| Chapter Twenty-Five He had planned on them making it to his bed, but they had gotten as far as the elevator. At least there was more leg room. He let her into his apartment, and offered her a drink. Twice now they had some pretty mind blowing sex, and he was trying to sort through the mass of confusion the night was throwing at him. Handing her a glass, he went and sat next to her on the couch. She couldn�t look him in the eye. Not that he could blame her. He still couldn�t get over the nagging feeling that none of this was right. Sure he�d been dreaming about molesting her body for weeks. But in his dreams she wasn�t drug induced. So even though the sex was great, there was just something missing. �Look Lindsey I know this isn�t part of the bargain. If you want I�ll leave. All of this must be really creepy for you.� "Where would you go? I can tell you�re getting all worked up again. Are you going to run to Angel!?" Lindsey hated himself for acting like this. He didn�t have time to analyze exactly how he was feeling. But the words were just flying out of his mouth. "No not Angel...not anyone. Stop looking at me like that. I was just trying to give you an easy out. We can barely tolerate each other; oh did I thank you for not puking on me when I touch you? This whole thing is some sort of sick joke, this last *year* has been a sick joke, and to tell you the truth I�m *not* laughing. My best friend was murdered, I was beaten silly, another friend put her life on the line for me. I can�t remember any of it. My powers are gone, powers that could really come to use, not that Angel would let me use them if I had them. Damn spell casting nazi. Talking about spells, *I* lost one of the most important spells of life time. With out it Angel�s soul will never be anchored. Do you even know how dangerous that is. You and your pathetic firm thinks Angelus would *work* for you. That�s a laugh. He�d be the one in control, giving out the orders. You Lindsey wouldn�t have to follow the orders, because he�d kill you." Douglass took a deep breath, and Lindsey opened his mouth to cut in, only to have her to continue on. "Then there�s the Darla thing. You just *had* to bring that Bitch back. Do you even *know* the tension just her name brings to my new family? But the joke of all jokes is being stuck having to be around you. Having to socialize with people we�re out to stop from harming innocent people. I have to smile all sweet like, and laugh at their sick and distorted stories. All the while ignoring the barbs you send my way. Yep this horny rabbit thing is just the icing on the top." Lindsey blinked at her. He�d never heard her say so much, and if it weren�t for the fact the drug was working a number on her sides he was sure she could go on a couple of hours. He knew the last year of her life hadn�t been all that great, but she seemed to have taken it in stride and didn�t complain about it. He watched her fight the needs he could so easily fulfill, knowing that after her little speech her pride was going to fight until she couldn�t take it any more. She was amazing. Her pride, intelligence (When she spoke to one of his clients last week in French he could have been knocked over with a feather.) and her loyalty made her into one of the most interesting young woman he�d ever met. The silence was almost deafening. All he could do was sit and watch as she struggled against some invisible force, waiting until she couldn�t take any more, until she needed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where oh where can the bitch lawyer be found. Oh where oh where could she be." Spike sang to himself. He walked the halls of the mansion, ducking into rooms when he sensed others near by. He was on a mission, one to know what Douglass had been given. Two to stop this bloody game once and for all. He was going to find out the answers that Lawyer boy needed, and have the jackass out of their lives for good. He paused a moment when he sensed someone coming down the hall. Stepping into the shadows he was elated to see his target slipping into a vacant room. This was too easy, the least she could have done was make it just a little bit more fun. Walking over to the door he heard her talking to someone on the phone. �It�s me...Yes the drug is working, but just not on Lindsey...Well the idiot screwed everything up and gave the drink that was spiked to Douglass.� Lilah jumped at the sound of the door being flung open. Spinning around she nearly chocked to see Spike leaning against the doorjamb. �Did someone say my name?� �I�ve got to go.� Lilah mumbled into the phone. �How�d you get in here/ I can�t see Adam inviting you in here.� �Don�t worry your little head over the trivial stuff Pet. I�m here for some answers.� �He can�t hurt you, he can�t hurt you.� Lilah chanted to herself as the blonde stepped closer. �I really don;t have anything to say to you Spike.� �Oh there�s lots to talk about. If I were you I�d talk fast. My Grand Sire is roaming the halls trying to find you as well. So where we both know I can�t harm you...physically. We both know that he can.� �He wouldn�t-.� �Tsk, tsk. Thought you were smarter than that. Wine cellar ring any bells?� No it didn�t ring bells. It set off alarms that rang through her head. �What do you want to know?� �That�s my girl. Talk fast, never know when Angel will find us. What had Douglass acting like some hormonal tramp?� Lilah�s eyes widened, and she took an involuntary step back. �I don�t know the name of it, but Darla said that it was something she and Angelus used to �play� with. It was meant for Lindsey, not Douglass.� Spike narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer to the frightened woman. �Why? To get old lawyer boy all hot and bothered?� Lilah�s face registered the mistake she made. By trying to get out of one bad situation, she landed smack dab into another. �I-I don�t know.� She lied. �Darla told me to. She�s been helping me to secure my position at work. This was one of her latest plans.� Spike rolled his eyes. The woman was trying to weasel her way out of the trouble she was in, and point the finger at Darla. �So you laced a drink intended for Lindsey, but Douglass ended up drinking it. Not a good thing for you I am thinking. So what to do now?� Spike traced a path down her cheek with a his finger. A sound outside the door interrupted the moment. Spike pushed the woman back and crashed out the window. Sure he could have opened it, but he enjoyed the sound of breaking glass. Plus it added to his exit. |
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