Book
Two - Promises In The Dark Series
Title: Lay
It On The Line
Author: Zo
www: http://www.warriorsandlovers.com
Email: zoso37ba@gmail.com
Posted:
Disclaimer: You know who they belong to. It’s not me!
Rating: NC-17/MA (contains non-con sex)
Pairing: B/A, S/F
Timeline: Six months after To Believe Again
Summary: Secrets are revealed and pasts come back
to life.
A/N: (1) If
you haven’t already read Book One (To Believe Again) I recommend that you do.
Characters are introduced and developed in the first book. This is a
continuation of that story.
(2)
It has been two years since Book One was completed, and that’s way too long to
wait on such a cliffhanger, many, many apologies for that. And lots of thanks
to everyone that sent feedback on Book One, and wanted to see the story
continued. I hope this book is well
worth the wait.
(3)
Many thanks to Kay – my beta beauty – for putting up with my babbling rambling
quirks big hugs. And to Bre, my
rock in the otherwise whacky world of BTVS fandom and life, this book is
dedicated to you – luv ya sweets!
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Chapter One
Hush
The
sky was pitch-black and the rain fell rapidly as a dark cloaked figure stood on
a rooftop overlooking the city. His keen
eyes peered through the thick fog that had suddenly rolled in, blanketing the
city into even more darkness.
Perfect,
he smirked into the night. To him there
was nothing more beautiful then the fog that settled in. It made his job much easier, in and out, just
the way he liked it. He didn’t want to
stay here any longer then he had to.
He
checked his watch, ten minutes. He jumped up on to the edge of the roof and
took out his crossbow. He aimed for the
gargoyle on the roof across the street and fired. The wire flew across the sky then with a
clank it wrapped around the neck of the gargoyle, locking into place.
He
smirked, perfect shot. He quickly moved
to attach the other end to the clasp on the wall. He grabbed his pulley and hooked it to the
wire. With a smile on his face he took a
deep breath and jumped.
This
was his favorite part. It always made him feel like Superman, flying through
the sky. It was a feeling of freedom. It
was what made his job perfect. That and the fact that he got to kill people.
He’d always enjoyed that too. Maybe a
little too much, at least the other members of the team thought so.
Nearing
the building he lifted his knees and prepared for the soft quiet landing that
he needed. Without a sound his feet
touched the concrete, his palms resting on the cold stone as he smirked proudly
to himself. Another successful flight,
as he liked to call it.
Unhooking
himself from the wire his eyes scanned the rooftop. Seeing that he was alone, he quickly made his
way to the door.
His
keen eyes scanned the doorframe looking for any trip wires or alarms that might
be present. Spotting one, he chuckled as he reached for his slim leather tool
case in his jacket. Did they really
think that dinky thing would keep him out? That wouldn’t keep a crack head out.
Pulling
out his wire cutters, he studied the small box in the upper left hand corner of
the doorframe. Taking a hold of the red
wire he held his breath as he clipped the wire. He smiled broadly as the wire
split into two and the door popped open without a sound.
Putting
the cutters back in the case, he zipped it up and tucked it away. Opening the door he stuck his head in and
quickly looked down the stairs. Empty.
He
stepped inside and closed the door, leaving it open just a tad, and made his
way down the steps and to the apartment right below it.
“It’s
a bloody shame mate. We was leading that match when
the bloke hurt his knee.”
“Aye,
I couldn’t believe it meself Deacon. It was as if
those
He
pressed himself up against the wall and quietly snuck up to the end of the
hallway, where he heard the two men talking. He couldn’t help but shake his
head in agreement. He knew exactly what match they were talking about, how
could he not. He lost 2000 pounds on that game.
“Aye
well, we’ll get him next time, we will.”
He
looked around the corner and saw them. They stood guarding the wide double
brass doors that were closed. Two big
burly men wearing the worst suits he had ever seen. He guessed they didn’t get
paid much; either that or they needed some serious help in the wardrobe department. Judging by the bulge in their jackets, they
were both packing. If he had to guess,
he would say they were Glocks, but you never
knew. Not that it made a difference.
Their fingers would never even touch the triggers.
Silently
he pulled his dagger out, his favorite weapon, and pressed himself further
against the wall as he turned the corner and slinked up to the men.
“I
think I need some tea. You want some
Deacon?”
Before
Deacon could answer, he was grabbed from behind and felt the pressure of a strong
arm under his throat. All he saw was the slight glimmer of silver before its
sharp blade slid effortlessly across his throat, slicing the flesh neatly and
cleanly.
The
other man turned around to answer, but no words came out as a knife flew through
the air and embedded itself in his throat.
The
figure held on to Deacon and grabbed the other one by the collar before he fell
to the floor with a loud thud.
Quietly
he laid them both down then pulled his knife out of the one man’s throat. After he wiped it on the man’s jacket he put
it back in its sheath and turned his attention to the closed doors.
Scanning
the hallway one more time he slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Stepping inside the room he looked to his
left and then to his right. There was
the sound of a pot being placed on a stove, as a shadow moved around. The kitchen. Not what
he was interested in even though he was a little hungry.
His
ears picked up the sound of the shower being turned on and he looked to the
left. The bathroom.
Now that he was interested in. But first there was something else that he
needed.
Peering
straight ahead was the living room and the large Van Gogh that hung on the
wall. His eyes twinkled gleefully and his heart lurched with anticipation. He crept up to it; his feet not making one
sound as they crossed the marble floor then touched the shaggy carpet. Reaching the painting he grabbed the frame.
Pulling it, he swung it wide open to reveal the safe behind it.
Placing
his ear on the cool metal safe, he leaned in and his nimble fingers began to
turn the lock, listening intently for that small little click. Twenty seconds
later the safe quietly popped open. He smiled; damn he was good.
Reaching
inside he quickly filtered through the papers that were stacked neatly in the
front, pulling out a photograph that was hidden beneath them. Well, well,
well…it appeared that the bloke had more to hide than they knew.
The
photo was of two men. The bloke was on
his hands and knees; he had a ball in his mouth with a leather strap keeping it
place, and a chain around his neck.
Behind him was another man. He wore a black mask and tight black shorts
and in his hand was a whip. The figure
shook his head at the absurd image, what some people were into these days was
beyond him. Shrugging he put the photo
aside, to each his own, he always thought.
He
reached all the way into the back of the safe when his gloved hand landed on
something round. Smiling he pulled it
out and held it up. Deftly he opened the black velvet pouch and looked
inside.
He
was almost blinded by their sparkling beauty as he stared at the diamonds. It was a small fortune and he couldn’t
contain his excitement. No matter how
many times he held some in his hands, no matter how many he owned in his own
private vault, he still never got tired of staring at them. They were just beautiful little pieces of
nature.
Hearing
a door slam from the kitchen he closed the pouch and tucked it securely in his
pocket. Quietly he closed the safe.
Walking
back over the marble tile he silently crept to the left and down the hall.
Steam
came out from under a door filling the hallway with moist heat. He walked up to
it and peered inside.
The
shower was running, and there was a man inside washing himself. He was happily
humming as he did, completely unaware of the black figure that watched him.
He
looked back down the hallway and to the kitchen. Seeing nothing amiss he slowly
opened the door and crept inside the bathroom.
It
was a huge opulent bathroom and he couldn’t help but admire it. Not that it was his style, it was a little
too flashy for his tastes, but still it was something to see. The entire bathroom was black marble and
trimmed with gold leaf. Even the glass shower walls that enclosed the shower
were lined with gold. Hell even the
shower itself was amazing. It was the size of a walk in closet and had four
water jets strategically placed on every wall. He could only imagine what that
must feel like.
His
eyes darkened. He had traveled all over the world, he had stood in some of the
richest homes in the world, even his own home wasn’t too shabby, yet it still
amazed him as to what a lot of money could buy.
What really riled him was the fact that some people had nothing and
other’s like this scumbag, who didn’t deserve to share the same air as those
good people, had everything.
Taking
a step closer to the edge of the wall, he smirked to himself. It didn’t matter. Soon this guy wouldn’t have jack shit.
He
looked around the wall; the man stood with his arms braced against the wall,
his back to the figure that stepped up behind him. Without hesitation he grabbed the man from
behind, leaned his head back, and slit his throat. The body fell to the floor, making no sound
except that of a small splash as it hit the water that slowly started to turn
red.
Rinsing
his dagger off, the figure placed the cold weapon in its sheath and headed out
the bathroom and back down the hall. Taking one more glimpse to the right, he
silently left the apartment, closing the door softly as he did.
He
made his way up the stairs and to the roof, when he heard the sound of glass
shattering and a shrill cry of fright echoing throughout the building.
Casually
he walked up to the edge of the roof.
Grabbing the wire that was still around the Gargoyle he attached the
motor pulley and clamped it into place.
Turning the small but powerful motor on, he took one last look over his
shoulder. Smiling at the emptiness that
he saw, he turned around and walked off the building.
The
pulley pulled him along the cable and up the slight grade assuredly. Once more
he was flying like Superman through the sky, and he couldn’t suppress the smile
that shone on his face.
His
feet slammed down solidly on the roof of the adjacent building. He looked back
to the roof he had just left, still empty.
Quickly he collected his equipment and put it in the small black bag.
He
pulled out a blue shirt and black blazer. Swiftly he tugged off the snug black
mask and shirt that he currently wore, and tucked them away inside the bag
zipping it closed.
He
opened the door and headed down the long stairwell checking his watch. It was exactly ten minutes later. Damn he WAS good!
He
began to whistle happily as he walked down the stairs. He should just make the eight o’clock flight
back to
Five
minutes past and he was on the bottom level.
“Thank you luv.” He said to the woman that held the door open for him. She smiled back at him. She was cute, but she
wasn’t what he hungered for. She didn’t have big brown eyes, and she most
definitely did not have a sexy sassy mouth.
His
feet hit the pavement and walked over to the waiting cab. Opening the door he
jumped in and closed it. “Heathrow
airport mate and make it quick.”
**********************
“OH
GOD, ANGEEELLL!”
“Shhh
you have to be quiet.” Angel admonished
his lover quietly. He didn’t want an audience. But it was a hard feat to
accomplish considering his lover was a screamer. Thrusting inside her tight
sheath he moaned blissfully, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Of
course he could use a little more room. The closet that they were currently
occupying was a tight fit for a man his size.
And it didn’t leave much room for some good strong hip action but he
didn’t care. He was just glad that he found an empty room in a busy movie
theatre on a Friday night.
They
came to see the midnight show of some foreign movie. It was something that he
had wanted to see, of course at the moment he couldn’t remember what the hell
it was. Buffy on the other hand,
didn’t. She said any movie that required
her to read for two hours wasn’t worth the effort. She said if it wasn’t filmed in English then
it couldn’t be that good. He chuckled at
her, Americans.
She
came only because she had dragged him to see some girly movie that he didn’t
want to see last week. And he made her promise that she would go to see a movie
that he wanted to watch. She had reluctantly agreed.
But
Buffy was Buffy, and half way through the movie she started to tease him by
running her hand up and down this thigh squeezing it along the way. Then when
she got to his crotch she slowly grazed his length with her fingernails as she
moved closer and rested her head on his shoulders.
It
annoyed Angel because he really wanted to see the movie, but it seemed that the
Beast didn’t want to watch it either because his pants quickly became very
tight.
He
tried to ignore it. Why should she always get what she wanted? Make her suffer a little bit he said to
himself. She shouldn’t be able to always seduce him in to doing what she wanted
right?
But
that sentiment quickly fled the moment she turned her head and stuck her tongue
in his ear, breathing shallowly and lightly she whispered, “I want you Angel.”
Damn
it he couldn’t resist her.
He
growled and stood up abruptly grabbing her hand and proceeded to drag her out
of the movie and into the nearest closet, which is where they currently found
themselves.
Buffy
was precariously sitting on a makeshift shelve.
Her legs were spread wide and she was holding on to a towel rack as
Angel pounded into her.
“ANGELLL”
She keened.
“Shhhh”
With
one last powerful thrust the shelf splintered and cracked just as they both
achieved their release. She quickly
wrapped her legs around his waist for support as he grabbed on to her so she
wouldn’t fall.
“Who’s
in there?” The doorknob started to
rattle and Angel silently thanked God that there was a lock on the door.
“Shit!” Buffy whispered.
With
one quick kiss to his lips her legs unwrapped from around his waist and landed
on the floor. They quickly adjusted their clothes smiling at each other like
idiots. When they were decent once more
they opened the door to the angry red face of the manager.
“What are you doing in there?” He craned his neck around the couple trying
to see if something was amiss.
Pushing
Buffy through the door Angel reached into his pocket and took out a hundred
dollar bill. “Here that should pay for the damages.” He slapped it in the manager’s palm and
smiled at him.
Giggling
they strolled out of the movie theatre holding hands. “For some reason I don’t think we’ll be able
to go to that movie theater again.” He
said happily.
Buffy
pouted, “But I like that movie theatre they have those cushiony soft
seats.” Angel looked at the pout and
knew he could never deny her anything.
“Okay
we’ll sneak in next time.”
“What do you think happened to Spike and
Faith?” Buffy asked as they walked down
the Sunset strip. They were supposed to
meet them at the movie theatre but they never showed up.
Angel
knew exactly why they didn’t show up but he wasn’t about to share that
information with Buffy. Instead he just
chuckled and grabbed her by the waist hauling her up to him. He lowered his
face to hers rubbing his nose against hers. “Probably the
same thing that we were doing.”
She
giggled back, “Yeah but I bet it didn’t cost Spike a hundred bucks.”
“I’d
pay a million bucks to have you wherever I want, even if it was in the pits of
a sewer.” He started to nuzzle her neck,
nipping on her throat.
She
ran her fingers through his hair and clung to him wrinkling her nose at his
suggestion. “A sewer?
Angel I love you, I really do, but I don’t think I will ever get naked
in a sewer.”
He
stopped his ministrations and looked up at her. “I didn’t say you had to be
naked.” His hands moved to the hem of
her skirt inching it up. “You just have to be there and accessible.” He wiggled
his eyebrows.
She
laughed at him while trying to stop him from lifting her skirt up any higher.
“Disgusting
what you young kids think is appropriate public behavior these days.” A woman snorted as she passed them on the
street.
Angel
looked up at her and winked. “Well ma’am perhaps you could come over here and
show me exactly what appropriate public behavior entails?”
The
lady gave him the nastiest look Buffy had ever seen from an old lady then she
walked away huffing and puffing, mumbling about rude young men.
Buffy
slapped Angel’s hands away and stepped out of his embrace, laughing at his
playfulness. “You are so bad teasing
little old blue haired ladies.” She
started backing away from him.
He
followed with a sinister smirk on his face. “Well how about you come back over
here and I’ll tease you instead?” He
started to walk faster.
So
did she.
“I
don’t like to be teased Angel you know that.”
She gave him her sexiest smile. “When I want it, I want it. No waiting
for Buffy, it makes me cranky. Now you
better hurry up because I want it now.”
She
turned around running as fast as she could.
They were only two blocks away from The Graveyard so she thought she
might have a chance.
Angel
gave her a ten second head start before he dashed away after her.
**********************
The
loft was dark except for the soft glow of candles that cast a shadow on the
lovers lying on the floor. Buffy was
resting her head on Angel’s chest thinking about how amazing he was and how
after six months he still evoked incredible feelings of longing and love inside
of her.
She
remembered what it was like with Parker; to her it seemed that after six months
it was clear that she didn’t love him.
He would touch her and she would feel nothing, no spark, not longing or
lust, just nothing.
But
Angel, Angel made her feel everything.
He made the tiny hairs on her body stand to attention waiting for his
slightest touch. He made her toes curl
with the pleasure that he incited in her.
He made her heart feel so full of love that at times she thinks it will
just explode. With Angel, when she’s away from him, it’s just the mere memory
of a word spoken or a look given that gets her hotter then a five alarm fire.
“What’s
your plan for tonight baby?” Angel asked
as he rubbed her back.
Buffy
purred under his touch still lost in her own thoughts. “Mmmm…if I suggested
you, me, a bottle of champagne and a bubble bath would you stay?” She asked.
She was a little annoyed that he had to work tonight. It seemed that he
was working a lot lately either at night or on the weekends.
Angel
sighed into her hair blowing loose strands over his face; he hated being away
from her too. There was no other place in the world he would rather be tonight
than in the arms of his Goddess, but at the moment he had no choice.
“I’m
sorry baby I know I’ve been working a lot lately but the Director is yanking
all our chains to finish this project.”
She
sighed, her breath tickling his skin. “I know, I just
miss you when you’re not with me.”
He
tugged on her hair and she looked up at him. “And I miss you.” Their mouths met in the middle leisurely
nipping at the corners of each other’s mouths.
“I
am behind in doing the books for The Graveyard so I guess I’ll be doing that
tonight.” She pouted. “No fun for
Buffy.”
Angel
held her tightly and nipped at her ear. “Well I can’t help with the books.” His
hand slid over her smooth back and to the curve of her butt. Covering the soft
globes he squeezed them. “But I can give you a little something to think about
while doing the books.”
She
laughed. “Angel there is nothing little about you.”
He
smiled against her neck. “Well that is true,” he proudly declared.
Buffy
chuckled at his conceit. “Besides like I would really be able to concentrate on
math if all I’m thinking about is you and your
little…” reaching down she squeezed his not so little package,
“…something.”
Reaching
back up she reached for his head, her hands sifted through his brown locks and
brought his mouth to hers for a kiss.
Just
as the kiss got hotter and hands started to wander, their peaceful shroud of
love was interrupted by the loud banging on the front door. “OUI’
ANGELUS…you in there?”
Angel
moaned under Buffy’s mouth. “Why can’t they just leave us alone!”
She
giggled at the exasperated look on this face and started to rise. He pulled her back down growling at her,
“Where are you going?” He placed kisses
down her neck. “Ignore him, he’ll go away.”
She
held his head to her neck enjoying his attention and giggling at his
playfulness.
BANG.
BANG. BANG. “I know you’re in there I
can smell the sex out here for god’s sake. Don’t you people have any shame,
shagging on the living room floor!”
Angel
growled into Buffy’s neck while she flat out laughed at Spike’s outburst. She pushed off of him and stood up. Angel placed his hands behind his head and
looked at her in all of her naked glory.
God she was beautiful and she’s mine he thought as a smile spread across
his face.
“I’m
going to take a shower. You…” she poked
him in the stomach with her toe, “Will take care of your friend who is
obnoxiously banging on my door.”
He
grabbed her foot before she walked away and brought it up to his mouth. Taking her toe in his mouth he sucked on it
lightly, staring into her eyes. “Maybe I’ll meet you in there after I get rid
of said obnoxious friend.”
BANG.
BANG. BANG. “C’mon mate I can’t stay out here all day” BANG. BANG. BANG.
“ALRIGHT
ALREADY HOLD ON!” Angel screamed out,
mad that a loud-mouthed Brit was disturbing his sexual play!
He
let go of Buffy’s foot and she helped him up.
She kissed him on the lips then turned away, walking towards the
bathroom. Angel was unable to resist
smacking her on the ass. “Ouch!” She
rubbed her derriere giving him a look that promised payback but he just winked
at her.
Putting
on his pants he walked over to the door and opened it. “Have I ever told you
that the sound of your voice grates on my nerves?”
“All the time.”
Spike
came barreling in pushing Angel aside and looking around the room. He was
hoping to get a glimpse of naked Buffy skin, but she wasn’t there.
Angel
rolled his eyes. “She’s in the shower.”
Damn,
well maybe next time Spike thought.
Angel
closed the door and went into the kitchen with Spike trailing behind. “How did
it go in
“Piece of cake mate.” He threw a black
pouch down on the table. “He wants to
see you, tonight. He said and I quote,
‘I don’t care if he’s fucking the Queen of England I want to see him tonight!’”
Angel
smirked, typical crudeness. “Yeah well I was planning on it anyway. Buffy’s got to do the books tonight so she’ll
be busy with that.”
Spike
walked up to Angel and whispered, “Are you ever going to tell her?”
Angel
thought on that, he had contemplated telling her but he was afraid of her
reaction. Not because he thought she
would be stuffy about it, but because he lied to her. It had taken him a long time to get her to
trust him and he was loath to do anything that would break that. “Have you told Faith?”
Spike
leaned against the counter. “Yes I did.” Proud that he had bucked up and told
the truth. Well at least the majority of
the truth.
“And
what did she say?” Angel was curious
because Faith and Buffy were so much alike and maybe if Faith took it all in
stride then Buffy would too.
“She
didn’t say anything at first. But then
after she drop kicked me clear across the room for lying to her, she said she
understood.” Spike said rubbing his
stomach remembering the force of that kick and how much it hurt.
Angel
smirked at that picture but then his smile quickly faded as another image came
into his mind, that of him flying across the room in the same manner by a
pissed off Buffy. Unconsciously he rubbed his belly.
“She
understands the need for keeping that bit of information to herself, right?”
Angel asked, even though he already knew the answer. Faith like Buffy knew all about keeping
secrets.
“Of
course mate - no worries.” Spike said confidently and Angel nodded at him.
Angel
walked over and poured a cup of coffee.
“So?”
“So what?”
“So
are you planning on telling the girl?”
Angel
turned to face him, “I’m hoping that I won’t have too.”
Spike
sighed, shaking his head. “You know he’s just going to say no again. You’re his money maker there’s no way he’s
going to let you walk away from a profitable relationship. “
Angel
nodded, his eyes darkening because he knew that was true. He had already tried a few months back after
Actually
it wasn’t so much the lure of money that made him agree to stay but rather it
was the fact that he really didn’t want to walk away. He actually liked what he did very much. It made him feel alive. It was damn better than playing the role of
stuntman for a living. Although that
wasn’t too bad either, it was the perfect cover for a man in his occupation,
but it still didn’t fill him with adrenaline like his real job did. No he loved
what he did. It made him feel invincible and he didn’t want to give it up. There was only one other thing in this world
that gave him the same feeling and she was currently soaping up that tight body
in the next room. Something else that he never wanted to give
up.
Spike
knew Angel’s thoughts because he thought them too. He loved his job and wouldn’t give it up for
anything in the world. Lucky for him
Faith didn’t ask him too, she actually seemed quite excited to learn about it
and his adventures. Of course he didn’t
tell her everything he wasn’t stupid.
There were just some dirty details of his job that he didn’t know what
her reaction would be too. So he was better off keeping his mouth shut. But honesty does have its rewards, after he
told her what he really did he was rewarded with some of the best sex he ever
had. Umm…maybe he should tell her more.
“Maybe
you don’t have to walk away? Maybe she won’t care.”
“I’m
sure she won’t care, well too a point at least.”
Angel
eyed Spike, “Did you tell Faith everything?”
“Angelus
you insult me.” Spike said taking offense.
Angel
nodded and then continued, “Well knowing Buffy she’d probably want to join
me. But that’s not the point, the point
is that I’ve been lying to her for the past eight months and I don’t think
she’ll thank me for that.”
“Well
you’re going to have to tell her sooner or later before she finds out on her
own and believe you me that would be way worse.” Spike said.
“Who
says she’ll find out?”
Spike
shook his head, “Look you know as well I do that a secret this big cannot be
kept undercover for long, especially from a woman like Buffy. She’s not stupid Angelus, in fact sometimes
her astuteness scares me. It’s almost like…”
“She’s
in the business herself?” Angel said, thinking the same thing.
“Yeah.
It’s odd. Very odd. I’m telling you mate, if you don’t tell her
she will find out herself, somehow in someway, and then you’re going to regret
not telling her to begin with.”
Angel
sighed and dragged a hand through his hand, he knew Spike was right. He hated
when Spike was right.
“Listen
mate I’ve got to go. Go see him and talk
to him. While you’re at it use some of
this...” He pushed the pouch that was on the table towards Angel, “to buy your
girl something nice, you know soften her up a little.”
Angel
nodded lost in his thoughts as he stared at the black velvet pouch.
Spike
turned to walk out of the kitchen and instead walked right into Buffy. “Oh
sorry pet I didn’t see you standing there.”
He looked at her warily, trying to figure out if she heard
anything. When she stared back at him
blankly, he smiled at her then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see
you later pet.” Then he left the loft.
Angel
walked over to Buffy and kissed her on the cheek, “Rain check on that fun
time? I have to get ready before I’m
late again.”
“Yeah sure.” She said sweetly smiling at him. He smiled back but she noticed the tightness
of that smile, as Angel noticed hers.
Buffy
watched him walk into the bathroom and close the door. She stared at the closed door her eyes small
slits as she recalled what she had overheard.
She
had been on her way into the kitchen to join them when she heard their
whispered voices. She had stood stone
still not wanting to make a sound that would alert them that she was there.
What was it that he had to tell her before she found out herself? And why would he need to soften her up?
If
she weren’t so perturbed about the fact that he was lying to her about
something, she would’ve laughed at Spike and the way he had tried to read
her. That was pretty comical at least in
her eyes because Spike was good, she would give him that, but she was
better. She was a pro at hiding her
feelings and what she was thinking. She
could con a nun into joining an orgy if she wanted to.
The
problem was that even though she was better than Spike Angel was the
master. He could dodge a speeding bullet
of questions if they pertained to something that he didn’t think you should
know about. It was going to be tough to
get anything out of him.
Walking
over to the coffee pot, she poured herself a cup and pondered what her options
were. They were very limited to say the
least.
Option
Number One: she could always just ask.
She quickly eliminated that idea because there was no way that he would
tell her.
Option
Number Two: she could follow him and
poke around a bit and see what she came up with. She left that option open because while that
would take some time, it actually might be her only option.
Option
Number Three: she could always kidnap
Spike and torture him till he talked.
She smiled, she actually liked the sound of Option Number Three, but
sadly she couldn’t do that because she didn’t think Faith would go for it.
So
that was it…there were no other options. Unless, she smiled wickedly, she
used…other methods? She ran her hands
down her sides as she mentally tallied a tempting list of erotic torture she
could devise for her bad boy lover. Her
face crinkled with annoyance as her hands dropped to her side. She had to get
serious that would never work. He could easily turn the tables on her, and then
she would totally forget why she started it to begin with. No, she had only one
option and that was number two.
She
stared off into space, mentally kicking herself in the ass. For a while now she
had suspected something funny was going on but she always pushed it aside not
wanting to create any tension in their new relationship. She also figured that she was just being
jealous and paranoid. Her feelings were
obsessively strong when it came to Angel.
Even seeing him talk to another woman made her want to commit
murder.
Funny,
she thought she had gotten rid of all those violent tendencies when she left
the Brotherhood and started her new life. But apparently where Angel was
concerned she hadn’t.
As
she sat at the table her fingers tapping angrily on the wood, her mind thought
of all sorts of things that he could be doing behind her back, and that made
her see red.
Obviously,
Spike knew about it, and was trying to get Angel to come clean with her, which
made her wonder if Faith knew. But she
quickly dashed that idea away; there was no way that Spike would tell Faith if
Angel was messing around behind her back. Guys just didn’t share that kind of
information with their girlfriends. Especially when the girlfriends were as
close as she and Faith were.
Standing
up she drank down the rest of her coffee and placed it in the sink. She had a
lot to do today. She was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going
on even if it killed her.