More of Chapter 2 "Well how should I bloody well know what goes on in a demon's psyche?" He demanded, loosing his temper. This time both eyebrows shot up, "other then my own," he amended. "Look pet, all I know is that the last time she was here, a few vampires and humans got together and managed to put her out of business." Her eyes were unreadable. "So now she's out to get the bloody lot of us," he went on, trying to get a reaction out of her.
"Fine," she conceded, staring deep into his feral eyes. "So what do you want?"
His eyes widened in disbelief, "have you not been listening?" He grated. "Was I talking to the walls here?"
He stopped as she rose to her feet, "you have nothing new to say to me, Spike." She told him as she deliberately turned her back to him.
"I can tell you about Angel," he called after her.
She stopped as he knew she would, "what about Angel?" She asked with flat, even tones, still refusing to face him.
He could see the tension in her back as she awaited his response, "I know how to get him back," he told her quietly."Oh good, Buffy, you're back." Giles said with a perfunctory glance her way. He leaped from his chair as his mind digested what it had just seen, "Spike!" The librarian gasped.
"It's so nice to be remembered," the tall blond vampire told Buffy in conversational tones.
"Shut up!" She snapped at him as she pushed him further into the library. "He knows how to get Angel out of hell."
"What? How? Why?" The librarian fumbled, edging to keep the desk between him and the ruthless bloodsucker.
"See ducks, I told you I wanted to talk to you both together. Now I have to tell the whole bloody story all over again."
"I told you to shut up!" Buffy said as she shoved him towards a chair.
He twisted to face her, his game face on, and Buffy realized she had pushed him too far. "And I told you this was too important to play games!" He snarled at her, making very sure his fangs were clearly in her line of vision.
"Fine," she said sullenly, "I'll play nice." His face reverted back to its human facade making Buffy wonder if there were any ugly vampires.
"That's all I ask," he said pleasantly, sitting down across from the very agitated Watcher. "As for your 'what's' and 'why's'," he said, looking directly at Giles, "I think you already know the answer to those." The man stared at him, helplessly clueless. "Bloody hell, man! Remember Cirta?" He held out a hand to ward off the librarian's questions, "you people aren't the only ones with knowledge, you know. When someone who isn't the Slayer starts offing us, we like to know what's going on."
Giles nodded, having regained his wits he sat down wearily across from the vampire, "that only leaves the 'how'." He said coolly.
Spike nodded, reaching for his inside pocket he pulled out several folded sheets of paper, "tell me what you think," he said intently.Buffy and Spike stared at the librarian as he read through the papers, taking his own sweet time at it. She wondered how anyone could stay so focused, as each minute increased the tension in the quiet room. Finally Giles raised his head stare at Spike with awe.
"Where did you get this?"
"From a friend. Is it for real?" The librarian nodded. "Right then," he said, rising to his feet, "Dru and I'll be here tomorrow night, and we'll all bust the Slayer's ex out of hell." They stared at him, their mouths' agape. "What?" He asked as he reached the swinging double doors, "you didn't think I'd let you wankers have all the fun, did you?"
