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I really can't begin to explain my mental state, least not when those two are in the same room. I'm with one of 'em, fine, everything's crystal clear. But throw both birds together and well...things get foggy. Honest, feels like there's one hell of a tustle going on in my head, but I already know the cure for that
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Spike always was one for sarcasm, but I've never really liked to talk around an issue, I like to be direct and sharp. Perhaps the only thing I have in common with my Angelus self.
He stands there so cocky, smirking, his bleached head an obnoxious anthem to some ideals that were created long after Spike's belief system was in place...that is if he had any beliefs. I don't care what Dawn said earlier tonight, and I don't care if she was right. Seeing him standing here brings back so many memories, so many screams of terror across the decade, I cannot think of him as anything but a monster.
Though, I can't help but wonder when he looks at me if he sees the same thing.
"We could stand here all night and exchange barbs, but I'm going to get right to the point: Buffy's sister. I don't know what your plan is, and I'm not going to tell you not to try and see her, cause I know if she's anything like Buffy she won't listen anyway, but I will say this...if you let Drusilla harm her in any way, I will do what should have been done a good century ago and send you both straight to Hell."
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Always barking orders. Takes for granted he's in my territory now, doesn't he? No one asked him to come here, I know that for sure, the scooby gang likes him just about as much as they like me. Which I take from recent observation, is not much at all.
"ooh you're awful scary, that the menace you use on all those mamby pamby demons in LA?" Sure the last thing I want is to see Dawn harmed, but I'm not telling him that. He wouldn't believe me at all, and besides it's to much fun making him get all puffed up and angry.
"well maybe that works where you've been, but I don't give a damn what you do." He knows good and well he wouldn't stand a chance against the both of us. "In fact, peaches, I think you ought to be the one watching your step round here. This ain't your town anymore."
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Verbal pissing matches are Spike's favorite game, and normally I wouldn't even go out on a limb and engage him in one. But today I have a special need to piss him off, and I have just the right ammo, so I figure I might as well play.
"...cause you see, the way I figure it is this: Even if I'm not the most popular guy around these parts, in the end there will always be two reasons the scales will tip to my favor. The first being I have a soul and you don't. You're just a neutered monster who plays nice because he has no choice. But more importantly, I had the one thing that you only wished...PRETENDED...to have: The love and trust of her."
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"That would be what you would think. If only everybody knew that your freakishly large head was the correct size for your ego." He put up a pretty good act for the good guys, I'll give him that much. He worked hard to make sure they'd never ever find out what a cruel egotistical bastard he really was. This do-gooding thing? Just another contest, another way for him to make everyone else around him tremble in awe. Guess that's why he hated me so much, I could never revere him.
"yeah right, like I'd want to be in with the scooby crowd." And I don't. Who gives a sod what all of them think? Aparently Angel, big surprise...
"and who says I'm playing nice? That's where you don't get it, mate. The last thing I want is to end up like your sorry ass." So what he said hurt, it hurt alot, but I wouldn't let him see that. Besides, I knew it was true. Buffy never gave a damn about me. But that put me in the same camp as everybody else now, didn't it?
"Oh yeah, she trusted you, right? But not quite enough to ring you up in LA when things got rough. Suppose she can't be blamed for that, I did keep her nights awfully busy..." I smirk at him. That's right, did no one tell you? I'd slippin it to your ex-hunny on a regular basis.
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I have Spike by the collar before I even think about it myself and lean in and give him a good hard look.
"How dare you. Buffy would never be caught dead with the likes of filth like you. She was a girl of integrity and taste. I won't stand for your lies."
Though...deep within me, I know that what he's saying is true.
...and that hurts me more than I'm about to hurt Spike.
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"How dare you. Buffy would never be caught dead with the likes of filth like you. She was a girl of integrity and taste. I won't stand for your lies."
"Same girl who locked her precious friends and family in a basement to die. I'm the only reason that lot lives to tell the tale." Nearly done in by thier own leader. They're damn lucky I happened by. He wouldn't have even recognized Buffy since she came back. After that...she was a different girl. Most I could do was go along for the ride, would have never guessed that was where it'd end up, though.
I'm done with the toying around now, and I shove him off me, my face shifting. Them and their attitude...I've had just about enough of everybody looking down on me, judging me like I'm even competing for anything. I'm not good enough, I'm not bad enough...when I think about how Buffy used to look at me I could just- I'm glad she's gone. good riddance.
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Soul or no soul, there's is still some carnal lust that draws me toward the violence...especially if I'm about to pound on something I hate.
"Nice to see you're willing to come out to play."
I kick Spike back, and then grin.
"You want to go? We'll go."
But the thing is, Spike thinks we've moved past the verbal thrashing part. He thinks he's one.
But I know something he doesn't know I'm aware of.
...and I have one final comment...one final ace up my sleeve.
"...and once I'm done with you, I'm going to make sure Dru ends up right behind you in the compost heap, where she belongs."
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"...and once I'm done with you, I'm going to make sure Dru ends up right behind you in the compost heap, where she belongs."
Now he really shouldn't have gone and said something like that, because now I'm not doing any thinking. I growl deep in my throat, one that comes out more like a roar and charge him, everything in me seething with rage. I shove back to the wall behind him and start pounding away on that fucker's face.
That's just what he does, uses people till they're not of any worth to him anymore, till he's all done with them, then tosses them away like nothing. I'm sure as one point Buffy felt the sting of his rejection, and there's no way I'm going to let him do the same to Dru or Dawn. "Over my dead body you bleedin faggot, you'll be a grease spot on the ground 'fore you lay a hand on them!"
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It hurts, and normally I'd be none to pleased that this piece of punk trash was wailing away from me. But I was actually happy, because this barrage meant that Spike had given into his anger.
...and Spike gets sloppy when he gets violent, cause he ceases to think.
It's like that old adage that God only gives enough blood to a man to run his brain or his dick at any given time, not for both. In Spike's case it's his brain or his fists.
I will ultimately beat him when he's like this.
...as a matter of fact...
I throw my upper arm up to my right, catching the hook of his fist in it, blocking the blow to my head.
I snarl and wind up and punch Spike square in the face.
It's go time.
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Pounding his face feels good, releasing something deep in me that's been repressed, the monster, the fun part of my existence. I start to enjoy myself a little too much and next thing I know I take a blow to the head that knocks me backward and my hand goes to my face.
"Oy! watch the nose, mate."
I run my tongue over the back of my teeth, pushing myself to my feet.
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I mock him with sarcasm. My, how the tables have turned.
I watch as he pushes himself to his feet. I could've attacked him while he was down. It's what he would have done...hell, it's what I would have done as well, but this is one battle that I want totally square. For some reason it won't be therapeutic to me unless I know I'm whomping him on even footing.
He's back up.
Good.
Time to kick him back down.
I lash my foot out sideways, hoping it connects with his chest. If I crack a rib in the process, that'd be nice too.
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I shrug my shoulders back into my jacket and give him a look that's nothing but attitude. "Didn't even tickle. I just don't want to end up looking like you."
He sends a kick my way but obviously isn't trying hard enough because I don't have to try very hard to dodge it, grabbing his and using the leg that's off the ground to throw him to the pavement. Gotta do better than that, Angelus, who do ya think I learned that one from?
Soon as he hits the ground I throw my foot into his stomach, hard as I can. Never been more satisfied by a fight than after a good round with Angel, beating on that big garish mug of his always gave me a deep satisfaction.
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As he crashes down, I leap upon him and hammer both of my hands down onto his neck into a vice grip.
"You made one mistake Spike...You betrayed yourself. You said them. I'm not that dense. You messed up. So who? Drusilla and who else...Dawn?!"
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"You made one mistake Spike...You betrayed yourself. You said them. I'm not that dense. You messed up. So who? Drusilla and who else...Dawn?!"
"Like I'd tell you." Not that it matters if he knows, I'm not about to give him that much though. One more thing he knows is one more thing to use against me.
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I position myself so that I can hoist myself up, hands still around Spike's neck, which in turn as I stand, he is lifted.
That's got to hurt the throat muscles.
Once I am on my feet and I have him still lifted off his, I grin. I rush forward and slam him against the nearest building wall.
"Ashes to ashes Spike...dust to dust"
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