It didn't matter how far he pushed her. She didn't want to spill the beans. Even if she asked him the same question, she honestly didn't expect him to tell his whole half of the story. Alcohol was a truth serum she supposed - but it's effects on her were futile. She didn't like this game no more. Angel's true name skipped in her head and she tried to shun the thoughts that came along with it. She never thought the stories of the great Angelus could be worse then what they told. He was worse.
She shook her head when he offered her a smoke. What was this? He was suppose to loathe her, and now he was offering her drugs with a smile on his face - well more of a metaphoric smile. Even she knew he was wrong and wasn't a man of his word. Who really was these days? They were all demented and indedesivie creatures. "What is this Spike?" She furrowed her brows, searching for the answers in his eyes, but was left with hollow darkness. "I get why I'm not killing you. I'm done playing cat and mouse games, and frankly I have no quarrel with you. Even if you dig the slayer."
She stepped off to the side of him. "If this is a replacement audition, I'm out." There was no way she playing the new Buffy for a vampire who wasn't getting any. Her should pressed against the brick wall beside him, lips lingering up his ear. "Think long and hard about what the slayer had done to you. She has fucked you, used you, and now you mind as well be dead. Six feet under speaking, of course. If she really ever cared a rats ass about you then maybe you would of stood a chance. And it's not the vampire thing. We all know that with her in love with one. So, do you really want to know why, Spike?" she paused momentarily. "It's because you're bad Spike. Bad to the bone. Even if you want to live in this filth paying for your booze and cigarettes. You're bad. She knows it. She fears. Just like he does with me. She just hopes you don't realize any time soon, otherwise she won't have herself a good little lapdog anymore." A grin placed upon her lips. She could tell the cold hard truth, too. Even though it was more of an opinion then a conclusion. "You have a nice night, William." She walked off the curb and disappeared into the blistering darkness.