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Like Father, Like Son
(episode to follow “Enlightenment”)
Prologue
Caritas. It’s a slow night. The Host is intently watching a fiearell demon. The one like Giles turned into in New Man. Spike comes up from behind the Host puts his hand on his shoulder.
Spike: You the host?
The Host: ( in a hushed tone) Yes, I am, welcome to Caritas.
Spike: Seat taken?
The Host: (Smiles flirtatiously) Is now.
Spike has something in his hand, not really shown we see him lean over and put it down and takes a seat next to the host.
The Host goes back to watching the fiearell demon.
The demon is grunting to Bang Your Head.
Spike: (watching, amused) Bloody fiearell demons!
The Host: Tell me about it, I tried to explain to him I couldn’t speak his language but he insisted on singing any way. Now, I’m getting his future with no way to tell him.
Spike: I could tell him for you.
The Host: You speak Fiearell?
Spike: Yeah…s’not so complicated a language really.
The Host makes a nevermind hand gesture.
The Host: Thanks for the offer but, I think it’d be best if we didn’t tell him anyway.
Spike: Really how’s that?
The Host: You’d have to tell him he’s going to die tomorrow and I don’t think * I’d * want to be the reciprocating messenger on the other end of that deal … if you get my drift.
Spike: Good point.
The demon ends, the Host claps and motions for a waiter.
The Host (to waiter) Could you be a dear and tell Mr. Fiearell, I’ll be with him in a moment? (Waiter nods and leaves)
The Host: I’m sorry, how rude of me… in the midst of all this I still haven’t found out your name.
Spike: It’s Spike.
ACT 1
The Host: Nice to meet you. Spike..huh.(looks at him for a moment) Well it suits you. What can I do for you this evening?
Spike: Well I came here for two problems really, the first…
The Host: Wait, wait, already picking up on it, it has to do with a girl right?
Spike: Thought I had to sing first.
The Host: You do, I’m just very familiar with you Vampirey types.(sarcastically) It’s * always * about the girl. (smiles) Continue.
Spike: And well…(gives the host an on second thought look) maybe I should just sing first.
The Host: (Gives him a wide toothy smile) What ever makes you comfortable sugar! What number will you be gracing us with tonight?
Spike: Well, I know it’s a karaoke bar and all but I was wond’rin….
The Host: Yes..
Spike: (picks up his guitar off the floor) Do you read live acts as well?
The Host: (excited) Absolutely! Oh, I’m thrilled!! Am I about to watch a real live musician in action?!
Spike: (tries to grin modestly, doesn’t come off well) Guess you could say that.
Spike takes out his guitar walks up to the stage, puts the guitar on his shoulder. The shoulder strap is actually a black leather belt with strings attached to hold the guitar. He walks up to the mike and says:
Spike: Well Kurt, since your not here to sing this song any more, guess I’m bloody going to have to sing it for ya.
He breaks out into his own acoustic version of “Heart Shaped Box”
Spike:
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back
Scene change:
Angel Investigations.
Cordy and Gunn and Wes are having contest to see who can get their pencil to stick to the ceiling. Gunn throws his up first.
Gunn: Now see, that’s how it’s done, you just shoot it up there like a stake through some vamp heart and * BAM *,(claps his hands for emphasis) stuck like glue. (The pencil falls from the ceiling and hits him in the head)
Cordy: Stuck like glue huh…watch this.
She throws hers up, it sticks, she smiles proudly and Angel walks in.
Angel: (amused) Is there an entrance fee this time or can anyone join?
They all look at him sort of taken aback at his joke.
Angel: What?
Wes: Oh, it’s nothing, we’re just not used to you….
Angel: Joining in on the fun?
Cordy: Well…*yeah*!
Angel: I know. Guess I got tired of all I was missing out on.
Picks up a pencil and throws it up. The pencil completely disappears into the ceiling stucco all save for the eraser at the end.
Angel: (looks back down, grins) Do I win?
All three at the same time, nodding , leery. Oh, yeah..you win. * Definitly * the winner. Angel smiles and sits down on a chair by the door.
Cordelia: (mutters to Wes) Remind me not to let him in on the rubber band shooting contest.
Scene change to Caritas. Spike is finishing up.
Spike: Hey, Wait I've got a new complaint..Forever in debt to your priceless advice…advice….
The song ends with a short guitar lick. Spike stops and gets off the stage, walks over to the host who is clapping emphatically.
The Host: Oh that was just magnificent, I can’t tell you just how magnificent. And not only that but very appropriate too!
Spike shrugs puts his guitar back in it’s case on the floor and sits back down in his chair.
The Host: Would you consider maybe performing here sometime?
Spike: (looks down and grins) It’s a possibility, you know occasionally, nothing regular.
The Host: Even if it’s only that you will still have made my whole millennium, hell, make it the past two millenniums. Enough of me, on to you.
Spike takes out a cigarette and lights it, sits back and puts his feet up on the chair opposite them and looks at the host intently.
Spike: Well, what’d you see?
The Host: First off let me tell you, you are a man whose emotion cup runneth over! There are so many vibes coming off of you I thought I was going to have to put on a safety suit !
Spike: Really, is that so?
The Host: You bet cha. And I was surprised to discover you’re a sire ling of Angel’s.. aren’t you?
Spike: That’s right…dear old dad, you know him do you?
The Host: Why yes, we’re good friends, I guess you could say. He didn’t send you?
Spike: (adamantly) No. And please do me a favor; don’t tell him you saw me either.
The Host: So I take it your not in town for a family reunion then.
Spike: Not planning on it this time…( sarcastically) maybe next.
The Host: Family, they can be such a bother, can’t they?
Spike: If your speaking of mine…(rolls his eyes) definitely
The Host: And I was right, you are here for the girl…surprise, surprise, like father like son eh?
Spike: (smirks at the irony) If you only knew. (takes a drag off of his cigarette and flicks the ashes into the ash tray) But did’ja pick up on the other?
The Host: I think so but tell me anyway what else did you want to know?
Spike: What the “bleeding hell” am I now?
Scene Change: Back to Angel Investigations. It’s just Angel, Wes and Cordy now. Gunn is gone.
Cordy: So how’d the Spike Encounter go?
Angel: There wasn’t one. I went to the crypt that Willow told me he lived in, but his stuff was gone, it was empty except for a hot plate and dirty ashtray. That’s how I knew he’d been there. That and plus I could still smell him.
Cordy: Oh the smelling thing again, tell me is it all vampires you can smell or just the one’s you’re related to.
Angel: I can smell them all… but my relatives I can smell the strongest, we share the same blood.
Wes: I’m sorry tell me again how you and Spike are related?
Angel: I’m his Sire.
Wes: That’s surprising because all the books I’ve seen on William the Bloody and all the stories I’ve heard say that this Drusilla was his Sire.
Angel: Well, she started out to be but it didn’t quite work out that way.
1880 London, William’s gravesite.
Darla: Oh, Angelus, this * really * is such a waste of time! Let’s leave, I’m hungry and there’s a new ship coming in full of juicy hot red blooded sailors. (grabs his arm looking up coaxingly) If we leave now we can catch them!
Angelus: Patience my love, well make it and with our new one in tow.
Darla: (perturbed) Really, I don’t understand why you’re doing this.
Angelus: I told you love, for Dru.
Darla: Such a Daddy’s girl! I hope you know she has you completely wrapped around her little finger. You’re going to spoil her rotten. She’s not even sane enough to go through with the job!
Shot of Drusilla sitting on the ground at another gravesite, legs splayed out in front of her, she is taking the flowers off the site and decorating herself with them. She has inserted them all over her hair and in the bodice of her dress. She gets pricked by a rose thorn and lets out a yell and then starts sucking greedily on her finger.
Angelus: That’s why I’m going to make sure it gets done for her…besides..I always wanted a son.
ACT 2
Cut to Caritas
The Host: (Laughs at Spikes question) What are you…why you’re a Vampire you silly goose!
Spike (irritated) I know that! S’not what I’m talking about, something has happened to me, changed me, made me be able to do things, I couldn’t do before! (shakes his head in disgust) I guess you didn’t see it.
The Host: (gets it now) Oh, you’re talking about the choice you made and how that affected you.
Spike: (surprised) Yeah..that!
The Host: That’s easy. You chose the path of the light and the PTB are smiling down on you …that’s all.
Spike: And that’s good?
The Host: I’ll say. You can walk in the light because the light has accepted you, your one of us now. You’re the proud new owner of a get out of hell free card. You should be enjoying it!
Spike: (reluctant) S’pose so.
The Host: But yet you seem to have a problem with that.
Spike: Not a problem..really, more like a hard time adjusting .. you know. I mean first off there’s the sun thing, which is great, always wanted a tan, but now they got these things called UV rays…nasty little buggers.
The Host: Oh those, they have a lotion for that.
Spike: They do?…Anyway, then, come to find out that blood makes me sick now. Can’t drink it. Rather have beer or water or root beer or something.
The Host: Oh, that, well it’s easy to see why that would be an effect of your choice.
The Spike: How so?
The Host: Think about it, vamps live on blood because they live on taking other people’s lives. It’s not just about the feed, it’s about the kill.
Spike: Wide eyed listening: Yeah..that’s it exactly!
The Host: That’s other realm stuff you know the down and dirty side’s side of it…but it’s not your playground any more.
Spike: So you mean I don't have to feed anymore?
The Host: Apparently not.
Spike: (with disbelief) Bizarre.. Okay, then there’s the other stuff.
The Host listens intently.
Spike: Before this my mind operated in two modes. Obsess on women, Obsess on Passions.
The Host (excited) Oh…don’t you just love that show!?
Spike: (leans in and grins) Did’ju see today’s ep?
The Host nods emphatically.
Spike: Anyway, still love the show, still love the women, but my mind has just sort of suddenly gotten bigger…(makes hand gestures around his head) or something you know.. like there’s more space,… more (thoughtfully) peace, quieter almost. Do you get what I’m saying?
The Host: (nods) Do * I *. You’re a free man now. Boy, the powers that be must really like you. Now you can focus on other things, especially the things that are headed you way. And believe me (gives him a serious “really, not kidding here” look) You’re going to need it!
Scene cut to Angel Investigations.
Wes: So you found no leads on Spike then?
Angel: No leads that were worth following. (shrugs) After I left the crypt, I went to the Magic Box and talked to Giles.
Wes: Did you tell him about what we saw that day at the funeral. That we think Spike has found another gem of Amara or something like it. That we think we saw him standing unscathed in broad daylight which means he may be dangerous again?
Angel: No, didn’t tell him any of it. Besides even if Spike does have a gem that chip the initiative put in his head still won’t let him hurt humans and not just that but I felt like they all have enough on their plate right now, what with Joyce and this Glory woman. And especially the problem with Dawn and her really being some sort of key to it all.
Cordy: That’s still freaks me out.
Angel: Tell me about it. And if that’s not enough bad news, Giles told me right before Joyce died, Spike had developed some creepy stalker crush on Buffy…built a shrine and everything.
Cordy: That's Buffy for ya, always attracting those kind of….(looks up and sees the look on Angel's face).. (nervously) I'll be shutting up here.
Wes: Still doesn’t explain why he’d leave the paper at the door to anonymously let us know about Buffy’s mother.
Angel shrugs.
Angel: That’s pretty much all Giles would tell me. I told him I would make it my job to take care of Spike and make sure he stayed away from Buffy.
Wes: And Buffy, how is she?
Angel: Giles said she was doing fine, but I didn’t believe him.
Wes: Well, it’s only been two weeks, I’m sure things with her are much the same.
Angel: It’s not just that, I got the impression he was…you know..hiding something.
Cordy: Hiding what?
Angel: (shrugs) Don’t know. Just not telling me the whole story. Which doesn’t surprise me because ever since last year they all have been sort of pushing me out of the loop. (looks sad)
Cordy: How does that make you feel?
Angel: Well, not good, but…I’m okay with it.
Wes: (tentatively) That’s good, because (looks at Cordy for support) we have all noticed a big change in you since you came back..you know, to us, and would really hate to see that be, thrown by the wayside for the ….
Cordy: (finishes) Broody boy mode!
Wes: Exactly. You’ve changed so much. So much so you’re…
Angel: (smiles) Fun to be around?
Wes: Yes! And also like you have a new lot on life, like you…
Cordy: Don’t hate it anymore!
Angel: I don’t. I love it now, appreciate it, want to live you know…every moment to the fullest. Guess it was the epiphany thing.
Cordy: Oh yeah..by the way, you never did fully tell us about that. So what happened, (smiles smugly) betcha slept with Darla…you slept with Darla didn’t you?
Angel: (looks down, embarrassed) How’d you know?
Cordy: (shrugs) Just call it woman’s intuition. We just know these things.
Angel and Wes exchange a look.
Wes: So that’s what changed you?
Angel: Yeah, she saved me.
Wes: Saved you from what?
Angel: Well, best way I can explain it is like this. My mind for the first time in both my life and my unlife has never been so free.
Wesley: How so?
Angel: When I was alive, I was obsessed with two things, drinking and women. Then when Darla came along and vamped me, I was obsessed with her. When I got the soul and she rejected me, I was obsessed with getting her back. Then Whistler came along and took me to Buffy, and I was obsessed with her. You know since then it’s all been kinda for her, I mean not at first but last year you two were the ones who brought to my attention that I didn’t want anything any more..you know from life. Then the scroll came along and suddenly it was about becoming human again which became about Buffy and having a chance to be with her again.
Wes: But now…
Angel: But now since this whole thing with Darla and taking this spiral dive into the dark side again, my epiphany showed me that the obsession is what started it and as long as I was living and doing things driven by that obsession or any other kind of obsession, I wasn’t really living life. I was merely existing …. in a sort of sick…addiction. Living only for something, or some one. Now for the first time that drive is gone. It’s amazing, I mean it’s like poof you know…here’s life, real life waiting for you. All sorts of new things to focus on and enjoy. Stupid things like… watching Cordy pick at her nail polish.
Cordy: (looks up from picking her nail polish) Not picking.. just you know…Oh, never mind I was picking…it’s a * thing * I do!
Angel: A thing I never really noticed much until now.
Wes: (to Angel) It’s funny she does it all the time and then complains about how they really just don’t make decent polish that will stay on! (grins)
Cordy rolls her eyes:
Cordy: (sarcastically) I’m sorry…exactly * when * did this become about me?
Back to Caritas
The Host: (Looking serious as he talks to Spike) First off in order to find out how to defeat this Glory hell bitch your going to need the scroll.
Spike: What scroll?
The Host: The Prophesies of Alberjian.
Spike: Prophesies of Alber..what?
The Host: Jian.. it’s an ancient scroll written by the Alberjian order and continued by other orders and even demons at times. It predicts all the different apocalypse to come, gives details about the players, both good and bad. If you looking for information on this battle mark my word, it will be in there.
Spike: All right then..can you tell me where to find it?
The Host: Well lucky for you, I can. I heard a rumor in the men’s room last year that it was being held at the law firm known as Wolfram and Hart. You can find it on Main and 16th Ask for Lindsey McDonald. Not that he’ll give it freely mind you. But use Angel to get to him, really hates him, (winks) should be your way in.
Spike: I know who you’re talking about, they’re the ones that mojo’d Darla.
The Host: That’s right.
Spike takes a drag off his cigarette and puts it out.
They are interrupted by the Fearell Demon. He’s mad.
The Host: (to Spike) Oops, looks like I left him waiting a little too long…do you mind?
Spike: No, we’re done. Go right ahead.
The Host: Oh and one more thing, it’s fairly important. You cannot under any circumstances divulge the information you get from the scroll to her or her friends until she comes to you and asks for it.
Spike: (looks disappointed, rolls his eyes) Very well then.
The Host: It was very nice to meet you and please do promise me you will come back and perform some time! You were too wonderful for words! (He says this as he’s walking off with the Fiearell Demon)
Wolfram & Hart: Cut to Lilah, she is in her office talking nervously on the phone.
Lilah: I know sir, I promise he will be there, it’s just you know, his sister’s death was sudden and he left with out leaving any number to contact him. I tried calling him on his cell, but he just won’t answer.
Theres a pause, a look of anxiety crosses Lilah’s face as she listens.
Lilah: No, No sir! Please, there won’t be any need to eliminate the current Special Projects team and replace them with another. I promise, Lindsey and I work very closely together. When one of us can’t be here the other takes over and finishes the job. Like team work…(smiles hysterically). We were just in the middle of a fool proof plan on the Angel project. I’m working on it as we speak.
She listen’s again.
Lilah: You can count on me sir…we won’t let you down!
Hangs up phone and lets out an exasperated scream.
Lilah: Lindsay you diabolical JERK! Where are you!!
Cut to Spike: He is outside the building front door. He pulls the door open and walks in. Sirens start to blare and when he reaches the lobby area he is immediately tackled by two guards with stakes.
Spike: (taken aback) So is this how you treat all Lindsay’s appointments or is it just me?
Guard 1 (skeptical) You have an appointment …with Mr. McDonald?
Spike: Well not exactly an appointment… but let’s just say he’d be very interested to talk to me. Call him and tell him William the Bloody’s here to see him, go on, you’ll see…grins evilly, he’ll let me in.
Angel Investigations: Angel and Wes are still seated in the same place, Cordy is standing grabbing her purse and getting ready to leave.
Cordy: Well guys…sorry but gotta go, I have a nonexisting life to go live!
Cordy suddenly bends over
Cordy: Oh!
Angel: VISION! Is behind Cordy in a flash. He catches her fall. He holds her while the scene flashes to:
Spike being tackled by the guards and the Wolfram & Hart sign on the front door.
Cordy: (still recovering) Water…please and about …20 aspirin.
Wes races to a sink and fills a glass with water while grabbing a nearby bottle of aspirin.
Angel: So..what’d ya see.
Cordy: Well, I think I’ve got the missing Spike syndrome solved for ya.
ACT 3
Cut to Wolfram & Hart. A guard is on the phone holding a stake to Spike’s heart while the other guard has Spike’s arms pinned behind him.
Guard: Lilah, hate to bother you but, we got a Vampire down here who say’s he’s William the Bloody, and claims he had an appointment with Lindsey. Should we let him up… or just stake him?
Lilah takes all this in with a new interest, a small hint of a smile forms on her face.
Lilah: No, don’t stake him just yet..let him up. This could be important.
Cut to Angel and Wes and Cordelia. They are speeding down the road in the convertible toward’s Wofram & Hart.
Cordy: So Angel, what’s the plan?
Angel: (looks over at Cordy, says hesitantly) Don’t have one?
Cordy: (exasperated) AGAIN..with the NO PLAN?!
Wes: Cordelia, I’m sure he’ll think of something by the time we get there.
Cordy shakes her head in disgust.
Cut to Lilah’s office.
Spike is escorted in by the guards who are still man handling him.
Spike: (rolls his eyes) Mind calling off your dogs?
Lilah: It’s alright gentleman, you can leave us now.
Motions Spike to come in
Lilah: Come in Mr…Bloody is it?
Spike: No..just Spike.
Lilah: Spike? (looks him over and smiles) Suits you.
Spike: Why’s everyone keep saying that?
Lilah: Excuse me?
Spike: S’nothin. Look, I’ll make this quick. Didn’t come to waste your time, really came to talk to Lindsey, you work with him?
Lilah: Yes, I do, he’s my partner.
Spike: Oh, very well then. I imagine you’re also in the "Let’s All Turn Angel Back Into His Big Bad Mean Self" campaign?
Lilah: Oh yes. Most definitely, please do sit down.
Spike pulls up a chair in front of her desk and sits down.
Spike: You see, I think I can help you with that, him being my Sire and all, ….know him better then almost anyone.
Lilah: Better then Darla?
Spike: I said * almost * anyone. Heard about the mishaps with her and Dru though, Dru came and told me herself.
Lilah: Oh yeah, you and Dru were….
Spike: An item? (smirks).
Lilah: Yes, but did I misunderstand something because I was told she was your Sire.
Spike: Yeah, (laughs) everyone thinks that. Even Dru.
Lilah: (nods) Oh, I see. Well then, how is it you believe you can be of help to us…Spike?
Spike: Well, got a plan that’s guaranteed to work and all that,.. but first I’ll need to see a certain scroll I heard was being kept in the vaults here.
Lilah: You don’t mean the Prophesies of Albjian? That scroll?
Spike: (Gives her a small smile) Yeah, that’d be the one.
Lilah: (exasperated again) Oh great. Just when I thought my day was getting better and now this!?
Spike: (with a confused expression) Excuse me?
Lilah: Angel has that scroll now.
Spike: He does, does he. (pauses for a moment and thinks ) Hey, I’ve got an idea then.
Lilah: What’s that?
Spike: I’ll get it back for you. Then we can work together on the deconstructing Angel thing…how’s that sound.
Lilah: You want an honest answer.
Spike just returns her question with a raised eyebrow.
Lilah: Sounds too good to be true but what the hell. At this point I’ve got nothing to loose.
Reaches for the intercom button.
Lilah: Guards, please escort Mr…I mean..Spike back out to the front door.
Spike grins.
Angel, Cordy and Wes pull up at the front door of Wolfram and Hart and Angel starts to rush in just when Spike walks out. Angel grabs him hard by the lapels of his coat and slams him against the marble wall next to the revolving door.
Spike (using his best smart ass tone) Hey, whadaya know…just fixing to come and pay you a visit….(small laugh) dad.
Scene change. Cut to Angel at his hotel. Shot of him on the phone. He is sitting behind the desk in his office.
Angel: No, thanks, I really do appreciate it. I know you’re not suppose to divulge what you see in another demon. I promise I won’t ask this again.
Hangs up the phone.
Angel and Cordy are waiting for an update. Spike can be seen in the distance sitting on a chair in the lobby smoking a cigarette.
Angel: (ticked off) Didn’t either of you to tell him I don’t allow smoking in here?
Cordy: (sarcastically) Gee…sorry, just didn’t come to mind at the time.
Angel: Spike! (irritated) Do you mind taking the cigarette OUTSIDE!?
Spike: (gets up from his chair and mutters) Uptight poofter!
Walks out the side door to the atrium.
Cordy: Okay, can we leave Domestic Land now and come back to the issue at hand please? (smiles sweetly at Angel)
Angel just looks disgusted.
Wes: So what did the Host have to say.
Angel: (uneasy) He confirmed what Spike said.
Cordy: All of it?
Angel: Every bit, even down to the scroll. We’ll have to let him look at it.
Wes: I don't understand why? How do we know we can trust him?
Angel: We don't but, think about it Wes, why would the powers that be send Cordy a vision for us to help him.
Cordy: (to Wes) He's got a point.
Wes:(protectively) Well even if we do let him look at it Angel, he can’t read it…I mean, I’ll have to translate it for him and I’m not quite sure I can. I was lucky to be able to translate the part that you're in…
Angel: (interrupts) You won’t have to.
Cordy: Huh?
Wes: What'd you mean?
Angel: Spike will be able to translate it himself.
Wes: I don’t understand.
Angel: Me neither, and that’s only one thing among many I never understood about Spike.
YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND (1880)- COAL MINE- DAYTIME
ANGELUS has Spike by the throat, choking him.
Present day Angel narrates:
Angel: Spike had…still * has *… this way about him, a quality that made you just want to kill him every moment you were with him.
ANGELUS: Perhaps it's my advancing years that makes me so forgetful, William. Remind me. Why don't we kill you?
SPIKE:(chokes) ...ike.
ANGELUS: What's that?
Angel: But then you'd have him by the throat , and you'd look into those gleaming eyes of his and he'd have this look on his face like go ahead, kill me, you know…like he was daring you to do it.
Angelus releases Spike in disgust.
Angel: Then you'd find your self just letting him go….cause you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
SPIKE: It's Spike now.
Reveal Drusilla and Darla standing to either side of Angelus.
SPIKE: You'd do well to remember it, mate.
Angel: He had no respect for his elders, no respect for his own kind.
ANGELUS: I'm not your mate. And when did you start talking like that?
Angel: See when we vamped William, none of us had a clue at the time what we'd gotten ourselves into.
DARLA:(to Spike) Look, we barely got out of London alive because of you. Everywhere we go, it's the same story and now-
Angel: Apparently, the human William we found out later from other sources had been a bloody bad poet…hence the name, but he had also been a bonefide genius.
Cordy: ( shocked) Spike,(laughs)…a genius?
Angel: Yeah, I know shocked us too. And once we vamped him whatever those energies were used for in life, were transformed into one obsession…
ANGELUS: You've got me and my women hiding in the luxury of a mine shaft, all because William the Bloody likes the attention. This is not a reputation we need.
Angel: You see for him it was never about the feed or…even the kill, it was about….the fight.
Spike takes a deep swig from a wine bottle.
SPIKE: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I sully our good name? We're vampires.
ANGELUS: All the more reason to use a certain amount of finesse.
SPIKE: Bollocks! That stuff's for the frilly cuffs-and-collars crowd. I'll take a good brawl any day.
Angelus approaches Spike menacingly.
Angel: Problem with that was, when it came to the fight, it's all he thought about, never the consequences, never the means….
ANGELUS: And every time you do, we become the hunted.
DARLA: (sing-song; to Drusilla) I think our boys are going to fight.
Drusilla claps her hands giddily.
DRUSILLA: The King of Cups expects a picnic! But this is not his birthday.
Darla looks at Drusilla like she's crazy.
DARLA: Good point...
Angel: He was a loose cannon, a live wire…brilliant to the core…but..
SPIKE: (to Angelus) Yeah, you know what I prefer to being hunted?
Spike answers his own question.
SPIKE: Getting caught.
Angel: Absolutely no common sense what so ever..it was almost like…
ANGELUS: That's a brilliant strategy really... pure cunning.
Angel: ..he wanted to get killed…like he had a death wish.
SPIKE: Sod off! (laughs) Come on. When was the last time you unleashed it? All out fight in a mob, back against the wall, nothing but fists and fangs? Don't you ever get tired of fights you know you're going to win?
Angel: For Spike there was something about the challenge, something about the battle, he thrived on it, lived for it. Would pick fights with any one, anywhere, any time.
ANGELUS: No. A real kill. A good kill. It takes pure artistry. Without that, we're just animals.
SPIKE: Poofter!
Angelus shoves Spike and the fight is on. Angelus snaps a metal rod in half, lifts Spike up and slams him down on his back, raising the makeshift stake. Spike stops it inches from his heart and smiles up at Angelus.
SPIKE: Now you're gettin' it!
Angel: And he had a way with everyone, humans demons and vamps alike… of getting them to do exactly what he wanted, he was a master manipulator in every sense of the word.
Angelus drops the rod and backs off.
Angel: When he wasn't busy manipulating you he was busy torturing you with this innate like ability to see right through you, analyze your every thought, every feeling…it was almost as if he knew you better then you knew yourself. Then I made the mistake of mentioning the Slayer.
ANGELUS: You can't keep this up forever. If I can't teach you, maybe someday an angry crowd will. That... or the Slayer.
Spike sits up, suddenly interested.
SPIKE: What's a Slayer?
Angel: And from that day on a new obsession took place.
Back to the present.
Wes: All very interesting information, but I've still yet to see how that relates to Spike being able to read the scroll.
Angel: Well, I was getting to that. For a while we traveled around. Had to cause of Spike's little behavior problems. That's when we found out he could virtually speak or read any language,..human or not human..just out of the blue. Didn't even have to learn it, it was like, he already knew it. He was our way in to most places and then after a short period of time, our way out. Spike was always wanting to track down the Slayer. Somehow, I had managed to stay in charge of the pack. They did what I said, went where I went. Until I was turned.
1898, Romania.
A ragged Angel stumbles up a hill.
Darla is standing in front of an elder of the gypsies.
Darla: "You took him from me. You stole him away. - You gave him
a soul."
Gypsy: "He must suffer - as all of his victims have suffered."
Darla: "In that wagon is your family. Your wife and daughters will
die tonight without my protection. (Strokes the man's cheek) but if you'll
do as I say, your family can live."
Angel: Then it was Darla who took charge.
Spike, in vamp face, blood on his chin, steps out of the wagon and burps.
Darla looks at him.
SPIKE: "What?"
Darla closes her eyes, turns back to the gypsy and snaps his neck.
Dru swaying by the fire: "Pretty music, pretty, pretty music. (Spike
comes up to her and she pulls him into her dance) They cry out for mercy.
They cry out for mercy."
Darla walking away: "Show none."
Angel: I never really left her even though she would have nothing to do with me. I followed them most places they went. Watched them, watched Darla try to cope on her own with Spike's unruly misconducts and Dru's insanity. It wasn't easy for her. One night I was listening close by and I heard Spike tell her that he discovered that the Slayer was in China now. He begged her to go. She reluctantly agreed. Spike found his Slayer.
CHINA (1900)- BUDDHIST TEMPLE
Spike and the SLAYER are fighting. She's a young, diminutive Chinese girl, adept at martial arts and swordsmanship. She kicks Spike back and whips her sword at his head. He ducks but not quite quick enough. The blade splits the skin over his left eyebrow and blood runs down his face. Spike is enjoying himself immensely.
Angel: Spike later told us of the fight blow for blow…you can only imagine his euphoria.
Spike goes on the offensive, knocking the stake from her hand. As the Slayer bends to retrieve it, Spike seizes her arm and wrenches it up behind her back. He pulls the hapless girl to him and sinks his fangs deep into her neck
.
The Slayer gasps in pain as her life drains away.
Angel: Ever since that day, I told him about the Slayer he'd been preparing for that moment, the moment of the ultimate fight, ultimate kill…in his eyes.
Spike turns the dying girl toward him. She speaks to him in Chinese.
Angel: In telling his story Spike laughed as he relayed her dieing wishes about her mother.
SLAYER(subtitle) Tell my mother I'm sorry...
SPIKE: I'm sorry, love, I don't speak Chinese.
Angel: And how he lied about not being able to understand her. Afterwards I remember telling him Congratulations, your one of us now. (small laugh) Don't even know why I said that I mean wasn't like any of us had ever killed a slayer.
Back to the present
Spike walks up and interrupts from the doorway.
Spike: (small laugh) Said it out of jealousy, you did.
Angel is startled out of the past and brought suddenly back to the future.
Angel: I was not jealous.
Spike just give him a huge "Give me a break" look.
Angel: Well…(hesitantly) maybe a little.
Spike: If we're done with our little trip down memory lane, I'd really like to take a look at that scroll.
Cordy: (to Spike) Thank God, you stopped him, I thought he was going to go on all night.
Spike: (shrugs) You know how old people are..(gives Angel a menacing grin) how they love to go on and on.
Angel: Shut up..Spike!
Spike: (smirks) Just telling it like it is.
ACT 4
Scene cut to:
Angel, Cordelia and Spike all stand watching as Wesley rolls the scroll out on the lobby floor. From end to end it's about 100 feet long. Spike walks along one side of it studying it as he goes. He sees something and points it out.
Spike: (Points) There. (to Wesley) Can you roll it back up to there. I'll have to be able to hold it as I read.
Wesley re-rolls the scroll to the spot Spike pointed at, picks it up from the floor and hands it to him.
Spike takes the scroll and reads it to himself first one way, then turns it upside down and reads it another. He repeats this a couple more times.
Wesley: Well…he's obviously having problems reading it…(smugly) guess you were wrong Angel.
Spike: (shoots Wes a go to hell look) Reading it just fine, you idiot. This is how its written, first this direction (demonstrates and turns the scroll) then this.
Wesley: (as if something suddenly dawns on him) Your talking about the Turn lock method.
Spike: Don't know nothing about that, just know that's how its written. Shh, I'm reading do you mind?
Wes gets quiet and watches Spike along with the others in amazement.
Spike plops down on a chair nearby and starts to study it more in depth.
Spike reads aloud:
In the infancy of a new millennium, there will be a war waged between a combined alliance of the forces of this world and evil forces not of this world.
This alliance will happen when the Slayer of this world combines forces with a dark creature, once her mortal enemy but changed and transformed by the light. Using a talisman called the Dagon Sphere, they will then combine their power along with the power of The Key to open the portal of this other world and force it’s evil back inside permanently locking it out of this world forever.
Spike reads on a little to himself then stops and looks up and off as if he is trying to recall something.
Cordy: That’s it? That doesn’t even make sense. Looks like that stupid scroll is about as obscure as my visions I mean Okay… the Slayer of this world, that’d be Buffy, combines forces with a dark creature changed and transformed by the light?…(expression changes, suddenly gets it)…Oh, hey, that’d be you..Spike. (Gets it again.) Spike?!
Angel: It’s his destiny Cordy. He has a destiny, in the scroll, like me,… but not like me.
Wes: Is that all it says?
Spike: No, it also says:
Before this alliance can happen the dark must become light and the light must become dark until they are both on equal ground, balanced,… the same.
Cordy: Okay the Spike thing weird, but I got it, but that…what in the heck does that mean?
Wes: It means the Slayer will have to face and overcome the darkness of her own nature and when she does it will create a balance between her and Spike which means they will be able to join otherwise very much opposing forces.
Angel is leaning back on the front desk, quiet, thoughtful taking all this in. Spike is still looking off from all of them, apparently in deep thought.
Cordy: Huh? I don’t get it.
Wes: You see even though Slayers and Vampires are complete opposites they still have one thing in common they are both killers. The only difference being slayers kill bad, vampires kill good. But it’s the killing that makes them related almost like…..
Spike finishes still looking far off.
Spike: Kindred.
Wesley: Yes, exactly.
Cordy: So what does that mean then, Buffy goes all evil now?
Angel: No, not evil, just dark. Unable to connect to the light. She will still be a Slayer and kill evil, but she will become a killer, a destroyer, unable to discern the kill. She will just kill without thought, … without concern.
Cordy: Sort of like what you did to the lawyer guys at Wofram and Hart?
Angel nods.
Wes: And not only that but she will become obsessed with killing.
Cordy: Somehow that doesn’t sound too good.
Angel: And that’s not the only problem…we can’t mention any of this to her until she asks for help from Spike.
Spike looks up at Angel and Cordy but remains quiet.
Cordy: Oh, like that’s ever going to happen. And besides where’d that rule come from, that’s not in the scroll.
Angel: Not in the scroll, Cordy, but the Host confirmed it. Said it was vital to the whole predestined plan. Had to be played out just so. Not only that but none of us can tell Buffy or any of the Scooby’s even Giles what we know about Spike either.
Wes: (to Spike) Could I have my scroll back please?
Spike hands it to him, Wes grabs it back protectively.
Scene cut to Angel’s office. It’s just Angel and Spike now.
Spike: So what’d you think? You think the scrolls right, that there will be hell to pay first but when it’s all said and done everyone gets to live happy ever after?
Angel: (slowly) Yeah….I do.
Spike looks at him like he’s crazy.
Angel: No, I’m serious, I really do. I mean, I know it’s not great, what Buffy might have to go through to get there, but, if I know anything about Buffy at all , it’s that she’s tough, like steel, and the fire may burn her and bend her and even change her for a time, but when it’s all over, she’ll come out even stronger then she was before.
Spike: How do you know for sure?
Angel: I don’t. But I don’t have to.
Spike: Why?
Angel: Because I have faith. Faith in Buffy, faith in the fact that good prevails over evil.
Spike: I s’pose.
Gets quiet then looks at Angel nervously.
Spike: Well, are you gonna needle me about it or should I just spill?
Angel: No, let me put you out of your misery. I already know about the crush thing. No big. Completely understandable…(smiles smugly)
Spike: Come on then, you know your dieing to…rub it in, throw in a few I told ya so’s followed by at least of couple of variations of touch her and I’ll stake you.
Angel:(smiles) Looks like you’ve pretty much covered it yourself.
Spike: You’re being way too calm about this.
Angel:(casually, coolly) What’s to get upset about?
Spike: (needling now himself) Well for starters, the Powers That Be bestowed all these perks on me. I can do things you can’t do!
Angel: (amused, teasing) Don’t get too cocky about it William, remember, “He giveth and He taketh away”.
Spike: (exasperated) Oh Come ON….now you’re just being CRUEL!
Angel: What…what’s the matter Spike… upset cause I’m not upset, cause I’m not ….jealous?
Spike: Well…yeah.
Angel: Sorry.
Spike: I just don’t get you.
Angel: (gives him an endearing look) Ditto.
Spike looks exasperated and dejected…looks off to the side like he’s run out of things to say and run out of steam.
Angel: Not so hard to understand you know.
Spike: (rolls his eyes) Really now?
Angel: Nope, pretty easy to explain..what's that old saying…like father, like son?
Spike looses the attitude for a second and looks up at Angel
Angel: Except you had to love her in order to be saved, me, I had to let her go.
Spike looks away for a second. When he looks back at Angel the bitterness that was there before has faded and turned into compassion, understanding and a small hint of affection.
Spike: (tries to cop the attitude back again before it slips) Guess it’s not such a bad thing being related to you (hesitantly) I s'pose…
Angel: Really. Cause you don’t call, you don’t write….
Spike: Yeah well, I got hung up you know (raises his eyebrows) being EVIL and all.
Angel: So tell me more about this Glory chick…..
Scene fades to black