Wesley listened to Gunn's explanation, feeling a bit uneasy about all this. Coming here had been a risk in and of itself, especially since they were putting trust in the fact that the Senior Partners were really holding to their word and giving them this place to run. But to hear now that their friend had actually agreed to let himself be changed? It didn't sit right. Even if Gunn was swearing that he was still the Gunn they knew.
He just hoped that was the truth.
Taking Fred's hand when she came over, he glanced over at Angel just as an amulet fell out of the envelope he was opening. A moment later, Wesley felt the hair on his arms standing on end as goose pimples erupted across his skin, telling him magic was reverberating throughout the room. He was about to tell Regan to get over to them when a blond man appeared. A bleached blond man.
"Spike?" he asked just before the man vamped out and jumped at Angel. When Regan screamed, he ran over to his daughter, drawing her protectively into his arms. His head jerked up as she spoke to Spike. "A soul?"
"Blondie bear?" Harmony suddenly cried out, coming into the office.
"What the bloody fuck?" Spike asked, standing in the middle of the chair Regan had just vacated.
"Everyone quiet!" Angel yelled. "Spike, what the hell is going on? You're supposed to be dead."
"Well, apparently, I'm a bloody ghost."
"Who came out of this," Gunn said, picking up the amulet.
Wesley looked down at Regan, running his hand over the top of her head gently. "You're sure you sensed a soul, sweetheart?" When she nodded, he looked back up at Spike.
"Yeah, I got a soul. Guess Peaches over there didn't want to let slip he wasn't unique anymore."
"Shut up, Spike," Angel growled.
"Make me, you poncy git!"
"Here, English. You'll probably get more out of this than me," Gunn said, passing the amulet over to Wesley, who took it and examined it. It was old, very old. And practically pulsing with magic that was bleeding away now that it had been open.
"Where in the world did this come from."
"Lilah gave it to me to give to her after we agreed to come work here," Angel told him, "and I took it to Sunnydale to give to Buffy--."
"Where's Buffy?" Spike interrupted.
"Why do you care?" Harmony asked, crossing her arms, staring at Spike. "Are you still obsessed with her? I mean, really, after making me dress like her so you could pretend you were fu--."