Bad Boy - 4
~Hyperion Hotel, Monday, 1:02 am~
“Do you need anything else?” Angel hovered in the doorway, holding a set of towels he had gotten from the linen closet.
Asher looked over, setting his clothing back in the suitcase. “I have few needs, but many wants. Is that not the way it always is?”
“I’m not sure I can give you what you want.” Angel walked in to the room, and set the towels down on the dresser.
“I do not know. You seem a very different man than the young childe I last saw.” Asher answered. Seeing that his words were having a negative effect on Angel, he added. “I took no more pleasure in the games of court than you did, mon ange, but you must admit, we played them well.”
“Asher, I’m only letting you stay here because I don’t want to insult Belle Morte, but don’t press your luck.” Angel turned to leave, but caught a very familiar scent first. “Why do you smell of Willow?”
“I was in a car all evening with her; it is hardly surprising that I would pick up her scent.”
“That’s not the scent I’m talking about and you know it.” Angel growled at the much older vampire.
“I did not realize you were familiar with her other scents. How are you so familiar with her, and yet have laid no claims?” Asher refused to be intimidated by his host. “If I were you, I would not have let her go.”
“Well you’re not me, and you have no idea.” Angel replied angrily.
“And I don’t suppose you plan on telling me.” Asher sat down on his bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spike cross the hallway carrying a stack of towels. Turning back to Angel, he saw several emotions pass across the vampire’s face, but the jaw stayed firmly locked. “Tsk, mon ange, it is not right to keep things from your elders. Surely you haven’t forgotten how we punish bad little boys in court.”
“This is not court. I don’t care how much power you have. If you harm one hair on Willow’s head, if you lead her astray in any way, shape, or form, I’ll stake you faster than you can say Belle Morte.”
“You have nothing to fear from me, I will not harm ma petit rouge.” Asher met Angel’s eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster. “Isn’t it fascinating how such a little thing can invoke such strong possessiveness in so many?”
“Speaking of which, if the slayer comes here looking for her, you’re on your own.”
“Oh? And why would the slayer even think of coming here to look for a friend she lost a hundred miles away?”
“If that’s how much you underestimate Buffy, then Willow will be back in Sunnydale by tomorrow.”
“The slayer will not find her here unless you were to give her directions yourself. I forbid you from contacting her.” Asher’s eyes gently pushed at Angel’s. It wasn’t quite rolling a mind, like he would do with humans, but it was a very effective threat against lesser vampires, and clearly Angel hated being reminded that he was still a lesser vampire.
“See that you and Spike give me no reason to contact Buffy. If I see any evidence that Willow was coerced into coming down here, the slayer won’t be the only thing you should worry about.”
“I would expect no less.” Asher smiled a disturbing grin, made worse by the shadows dancing across his face. “Now, I must rest, and so should you, mon ange.”
Angel walked silently to the doorway, stopping only when he had reached the hall. “Good night, mon d’or.” Angel whispered, closing the door behind him.
~ Initiative Quarantive, Monday, 2:10 a.m.~
“So do you want to take shifts sleeping or something?” Buffy asked, feeling tired, but not wanting to admit it.
“Why?” Riley frowned, confused by the sudden change of topic. They had been swapping stories of their childhood for the past hour, and he was more thankful than ever that he had been born in Iowa and not some crazy place like Los Angeles.
“Because if we’re both asleep, it makes it easier for them to come in and attack or something. You’re the military guy, you should know that.”
“Well, yeah. I just meant, I’m surprised you trust me.”
“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” Buffy arched her brow trying to imitate a stare her mother had perfected years ago.
“Well no, I’m just surprised is all…”
“Bugger off, Ethan.” A mumbled voice came from the lump in the middle of the room that they had been forgotten about.
“Giles?” Buffy asked, hoping this meant her watcher was finally coming around.
“I’m not biting their heads off.” The whisper returned.
“Giles, yohoo, are you awake?” Buffy and Riley approached Giles carefully, looking for any sign that he was alert. Buffy had gotten to within a few inches of Giles face when suddenly his eyes flew open. Buffy jumped back in surprise.
“So many chickens, too many details.” Giles’ eyes immediately squeezed shut, and a gentle snoring filled the room.
“Well, that was interesting.” Riley stared at the watcher, not quite sure what to think.
“Yeah. So um, how about we both stay awake?” Buffy cringed as the snoring got louder.
“Yup, works for me.” Riley nodded and backed away slowly.