No, I'm not a nice idea you warm up to...[twisting_fate]
Well, well. Now if that isn’t interesting.
Turns out that Spike is alive, well as alive as a ghost formed vampire can be. But that just helps things now doesn’t it.
I’m sure good old Lindsey could use that to his - well our - advantage. What better then to get Lindsey McDonald and Angel’s big pain in the ass - Spike - together to both be pains in his ass.
Makes my life just that better. He’d be such a nuisance that Angel wouldn’t notice as the firm was pulled gently out from underneath his feet.
Then again he’s been so busy with his little Buffy bitch that’s showed up that he hasn’t really noticed much of anything in all honesty. But that’s all the better for me, the more him and the rest of the ‘team’ are busy the easier it is on me and my plans.
Speaking of my plans where in hell’s name is that brad? I haven’t heard from his demon behind in over a week, I don’t like that. He better have what I want to hear, I’m itching to know about that whore that Lindsey’s shacked up with and tried to have a normal life.
Normal is a state of mind, one that Lindsey doesn’t have. Not as long as I’m around to make sure he’s miserable. I want things done and I want them done my way, fast. Or else.
He already knows what that ‘or else’ is, his precious pregnant wife will keep having these visions and nightmares till there’s nothing left of that pretty little brain of hers.
But he doesn’t know that…he doesn’t know that those nightmares and visions she has are going to effect her.
Love to be a fly on the wall when he finds out…on second thought maybe not. I still have that mark on my neck from the diner. Poor deluded man.
I smirked and picked up the phone, dialing Lindsey’s hotel room and knowing he’d be there. “Hello Lindsey, so nice of you to answer the phone…I have some news.”
[Open to Lindsey…obviously]
Turns out that Spike is alive, well as alive as a ghost formed vampire can be. But that just helps things now doesn’t it.
I’m sure good old Lindsey could use that to his - well our - advantage. What better then to get Lindsey McDonald and Angel’s big pain in the ass - Spike - together to both be pains in his ass.
Makes my life just that better. He’d be such a nuisance that Angel wouldn’t notice as the firm was pulled gently out from underneath his feet.
Then again he’s been so busy with his little Buffy bitch that’s showed up that he hasn’t really noticed much of anything in all honesty. But that’s all the better for me, the more him and the rest of the ‘team’ are busy the easier it is on me and my plans.
Speaking of my plans where in hell’s name is that brad? I haven’t heard from his demon behind in over a week, I don’t like that. He better have what I want to hear, I’m itching to know about that whore that Lindsey’s shacked up with and tried to have a normal life.
Normal is a state of mind, one that Lindsey doesn’t have. Not as long as I’m around to make sure he’s miserable. I want things done and I want them done my way, fast. Or else.
He already knows what that ‘or else’ is, his precious pregnant wife will keep having these visions and nightmares till there’s nothing left of that pretty little brain of hers.
But he doesn’t know that…he doesn’t know that those nightmares and visions she has are going to effect her.
Love to be a fly on the wall when he finds out…on second thought maybe not. I still have that mark on my neck from the diner. Poor deluded man.
I smirked and picked up the phone, dialing Lindsey’s hotel room and knowing he’d be there. “Hello Lindsey, so nice of you to answer the phone…I have some news.”
[Open to Lindsey…obviously]