TITLE: Opium
AUTHOR: JSlayerUK
EMAIL: fanfics@bloodandkittens.cjb.net
FEEDBACK: I want it as much as I want ice on a hot day... okay, that was lame. Seriously though, I need it. It's the only way I'll learn.
ARCHIVE/DISTRIBUTION: As for now, my site only. But if you want it (can't imagine why) just give me a heads up about it.
SUMMARY: Solving the issue of Angel in a box using the infernal crossover we all desperately want.
SPOILERS: Season 3 of Angel, Season 6 of Buffy. If you haven't seen this season of Angel, the first few parts serve as a pretty good summary.
CONTENT/WARNINGS: Not so much to warn about. Ahhh... the joys of post Tomorrow/Grave fiction... This is thought and things in *s are emphasis. Just in case you didn't know...
RATING: 12 for now, it may get worse, haven't decided. There's bunches of subtext and implied stuff, but if you don't get it, then it doesn't matter obviously. I'm not good at writing smut, therefore I do not write it. I honour the Fade-To-Black system.
DISCLAIMER: All hail the almighty Joss. Nothing is mine, apart from Spike. He sits in my lair chained to a wall for my amusement. Hehehe...
DEDICATION: This is dedicated to Portal 388. You know who you are.
NOTE: I'm an insane lunatic and this is my first Buffy fic. I'm in severe want of a beta reader. It's all wrong. It's wrong. I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong please! Please don't forgive me! Please... please don't!
 
 

3. Attempted Murder

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We moved into the hotel further. It's a nice hotel, Grandsire's done well for himself.

            "I don't want to impose on you lot, but you don't have any blood, do you? Don't worry, animal blood will do. I don't care all too much."

            "You haven't eaten already? Loads of people in Los Angeles, I would think a vampire of your type would have killed a whole street by now."

I'm nipping this guy in the bud, right here right now.

            "I don't feed off people. Not my style. And what's your problem anyway?"

            "Well, the last time one of Angel's relatives came round we had a few problems."

Problems? Oh yes. Dru had told me that Darla was back about a year ago. Right before I almost killed her for Buffy. Not that it mattered what happened, but I just wanted to get better acquainted with everyone. Didn't want to put my foot in it.

Things went quiet for a while. As I sat down on the couch, I watched them as they moved around the hotel. Making tea, fetching blood etc. There's a bond between Fred and the Warrior. I could sense it. Dating? Possibly. They seem nice enough, once you get past his wanting to kill me. As for the Watcher Mark 2... He's tense. Maybe he shouldn't be here. Doesn't matter. I find my darling Sire, and I'm headed back to Sunnydale. To repent. Ask forgiveness. She's back. With dark red liquid in a glass. Nice.

Then before I know it there's an arm wrapped around my neck and a stake curving itself towards my heart. If I needed to breathe I'd be worried. I pushed myself up off his body and flipped over his head landing behind him and then kicked him at the base of his spine. He fell but quickly got up again. Nimble lad this one was. He brought his right fist round to hit me, but he reeled back at first, classic sign. I blocked easily and used an uppercut on him to throw him off. And yet up he gets up again. There is no stopping this boy! He aims for my stomach with a clear punch. It hurts. Oh how it hurts. But I've fought many slayers in my time, and walked away from all of them, leaving two of them dead, and one of them shagged rotten. No spry pubescent will be the end of me. He aims a second at my stomach. I grab his arm, bang it near the elbow for pain and effect, swing it round and hold him tight. He can't move. Good thing too.

            "What the HELL is with you people TRYING TO KILL ME!!!"

The boy is struggling. I'm not letting him go. Today will not have a dusty ending. All the others can do is stare at me. Like I've attacked Jesus or something.

            "Oh for God's sake. We had a deal, people! I didn't do anything! I'm not going to kill anyone, apart from this lad if he doesn't bloody well stop squirming..."

            "You stopped him."

Fred was surprised. Had she never seen Angel fight before?

            "Well, of course I did. Now I think we need to explain some things. Like how you agreed not to kill me and then short stuff here doesn't even let me get a drink."

            "I can't believe you stopped him."

And now the Warrior was staring at me. Had he forgotten that vampires could fight?

            "Right. Promise me you will keep away, and then we can sit and have a calm talk, yes?"

            "Right. Err... Conner? Sit down. He's all right; we don't want to kill him. William, I think you should come back here. This may take a while."

The eyes of everyone in the room agreed. This was going to take a while.

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