Shades of gray- Story 2 {BtVS/Supernatural}

5. Alliances & Arguments

A/N: I'm trying to get this one out so I can get the rest of the series out but this one has a few chapters to go, so here's the next! Characters aren't mine, some dialouge from twiztv.com

Giles sat in a chair with his hands bound behind his back, bleeding from the rope burns. Angelus was sitting in a chair behind him and watching Giles as he cleaned his glasses. He breathed on the lenses, polished them, and inspected his work.

“Rupert, buddy... I'm here to tell you, I'm impressed,” he chuckled as he dropped the cleaning cloth, got up and went over to Giles. “Hey. Uh...” he slid on the glasses, “How you holdin' up?”

Giles looked up at him weakly, “Never... better.”

“Glad to hear it,” He knelt next to him, and Giles hissed painfully, “Now... tell me when it hurts.” He smirked.

Dean left, saying he was going to check on Sam, and to call when it was time, so Buffy and Spike eyed each other as they headed up the walk to her house. Just then Joyce pulled up in her Jeep and noticed them from her open window. “Buffy?!” She cried out, and Buffy gave her a glance, but went right back to watching Spike. Joyce stopped the car, “Where have you been?” She got out; still asking questions “Are you okay?” She ran over to her, freaking out. “The police were here! I've been looking for you! I saw Dean and he said you were going home, what’s going on Buffy?”

“Mom, let's, let's go inside, and I can explain,” Buffy told her softly. But Joyce was hysterical, and demanded, “Who is this man?”

She asked Spike, “Who are you?” She turned back to Buffy and asked again, “Are you okay?”

“Mom! I'm-I'm okay,” Buffy tried to assure her.

“Buffy, terrible things have happened. What were you doing?”

“What, your mum doesn't know?” Spike asked Buffy, who just glared at Spike.

“Know what?” Joyce asked, confused.

Buffy faced her mom, “That I'm, uh... in a band. A-a rock band with Spike here,” she shot Spike a look, and he hurriedly agreed to play along, saying; “Right. She plays the, the triangle.”

“Drums,” Buffy corrected with another look and a half smile for her mother’s sake. “Drums, yeah. She's, uh, hell on the old skins, you know.” Spike continued, not at all convincingly.

“Hmm. And, uh, what do you do?” Joyce asked him skeptically.

“Well, I sing.”

“You know what? Why don't we go inside, and, and we can talk about this,” Buffy interrupted, nodding at the door. She started toward the door, and Joyce and Spike followed.

“I'm, I'm not sure how I feel about this.” Joyce said, and Buffy turned around to face her.

Suddenly a vampire rushed across the porch, pushed Buffy and Spike aside and jumped down the steps at Joyce, ready to fight. She screamed in fright and backpedaled, while Buffy grabbed him by the shoulders from behind and forced him around to face Spike. She pulled out a stake as Spike punched the vamp in the face. Spike's last blow sent the vampire spinning around and away, and Buffy thrust the stake into his chest, and he instantly crumbled to dust. Joyce just stared in shock at the ash, and Spike stepped down from the porch and glared at the used-to-be vampire.

“One of Angel's boys,” he said to Buffy who nodded.

“Yeah, probably watching me, or you.”

“Yeah. He won't get a chance to tattle on us now.”

Joyce looked back up at Buffy, utterly confused, “Buffy... what... is going on?” Buffy looked at her mother for a moment, exchanged a look with Spike and realized that it was time to come clean. She stepped up to her mom and met her confused gaze, hoping against hope for understanding. “Mom... I'm a Vampire Slayer.”