Inside the Office of Wolfram & Hart
Spotty’s Perspective
Spotty’s crystalline blue eyes sparkled with a sharp, cold light as she leaned forward slightly, the Gem of Amara glinting between her fingers. She didn’t raise her voice; she didn’t need to. Her words were calm, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.
“Don’t make threats you can’t make good on,” she said, her tone almost conversational, though each word carried weight. Her gaze bored into Angelus, who shifted slightly under the intensity. “If I betray you, there’s going to be nothing you can do to me—just like you couldn’t do anything to me from the moment I walked in here.”
She tilted her head, her smirk returning as she added, “And if you remember correctly, when I arrived, I asked if we could talk, and you attacked me first. Now, who’s dumber than they look?”
Spotty felt a small surge of satisfaction as Angelus stiffened. Her words weren’t just insults; they were facts, and she knew that he knew it. She crossed her arms, waiting for his response with the unshakable confidence of someone who held all the cards.
Ila’s Perspective
Standing a step behind Spotty, Ila couldn’t help but chuckle softly to herself. Her amber eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Spotty tear into Angelus with calm precision. She just can’t help herself, can she? Ila thought. She’s cute when she’s threatening.
Her fingers tapped idly on the weapon slung over her shoulder as she observed the room. Angelus’ rage was palpable, barely contained beneath his sneering facade. Hamilton, on the other hand, was trying—and failing—to mask his discomfort.
Ila leaned slightly closer to Spotty, her voice low and teasing. “Remind me never to get on your bad side,” she murmured, though loud enough for the others to hear.
Spotty glanced at her, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. “Smart choice,” she replied with a wink, before turning her attention back to Angelus.
Angelus’ Perspective
Angelus glared at Spotty, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Her words stung, not because they weren’t true, but because she delivered them with such effortless confidence. She thinks she’s untouchable. She thinks she’s better than me.
He opened his mouth to snap back but hesitated. Damn it, she’s right. I did attack her first. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let her talk to me like this.
“You think you’re so clever,” Angelus sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “But you’re just another arrogant upstart. You’re not untouchable.”
Even as he said the words, he knew how hollow they sounded. His gaze flicked to Ila, whose quiet amusement only made his humiliation worse.
Marcus Hamilton’s Perspective
Hamilton remained silent, his dark eyes narrowing as he observed the exchange. Spotty’s calm, calculated demeanor unnerved him. She’s too composed. Too sure of herself. She knows exactly how far she can push, and she’s enjoying every second of it.
He could feel the tension rolling off Angelus in waves, and he wondered how long the vampire would hold himself together. Not long, if she keeps this up.
Hamilton’s fists tightened at his sides, his mind racing. I have to stay in control. If I react now, I’ll just prove her point.
The Exchange
Spotty raised an eyebrow at Angelus’ sneer. “Not untouchable?” she echoed, her voice calm but cutting. “You’ve had every chance to prove that, and yet, here we are.”
Angelus growled, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t think you’ve won, just because you’ve got the upper hand now.”
Ila snorted softly, her amusement barely contained. “Oh, Angelus,” she said, shaking her head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
Hamilton finally spoke, his voice measured but tense. “If we’re going to work together, we need to move past this... hostility.”
Spotty turned her crystalline gaze to him, her smirk softening slightly. “Hostility?” she repeated. “No, this isn’t hostility. This is me setting the record straight. If you want hostility, you’ll know it.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Angelus glared at her, his rage simmering just beneath the surface, while Hamilton forced himself to remain composed. Ila, meanwhile, leaned casually against the wall, her amber eyes sparkling with quiet amusement.
“Now,” Spotty continued, her tone lightening just a fraction. “Shall we get back to business, or would you like to continue this little game?”