Still The Same: Part Two
A/N: Hello! This is the second part to my story 'Still the Same.' Just a word of warning...I highly suggest you read that story first otherwise you'll be mega-confused :] Thanks for reading! I hope everyone enjoys it! :]
Prologue
“How in the hell did I end up living with you, again?”
“Well, I guess the best things in life are free, mate.”
“So when you went crazy, after the First, you never fully recovered, did you?”
The bleach-blonde vampire laughed. “No, I guess not.”
“I just wish I knew…”
“What she saw in that git?”
“I mean, she gave me the whole cookie-dough---”
“If you tell me the cookie-dough speech one more time, I promise I’ll stake ya myself.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Look, I think she’s right. Yeah, we both love her. But she loves someone else. They’re getting married. I think we need to respect her for that and try to move on ourselves, like she said.”
The (original) vampire with a soul nodded and smirked.
“Still thinking that she’ll change her mind and come running back to you?”
“What? It could happen.”
“No, you’re right. She’s right. We have to leave her be. At least until she’s ready to see us again.”
“You mean no more nightly stalkings?”
The bleach-blonde vampire motioned down to the street below, where a young, blonde woman and bronze-haired man were fighting a vampire.
Angel rolled his eyes. “We should go, Spike. It’s going to be light soon.”
The vampires jumped down off of the roof top that they were standing on, into an adjacent alley way.
“So, are we ever going to let her know that we moved here? I mean, she’s bound to see us eventually.” Spike asked.
“We’ll be safe for awhile. The wedding’s tomorrow and the last time I had heard, they were going away to the islands for their honeymoon.”
“And after that? We can’t hide forever, mate. Someone’s going to see us and run off and tell Buffy. Knowing the way our luck has turned recently, I wouldn’t count on it being Xander, Willow or Giles.”
“No, you’re right. We can’t hide forever.” Angel agreed. “We’ll figure something out. Not tonight though. I’m tired.”
Spike let out a boisterous laugh.
“Oh yeah? Long night of sitting on a rooftop watching the Slayer and her love puppy pummel our brethren? You’ve most definitely acquired the right to be tired.” he said, sarcastically.
“Spike---shut up. Besides, if you didn’t want to be there, you could’ve left. Or not even come along at all.”
Spike stopped walking. “Whoa, mate. Let’s not go that far.”
Angel rolled his eyes again. “Let’s go, then, captain peroxide. I don’t want to end up as dust blowing in the wind. Besides, you and I both know that if it ever came down to it, she wouldn‘t pick you.”
