Hell Is In the Details | By : SpikesHeart Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hell Is In the Details – Chapter 15 – Flesh and Blood
With a final push, Buffy got off the chair,
wiping her hands on her skirt.
Angel couldn’t help but yell,
a look of panic in his eyes as he waited to dust.
“Yo, Blondie! Head’s up!”
Buffy looked towards the back of the room,
just as Gunn tossed something her way – catching it on the fly. A quick look at
the object in her hands, and she knew things were about to heat up. She placed
the bag with the receipt and silver ring in front of the annoyed vampire.
“Would you
mind explaining this to me, lover? Why do you
have one of Spike’s silver thumb rings?”
~Keep
calm, she can’t possibly know anything.~ Angel smiled. “Simple,
really. If it is his, at all. It probably just
fell off his finger and the housecleaning staff left it on my desk. How can you
be so sure it’s Spike’s?”
It was Buffy’s turn to smile – unpleasantly.
“You know that Spike and I had had a long standing sexual relationship, right?
I mean, you claimed to have smelt him all over me in Sunnydale.”
Angel looked very uneasy. “Yeah, well, it’s
not something that fills me with joy to think about. Still doesn’t tell me how
you know that’s his ring.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll explain. Spike was
rather… shall we say, imaginative. He could have me screaming in less than a
minute flat with the help of that very ring, so I’ve got to tell you – I could
identify it blindfolded. Have, in fact. Many, many times.”
Ha! Stuff tin yin your pipe and smoke it,
buster!
There were two vampires and four humans in
attendance. Buffy’s smirk graced the only closed mouth in the office.
“Ooops! Was that
just a little TMI for the crowd? So sorry.” Her peripheral vision registered
Angel’s movement behind her. One smooth move behind her back and a flick of her
wrist later, a spare stake was embedded in the chair, next to Angel’s head.
“Did I not make myself very clear about the
whole not-moving thingy before? Besides, my little party’s just beginning.”
Buffy removed the ring from the plastic bag and placed it on her middle finger.
It was a bit loose, but she gained some measure of comfort knowing it was out
of Angel’s possession for good.
She removed the receipt from the bag.
“Okay, back to lawyery mode. I feel I’ve established
the identity of the ring’s proper owner – now it’s time to move on to the next
item. This receipt says you delivered some sort of property to a place called
Dante’s, and it was signed for by a… Pret? It makes me wonder what the hell it was that you
delivered.”
Focus, Buffy – don’t let this get away from you. “I mean, in the short time I’ve been back with you, I’ve seen
you delegate everything from chairing meetings with important clients to
picking up your dry cleaning to your little minions. They hop and bow and
scrape for Angel, the King of Wolfram & Hart. Why would tak take the time
to hand deliver something worth what? A dollar?”
They stared at each other from across the
desk, neither combatant giving an inch in theittlettle of wills.
“This would be a lovely time to actually
say something, Angel,” she muttered. “You wanna tell
me just what kind of a place Dante’s is? ‘Cause if not, I can always get
someone to help you out.”
Angel glowered. This certainly didn’t bode
well for him, but maybe – if he got
really lucky - she was just blowing smoke, and he’d come out of this with
just his dignity slightly frayed.
“It’s been awhile, Buff,” Angel mused, making
an arrogant play of checking over the receipt. “Dante’s… let me think. Oh yeah,
Dante’s. A demon club with a strict no-humans policy.
The owner and I knew each other way back in the day… and I was just repaying an
old debt. The money was just token – making it legal.
No biggie, baby. I got rid of something I didn’t want, and he got something he
did. Don’t tell me you’re coming down on a fair trade now, are you?”
This time, the scuffle from the back of the
room was Gunn, restraining a visibly angered Lorne.
Buffy seethed. How could he be such a
callous bastard? He had to know how close he was to being exposed, and yet he sat
there playing to the crowd, so sure of himself.
“Um, you guys?” Harmony raised her hand,
desperately looking like she had something to say.
“Not now, Harmony. Can’t you see we’re in
the middle of something here?” Wes snapped.
“Fine,” the vampiress
sulked. “Just don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”
Lorne walked over to Buffy. Handing her the
framed document, he whispered, “I think it’s time, cupcake. The crowd is
growing restless, if you catch my drift.”
Buffy nodded, gripping the frame tightly in
her hands. She took a deep breath, stilling within herself, ready to confront
Angel head on and forever destroying the remnants of their once perfect love.
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