was stringy and stuck to her face. He watched her eyes, begging for her to look at his direction again. But she didn't
She let out a sigh and lowered her weapon. Her eyes stayed trained on Angels face. Spike rolled his eyes, typical. "Couldn't have let one little bullet go pet?" He mumbled under his breath.
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As if not hearing his little joke, she remained all business. "Tell me why I have Angelous, and William the bloody in my hallway?"
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