Summary: Ever wondered what a
Night Out with the Fang Gang would be like in Season 5 of Angel?
Author Notes: Many thanks for Jo and her beta work, cause I needed
it. Mel for looking it over, and Deb who nudged me and cheered me on no
Story Notes: Set between Why We Fight and Smile Time. When did Angel
get that vision?
Disclaimer: Sorry, I make no profit from this, I'm just playing and
will put them back I promise. All belongs to Joss and The WB.
on...it'll be fun."
know you said no, but, you mean yes."
everyone will be disappointed if you don't show."
you know...well everyone who happens to be your friend. Spike will be
Bad choice of words, sugarlips."
you just call me sugarlips?"
ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Getting Angel to go anywhere
that involved fun was like pulling teeth from a Drokken, and he should
know. He looked at the vampire who, if he didn't know better, was pouting,
but Angel didn't do pouting; brooding was more his style. Lorne knew the
others were counting on him so he gave it another shot.
baby." Lorne ignored the glare coming his way. "You've been busy
with the slaying...."He held a hand up, "we all know that you go
out late to help the helpless and work all day in the office. You need to
do this, you need to relax a little, and a sad Angel is a cranky
sighed and sat next to the vampire, who had turned his face to the window.
any employees this week?"
crossed his face before Angel remembered, "He was evil."
the vampire shifted uncomfortably. "He was evil?"
but Gunn was negotiating a...." Lorne paused, as he had no idea what
the negotiations were about.
He clapped his hands together and stood up. If he thought that pulling at
Angel would get him to his feet he would have, instead he cajoled. It was
what he was good at.
your glad rags on, we're going out!"
looked down at his clothes. "What's wrong with my clothes?"
looked at the deep blue silk shirt; okay it was lovely and the all black
that the vampire had on, and decided that it would do.
You look fabulous cupcake, let's make tracks."
why am I saying yes?" Angel asked, still not moving, but now looking
at his green friend with a look that almost said he was going to lose this
changed tactics. If there was one thing he had learned over the years with
Angel, it was Angel never put himself first.
others have gone to a lot of trouble, and they need this more than
sighed and stood. Lorne positively glowed with delight. Mission
Angel wasn't going without a fight. As he moved towards his desk, Lorne
asked, alarmed, "What are you doing?"
vampire gestured towards the paperwork stacked neatly there. "There's
a case that needs...."
virtually flew the few steps to Angel and grabbed his elbow. "The case
can wait until tomorrow. No more delays muffin, let's vamoose."
withdrew his arm from Lorne's grip and patted down his clothes. Lorne knew
that Angel was his, when he said, "Do I need money?"
on boss. The night awaits, and no, you do not need money." It was like
moving a rock uphill, but Lorne managed to manoeuvre the vampire into the
settled back, and felt way too big for the car. The seats were too soft and
his knees seemed to be heading above his ears. The company limousines were
spacious, but being a large man, they weren't big enough.
noticed his fidgeting. "Oh, have a drink and stop squirming," he
admonished as he poured a Sea Breeze.
thanks." Angel looked out the window without really focusing on
got busy poking about in the little bar fridge. "Do they keep blood in
just looked at him, and Lorne decided that no, they didn't. He sat back
with his drink and lapsed into silence. Angel turned his head to look out
the window, once more wishing he was out there, somewhere, preferably
driving his own car. He missed the black convertible; hell, he missed a lot
opened his mouth to chit chat but then remembered that Angel didn't do
small talk. Instead, he began to hum a little song as he fiddled with his
cell phone, and drank from the glass in his other hand.
gritted his teeth at the humming, and then decided to block it out, he was
good at that: he remembered Cordelia complaining often. He sighed softly;
this was going to be a long night.
on Percy!" Spike roared, putting Wesley right off his throw.
Up Spike!" Wesley ground out between clenched teeth as he readjusted
Spike was cut off by Gunn's elbow in his ribs.
Spike opened his mouth again, Gunn mimicked a staking; the vampire shut it.
hushed as Wesley took his shot. It hit its mark. "Double nine!"
high fived him, before both of them turned to Spike with gloating looks.
fair," Spike grumbled. "I have a handicap."
Fred pouted, hands on hips. "I'm not a handicap, and just for saying
it, I'm not going to be your partner anymore."
preternatural reflexes gives you an unfair advantage Spike. Fred, who has
never played darts before, balances that advantage." Wesley pulled his
darts from the board and placed them carefully together in his special
case. Wesley prided himself on his prowess at darts. Spike should have
realised that when Wesley pulled out his arsenal. But then, Wesley mused,
Spike wasn't exactly the most discerning of vamps.
made a show of emptying his empty pockets. "Sorry, I'm a bit skint at
the moment, but if you can wait until Captain Boring gets here, he'll
no you don't! You don't get to make bets and then get Angel to pay."
Gunn looked at Wesley with a hint of evil in his eyes. "We'll think of
some way you can make restitution."
Blondie Bear, you did miss a couple of shots," Harmony added, with
evil definitely in her eye.
gave her the two finger salute before stomping off. "I had a beer or
two that put me off my shot," they heard him grumble.
bet Angel could take you," Gunn shouted, which stopped Spike cold.
turned on his heel with a scowl. "Is that a bet? Cause, I've already
taken the old man once."
what I saw, he gave as good as he got, and I might add, besting Angel has
only happened once in your-oh whole-undead life." Gunn smirked as he
watched the vampire grit his teeth in indignation.
humans moved back to their table and their waiting drinks, blatantly
ignoring the annoyed vampire. Harmony followed, sliding in beside Fred,
which gave Wesley pause before he grabbed the chair closest to Gunn. Wesley
sat, and teased Spike some more.
seen Angel at a dart board. He's pretty accurate."
stormed over to glare down at the Angel gang. "I can be
mmmed, which made Gunn and Fred giggle. "Angel was using knives at the
too good for Peaches?" Spike continued to glare at everyone.
"Just wait until he gets here, and you'll see."
didn't know whether to side with her ex, or her boss. Seeing that Angel
wasn't here, she decided to go with Spike for the moment. Harmony left her
seat, and draped herself all over the out-of-sorts vampire. Her pink dress
rode up her thighs and the human males looked away with effort.
on honey. Let's get a drink." She led him away, leaving behind the
humans snorting and chuckling.
hiccupped. "Do you think we did the right thing...I mean, Angel may
not want to play darts....in fact, I haven't seen him play much of
anything...other, than that computer game of yours..."
Wesley interrupted gently, "Angel doesn't have to do anything he
doesn't want to."
who couldn't wipe the huge grin off his face, said, "Did you see
Spike's face? It had a nice feeling to it to wind him up for a change. Now
he'll worry about it until Angel gets here."
leaned towards him, sloshing her drink a little. "When is he
getting here? Has anyone heard from Lorne?"
on their way; I received a message from him on my phone."
stepped out of the limo, and gave the building a glare.
is this place?" He eyed the innocuous building with suspicion.
a club," Lorne sashayed to the door, where a doorman waited.
a gentleman's club." Lorne waited for Angel, who had not moved a
muscle. The big guy was looking like he wanted to bolt.
on, Angel cakes. The others are waiting." Lorne nodded at the doorman,
who apparently had seen it all, including a green demon. The doorman opened
the door, and waited.
shook his head and sighed. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"
he muttered as he was ushered through the doors first.
the vampire blinked. Not what he was expecting, as he looked at the empty
lobby and empty reception desk.
skipped over to the far door. "This way," he announced as he
flung it open.
Angel blinked. The inside looked just like a bar, complete with smoke,
billiard tables-Angel squinted-a dart board, a juke box and drunken clients
a.k.a. his friends....and Spike; and...He groaned. Harmony. "I'm an
fingers slapped his back, as a chorus of voices greeted him. "Angel!
made his way to the table his friends had commandeered. He put a smile on
his face, not realizing that it looked kinda sad.
stood. "What'll you have?" Gunn leaned in for a conspiratorial
whisper. "By the way, you're paying."
what he wanted to hear.
Angel decided that he'd need it before the night was over.
took stock of the room again, noticing the absence of something.
"Where are the people?"
indicated an empty chair. Angel sat as Wesley explained. "Wolfram and
Hart booked the place out tonight. There are no other patrons."
it does pay to be evil."
smirked at Angel's joke, and nodded.
came back with his drink, a happy Fred following him.
from ear to ear, Fred saluted Angel. "Hi Angel. Wesley and Charles
have a bet on you against Spike."
and Gunn glared at Fred, wishing she hadn't blurted it out like that. Angel
downed his drink. Just what he needed, a bet against Spike.
Fred meant to say..." Gunn trailed off at the look in his boss's eye.
fared no better when he tried to explain, Angel's dark eyes fixed on his
was trying to defend..."
interrupted. "Gunn and Wes were matched against Spike and me. They
won, we did not, and Spike blamed the loss on me."
didn't have a clue abut what they were talking about. "Match?"
we were playing darts."
drink Angel?" Gunn asked, leaving quickly for the bar before Angel
then, Spike with Harmony in tow, swaggered up. Angel glared at Spike and
Harmony. Why did they get included in his night off? Wait, was Spike drunk?
got here, eh Peaches?" Before he could say more, the juke box started
playing, and everyone turned in amazement. Barry Manilow was singing. Lorne
was at the box with a drink in his hand, and he was looking mighty pleased
no!" Spike cursed. "Anything but that, Kermit!"
Angel really smiled. Not only could he enjoy Manilow, he could tick off his
grand childe, and that was a plus as far as he was concerned. His night may
not be a total loss after all. Angel stretched his legs out and slid lower
in his chair.
Pylean sauntered over. "You can have a turn later, Spike. Angel's
it play Ricky Martin?" Harmony asked, and the men grimaced.
about the Dixie Chicks?" Fred put in, sipping on something creamy,
while a brightly coloured mini umbrella raised its head from the glass.
Angel didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
Lorne held up a hand. "The night's young, you can play what you wish
when this tune is finished. Go: check it out." Lorne shooed them away,
his mottled hands waving them on.
girls scrambled over to the juke box and began sorting through the choice
returned with a tray of drinks and snacks. Spike immediately snapped the
snacks up, amidst a cry of "Hey!"
thought vampires didn't eat food." Gunn handed the drinks round.
the old man's gig." Spike nodded in Angel's direction. "We can
eat when we want to."
doesn't taste like anything," Angel insisted. He watched as Spike
tossed back a handful of crisps.
let's not think about where it goes," Gunn said as he sat.
opened his mouth, but Spike beat him to it, not wanting to hear.
"Game's waiting, Angel. Time to meet your maker."
didn't move. "I am your maker."
said, "I thought Drusilla..." Brown eyes narrowed at him, so he
sniffed loudly, and threw more food into his mouth. "Percy here
insists that you could beat me at a game of darts. So of course I accepted
the challenge on your behalf." Spike liked to think that he was better
than Angel, and any opportunity to prove it was okay with him.
we could have a friendly game of pool," Gunn suggested, but Spike was
having none of that. His prowess had been called into question.
Chuck, it's darts. So, what do you say?" Spike looked at Angel, a
sneer in place. "Are you game?"
took his time with his drink; making Spike wait was all part of the fun.
looked over at the men in her life. Spike was all posture, bluster and
sharp angles. Angel was smooth, languid, powerful, and unbelievably kind.
Wesley was lean, and confident, and curious. His eyes were always watching,
taking note. Charles, dressed casual, still exuded smarts, and kindness,
whilst Lorne provided sympathy, advice and, of course, his brand of humour.
looking at?" Harmony asked, finally noticing that Fred had stopped
nodded to the men at the table. "Oh, just the men in our lives. The
broke in. "Of course they're different. Spike is a vampire, and, well,
so is bossy, and Gunn and Wesley are human, and Lorney Tunes is
well...whatever he is." She gave Fred a look that screamed, duh.
that's not what I..." Fred changed her sentence, remembering to whom
she was talking. "Do you and Spike still....?" She raised her
know..." Fred giggled, her hand at her mouth.
Harmony's eyes widened. "He wishes! We did that, that one time in the
office; you know, when everyone bled from the eyes, and I bit him and, hey!
Not the first time I've bitten him you know? I don't know why he made such
a fuss about it; I mean did he have to punch me so hard?" Now Harmony
was glaring in Spike's direction, as she continued her rant, "No, he's
still got a thing for that slayer freak in Sunnydale, although what he sees
in her is beyond me."
loves her too."
but Angel loved her way before my Spikey, and he had an excuse. He was-is
all soulful. Spike thought he loved her while he was like me; evil. Even
though he tried to kill her, like a gazillion times." The song ended,
and Harmony stabbed at a button. She Bangs rang out and Harmony started to
swing her hips.
dance?" she asked Fred, her tirade forgotten.
No." Fred watched as Angel finished his drink while Spike collected
is Spike different from when he was evil?"
snorted as she gyrated. "Not that I've noticed, only he doesn't drink
because Angel will stake me if I do." Harmony sounded a bit sad about
nodded absently as she watched Spike line up to take the first throw.
"Come on." She grabbed Harmony's arm. "The game has
squealed, and followed Winifred Burkle to the male members of the group.
threw his first dart. Angel had insisted on numbers only, and going for the
treble each time. Bastard had to have things his way, noooo,
couldn't play a regular game like most people. Spike hadn't objected
though, as he could out-t---hrow his grand sire any day.
three darts hit their mark, and Spike smirked as he wrestled them free of
the board. Take that!
clapped and cooed. Harmony! God, the bint was as daft as a... Spike
couldn't think of an appropriate adjective for how dumb she was.
ignored the smirk on Spike's face, and threw his darts lazily. They hit
home as he knew they would, and he stepped over to free them. He resisted
the urge to smirk as he stepped back. He could see Wesley and Gunn doing
just fine without him. Angel didn't know how he got talked into this; it
wasn't as if he had anything to prove, to Spike of all people. Inside, a
thought niggled, that he did have something to prove. Spike had beaten him
to the Cup, even though it had been a fake. It didn't matter that it had
all been in vain; the fact remained that Spike had beaten him. He,
Angel, Champion of the Powers as Cordelia had vehemently assured him, was
the chosen one, not Spike. Still, a vampire had his honour to consider, and
a petty part of Angel had taken up the challenge, in this small arena
snapped in front of his eyes. "Are you in there, mate?"
focused his eyes past Spike's fingers, as Spike added, "Your
looked at the board and saw that Spike had his next three numbers.
you going to remove your darts now, or shall I throw them at you?" he
and Gunn sat on either side of their Pylean friend.
did you convince Angel to take the night off?" Wesley asked, his eyes
on the dueling vampires.
me kids, it wasn't easy. You guys owe me big time, and next time, you get
to do the dirty work."
that mean groveling?" Gunn asked, teasing. He chuckled at the look
Lorne gave him.
brushed at his suit, and mumbled something about ungrateful lawyers and
Research Heads. Gunn and Wesley drank their beers, wide grins splitting
was on a roll. He hadn't missed a number yet, and he was imagining Angel
sweating. Taking a swig at his beer, Spike peered over the bottle, and
looked for signs of sweat. Bastard still looked cool and collected, and
Angel hadn't missed a shot either. Spike slugged back another large
swallow, and began to think of ways to put the old man off his throw. He
chose his moment as Angel raised his arm.
upon a time we would have had different uses for these, mate." He held
the darts up to examine them. "Did I tell you about the time?"
Various voices rang out to stop Spike's reminiscing.
smirked, and glanced over at Angel. Damn, the poof hadn't missed a beat;
his eyebrows weren't even twitching.
knew what Spike was doing; the boy was getting rattled, so he stayed calm
and let loose. Three quick flicks and his darts were where they should be.
evenly matched, aren't they?" he heard Fred say.
let her lemon drop slide down her throat as she considered her options.
Mmm, perhaps buttering up the boss could be a good thing for her career
don't know Fred, Spike has the moves, but I think that Angel can beat
Spike glared at his ex as Angel retrieved his weapons. "You'll say
anything `cause he's your boss."
least I have a job, Spikey! What do you do eh? Where do you get your money
from? You steal it from Angel, that's what!" Harmony flounced over to
a seat, yelling, "I hope you lose...you big loser!"
was an awkward silence as the group considered the two blonde vampires.
Spike puffed out his chest, grabbed another beer off the table and leaned
in to within an inch of Harmony's nose.
you think what you do for Angel is work? Fetch his blood, answer the phone,kiss
his arse. It's degrading for a vampire, and you're evil, so don't get on
your high horse with me!"
well, at least I'm here working, not running around after a slayer and
being her lapdog, Spike!" Harmony screeched back, before bringing her
hand up and turning them over to scrutinize her nails, just to piss Spike
stepped back, trying to get his rage under control. He remembered he had an
audience, and when he looked around, everyone was staring at him.
watched, as Spike threw back his beer before tossing his darts. The last
point hit the wire and deflected the dart away. Angel allowed his smirk to
bloom, knowing it would sting the bleached vamp.
Hell!" Spike swore as he pounced on the wayward dart. He made a show
of examining the board while watching Angel from under his lashes.
"Something's wrong with the board. We can't finish the match with a
damaged board!" Spike flung his arms about, outraged.
be fine, Spike."
stood back as Wesley examined the board. "It looks in good condition
do you know, huh? I say we give this up and do some more drinking. I'm
getting bored." Spike sniffed loudly, but his eyes never left Angel.
Angel had the opportunity to rub Spike's nose in it, especially with
Harmony's reminder that Spike had been Buffy's sex toy, but suddenly Angel
was tired of it all. He shrugged his well-tailored shoulders.
saw Spike's eyes widen a little in disbelief. The vampire was now unsure of
why Angel wasn't taking advantage. Spike was the thorn in Angel's butt as
things usually went, and Angel would like nothing better than to make
Spike's life a misery. Lately though, Spike in all his annoying self, had
helped out on occasion and, Angel decided, he could cut the guy some slack.
threw his three darts into the board, and all three hit the bull, but Angel
knew that already and had turned away without waiting to see. Spike swayed
a little as he considered his elder. Why was Angelus being so nice about
could've had you," Spike muttered, as he sprawled into a chair.
you would have, pumpkin," Lorne consoled, his feet propped up on
and Wesley were thoughtful as they considered their friend. Angel ignored
them as he headed for the bar. Might as well have another drink, he
thought, and wondered how long it would be before he could make his escape.
The barman waited attentively while he stood thinking. Wesley caught him by
surprise by sidling up beside him.
was...." Wes began.
Angel arched a brow.
let Spike off the hook."
considered Angel's words. He then realised that Angel had been very clever.
He had given the vampire his dignity, and yet at the same time made it
clear that Angel would have been the winner.
nodded, before asking, "What are you having?"
listened as the music changed. He turned his head. Harmony had pulled Fred
off her chair, and the women were dancing. Gunn and Lorne were laughing at
something one of them had said, and Spike was silent, sulking no doubt.
Wesley had asked him something. "What?"
nodded at the barman. "Same all round, thank you."
Englishman waited while the drinks were being made, and when it didn't look
as if his boss was going to say anything, he asked, "Something on your
mind, Angel?" It was hard to tell with Angel, sometimes. The man
wasn't exactly verbose.
took a second before Angel realised that Wesley was talking to him.
"Ah...running Wolfram and Hart?"
had a gut feeling that it was more than that. "If you're worried about
what Lawson did the other night...?"
Angel was distracted by watching the barman. He was mixing the spirits and
cream, the concoction was for Fred.
leaned one elbow on the bar, and half turned to look at his friend. He
noticed that behind Angel, Spike and the other two men had taken to the
pool table, Spike grumbling something at Gunn and Lorne. The girls were
still dancing, and his eyes drifted to Fred, who looked especially lovely
tonight. The way she moved, the way the light caught her hair....Wesley
shook his head. He was talking to Angel who, it appeared, had drifted away.
He looked past the bar, and saw the vampire standing by the kitchen doors.
He noticed Angel cock his head and sniff the air.
kitchen has prepared dinner for...." His explanation tapered off when
he saw a stake appear in Angel's hand, and was that a blade in the other?
music blared on, but the group had stilled. Spike was at Wesley's side,
reaching for a paring knife that lay on the counter top, before stepping to
the other side of the doors. Spike nodded at Angel, and he swayed only a
had moved up to Wesley. He handed him a cue from the pool table, saying,
"Just no staking the boss."
looked to see that Fred was going to be okay, but it looked as if Harmony
and Fred were all about protecting Lorne. They had him huddled against an
alcove, one of Spike's empties at hand: Harmony had her game face on, and
Fred held a cue all ready to do business. Pride blossomed inside his chest
at the brave girl that was Winfred Burkle. They were still a team, for all
the months spent in separate departments inside Hell Incorporated.
Spike then," Wesley answered, the skin around his eyes crinkling in
white teeth flashed with an answering bob. "It would make Angel's life
easier, and we wouldn't have to put up with his moods."
tensed, as Angel kicked open the kitchen doors, and disappeared inside with
Spike on his heels.
stake Spike it is." He laughed to show that he was kidding, although
the thought did appeal.
all jumped a little at the crash of crockery from inside the kitchen.
like dinner is off," Lorne called from behind them.
when Gunn had decided that he was following the two vampires, a body sailed
through the doors and landed in a bloody heap at his feet.
sort of demon it was, Gunn didn't care to think. He poked it with his cue
and it didn't respond.
of the year, but Charles Gunn didn't have time to continue as Spike came
crashing through the doors, two demons doing their best to kill him. The
doors flew back once again, as another demon, vampire this time, sailed
through, two more followed, with Angel in pursuit. Wesley noted that the
barman had disappeared, probably squatting behind the bar in fright, before
he joined in the fray.
this was more like it, Angel thought, as he stomped over a demon and tried
to stake the vampire. His stake would have found its mark if he hadn't been
jostled from behind.
man." It was Gunn.
smile matched the one on the lawyer's face. Gunn was tackling the demon he
had kicked away from Spike. Angel surveyed the room quickly-Harmony was
attacking the demon that had tried to kill him, and Wesley and Fred were
working together on another-before he brought his attention back to the
vampire was running for the exit, and Angel couldn't let it escape. He flew
through the air, and tackled the vamp with enough force to crack the wall
behind. Angel felt his stake roll out of his grasp, as the vampire twisted
his wrist to almost breaking. Not to be deterred, Angel head-butted the
vamp, making it loosen its grip. Angel rolled away, searching for his
stake, making sure the vampire didn't run by tangling its legs with his
own. The vampire kicked out, but Angel's fingers had found the stake. He
rammed it home with casual ease; he couldn't waste time when his friends
needed him. He reached up, having landed near the dartboard, and grabbed
back his feathered weapons.
was pummeling the demon about the head; her legs were wrapped around its
waist, riding him like a horse. Angel ignored her, his eyes looking for
Fred. Wesley seemed to have things under control, although it looked as if
staking the thing wouldn't kill it. Angel's wrist flicked once, and a dart
lodged in the demon's eye. It screamed, clutching its face in agony,
unaware that Wesley and Fred were about to finish it off.
turned to see Spike kill his attacker, the look of satisfaction matched
his, "Take that, you stinking sod!"
had kicked and beaten his opponent down to the floor, his expensive shirt
spattered and rent in places. Angel smelt Gunn's blood, and thanked the
Powers that he didn't smell more on his other friends. Seeing that Gunn was
capable, Angel turned back to Harmony. The demon was shrieking as Harmony
pulled its hair and gouged its eyes. The blonde vampire seemed oblivious to
the harm the demon was inflicting, as it crashed against the wall in an
effort to pull her off.
boss winced at the gashes and blood running down her pretty legs, before he
stepped in, and punched the demon in the stomach. It doubled over, and
Angel yanked Harmony away, before kicking it in the face. It fell back and
hit the floor, out cold.
Boss!" Harmony said, "Although, you could've asked me instead of
yanking my arm." She held up the limb for all to see. "I can see
fingerprints....gee boss, your fingers are long." She studied the
imprints on her pale skin.
mumbled "sorry" before he remembered who he was talking to. She
beamed at him, until he ruined it by adding, "You're a vampire, you'll
her face dropped, he felt bad, so continued, "How are your legs? I saw
looked down and screeched. "Oh no! My dress is ruined!"
said it all for Angel, so he tuned her out to survey the carnage. Wesley
and Fred had finished off their demon, a broken chair testament to the
force required. Spike waltzed over; Angel could see that his demon lay
still, his neck twisted at an odd angle. Gunn had managed to impale his
demon up through the neck, the cue driving into its brain, killing it
instantly. Angel nodded appreciatively; his people could take care of
you going to kill this one?" Spike asked, beside him. Lorne and the
others moved closer to eye the unconscious demon.
kicked the demon's legs, it didn't move.
say, Angel, that move with the dart was impressive." Wesley applauded,
not one for letting an opportunity go to waste. His eyes were on Spike
though, watching his reaction. The blonde vampire looked over Wesley's
shoulder to see feathers sticking out of the corpse's eyeball.
shot," he grumbled.
kicked the lump on the floor once more. "There's an unconscious person
in the kitchen." He knelt next to the demon to shake it.
be Michael...the chef," the barman said, peeking from behind the bar.
and Gunn hurried past to see to the injured man.
your step!" Spike called as the two disappeared.
and the others watched, as the demon groaned awake because of Angel's rough
yellow eyes opened to see Angel's dark, angry orbs glaring down at it.
sent you?" Angel ground out behind clenched teeth. His eyes flickered
gold, and the demon stared.
came here to kill somebody, didn't ya?" Spike growled behind Angel.
carefully put his foot on the demon's hand, and leaned some of his weight
on it. It yelped, and tried to pull free. Angel leaned some more, and
everyone heard the crunch of bones. It screamed.
Wesley warned after Lorne gave Wes a look of horror. Spike grabbed hold of
Wesley, and shook his head.
ignored his coworkers, and concentrated on the task at hand. An
Angelus-like grin snaked across his face as he leered at the demon.
with pain, the demon managed to spit out his name. "Lenny."
eased up the pressure a little. "Why are you trying to kill us?"
looked into his interrogator's eyes, and saw his death there.
weren't." Before pain was applied again, Lenny hurried on. "We
came here for Thomas. He usually hangs out here on a Friday. We heard he
was going to be here tonight, so we changed our plan." He bit his lip
as Angel leaned forward again.
Ass?" Angel growled.
who may this Thomas be?" Wesley joined in, hoping that the torture
part of the night was over.
preceded Fred into the kitchen to shield her from anything unpleasant. He
needn't have bothered. Winifred Burkle pushed past him, stepped over the
two dead and leaking demons on the floor, stepped delicately over the pile
of food and brain matter, until she kneeled before a white-clad figure,
crumpled against the dishwasher.
he okay?" Gunn called, as he pulled a knife from the throat of one of
the demons. The knife looked like something that Angel would own. He wiped
it on the demon's clothing before joining Fred.
doesn't look too damaged, Charles. I can't see any wounds, and Angel did
say he was unconscious." Fred looked up at him and giggled.
couldn't help smiling back. "What?"
think I'm a little drunk." She giggled again. Fred felt as if she was
flying, the adrenaline rush from the fight and the alcohol making the world
leaned in to lift the southern belle to her feet. "I think you are.
Here," he handed her the knife, "I think this belongs to
Angel." He knelt down and checked the man over just to be sure. He
couldn't see any blood, except for a large bruise beginning to form on the
need to call an ambulance."
dokey." Fred waved the knife around, and Gunn wondered what he was
thinking? Fred had handled herself out there in battle, what was wrong with
her now? He got to his feet, and took back the knife.
on; let's get someone to help move him."
ya see Wes and me fight that demon, Charles? He had it comin'."
was pretty impressive, Fred." Charles agreed, although he hadn't seen
her and Wesley; he had been too busy with his own fight.
stopped short outside the kitchen doors when another scream pierced the
air. The jukebox was now silent; the barman was busy cleaning his bar in a
deliberate attempt at not wanting to look towards the group of people from
Wolfram and Hart, the people who were huddled around a creature that was
screaming. Gunn and Fred rushed past him to see what the problem was. They
stopped when they saw who the problem was.
was talking, Angel." Wesley had a hand out to touch his boss. Wesley
realised perhaps that would not be a smart move on his part, and withdrew
was?" Angel looked back at Lenny. "Sorry" he said, although
it sounded more like, "can I do it again?"
can take your fingers out of his ribs now, Angel."
ignored Wesley, and continued to stare at Lenny. "Shall I kill
you?" he asked thoughtfully and considered it.
up?" Gunn asked, moving up beside Lorne and Harmony.
seems as if we weren't the target of tonight's little escapade. Lenny here,
and his demon mates, were after a Thomas."
who is this Thomas?" Gunn asked Spike.
put his arm around Winifred as she leaned into him. "Some demon that
cheated these guys out of their hard-earned illegal stash. It seems as if
they don't like to be screwed over."
we know this Thomas?"
Wesley answered with an eye on Angel. "I haven't heard the name, but
your bottom dollar, that he is a client," Spike finished for him. He
too, had an eye on Angel; he wanted to see what Peaches was going to do.
we be able to touch this Thomas?" Lorne asked. He was unable to look
away from Angel.
have to look into it." Wesley nodded at Gunn, as if for help.
of, we need an ambulance for Michael in the back-"
Burkle decided that she did not want to stay around. Killing demons that
were intent on killing you was one thing, but to torture and kill one that
think I will go and wait in the kitchen with our patient." Fred took
one last look at Lenny as she turned to leave.
kill him," Harmony said, nodding at Lenny. And just like that, she
added, "Does this mean the party's over?"
the team at Wolfram and Hart; they'll take care of everything."
appealed to the vampire, as Gunn took out his phone. "Angel?"
found to his surprise, he was stepping over to his grand sire, and kneeling
beside him. The look on Angel's face was one he had seen numerous times
before. On Angelus, it was the look he had when contemplating the most
painful way of dispatching a victim.
like this bloke could save us some time." Spike waited a heartbeat,
and continued when Angel didn't move. "Looks like you broke him mate,
and when he goes running back to his pals, and tells what happened here,
they'll leave the place alone." Still no response.
tried again. "Word might even get back to Thom Ass. He'll be shaking
in his boots when he hears that we had to take care of his business."
Angel opened his mouth. "I doubt that." Everyone breathed a sigh
when Angel released the demon. "Spike just saved your worthless
hide." He stood. "Get out!"
demon scrambled up, cradling his hand, and limped as quickly as he could
out the door.
rose to his feet, giving Angel the room he apparently needed. The older
vampire stared after Lenny and, when he turned, Angel's face was in its
usual place: unreadable.
watched carefully as the mask Angel wore changed to concern.
everyone alright?" Angel asked, eyeing his friends.
just Jim Dandy, sugar pie," Lorne answered, before looking to Wesley.
think I need a pick-me-up though, after all the excitement." Lorne
left the group, Harmony trailing behind him, both of them making a beeline
for the bar.
his credit, the barkeep began to make up the drinks, the tremble in his
hands the only indication that he was shaken.
frowned. Angel had resorted to torture, and it wasn't the fact of the
torture that worried him, it was the relish with which Angel had performed
the odious task.
couple of bruises will be evident tomorrow, Angel. Do not worry yourself
about it." Wesley nodded at Charles, "Although, Gunn has a cut or
finished his call, interrupting Wesley to inform them that medical and the
clean-up crew were on their way.
them to look at you, and Harmony, if she needs it." Angel backed away,
edging for the door and freedom.
callin' it a night then?"
Spike and his mouth! Angel looked longingly at the door and back to his
evening was....fun, guys." Angel glanced at the demon corpses
littering the floor, his feet still moving. "Make sure that the place
is cleaned up, for the.....you know..."
be taken care of, boss." Gunn assured him. "One drink for the
road?" he asked, watching Angel getting closer to his escape.
pointed at the exit and his gaze followed his finger. "I think I need
to go.....do something. Yeah, there is something I need to do." His
dark eyes looked back at his crew.
we can help you with?" Wesley offered, knowing that Angel would turn
down his offer.
no...you guys stay, or go, whatever." Angel had reached the door; his
hand was on the wood.....
froze and glared at Spike. "No!" He lowered his voice.
"Stay. Spike, really! See you tomorrow." And he was gone.
Gunn and Spike stared at the closing door.
long moment later, Wesley spoke. "That was interesting."
thought we didn't do torture no more." Gunn said.
snorted at the two men. "Since when?"
Wesley tried to remember the last time Angel tortured someone. He came up
with nothing. "Since we took over Wolfram and Hart," was all he
wouldn't even torture Eve, remember?" Gunn reminded them both.
shrugged. "Well Eve is human; at least, we think she is. Lenny was a
demon, there is a difference."
is no difference, Percy. A being in pain, the pain that you inflicted, it's
all the same." Spike paused as the men considered his words.
think the rules have changed."
stalked purposefully past the doorman and out onto the street. His steps
faltered as he considered the limousine standing at the kerb. He decided to
ignore it, and turned about, scenting the air. Angel caught the faint aroma
of Lenny and made to follow the demon. No harm in checking up on it to see
if the truth had been told.
Angel moved away from the club, he reviewed in his mind the events of the
evening. He had tortured Lenny, and a sick part of him had savoured every
delicious moment of it. It hadn't taken much to reach inside his demon and
get in touch, as it were. Still, it had to be done. He had to use every
means at his disposal to fight this war, the war he had against evil; and
that meant the firm, Wolfram and Hart. Cordelia had said, "have at
it," and had been astounded that he wouldn't use force to question Eve.
Since when had his sensibilities gotten in the way of the good fight? The
rules had changed. His friends did not know that yet, but they would
turned the corner, and was gone.
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