Teaser-- excerpt from "Immortal," which is subject to change before posting due to lots of revision... Also, there's spoilers for "Saved."

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"Spike?"

His face went blank at the sound of the voice, unable to believe that he'd dare...

Turning to look at his grandsire, Spike sneered. "What the hell are you doing here?" he all but snarled, glaring darkly at Angel.

Angel shrugged, overlooking Spike's obvious fury at having him so near the Council, so close to Buffy.

"I was around. I just thought I'd make sure there weren't any vamps prowling the grounds; know you're probably busy with... with her."

"Everything's fine without you around to bugger it up," Spike snapped, turning away from the older vampire in an attempt to control his rapidly escalating rage. Only Angelus could be so pompous, so assuming of the fact that he was needed.

"Spike, I--"

"Not now," Spike warned, walking away from where Angel stood. "Trust me."

"Look, something has to happen," Angel called out after him, though he made no attempt to chase after the younger vampire. "Things can't go on like this, not with the Remelius around. I don't want Buffy to forgive me, but--"

Spike snorted, turning back to him. "Right you don't. Please, I'm sure it's all you bloody think about." He narrowed his eyes, his expression one of a petulant child. "And she'll do it, you know. Just give it the right moment, the right lighting, and she'll be on her knees, telling you that she's the one that's sorry."

"You're wrong," Angel replied calmly. Though he couldn't stand Spike, couldn't completely digest the fact that the peroxided pest had taken the place he had coveted for so long, he couldn't stand to see him in so much pain over something that was so untrue.

"No," Spike growled. "You're wrong. Everything about you is wrong."

"Spike, I can't say I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do but what I'm doing right now." He stopped, looking to the ground. "I didn't want to hurt her."

Something in the quietly uttered confession made the blood boil in Spike's veins, and Angel was completely off guard when Spike came rushing at him, fists flying, a roar of complete despair tearing from his throat as he tackled Angel to the ground.

Angel didn’t fight back at first, letting Spike take him down as the blonde punched him repeatedly, breaking his nose. “Don’t tell me you didn’t want it!” he shouted hoarsely, his sanity erased, the brittle hold he'd had on his control gone as tears coursed from his golden eyes. “You wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t want it!”

Angered by Spike's simple perspective on the situation, he pushed his grandchilde to the ground, standing to scowl down at him. “Don’t tell me what I would or wouldn’t do," he suggested, "and I really wouldn’t act so high and mighty, Spike. Not when I know you almost did the same thing.”

Angel had hoped the reminder would serve Spike a little humility, but his comment only served to fuel the vampire's violence more, and Angel's eyes widened as Spike flew to his feet with a feral growl, his hand emerging from the pocket of his coat to brandish a stake.

He meant to kill him.