A Real Bloody Awfull Mess
Title: A Real Bloody Awfull Mess
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Angel/Lindsey/Spike
Rating: R for language, violence, and implied slash
Synopsis: Spike inturrupts something.
A Real Bloody Awfull Mess
Dedication: For billietallent, because "This isn't even my fucking fandom, man!!!"
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Spike walked through the door into Angel's office, head down, intently looking at the paper he was holding. "Yeah, Angel mate," he said, "we've got a real mess on our hands, a real bloody...." Spike's words cut off abruptly, because it was at that moment he decided to look up.
His jaw dropped, and he held up one hand, pointing at the scene before him as his jaw worked up and down, his throat vainly attempting to make something other than high squeeking noises.
"Bloody" he finally said. "Bloody," he squeeked again. It was an accurate description of the scene in front of him.
Angel was standing in front of him, "Vamped out", holding a wicked barbed whip which he had obviously been using on the room's other occipant, Lindsey McDonald, former "rising star" of Worlfram & Heart, current loose cannon.
Even more current apparent toture victim of supposedly soul-possesing vampire.
"What the hell do you want, Spike?" Angel snapped.
"Bloody!" Spike yelped again.
"I'm busy right now, Spike, conducting important business."
"Bloody!"
"My innterrogation techneques are my business, Spike. Be a good litte grandchild and piss off; go tell Wesley I need therapy again, or something."
"Bloooooooooooooooo-dy!" Spike slammed the door and scampered off down the hall.
"What the hell is his problem?" Lindsy said conversationally, lightly testing the strength of his handcuffs. "I mean, I knew he was stupid, but a one-word vocabulary? And is "bloody" a cuss, or what? Is that a vampire thing?"
"No," said Angel dangerously, "It's a british thing. It actually means 'by our lady'. It's cussing out the Virgin Mary, basically."
"Ah," said Lindsy. "Cool."
Angel looked thoughtful for a second. "Though, he was called William the Bloody at one time, maybe that's another reason why."
"What's the first, he's a vicious killer Vampire?"
"No, he's a bloody awfull poet."
"This is another 'british thing', isn't it?"
They stared at each other for a few minutes untill Lindsey finally broke the silence.
"Well, it's a good thing he came in now instead of half an hour ago. They would have been trying to rescue you from me instead of just thinking you've gone wacky again." Angel looked at Lindsey, irritated, then thought abaout it, and nodded agreeably. Lidney rattled his handcuffs. "So, you gonna get over here and fuck me again, or what?"
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Uhm.... yeah. O_O I am officially spending too much time around billietallent. It also ends kinda weakly, but I was rushing the deadline. Oh, and you have three guesses ( and the first three don't count) what the word for this challange on 15 minnute Ficlets was.
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Angel/Lindsey/Spike
Rating: R for language, violence, and implied slash
Synopsis: Spike inturrupts something.
A Real Bloody Awfull Mess
Dedication: For billietallent, because "This isn't even my fucking fandom, man!!!"
~~~
Spike walked through the door into Angel's office, head down, intently looking at the paper he was holding. "Yeah, Angel mate," he said, "we've got a real mess on our hands, a real bloody...." Spike's words cut off abruptly, because it was at that moment he decided to look up.
His jaw dropped, and he held up one hand, pointing at the scene before him as his jaw worked up and down, his throat vainly attempting to make something other than high squeeking noises.
"Bloody" he finally said. "Bloody," he squeeked again. It was an accurate description of the scene in front of him.
Angel was standing in front of him, "Vamped out", holding a wicked barbed whip which he had obviously been using on the room's other occipant, Lindsey McDonald, former "rising star" of Worlfram & Heart, current loose cannon.
Even more current apparent toture victim of supposedly soul-possesing vampire.
"What the hell do you want, Spike?" Angel snapped.
"Bloody!" Spike yelped again.
"I'm busy right now, Spike, conducting important business."
"Bloody!"
"My innterrogation techneques are my business, Spike. Be a good litte grandchild and piss off; go tell Wesley I need therapy again, or something."
"Bloooooooooooooooo-dy!" Spike slammed the door and scampered off down the hall.
"What the hell is his problem?" Lindsy said conversationally, lightly testing the strength of his handcuffs. "I mean, I knew he was stupid, but a one-word vocabulary? And is "bloody" a cuss, or what? Is that a vampire thing?"
"No," said Angel dangerously, "It's a british thing. It actually means 'by our lady'. It's cussing out the Virgin Mary, basically."
"Ah," said Lindsy. "Cool."
Angel looked thoughtful for a second. "Though, he was called William the Bloody at one time, maybe that's another reason why."
"What's the first, he's a vicious killer Vampire?"
"No, he's a bloody awfull poet."
"This is another 'british thing', isn't it?"
They stared at each other for a few minutes untill Lindsey finally broke the silence.
"Well, it's a good thing he came in now instead of half an hour ago. They would have been trying to rescue you from me instead of just thinking you've gone wacky again." Angel looked at Lindsey, irritated, then thought abaout it, and nodded agreeably. Lidney rattled his handcuffs. "So, you gonna get over here and fuck me again, or what?"
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Uhm.... yeah. O_O I am officially spending too much time around billietallent. It also ends kinda weakly, but I was rushing the deadline. Oh, and you have three guesses ( and the first three don't count) what the word for this challange on 15 minnute Ficlets was.