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[got_the_spark]

Bloody ‘ell just what I needed. Well, more of what I needed. I go though hell and back again to get the spark for her but still it wasn’t enough. Well, not until the final moment then it was and then she loved me. Doubt she even loved me then, I know she was just saying it out of pity for me. Come on now I was ‘bout to die a champion fighting the

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[_fool_for_love]

You can always tell when in a fight what someone has up in them. This one had a lot held up in him, not too sure what it all was but chances are it had to do ‘bout his father and all that went down. He had to realize not to live in the past anymore and to move on, the whole bloody world was revolving right before his very eyes. Besides we all make mistakes guess that’s part of being in this world, hell I’ve made so many that I can’t even keep track of them.

We danced back and forth for awhile. Throwing in a punch here and there all ended up about the same. Each of us at the same level, although he was running out of breathe which was only so much to expect from a human. That was one advantage about being of the undead, didn’t have to worry about that whole breathing thing.

He was starting to get good, managed to knock me off my feet once more and then before I could even get up he got me in the stomach and before I could do anything delivered a swift blow to the face. Didn’t hurt much, which wouldn’t really matter if it did, I could take the pain that wasn’t the point.

“Getting good Wesley” I mumble as I finally spring up. Bloody fool, it was time to go at him with all I had. Well, not all I had because then I would actually hurt the guy. “Let’s see how much longer you can keep this dance up” I smirk and come at him. A few punches are thrown here and there most are missed between the two of us until I finally get one into him. Which of cross throws him off for a minute which allows me to use his little leg swiping trick and knock him to the ground like he did me.

I quickly got on top of him and held him down to the ground. “How do you like it now” I said glancing into those blue eyes of his. Just glancing into those eyes told me so much, told me of the guilt he had pent up inside, all the sorrow and anger he felt. I’ve seen that look before, seen it in Angel’s eyes and wouldn’t be surprised if the same look was in my eyes after I got that soul of mine.

[watcher_pryce]

Can I just say how completely unfair it is that they don't need to breath? Just as it rather unfair that they seem to heal within a day. And with they I am talking about those sodding vampires. Spike and Angel both. They may not like each other much, but when it comes down to *that* they're alike. Which of course had to do with the whole vampire thing.

Other then that, they're as alike as night and day. Angel, by now had been in deep apology and asking me if I were alright. After every blow he thought might have hurt. Of course it hurt. That was the whole *point* of this little sparring session. Angel didn't understand that, nor Fred. Gunn might've. But Spike? I think he understood. They don't give him the credit he deserves, which enables him to sneak around here and know exactly what's going on.

I flashed him a wry smile when he said I was getting good. That may be, but he was holding back. I knew he was. I'd seen him fight, I knew what he was capable off. We both circled and danced around each other. Both getting in a few blows, but missing more. It angered me that he was holding back. I don't know why really, I should be used to it by now. Let's not hurt the poor little Watcher. Odd how father never seemed to think that.

Then he gets in a blow, which throws me off for a moment there. The next thing I know the world is tilting sideway and I land hard on my back. The air is pushed out of my lungs with a loud woesh and whatever remained is pushed out when Spike pins me down. Angrily, I look up at him, eyes probably blazing with fire. Gritting my teeth, I narrow my eyes at him.

"Very nice," I say rather breathless. Locking my eyes with him, I wait until he loosens his grip somewhat and then use my legs. Bringing them up fast, I wrap them around his neck and pull him off with what ever strength I've left. Which, granted, is still something. At this point. Scrambling up, he is a vampire after all and much faster then myself, I get into a defensive posture. "How do *you* like now?"

Panting hard, I take a step back and narrow my eyes again. "You're holding back," I accuse. I don't want him to hold back. I need this. Need to feel something besides guilt. Need to know that I'm actually capable of feeling something other then guilt. Always the guilt.

[_fool_for_love]

He didn’t look all to well being pinned down, I could see that anger flash in his eyes, have to admit I liked that. I liked the way they looked when they got all flushed up inside and began to let it take control. I continued to have my hold on him but if I would continue for too long it would get rather boring so I loosened up my hold a bit, although not too much, want to see how strong and tough he really is.

Next thing I know I feel his legs wrapping around me and pushing me off of him. He’s now standing, surprised he had that much in him but I could tell it ran further then what was on the surface, he had a lot in him.

I quickly stood up to face him as he threw the same line I just used on him at me. I started to laugh a bit, had the habit to do that while fighting. “Wesley you really are something else, Angel ever see this side of you? You always seemed to stuffy and book bent for my liking.” Although I had seen him in a bit of action before, but the normal kind you would be in working at a place like this and dealing with demons, but now I was seeing a different kind of fighting from him.

“Yea, I’m holding back alright. Don’t know if you ready to take it all” I looked him down “Although something tells me you want to take it all, you feel like you need to be punished”

Before he could say or do anything I came charging at him again. I got him up against the wall, with a bit of a struggle mind you, looking him in the eyes “You asked for it.” I shrugged and delivered a swift blow to the face.

“That one had to hurt” I said taking a few steps back. “Still want it Wesley? Cause you know I could go all night, you on the other hand.” I eyed him down.

[watcher_pryce]

I frowned at him confused for a moment when he asked if Angel had 'seen this side of me'. What side? Of course Angel had seen all sides of me, how could he not after we'd worked together for so long. I don't remember if he ever saw me this angry though. I doubt he'd understand. He, of all people, wants to 'talk about it'. As though he goes around sharing things. Git. "You always seemed like a git to me," I sneered at him. Which, well he was, from time to time.

I kept circling him, keeping out of his way while he kept up the banter. Still don't know what that is about. Gunn has a habit of doing that. Angel and Cordelia as well. Hell, even the two Slayers in Sunndale did it. I don't get it, seems like a waste of breath. Then again, vampire's don't need breath and Slayers don't seem to run out so easily.

Then Spike made a remark about being punished, which cut deep. I had been denying that, but he seemed to look right through me. I was about to answers him, but before I knew it, he had me pinned to the wall. Struggling didn't seem to help much, since he was using his vampire strength. I heard the blow before I could feel it. My lip split open and I taste blood. It tasted good, right.

Leaning my hands on my knees, I reached up to touch it, wiping the blood through fingers. I panted hard and looked up at him with a feral grin. He could go on all night? Good, because I was going to give him as good as I got. This was what I wanted, what I'd been looking for. What no one else wanted to give me. All they wanted was...talk. I let out a bitter laugh, and then rushed at him, my head connecting with his stomach hard, followed by a blow to his head. I staggered away from him, ready for the next attack.

"Come on," I growled, holding up both hands to wave him over.

[_fool_for_love]

The bloody sod called me a bleedin’ git, he wasn’t getting away with that one. Who the hell did he think he was anyways, and to think he thinks he can beat me right now. Can’t wait till he’s down and done, that’ll show him not to challenge me. Ok, so maybe I challenged him, but I only challenged him to a little game of fun so to speak not actually beat each other to a bleedin’ pulp. Not that I didn’t mind doing something like that but I didn’t actually have anything against the guy, but there he is. He just keeps on begging for me and telling me not to hold back.

I could smell the blood as I looked in his eyes. Even with this whole soul thing I still had that desire for blood. I could easily pin him down if I wanted to and suck him dry, which of course I didn’t want to do, not anymore at least. Sure the old me would’ve but not the new me.

He threw me off guard as she rushed toward me slamming his head into my stomach. That had to hurt him almost as much, but instead of just leaving it at that he delivered a blow to the face. I was sent back a few inches, he knocked me just in the right spot to make my head spin for awhile. And there he was wanting me to continue.

“You really are something”

I grin and change at him. He was starting to get tired I could feel it in his body as his arm went up to block me. Of course he wasn’t the type to admit to it or give up, nope he would keep on going all night if he had to. Which of course wasn’t bad considering I wouldn’t mind going all night myself. I hadn’t had a good fight in some time, usually just some bloody fledglings or some pathetic demon but nothing that was worth my wild.

I finally managed to get my arm around his neck locking him between my arm and chest. “Come on…let’s see you get out of this one” I started to tighten my grip until I could feel him choking a bit. I did that for a few seconds before I released him and watched as he fell to the ground.

“Still want to dance?” I said kneeling down beside him.

[watcher_pryce]

Heh, I guess he doesn't like to be called names. I could feel my muscles screaming by now, but that didn't stop me from attacking again, and using his momentary distraction to get a score in for myself. I grinned down at him, wiping some blood of my mouth. I got him good, and being smug about it was my mistake.

The next thing I knew, he was on me. I threw up my arm to try and block him, managing that several times in fact. I as going to go on until either he admitted defeat, or I'd be unconscious on the floor. Either way sounded fine to me. But then he got in a good aim and I could feel his arm wrapping around my neck. I struggle against him but his grip was of course far to strong for me to dislodge. I could feel my airsupply being cut off and stars were starting to swim before my eyes.

"Don't be foolish boy. Just do as I say."

"You think I'm gonna forgive you?!"

"I'm not afraid to kill you to get what I want."

"You're a dead man, Pryce!"

"You raised me Father. I'm well aware of what you're capable."

"Do you hear me? Dead!"

I slid to the floor, images that made no sense mixing with the one that made more the enough sense. Though I could no longer feel Spike's arm around my neck, I had trouble breathing. Each lung full of air was a struggle. I could smell the gunpowder in the air from the gun I used to shoot my father. And I could see something white flashing by, cutting of my oxygen. Both my fathers and Angel's voice ringing in my ears. Though, the latter made no sense.

Opening my eyes, I looked over at the figure next to my. My eyes went wide, and I flinched away automatically. Still gasping for air, my hand clutching my throat, I frowned at whomever was there. Angel? Dead man, Pryce!"

Then the figure came into focus. Instead of a dark, brooding figure. These was a much smaller, rather smug looking figure with bleached blond hair. "Spike?" Good lord, I felt as though I went several rounds with rhinoceros.

[_fool_for_love]

Didn’t think I got him that bad, but he was out for awhile. Poor bugger. As he came to it he was gasping for breath again, even holding onto that neck of his. He looked scared and not from what happened right then and there with us. It was like he drifted off someplace else and it seemed to really get to him. Of course as a natural response he attempted to move away from me a bit. I bent down beside him as he looked at me and said my name in a questioning voice, almost as if he was expecting someone else to be here.

“Yea, its me. Who else would it be.” I sighed as I continued to glance down at him. “What happened to you? ‘sides from the obvious of me winning our little dance.” I gave him a smile as I said the last part. To tell the truth I was starting to get a bit worried for the guy. He seemed to be dealing with a lot lately and of course Angel was too blind to notice a damn thing. Shows how much he really cared ‘bout his own people.

“You ok there?” I cocked my head to the side. “Didn’t mean to take you out like that.” Which I really didn’t. Sure I meant to get him down so I could win this little dance we were doing but didn’t mean to take him out like that.

[watcher_pryce]

Well, that was...strange. I have no idea where all that came from. It was almost like a dream, but more real. But it couldn't be real could it? I mean, I've never heard Angel say he wanted me dead. Or yell at me with such anger that he wanted to kill me. My father yes, Angel no. Hell, the memory of my father telling me he'd kill me was still fresh in my mind. Would probably never go away, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it hadn't been him. Because I knew, *knew*, how my father thought.

I just didn't understand the...the Angel thing. It felt like a memory as well. But it couldn't be.

Confused, I glanced up at Spike again. I was still lying on the floor, and the moment I realized that, I also realized that I'd not tangled a few rounds with a rhinoceros, but with Spike. What was worse, I'm not sure. But I did ask for it, that much was certain. I wanted it, needed it. And now it hurt. In several places. Good, at least it gave me something else to focus on for now.

"You didn't," I assured him, not yet willing to move. I was fine where I was for the moment. I'd probably have to take a shower, once I managed to get up, but that might take a while. "I'm fine," I lied. I wasn't fine. I hadn't been fine in weeks. And why did I have a sense of deja-vu when I thought about the fact that the rest didn't seem to notice that. Or didn't want to notice that. Except Spike, or so it seemed. As for what happened to me? I've no idea, nor do I have any idea of where to even begin.

"That was very strange," I muttered, blinking up at Spike again. Going to move off this floor soon. Any time now. Just...need to rest for a little while longer. And bleed. Good thing these mats cleaned easily.

[got_the_spark]

“Right, you really look fine laying there like that.” I wasn’t going to kneel down beside him like this all damn day, and chances are he will be laying there for a bit longer. So I sifted my body until I was sitting on the floor next to him. “You were better then I expected.” I smirked “Gave me a bit of a challenge.”

It was strange, I didn’t even know him that well but I could read him better then Angel could. Guess Angel was too busy with his new problems now, too busy to see what’s going on right in front of him. I on the other hand wasn’t going to let some evil law firm control me. Angel thought he was doing what was right but he wasn’t. He practically sold his soul to the other side, the side he was working so hard against. Makes sense why I beat him with that whole cup thing, I was now the true champion. I wasn’t going to sell my soul for anything, no matter how high the price was. ‘sides the whole fact that I actually wanted my soul and he was just cursed with the damn thing. I wanted my soul when I was still considered some soulless monster, he only wanted the soul when he actually had it. Angelus never wanted the soul and when Angelus came back to play he wasn’t all smiles and giggles about having the soul. Now of course if my soul got taken away I would be trying to get it back.

“What was strange?” Wesley really was starting to not make much sense at all. Could just be that he was a bit out of it from the loss of blood and the whole passing out thing. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on now or what?” All night I’ve been trying to figure out just what was up with him, I had a feeling it had to do with the whole ordeal with his father. Saw how hurt he was that night, we all tired to comfort him in a way but it didn’t work.

I glanced down as a drop of blood began to trail down his face towards his mouth. Doubt he wanted to taste more of his blood then he already did. So without thinking I brought my hand to his cheek and whipped blood from his face before it went any further. Now of course I was tempted to lick my finger and taste the blood, hadn’t had human blood in some time but I’m sure that would freak him out a bit. So I just whipped my hand on my leg. Black pants so shouldn’t show up, not that I cared much ‘bout that sort of thing. Could always just get myself another pair of pants.

[watcher_pryce]

I gave him a tired grin when he said I was better then he'd expected. Not that I'd been aiming for that. I think he knew damn well what I'd been aiming at. And he gave it to me, as well as he could. He'd been holding back far less then he usually would have, of that I've very little doubt. But it still didn't take away the ache that I felt inside.

The fact that I'd killed my father, or whom I thought was my father. The fact that I really thought it was my father, but he turned out it wasn't, doesn't make it any better. I was ready to kill him, no questions asked. And for a moment there it actually felt good to pull that trigger. Nine times, when once should've been sufficient. It felt good to watch him fall down, finally, after all those years. But it wasn't until I realized what I'd done that I felt sick.

"Hmmm?" I turned my head, just laying there felt good for now. Was having a bit of trouble moving at the moment it seemed. Maye Spike held back even less then I thought. But the pain I felt physically, didn't overcome the one I felt mentally. "I don't know," I shrugged. "I just...I don't know." Sighing, I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering if there was any way to explain those odd...images. They seemed so real.

When I felt his hand on my face, my eyes opened again and I looked at him as he stared at his finger for a while. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the cool burning feeling I had on my skin. Resisting the urge to reach out with my own hand to touch it. It had been a very long time anyone had touched me to do something other then hurt me. "I suppose I should move," I muttered, staring at him without blinking.

[got_the_spark]

He just doesn't know, figures. No one seemed to know a damn thing anymore 'sides what they were suppose to know. Hell I didn't even know what was going on at this moment. Why whipping the drop of blood from his face burned a spot on my finger. Not literally of course, just the warmth of his skin against my cool digit. Guess it was just the fact of a touch, a touch with care, which was more then any bit of comfort I got since her. Even if it was me doing the bit of touching.

"I suppose I should move,"

He supposed that he should move and get up, but he didn't.

"Don't suppose you could let me in on, what’s been bugging you mate?"

He continued to lay there on that floor, didn't really seem like he was going to move much at all without my help. I got up on my knees and then my feet, balancing myself so I could kneel at his side. I extended my hand towards him. Plan was if he took my hand would be to fully stand up and bring him up with me.

[watcher_pryce]

I just stared at him for a moment when he asked if I could let him in on what was bugging me. It was tempting. He really didn't know me and for some reason he made it easy to confide in. But I really couldn't, no matter how much I let the words run around in my head, tried to push them out of my mouth. Nothing came out really. I suppose years of learning how to bottle things up, keep things inside made it impossible.

Thank you father, you've taught me well. You'd be so proud. Except, not really. He never would be, no matter what I'd do. I could die saving the world and he'd still find fault. Perhaps I should just give up on trying al together. Except that I really craved the man's approval, he man's acceptation, respect. I'd never get it though, no matter what. I was a failure, a disappointment...a burden.

I kept silent, just looking at Spike. Then he moved and that tore me out of my trance as well. I suppose I really should move. Take a shower, get a fresh set of clothes, get rid of the blood. Must be driving him up the wall. I guess Angel will have some questions about that too, if I ever run into him. Which is a big if right now. He's been avoiding me. Sighing, I reached for his hand, noticing how cool it was in mine, yet comforting at the same time.

"I suppose we'd better go take a shower, before people start asking us uncomfortable questions," I muttered, tugging on his hand, tightening my grip.

[_fool_for_love]

Almost looked like he was going to say something for a second there, but nothing came out. He was going to keep on bottling up his emotions and there was nothing I could do to change that, at least not at this moment anyways. I know I could find a way to come around to him, which I would sooner or latter. In a slight joking tone; “we should go take that shower.” I made sure that the we was emphasized.

I felt his hand grab hold of mine and start to tighten. This was the part where I was suppose to get myself up and standing while helping him up at the same time. But I didn’t move. I stayed there for a moment, his hand still in mine, just looking down at him.

“Well” I shrugged and started to make my attempt to get up, but once again I found myself making little to none on the progress level. Instead I found myself starting to get up but only ended with me on the floor laying next to him, more like me practically being on top of him. Only had to move over a bit and that would be the case.

“Bugger that.” I huffed. Must of not had as good as balance as I thought there. Should probably be getting up now, but it felt nice just laying down on the ground next to Welsey. Which I did not just think to myself. Suppose I was still feeling a bit sore from our dance, not that I wasn’t healing each second that passed but still a vampire can feel a bit sore after a good dance.

[watcher_pryce]

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