Inside the Office of Wolfram & Hart
Spotty’s Perspective
Spotty leaned casually against the edge of the desk, her crystalline blue eyes locked on Angelus as she twirled the Gem of Amara between her fingers. The faint glow of the gem reflected her smirk—a perfect mixture of confidence and provocation. She could feel the storm of anger boiling inside him, every unspoken thought betraying his desperation.
She chuckled softly. “Now first of all, Angelus,” she began, her tone sharp yet almost playful, “I can hear your thoughts. Forget about the ring. You’re not getting it back.” She watched his jaw tighten, and she relished the way her words cut through his façade.
“But let’s get to business, shall we?” she continued, her voice shifting to a mockingly diplomatic tone. “I’m going to guess you’re pretty pissed at the First Evil for stealing your apocalypse and making you look even more incompetent than you actually are.”
Her smirk widened as she leaned in slightly, savoring the flicker of rage that crossed Angelus’ face. “I bet you want some revenge. Or…” she paused, letting her words hang in the air, “are you too scared and would rather just brood in this building? I thought brooding was more of Angel’s thing.”
Ila’s Perspective
Ila stood off to the side, arms crossed, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement. Watching Spotty work was always a delight. She really knows how to press all the right buttons. The way Spotty’s words hit Angelus like perfectly aimed strikes made Ila smirk.
Her gaze flickered to Marcus Hamilton, who was still standing stiffly, clearly seething but unwilling to make a move. He’s calculating. Smart. But even he knows that going up against us right now is suicide.
As Spotty delivered her scathing remarks, Ila suppressed a chuckle. “You’re really laying it on thick,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. But there was no denying it—Spotty’s approach was working.
Angelus’ Perspective
Angelus’ entire body tensed as Spotty spoke. Every word felt like a dagger twisting deeper into his pride. She can hear my thoughts. Great. Perfect. Just what I needed—another mind-reading, smug superpower strutting around.
When she called him incompetent, his hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. The reminder of the First Evil’s takeover only fueled his fury. That wasn’t my fault! he wanted to shout, but her smug tone made him hesitate. He hated the idea of giving her the satisfaction of knowing she’d hit a nerve.
Her final comment about brooding, though—that was the last straw. “Brooding?” he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger. “I’m not some sulking idiot like Angel. If you think I’m scared of the First Evil, you’re dumber than you look.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake. Her smirk widened, and he knew she’d baited him perfectly.
Marcus Hamilton’s Perspective
Hamilton observed the exchange in silence, his mind racing. Spotty was clearly in control of the situation, and her calculated provocations were drawing Angelus into her web. She’s dangerous. Too dangerous. But she’s not wrong.
As Angelus exploded in anger, Hamilton’s lips twitched slightly, almost a smirk. She’s playing him like a fiddle. And he’s too arrogant to see it.
Despite his own annoyance at their presence, Hamilton couldn’t help but feel a grudging respect for Spotty’s tactics. She wasn’t just powerful—she was intelligent, manipulative, and completely unafraid.
The Exchange
Spotty raised an eyebrow at Angelus’ outburst, her smirk never wavering. “Dumber than I look?” she echoed, feigning offense. “I’m hurt, Angelus. Truly.”
Ila let out a low chuckle, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Careful, Angelus. She might start brooding now.”
Spotty shot Ila a playful glare before turning her attention back to Angelus. “So, you’re not scared of the First Evil? That’s good to know.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Because the way I see it, you’ve got two options: prove it by helping us take it down, or keep sulking here while it finishes what it started.”
Angelus’ eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening further. “And why would I help you?” he spat.
Spotty shrugged, holding up the Gem of Amara. “Because you’re still alive, and I’m offering you a chance to do something with that life other than sit here nursing your bruised ego.”
Ila chimed in, her tone light but cutting. “And let’s be honest, Angelus. You’re not exactly swimming in options right now.”
Hamilton crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he finally spoke. “And what’s in it for us? Because right now, all I see is you coming in here, throwing your weight around, and expecting us to just fall in line.”
Spotty turned her crystalline gaze to Hamilton, her smirk returning. “What’s in it for you?” she repeated. “Survival. Power. A chance to reclaim some dignity after the First Evil made you all look like amateurs.”
Her eyes flicked back to Angelus. “So, what’s it going to be? Fight with us, or stay here and brood?”