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Key.
o * Sentences/ words with asterisks around them, and are in italics are direct thoughts *.
o Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
o “Italics with speech marks” signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
o Bold is Onomatopoeia.
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A/N- read on!
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Chapter 3- Demons.
“Cordy?” Angel grinned and scooped the woman up in a bear hug. He set her down. “When did you wake up?”
“About an hour ago. The traffic in LA’s not changed. Now where was I? Oh yes. Demons! They’re all demons!” She cried, pointing at Amy and Buffy’s abdomens.
“Really?” Connor asked.
“Yes! They’re ugly, growing, baby demons!”
“Oh, sure, blame it on the demons.”
Angel froze when he heard the Irish accent floating in through the door. “Doyle…” He ‘breathed’.
“Hi Angel.” He sauntered in. “What? Thought you’d lost me, did ye? Well, you didn’t. Well, actually, you did. But I’m back now, PTB and all that, you know.” Shaking his head, Doyle went up to the pregnant girls. “Got yourself in a right fix, didn’t yer?”
“Wot’s ’appenin’ then?” Spike scowled.
“Don’t know.”
“But you just said…”
Doyle looked at him. “Sure I did, but the Powers that Be didn’t tell me what was goin’ on, just that I was needed.”
“Needed how?” Angel asked Doyle, who shrugged. Then, turning away, he started to whistle a tune.
Spike gasped, while Amy frowned in recognition and puzzlement.
“Recognise it do ye?”
“Course I bloody well do. That’s the song the first used to trigger me!” Spike shouted.
“That song your mom used to sing to you?” Buffy asked.
“Early One Morning.” Amy nodded.
“What are the words, and what do you mean, trigger?” Wesley asked.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t work anymore.” Buffy reassured.
“What are the words?” Wesley asked again.
Spike rolled his eyes, and began to sing: “Early one mornin’
Just as the sun was risin’,
I heard a fair maid sing
In a valley down below.
Oh don’t deceive me,
Oh never leave me,
How could you use a
Poor maiden so?”
“Oh.” Wesley said, rather speechless after Spike’s performance.
“Bravo, well sung!” Lorne said, clapping his hands. “At least someone in this sorry group can sing,” he said, giving Angel a meaningful glance.
“I’m not that bad.” Angel said, defending himself. Cordelia snorted.
“Well, now I know the words, but that doesn’t explain why it was used as a trigger for you, or why it’s meaningful now.” Wesley mused.
“It was me mum, wasn’t it, that sang it all the time. It was her favourite song.” Spike reminded him.
“Ah yes, didn’t you say you killed your mother?”
Spike nodded.
“What? You killed Mama? You killed? And what’s this trigger thing, anyway?” Amy asked, backing away from Spike, fearfully.
“Yes Amy, I killed her, alright?! And she wasn’t the only one.” Spike roared, losing control of his temper. “I killed more. Women, children, husbands. I know how it feels to ram a railroad spike in their heads, how it feels to drain their life out of them. I know what buttons to press to get the loudest scream; and I know just when to stop, to make them suffer!”
Tears rolled down Amy’s cheeks. “But…”
“I’m not him, Aims, I’m not William. Not anymore. Not since 1880. I never will be again, understand? I’m a monster, an evil thing!” With that, Spike turned and strode out of the door, slamming it behind him.
“What was that all about?” Someone said, as the door opened again.
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