(I can’t believe that bitch) Spike thought to himself angrily as he picked himself up off the floor and rearranged his leather duster. (She can’t just throw me out of the room after admitting she has a crush on the old Spikey…well I guess she can) He exhaled and turned to face the now closed door, a smirk appearing on his face. With that he threw a ‘have a nice day then love’ at the closed door and started off to ward’s his sire’s office.
After shoving Spike out of her office, Cassandra leaned against the door. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose trying to dispel the growing tension in her head…but it didn’t seem to be working. Focusing on her mate and using the power of will plus the magicks within her, she willed her mate to appear before her. She hadn’t used this much power in a long time and she could feel the affects it was having but she needed Paris with her so badly that she was willing to be weak for a few days. She forced herself into a deep meditation and brought an image of Paris to her mind. The magicks of the Earth responding to her; winds buffeted her where she stood, the ground shook Cassandra opened her eyes, which were now jet black and whispered a single word ‘Paris’. The ground suddenly stopped shaking – there was a cloud of smoke and from that smoke emerged Paris.
‘Anyone else feel that?’ said Angel, looking around his office. The members of Angel Inc. just glared at him as if to say ‘duh’. ‘I take that as a yes then’ Spike appeared in the doorway of the office only greeting Fred with a nod of the head and pointedly ignoring everyone…expect Wesley.
‘Oi, Watcher. Just seen someone you may be interested to hear about.’ Wesley rolled his eyes at the vampire and replied, ‘this better be good Spike. I’m not in the mood for games today, especially after that rather strong earthquake.’
‘Alright, ‘Giles’, ever heard of a chick called Cassandra?’ Spike then sneaked a look at Angel’s reaction. This was down right genuine surprise then pain as he remembered the pain he had caused her as Angelus, ‘that’s right Angel, that little wisp of a girl you tortured, works in this very building. Odds are that was her little earthquake.’
Wesley’s brow was furrowed in concentration and remembrance of his old days at ‘Watcher School’.
‘Spike I said I was tired of games. If I remember correctly from my specific training to become a Watcher, Cassandra was a Slayer who was turned into a vampire. Does she really exist? I thought she was a myth.’
While this little exchange was going, downstairs in Cassandra’ basement apartment Paris was getting his breathe (so to speak) back after being teleported half way round the world. He swayed slightly on the room and then turned around slowly to face Cass. Paris, the son of Agamemnon, the decades had been extremely good to him. He was 6” 4, tanned, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair; he had kept the traditional Greek look and would always pass for 10 years younger than he had been when he had been turned. He would eternally pass for a 21 year old Greek god.
‘Love, never do that again…or don’t try to do it again. Feel’s weird,’ with that he strode over lifted her onto his hips and kissed her hard. The kiss took her by surprise; it was filled with enough passion to make it feel as if they had been parted 100 years instead of a mere 20. She closed her eyes and met fire with fire as she’s always done. He abruptly let her go and looked into her eyes with the look of knowing something was wrong.
‘What have you done?’
‘My cover’s been blown by the most unlikely source…Spike. You remember him?
‘Shit, you’re kidding me?! Well better go and confront our opposition’
‘Huh? Why? I don’t wanna go there. Paris, if Spike’s here that means he’s here. I can I see him again after what he did?’
‘The great Cassandra, afraid? Since when did this happen,’ she lowered her eye level, ‘don’t let him know you were afraid. Show them how Slaying is really done’ she brought her eyes to Paris’s, her gaze hardened, determined, a small smirk appearing and with that she grabbed Paris’s hand and started towards the door.
‘I thought she was a myth,’ said Wesley, with that there was a rolling fog out of which strode two figures, who were whispered about but spoke of as if they didn’t exist…the primary rule forgotten, they were revealing themselves to the world once again. They stopped in the middle of the room, then they turned toward each other vamped out and Cassandra sauntered over to Spike, ‘tattle tale,’ she whispered into his ear which she bit. Spike winced but held his ground, as she seductively licked her lips and walked confidently to the desk behind which sat the person she feared the most. There had once been a possible romantic link between them, not anymore. Cassandra wanted no more than to give him the revenge he so deserved.
‘Hello lover’ she said.
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