paradisalost | → 009 ← Burn up the pain my thoughts are strange

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→ 009 ← Burn up the pain my thoughts are strange

[the hell! Angel was waiting for Spike to continue the insults but Spike's instead kicked his door open. The splinters fly a bit from the hinge, and really there's no point in telling him to shut the door... it's likely it won't do much good so you'll either hear this from the hall or from the journal... until that gets knocked over]

Nice going Spike. See now I'm jealous of you. You have a door that shuts.

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Oh, stuff it.

[that said, he really doesn't waste any time stalking across the room, game face already on, intent on punching him. the sonovabitch deserves someone beating it into him that he's not as amazing as he apparently thinks he is]

[over exaggerated eye-roll for you there Spike you know before he shifts his features and stands up completely prepared for whatever the guy that just got beat down by a God a few months back can dish out]

Well that's as original as your look.

You want somethin' more original, Angel? [snarls at him] How's this: I win. Back home, I get her and you're all alone. [and just like that, he's swinging at him as hard as he can. never mind the fact that he's been told he also ends up dead at some point--that's not important]

You also die and don't have the guts to - [and his words get cut off as he gets decked by Spike, which just pisses Angel off a bit more as he grabs the guys shoulders and throws him back off of him so he could finish!] - even tell her you're alive!

[stumbles back a few steps, but he's quick to catch his balance after that] Says the bloke what just buggered off, when boo hoo, he finds he can't have the love've his sad little unlife. [shoves him back]

[As he's being pushed a bit Angel is wiping the smear of blood that actually got drawn off his mouth Angel before he just up and a right hook across Spikes' jaw]

I told her I'd be there for her when she was ready, [mocking him now] I didn't bugger off!

[takes the hit like a man. that is to say he didn't see it coming, what with their friendly conversation, and as such, his head snaps to one side. turns back to him, licking at his lips to taste his own blood there, and then snarls. all but leaps at him, hoping to knock him on his ass]

Didn't see her comin' back for you, mate. [because as far as he remembers, Buffy stayed in Sunnydale. he could be wrong, since Angel's from a different point in time than him, but ... ]

She didn't. [he replies very matter of factly as he gets knocked back onto the ground, it's enough to whip his head to the ground a bit, but still not enough to really stop him from much of anything. The homoerotic rate of the room goes up a bit as Angel rolls the two of them, and lays another punch to Spike's face before standing up a bit wobbly]

She was with the Immortal last I heard... last either of us heard actually. Here though... here it could've been different. [yeah he kicks him too while he's down]

[grunts when he punches him, room spinning for a moment, before he scrambles to get up after him. he doesn't quite get that far, however, as Angel kicks him. makes another little pained noise, glad that he doesn't really have to breathe--since he's dead and all--or else he'd be winded, and then kicks his legs out, hoping to cause Angel to fall. needs to return the Kicking Him While He's Down favor, after all]

Yeah. It could've. And I would've been with her, not you.

[yeah and down he goes again, which really makes this the weakest fight ever, which means that Angel of course has to step it up a bit, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to his feet again]

You were still a stalker Spike... you weren't the Champion she wanted you to be for her. [he sort of smirks before he lunges forward and rams Spike into the wall in his face as he grips onto the other vampires clothing and just pins him there a bit] She might've loved you if you actually were the man that worked with me back at Wolfram and Hart, but you weren't. She didn't want to get hurt watching either of us love her and then leave her alone again. [and another slam into the wall for good measure too while he's at it]

[is tired of people telling him how worthless he is, in comparison to his future self. and that in mind, full of hate and pain, he headbutts Angel as hard as he can, before ducking out of his range]

D'you know what m'sick of? M'sick of people tellin' me what I am. You lot all think you know me, but Champion or soddin' not, 've been nothing short've a saint, the entire time I've been here. Helpin' the Scoobies. Savin' the day.

And you -- [laughs, loudly and bitterly, and overturns the nearest piece of furniture in a rage] -- you all won't even give me time of day. All high and might with that lil soul've yours, yet you can't show a bloke an inch've compassion.

[okay that hurt, and Angel's trying to regain his focus here which is a bit blurry and kinda teary because wow he forgot how thick headed Spike is ~ his fingers pinch to the bridge of his nose trying to get something to stop as he turns around to face Spike again]

Compassion?? You want compassion from me? Have I come after you? Have I done anything but have drinks and possibly end up on a loss at the same time with you? I brood and I sulk and everyone tells me I need to get out there and yet the one reason I thought I had to actually be happy to be here is gone.

Now I have what? You? [he drops his hand from the bridge of his nose and shakes his head] I'm sorry if I'm taking a bit of time to warm up to the notion that one of the very people I knew I could rely on in the future doesn't like the picture I paint of his future self and rather than using that to prove himself he chooses to think that we're downplaying who you are now.

Who are you now Spike? You built a robot of Buffy for sex. All the beatings from a God aren't going to just erase that away.

Oh, clean out you're soddin' ears, mate! Yeah, alright, was a bit've a wanker, before I came here--I'll admit that--but fuck all! Have I done it here? Have I asked the bloody castle for a robot based on the Slayer, even now that she's gone? No.

And you're not the only person here, what's miserable? Buffy's gone, yeah, but least someone had the decency to tell you! [makes a wild gesture; the only reason he knew she was gone? he walked past her room and the goddamn name plate was missing] You've got people who give a damn, mate. Your little team.

[all but sneers at him] I've got, what, two? One've which I barely know, but he could do a bleedin' song and dance 'bout me, 'pparently. So don't you dare start boo hooin' to me, concernin' how terrible your life is. You're not even makin' the effort, mate, and yet everyone just loves you!

[heads toward the bathroom grabbing a hand clothe for Spike and tosses it to him, God they really are too old for fighting like that aren't they... he sits down on the edge of the bed]

I found out the same as everyone when Faith said it over the journals, you could've found out the same as me. [takes a moment]

Look my team or whatever you want to call it? You're supposed to be part of it. I don't even feel like it's the same here anyway because what the hell was I doing back home anyway? I was running Wolfram and Hart, I stopped part of the machine but that was going to start a war. We were down Wes, down Fred... Gunn was barely standing and I pushed them all to that point.

I don't want a team. Not here at least.

[catches the cloth and half-leans, half-sags against the wall, mopping at the blood on his face for a moment before he answers] Must've missed it. [which now that he knows it's there, he's somewhat annoyed about. he should have seen that]

[but anyway] You don't wanna be a part've a team, think I'd sell m'soul to be on one--assumin' I had one. Perks're nice, at least. Like I said, people actually talk to you.

[smirks and wipes his eyebrow with his sleeve] You don't have a soul to sell yet Spike.

Last time... I mean before I came here, I saw Buffy it was in a club in Italy. We both were trying to prove pretty much the same thing we were doing here, and then we found out she's with the Immortal.

She wanted to I don't know, have a chance to be herself and not just be the Slayer. Here... she didn't even feel like she could be the Slayer and that was something she knew.

[pauses and glances to Spike] You look like hell.

Oi. [waves a hand at him] You don't look much better yourself. [wonders if mirrors work here, since they can go out in the sun. decides it doesn't really matter at the moment and puts the thought away] 'Sides. I've had worse.

[pauses, and then] Think she's happier, then? Back home?

[shakes his head, and he already knows that he still doesn't have a reflection here, it's just a different atmosphere that keeps the sun all non-flame-on]

I don't know? I mean I'd like to hope so? I know at least she has something to do, and feels like she's needed. [a pause] More than just needed by either of us.

Suppose so. [is silent for a long moment, picking at the wash cloth full of his blood, before] And if she comes back? Like I did? [because, apparently, he was here once before. he just doesn't remember it] What then? We go back to bein' at each other's necks, fightin' over her?

[there's a heavy sigh of unneeded deep breathing there for you Spike as Angel moves to sit on the desk chair, letting his elbows rest to his thighs as his hands wring a bit]

I'm not really sure. I think... I thought I was giving her space before. We just have to realize that it's always going to be her choice I guess... and there's no point in actually fighting over something that we can't do anything about.

[considers him, briefly, and then nods] Fair 'nough, then, mate.

[Oh Jesus Christ]

[don't worry, Faith. after they're finished stomping each other, there will probably be a manly bonding session. hopefully]

[yeah manly bonding and some laughing... cause really it was either beat up Spike or maybe try to have a fling with Faith to get his pent up energy/anger out of him... this seemed smarter for some reason]

[ahah...hah...hah!! They are so wrong, both of them. The Immortal. ffff that Buffy wasn't even Buffy. Oh if Xander could see this]

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