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Deep Secrets	By : jacksmistress Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Ella sighed opening the door to Spike�s room. Last night was
the night from hell. After Gunn left, she sat up all night waiting from Spike
to come home. He didn�t come home until ten minutes before dawn. He�d been
plastered the moment he walked through the door and smelled of cheap perfume.
It made her sick to her stomach and she had no idea why. She didn�t know why
she cared if he slept around but, good god; she was worried sick about him. She
didn�t know if Spike had been knocked unconscious�.or something much, much
worse.

She stared at his sleeping form. He looked so dead but then
again he was dead. He was the walking dead. His bare leg hung off the side edge
of the bed making the sheet barely covering his left side. At the moment, it
only taunted her with the tight muscles near the crotch area. She looked away.
Her body raged with sorrow and anger.

God, why couldn�t this be so simple? Why couldn�t they just
be celebrating that he was considered a hero? Why did he have to put up the
fucking walls and act like an ass? She didn�t ask him to do this! She didn�t
want the fucking apartment if it was going to compromise their friendship.

Ella adjusted the laundry basket on her hip and started
walking around his room. She picked up his dirty clothes. They still smelled of
ash, smoke, beer, and cheap perfume. It was a lethal combination. She tossed
the clothes into the basket. She noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She
glanced over at Spike to make sure he was still sleeping before bending down and
picking up the paper. She placed the basket on to the ground before opening the
piece of paper. She was surprised to see the receipt. Ok she wasn�t surprised
by the fact it was a receipt but the fact it was a receipt for a dress store.
She read the price and her eyes almost popped out of her head. It was well over
a thousand dollars. Where in the world did he get a thousand�oh no�no, it
couldn�t be. She groaned.

Ella shoved the receipt into her pocket before grabbing her
basket and rushing out of the room. She closed the door softly before dropping
the basket to the floor and rushing to the phone. She picked it up and dialed
Angel�s phone number. She stood there tapping her foot impatiently.

�Angel,� a voice on the other line answered.

�Did you give him a thousand dollars to keep quiet?� Ella
asked bluntly.

�Ella! It�s good to hear from you. How is the apartment? Is
it to your tast��

�SHUT FUCK UP ABOUT THE FUCKINGAPARTMENT!
ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!� Ella screamed into the phone.

There was a short paused but she could hear him mutter
something incoherent. Her patience was running skinny to the point of breaking
in half. Angel was running a saw through it trying to get it to break.

�What was the question?� Angel finally said oddly calm.

She tried her hardest not to smash the phone in her hand.

�I asked; did you give Spike a thousand dollars to keep him
from Buffy?� She asked in a more calm voice but through her clenched teeth.

�Well no, I gave him ten thousand dollars to keep you and
him quiet, in addition of another five thousand if he didn�t discuss the
contract.� Angel said with authority in his voice. �When did he tell you about
the contract?�

�Spike didn�t. Gunn did.� Ella answered. �I want a new one
written up, pronto. The contract is cruel to him and me for that matter.�

�If that happens, Ella, then you�ll loose that apartment and
be left with nothing but the clothes on your back.� Angel explained. �Now is
that what you want?�

�Screw the fucking apartment! I don�t want it if you�re
going to use to make Spike your slave! If I have to come back down there and
renegotiate the contract then so fucking be it, but I will never�do you hear me
NEVER let you to make Spike your fucking bitch!�

She slammed down the phone on the holder before running her
hands over her face. She let out a harsh breath before turning around. She
jumped to see Spike standing there wearing only his jeans. He looked right
pissed. Of course, if she were awaken by yelling after getting drunk, she would
be angry too.

�Who was on the phone, love?� Spike asked stiffly.

Ella put on her stone face and walked around him. She took
another quieter breath before she picked up the laundry basket.

�Angel,� She said nonchalantly.

�What did the big poof say that set you into brassed off
slayer mood?�

She opened the singled doors revealing the washer and dryer.
She opened the washer door then placed the basket on top of the dryer.

�Nothing too serious.� Ella said
not looking at him. �It�s no big deal, Spike.�

She started putting clothes into the washer but she could
feel his eyes on her.

�I can hear your heart, pet.�

�Wow, and that�s a news flash, since you�re a vampire.�

�You�re upset. What happened on the bleeding phone?�

She slammed the washer door and whipped around at him. She
looked at him as anger filled her. She was so angry, hurt, and everything else
in between.

�Who was the dress for, Spike? Who did you buy a thousand
dollar dress for?� Ella asked

Spike stood there stunned for a moment before anger raged on
to his face.

�Did you go through my bloody things last night?� Spike
yelled.

�Just answer the question.� Ella said angrily.

�Fine, if you must know, I bought the bloody dress for you!�
Spike snapped.

Ella stood there stunned as her anger melted away to shame
and guilt. He had bought her a dress. It was a very sweet thing to do. Spike
had to have done something wrong. The question was how bad did he screw up?

�I know where you got the money, Spike. I�m going down to
Angel�s office and I�m going to renegotiate the contract. He�s buying us off
with these things that are destroying you and me. It�s not right! I do not want
to lose our friendship because of a stupid apartment and more upper-class
things. It�s not worth it.�

�That�s right riches for you, pet, but the deed is done.�

She shook her head.

�No, it�s not. If I have to walk to work and live in my
office, fine. Then I will, but I will not live here at the expense of your
dignity.�

�You�re becoming a broken record, love. You�ve said that
before.�

Ella smirked. �Maybe
it�s because you�re dense and it needs to get through your thick skull.� She teased.

Spike let out a breath before standing in front of her.

�Don�t go through my things again, you got it, love? No more
of your bloody snooping.�

�Now hold on! I didn�t snoop. I was getting your dirty
clothes and I found the receipt on the floor. It�s not my fault you�re careless
of hiding your things.�

Spike stared at her to make sure she understood him.

�You heard me, don�t snoop through my things.� Spike
repeated before heading back to his room. �Oh, and pet, when you go down to
Angel�s office, if he gives you any problems, give him a good kick of his ass.�

Ella let out a soft laugh.

�All right, I�ll give him a good run for his old vampire
ass.� Ella agreed. �Now go sleep your hangover off.�

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the lobby. Ella
walked off the elevator and sighed. She felt like she was in a war of custody
with an ex-spouse. Though it was something much more to it than who was going
to get the house. Spike�s dignity was on the line and even if he was too proud
about it, she was going to fight for it. She owed it to him. He helped her when
no one else believed in her before the big fight. Buffy thought she was going
to die but it seemed that only Spike knew that she was going to make it through
it alive. Spike was the only one who truly believed she was slayer material.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

One month and a week ago�

�Ella, you just can�t
be a slayer.� Buffy said to her solemnly. �You�re too reckless when it comes to
slaying. You have to be on alert and take no thought in killing a vampire.�

Ella stood there
biting her lip trying not to smart mouth her. The last time she did that, Giles
made her train for three extra hours without rest. It was something she really
did not want to experience again but she had to admit, after she had done that,
she was a lot stronger and prepared than the rest of the girls. But it seemed
it didn�t matter since Buffy was playing favorites. She was given the chance to
choose a slayer she would have chosen Kennedy as the next slayer, because she
had �the attitude�.

It boiled her blood
that Buffy thought she was so great. She died the first time she was made a
slayer, so why did she even try? If she made it through without dying the
moment she became slayer then she would be better than Buffy.

�You seem hesitant to
kill Spike.� Ella said crossing her arms. �He�s a vampire and he�s not dusted.�

�She has a point,
Buff.� Xander said with a shrug.

Ella watched as Buffy
glared at Xander before turning her attention back on her. She had her hands on
her hips with a frustrated look.

�Look, Ella, I would
send you home if I could but Giles says we can�t send any potential home
because they are needed for the fight. Just be prepared that this fight might
be the last fight of your life.� Buffy warned before going
upstairs followed by Xander.

Ella stood there
stunned for a moment before slowly sinking to the blue mat. She stared ahead a
bit surprised and a bit hurt but Buffy had to single out someone. She couldn�t
be this great leader as she wanted people to think.

�Just ignore her,
pet,� a British voice said from the stairway.

Ella looked up and saw
Spike standing there. She stared at him a moment before looking away.

�I should probably
leave.� Ella whispered.

�Right, and let them
win? Have you lost your bloody mind?� Spike asked walking down the last step
and standing in front of her. �Buffy isn�t exactly thinking straight right
now.�

Ella looked up at him
a bit stunned. She shook her head as she got up from the mat.

�You love her, how��

�Doesn�t mean I can�t
say when she�s being an uptight bitch. She�s just too bloody stressed from the
bleeding friends and the arrogant potential girls upstairs. You�ll help the
fight, love. Don�t let them underestimate you.� Spike said walking closer.

�I�m not strong,
Spike. I shouldn�t even be here.� Ella said trying to push past him, except he
grabbed her arm.

�Then let�s prove them
wrong.�

�How exactly, are we
going to do that?�

�We�ll train. Just you
and I when everyone is consumed doing their own bleeding thing. We�ll sprawl
outside. I�ll help you get strong.�

�But why would you��

�Don�t ask questions,
pet. Just be grateful.�

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ella sighed as she placed her hand on the door knob that
went to Angel�s office. Spike trained her for four hours a night for two weeks
to the point that she was almost as strong as a slayer. He had confidence in
her but it seemed he had confidence in Buffy too and for some reason it bugged
her. She heard him comforting Buffy the night before the huge battle. She
wondered if he actually meant the things he had said. She mentally shook it
off. It didn�t matter now. She had to keep reminding herself that. Everything
that happened in Sunnydale didn�t matter anymore because the place was gone and
Spike was alive.

He was the only thing left in her life that mattered. It was
a weird thing to think of but it was true. If she couldn�t fight for him, then
she couldn�t live her life the way she wanted to. It sounded weird to be so
protective of a vampire that out lived her by hundred plus years but someone
had to be protective of him.

Ella opened the door putting on her strong, stern face. She
would get the contract reversed and create a better one. A
contract that would have nothing to do with Spike being Angel�s lap dog.

�Ella! Good to see you, please come in,� Angel greeted.

She looked at him suspiciously before walking in and taking
a seat in one of the black, over stuffed, leather chairs. She crossed her legs
making sure her professional skirt did not rise up on her. She looked
professional with her light gray dress suit.

�Hello, Angel,� She said in a professional voice. �Let�s cut
the chit-chat and get down to strictly business. You made an outrageous
contract with Spike and I want a new one written up with better terms. It�s
better for everyone that way.�

�This is really sad. Spike has sent his slayer-wanna-be to
do his dirty work.� Angel said with a shake of his head.

�Angel, don�t try me. Just write up a new contract with new
terms and no one gets hurt.� Ella threatened.

Angel let out a chuckle that made Ella�s skin crawl. He was
pushing all the wrong buttons. Then again, maybe he was trying to. If he pushed
her far enough, they would get into another fight. She stopped and thought.
Maybe that wouldn�t be such a bad thing. Then again it can�t look good if they
got into another fight a second day in a row.

�I�m willing to negotiate with you on a civilized matter. I
wouldn�t jeopardize that if I were you,� Angel warned getting up. �Now what
were the terms you had in mind?�

�You eliminate having Spike as your personal assistant. Second, you will allow us to do what we want.
If we want to talk to Buffy, we will but we will not have to report to you nor
will we have to tiptoe around you.� Ella said strictly. �Third, you will not
interfere with what ever Spike does. He is my problem so deal with it. Fourth,
give me a bigger office. Fifth, Spike will be head of security. He will be
given a big office and YOU will discuss with him the security issues of this
place. Got it? Good. Now I�ll run these terms to your head lawyer and have him
write out the contract. I expect to see your signature on it and on my desk in
the morning. Goodbye, Angel.�

She got up and left without him even saying another word.
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