Buffy dreamed:
Shadows shifted. They whispered, fearful of being overheard. Chains rattled on a floor that was covered in dirty straw. And then she saw him. With both hands chained to the wall, Spike was sleeping. His electric blonde hair seemed longer. It brushed his ears and forehead. Bruises covered his face. Nothing remained of his black shirt but tatters, and through the strips of fabric she saw burns, probably from holy water. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked strait at her. Then he screamed. "Buffy!"
Suddenly, buffy awoke, covered in a cold sweat, the dream still vivid in her mind. Spike was in trouble. She could feel it. Everything inside of her was screaming at her to help him. Taking several deep breaths, she got out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. She quickly reached into her closet and put on her workout clothes. Then she crossed to her desk and pulled out 2 stakes, which she stuck in her waistband, a bottle of holy water for her pocket, and also a spiked mace. The weight of it felt good in her hand.
Not wanting to wake Willow, Dawn or Giles, Buffy still used the window to get out at night. Tonight was no exception. She climbed out and ran to the cemetery where Spike lived. As she ran, she told herself that he would be there. That he would laugh when she told him about her dream. That he would hold her and tell her he loved her. Even though Buffy didn't show it, she cared for Spike. A lot.
Finally, she reached Spike's crypt. The door was open. She approached it cautiously, sensing danger in the darkness around her. Buffy stepped inside and smelled the familiar scent of Spike's beer. His television was on, casting faint light on the ground. "Spike?" she called. There was no answer. He wasn't there. Buffy began to panic. It took a great effort to calm herself down. "He's just out for a walk." She told herself. "Or maybe he went to the butchers for fresh blood." As she was assuring herself with excuses, a crunch sounded from behind her. Slowly, Buffy pulled a stake into her right hand, and held the mace in her left. She glanced around her, but the light from the t.v. didn't go far.
Suddenly, someone rushed her from behind. Grabbing her in a choke-hold, it knocked the stake from her hand and it clattered to the floor. Buffy snapped her head backwards into the things face, and it let go of her with a howl. Turning, she brought the mace up and swung it on its chain to collide with her opponent's head. It stumbled backward. Gaining the upper hand, Buffy gave it a sharp kick to the kidneys and ducked its sloppy punches. Grabbing her second stake, she shoved it up against the wall.
"Who the hell are you and where is Spike?" Buffy asked menacingly. "I will tell you nothing, slayer." It growled through bared fangs. "You know I'm the slayer. Great. Then you also know that I have very little patience with the pointy undead." The vampire said nothing, but grunted as Buffy pushed her stake against its skin. "I'm waiting" Buffy shoved the stake into its shoulder, and it howled. "Okay, I'll tell you, just stop." Buffy pulled out the stake and put it above the vampire's heart. "Do-Not-Lie" she hissed through clenched teeth. "We came during the day and took spike through the tunnels. He's pissed off a lot of demons, running with a slayer." Buffy was not amused. "I know you took him, idiot! I want to know where." Buffy gripped her bottle of holy water and tossed drops of it onto his face. The vampire squirmed, but didn't cry out. "We took him into the Hellmouth." At this, Buffy froze. Of all the things she'd seen, she'd never seen the Hellmouth. All they knew about it was that it was in the basement of the new high school.
The vampire tensed as if to bolt, and Buffy shoved him hard. "Who are you working for and what does he want?" "My master is De Vincint. He wants you and spike dead. And we will dance on your graves." At this, Buffy grew tired of the drama and staked the vampire. It's dust swirled around her and settled on her clothes. She walked to the door of the crypt in shock. She had lost Angel and Riley, but she would not lose Spike. Buffy promised herself that if she could save him, she would tell him that she loved him. Because she did.
Shadows shifted. They whispered, fearful of being overheard. Chains rattled on a floor that was covered in dirty straw. And then she saw him. With both hands chained to the wall, Spike was sleeping. His electric blonde hair seemed longer. It brushed his ears and forehead. Bruises covered his face. Nothing remained of his black shirt but tatters, and through the strips of fabric she saw burns, probably from holy water. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked strait at her. Then he screamed. "Buffy!"
Suddenly, buffy awoke, covered in a cold sweat, the dream still vivid in her mind. Spike was in trouble. She could feel it. Everything inside of her was screaming at her to help him. Taking several deep breaths, she got out of bed and glanced at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. She quickly reached into her closet and put on her workout clothes. Then she crossed to her desk and pulled out 2 stakes, which she stuck in her waistband, a bottle of holy water for her pocket, and also a spiked mace. The weight of it felt good in her hand.
Not wanting to wake Willow, Dawn or Giles, Buffy still used the window to get out at night. Tonight was no exception. She climbed out and ran to the cemetery where Spike lived. As she ran, she told herself that he would be there. That he would laugh when she told him about her dream. That he would hold her and tell her he loved her. Even though Buffy didn't show it, she cared for Spike. A lot.
Finally, she reached Spike's crypt. The door was open. She approached it cautiously, sensing danger in the darkness around her. Buffy stepped inside and smelled the familiar scent of Spike's beer. His television was on, casting faint light on the ground. "Spike?" she called. There was no answer. He wasn't there. Buffy began to panic. It took a great effort to calm herself down. "He's just out for a walk." She told herself. "Or maybe he went to the butchers for fresh blood." As she was assuring herself with excuses, a crunch sounded from behind her. Slowly, Buffy pulled a stake into her right hand, and held the mace in her left. She glanced around her, but the light from the t.v. didn't go far.
Suddenly, someone rushed her from behind. Grabbing her in a choke-hold, it knocked the stake from her hand and it clattered to the floor. Buffy snapped her head backwards into the things face, and it let go of her with a howl. Turning, she brought the mace up and swung it on its chain to collide with her opponent's head. It stumbled backward. Gaining the upper hand, Buffy gave it a sharp kick to the kidneys and ducked its sloppy punches. Grabbing her second stake, she shoved it up against the wall.
"Who the hell are you and where is Spike?" Buffy asked menacingly. "I will tell you nothing, slayer." It growled through bared fangs. "You know I'm the slayer. Great. Then you also know that I have very little patience with the pointy undead." The vampire said nothing, but grunted as Buffy pushed her stake against its skin. "I'm waiting" Buffy shoved the stake into its shoulder, and it howled. "Okay, I'll tell you, just stop." Buffy pulled out the stake and put it above the vampire's heart. "Do-Not-Lie" she hissed through clenched teeth. "We came during the day and took spike through the tunnels. He's pissed off a lot of demons, running with a slayer." Buffy was not amused. "I know you took him, idiot! I want to know where." Buffy gripped her bottle of holy water and tossed drops of it onto his face. The vampire squirmed, but didn't cry out. "We took him into the Hellmouth." At this, Buffy froze. Of all the things she'd seen, she'd never seen the Hellmouth. All they knew about it was that it was in the basement of the new high school.
The vampire tensed as if to bolt, and Buffy shoved him hard. "Who are you working for and what does he want?" "My master is De Vincint. He wants you and spike dead. And we will dance on your graves." At this, Buffy grew tired of the drama and staked the vampire. It's dust swirled around her and settled on her clothes. She walked to the door of the crypt in shock. She had lost Angel and Riley, but she would not lose Spike. Buffy promised herself that if she could save him, she would tell him that she loved him. Because she did.