Got Away - Chapter 10, Spike/Lilah
I know it's been forever so if you need a refresher, please check out Chapters 1-9
Unbeta'd (well, beta'd by me, but that's only so good, ya know?) so let me know if I made a big goof or something.
Comments are seriously welcome!
A quickie. I hope you like.
Got Away
by FemailoftheSpecies aka cafedemonde
Spike/Lilah
R-ish
Summary: If it isn't the one that got away. Or is it?
Previous Parts
Chapter 10
Lilah spends four days healing. In all that time, there is no sign of Drusilla.
Spike keeps eyeing her like it’s her fault and it takes every ounce of submissiveness she can muster to refrain from making her usual smart-ass comments. Normally, nothing can deter her from speaking her mind, but she has quite a liking for her skin, very attached to it even, and quiet as it is kept, William the Bloody hasn’t lost his touch.
As she paces the room for the umpteenth time, she takes the opportunity to study him unnoticed. Outwardly, he seems the same, an arrogant indifference and she is beginning to see it for what it is: a mask. This time he’s hiding worry, a concern so deep it has the evil inside him burning for destruction while he sits impassively watching some odd soap opera.
And fury. He is the living, or not, embodiment of contained rage. And that is why Lilah keeps her mouth shut.
But she still thinks that it’s time to move on. Drusilla’s a big girl. Lilah’s a bored one.
Bored doesn’t mean stupid though and she’s working out how to carefully approach the delicate subject of leaving when there’s a knock on the door.
Spike glances at her. She glances at him. He lifts an eyebrow. Lilah sighs and stomps to the door.
“Who’s there?” she asks.
On the other side is a muffled response, but she can hear it just fine.
“Is the a…um, this is gonna sound stupid…” he trails off and Lilah snatches the door open impatiently. “Oh, hey.” The guy shifts modes easily upon seeing a pretty woman. “I… Look, this chick asked me to come here and give a message to her...Black Knight. But you aint black or a guy so…” he starts to turn away and is halted by Lilah’s hand on his arm.
“Wait. Was she dark haired, thin kinda…” By now Spike, who’s heard everything, is up and right behind Lilah.
“Crazy?” the man finishes. “Yeah. But she paid me $100 bucks and I had to come this way anyway so.” He flashes five twenties from a Monopoly game and Lilah smiles over her shoulder at the other vampire.
Spike steps around her. “What’s the message?”
“Okay, I’m just gonna repeat this verbatim.” He takes a deep breath like he auditioning for some part and Spike has got to wonder what game Dru had been playing when she thralled him. “The earth has teeth. Mean and wicked, like me…or her I guess. Oh yeah…Daddy’s playing with the devil.”
The messenger has stopped, gazing from Lilah to Spike expectantly. He would like an interpretation on the apparent gibberish he just passed, but the recipients don’t look much like sharing. “I should get going,” he says and turns to walk away. Lilah’s hand stops him again as she grins at Spike.
“Hungry?”
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Unbeta'd (well, beta'd by me, but that's only so good, ya know?) so let me know if I made a big goof or something.
Comments are seriously welcome!
A quickie. I hope you like.
Got Away
by FemailoftheSpecies aka cafedemonde
Spike/Lilah
R-ish
Summary: If it isn't the one that got away. Or is it?
Previous Parts
Chapter 10
Lilah spends four days healing. In all that time, there is no sign of Drusilla.
Spike keeps eyeing her like it’s her fault and it takes every ounce of submissiveness she can muster to refrain from making her usual smart-ass comments. Normally, nothing can deter her from speaking her mind, but she has quite a liking for her skin, very attached to it even, and quiet as it is kept, William the Bloody hasn’t lost his touch.
As she paces the room for the umpteenth time, she takes the opportunity to study him unnoticed. Outwardly, he seems the same, an arrogant indifference and she is beginning to see it for what it is: a mask. This time he’s hiding worry, a concern so deep it has the evil inside him burning for destruction while he sits impassively watching some odd soap opera.
And fury. He is the living, or not, embodiment of contained rage. And that is why Lilah keeps her mouth shut.
But she still thinks that it’s time to move on. Drusilla’s a big girl. Lilah’s a bored one.
Bored doesn’t mean stupid though and she’s working out how to carefully approach the delicate subject of leaving when there’s a knock on the door.
Spike glances at her. She glances at him. He lifts an eyebrow. Lilah sighs and stomps to the door.
“Who’s there?” she asks.
On the other side is a muffled response, but she can hear it just fine.
“Is the a…um, this is gonna sound stupid…” he trails off and Lilah snatches the door open impatiently. “Oh, hey.” The guy shifts modes easily upon seeing a pretty woman. “I… Look, this chick asked me to come here and give a message to her...Black Knight. But you aint black or a guy so…” he starts to turn away and is halted by Lilah’s hand on his arm.
“Wait. Was she dark haired, thin kinda…” By now Spike, who’s heard everything, is up and right behind Lilah.
“Crazy?” the man finishes. “Yeah. But she paid me $100 bucks and I had to come this way anyway so.” He flashes five twenties from a Monopoly game and Lilah smiles over her shoulder at the other vampire.
Spike steps around her. “What’s the message?”
“Okay, I’m just gonna repeat this verbatim.” He takes a deep breath like he auditioning for some part and Spike has got to wonder what game Dru had been playing when she thralled him. “The earth has teeth. Mean and wicked, like me…or her I guess. Oh yeah…Daddy’s playing with the devil.”
The messenger has stopped, gazing from Lilah to Spike expectantly. He would like an interpretation on the apparent gibberish he just passed, but the recipients don’t look much like sharing. “I should get going,” he says and turns to walk away. Lilah’s hand stops him again as she grins at Spike.
“Hungry?”
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