Chapter Nine
The Conspiracy Theory
“You should’ve seen it, it was disgusting!” Faith said as she told Spike what had
happened at the beach early.
She was pacing back and forth in front of the bed where Spike sat
leaning against the wall watching her.
“I’m telling you I just don’t get it! What the hell happened?
What did he say to her?”
Spike was starting to get dizzy from watching her. He pinched the bridge of nose as he answered
her “He scared her off with his flowery words of love.”
She abruptly stopped her pacing and whipped around to glare at him
“What! Is he stupid?”
Spike sighed, “That’s what I said!”
She started pacing again “Well we have to fix this!”
Spike grabbed her as she paced pass him “Faith sweets, there is
nothing we can do, it’s up to them.
Besides…” he cut her off before she could say anything “Angel knows what
he’s doing. She asked for space and
that’s what he’s giving her.”
“Then what the hell is doing seeing someone else?”
“Well you can’t expect the man not to. I mean we all know Buffy’s going to continue with her boy toys.
Like the one she picked up today?” He
waited for her to agree.
Faith sullenly said, “Well I guess so. But if he fucks her I’ll rip his dick off!”
Spike leered at her lovingly; he loved it when she got vicious
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
She playfully slapped his wandering hand and giggled at him.
“Now where will you be tonight?” he asked
“The Palms.”
Spike nodded “Ok. So I’ll
call Angel and see where he’s taking Eve.
Then figure out someway to get them to The Palms instead.”
“Are you sure this is going to work, I mean Angel doesn’t seem to
be the type of guy to sit back and watch his girl with someone else.”
Spike grinned evilly “That’s what I’m counting on. But what about Buffy?”
Faith looked puzzled “What about her?”
“Well is she going to turn tail and run when Angel applies a
little pressure?”
Faith’s brows lowered” What do you mean pressure?”
Spike sighed, “Look luv, the man’s horny as hell. The bloke’s been fantasizing about her for
months. He finally gets a taste of
paradise then he’s denied it for a week.
She keeps blowing him off and he’s pissed.”
Faith trying to stick up for Buffy didn’t have much sympathy for
Angel “It’s not her fault she’s petrified of what she feels and he needs to be
more patient with her.”
“I’m not blaming her pet I’m just saying that he may not be able
to control his reaction when he sees that she’s on a date.”
“What do you think he’ll do?”
“Hell if I know, the bugger has always been unpredictable, which
actually makes it rather fun to screw with him. But the question is what will
she do?”
She thought about his question and she wasn’t too sure. But she knew in her heart that Buffy was
falling for Angel and maybe a little bit of pressure was exactly what she
needed to push her forward.
“I don’t know but I’m thinking that I like your plan.”
Spike smiled “Good.” His
hand started a trail up her thigh “Now lets talk about that new toy you got
hidden over there in the closet.”
***
Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Her
hair was swept up in a French knot and she was wearing a black slip dress with
spaghetti straps, which came, just above her knees with a pair of black
stilettos. It was one of her favorite
dresses, not too cheap and not too reserved.
Angel would love it.
She slapped herself on the head and stomped her foot “Not Angel…NO
NO NO…that’s bad! Riley, Riley will love it!”
She said as she twirled away from the mirror to grab her bag.
Faith came in just as Buffy entered the living room. “Hey” Buffy breezed by her on her way to the
kitchen then stopped dead in her tracks and turned around.
She looked at what Faith had on, blue jeans, tank top and boots
“What’s the stitch Faith?” Faith
looking innocently at Buffy said “What?”
“Don’t give me that What?
What’s with the demure clothes?”
Faith looked down at her outfit and had to stifle a laugh, yeah this is
pretty demure for me. But since she
wasn’t going there to pick up guys she just threw on whatever was clean.
Faith shrugged her shoulders “Don’t know B just the first thing I
grabbed out of the closet.” She hoped
that Buffy would accept that answer because she could be extremely stubborn and
she didn’t want to have to tell her the real reason.
Buffy thought about it for a second then went into the kitchen her
mind clearly on something else besides Faith’s outfit.
“So you ready or what?”
“Almost”
“Where’s captain cardboard anyway?” Buffy giggled from inside the kitchen. “Will you stop calling him that he’s a nice guy.”
“Yeah nice; as in boring, lame, shoot me now before I kill myself,
nice!” Faith plopped down on the couch
twirling the remote control in her hand.
Buffy sighed and walked into the living room “Look you know maybe
nice is what I need for a change. Besides it’s not like I’m going to marry the
guy or anything. It’s just a date.”
“Date with a cow.” Faith
mumbled under breath.
“What did you say?” Buffy
asked. Faith dropped the remote and
jumped off the couch “Nothing. You ready let’s go I need a drink.” Buffy followed her out the door “Ok Riley’s
going to meet us there”
“Oh joy!” Faith said as
she closed the door.
**
Angel sat on the couch in Eve’s living room waiting for her to get
ready. His fingers impatiently tapping
against the arm, making a constant tap, tap, tap, echo in the room. His mind in a whirlwind of maybes, should
haves, and definitely should not haves, and a whole lot of, what the fuck am I
doings?
As he sat waiting for her he was second-guessing himself. After listening to Spike for hours about
Eve’s sexual escapades he wasn’t too sure about her anymore.
Angel was no prude but for some reason the thought of a woman
having sex with a broom handle just to get some guy off was a real turn
off. Angel loved kink but not that kind
of kink.
But it didn’t matter she was just a warm body to sooth his raging
hard on until the real vessel for his pleasure let him back in.
He almost felt like a cad for doing this but he was just a
man. A man who was in desperate need of
sexual relief and would take it anywhere he could get it.
“I’ll just be a few more minutes Angie” Angel cringed. God he hated that! Why did she insist on calling him that hideous girly name, did he
look like a girl?
He took a deep breath he would play the game. He’ll take her out
then bring her back and fuck her. Simple…I can do that.
Then why was that Buffy’s tear streaked face popped up in his mind
the second he thought about fucking Eve.
Because he felt guilty for even thinking it, he felt like he was
cheating on her.
He started to question whether or not he would even be able to go
through with it. He looked down at The
Beast and for some reason he got the distinct impression that He would not
cooperate.
Eve walked down the stairs and looked to where Angel was sitting. He looked deep in thought and hadn’t noticed
that she walked into the room. So she
took the opportunity to really look at him.
Damn he was one fine looking man.
And Eve who had been with many lovers before, had always known that
Angel was the best she ever had. When
he got married she was really annoyed that she wouldn’t be able to have him
anymore.
She should have known that slut Darla wouldn’t stay faithful
forever. And now here he was back in
her house and soon to be bed! “I’m
ready sweetie.”
Angel looked up at her and stood.
“Ok let’s go, where’s it going to be?”
Eve grabbed her jacket “Oh I heard that The Palms are having Old
School Night, I thought that would be fun.”
“OK The Palms it is.”
They walked out of the house neither one noticing the shadow that
lurked behind the bushes.
**
Spike was hiding behind the bushes in front of Eve’s house
listening at the window like some peeping tom.
After Faith left to pick up Buffy Spike called Angel to find out
where he was taking Eve for the night.
His answer was that he didn’t give a shit and was going to leave it up
to her.
He hung up the phone frustrated beyond believe, he didn’t know
what to do… he’s not the master tactician that was Angel’s job. So he decided
that this was the next best thing.
His legs were starting to get cramped when he saw Eve come down
the stairs. On they’re way out the door
he heard her say The Palms.
He almost fell over on a rock.
Could it be any easier then this?
So now he had to make sure that he got there before them. Which was going to be very difficult. Not only was Angel a speed demon but he was
also driving a Porsche.
Spike jumped on his bike the second they pulled out of the
driveway and sped away praying to the Gods of the Freeway that there would be
traffic.