Chapter 4

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Buffy's pov:

I have been looking for Spike for three day's now. I haven't slept, I haven't ate, I've barley gone to the bathroom, the only time I've stopped was to check in with Giles and he makes me drink something.

The good thing is that demonic forces are on the low, they know the Slayer is pissed.

The funny thing was, I wasn't sleepy. Or hungry, or anything. All that was replaced by rage. Pure, undiluted, rage. I haven't felt anything like it before. It kept me going. It replaced all other needs. Hate, I guess hate was in there too.

I've seen pictures of the first slayer. (Artistic interpretations.) I've read about her, (well, listened to what Giles told me about her.) and I feel like her. I was on the never ending hunt. I knew my target and I wasn't going to stop until my stake was in his heart and his information in my head.

I just wish I didn't ware pumps, they were starting to hurt my calfs.

"Buffy, what are you doing here?"

I spun around, ready for the kill. "Riley?"

"Um, yeah. Whats with the stake?" He gestured to Mr. Pointy timidly.

"Its uh, I'm building a fence. A very small fence. For midgets." Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, please help me.

"In the woods?"

"Where else do the midgets live?"

"Right..." Riley awkwardly looked at his toes, God, he was so sexy when he was embarrassed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Just out for a walk. Haven't seen you in class recently. Where have you been?"

"Oh, Willow is really sick. I mean, vomit, puss, fever, shivers, exploding diarrhea, the works. Its disgusting really. Our dorm, buried in a sea of vomit. I've just been watching her, helping her get better. Being a good friend." I must sound like an idiot.

"Well, um, I'm just going to let you get back to building that midget fence. Tell Willow to feel better."

"I will."

"Oh, Buffy, Do you want to get some coffee later? Get to know each other a little better?" He gave me one of those cute smiles of his. Where's that rage going?

"Sure." What, no. No you can't. Willow being dissected by commando freaks. Think rage, think hate, don't think sexy Riley thoughts.

"See you at seven?" His eyes were so hopeful.

"Actually, I just remembered, I can't. I'm sorry. Maybe another time. I'll let you know. I have a thing tonight, and Willow, exploding diarrhea." Riley was nice, Willow has saved me from unspeakable death.

He seemed a little hurt. "Okay. Well, I'll see you around Buffy."

"Bye Riley." I wish I could date him, a nice, normal boy. No strings attached.

Willow's pov:

It's been three days, (from what I could guess) since my interaction with Walsh, or any human being for that matter. The only thing I've been given to eat was some watery soupish thing, bread, and water.

But it was the lack of human interaction that was starting to make me go crazy. When you put someone with an above average IQ in a room with nothing to do for three days, sanity starts to be lost.

The only thing keeping me from going totally ballistic was the knowledge that I wasn't alone. Someone was next to me. I have never seen her, but I can feel her. She was scared, really scared.

I want to go to her, take her into my arms and comfort her, but I can't. I'm stuck in this stupid cell. I don't even know if she knows I'm here.

This was so frustrating. I punched the metal door out of hatred for my captures, hating that they weren't just keeping me here, but someone else as well.

Crack. Thats the sound my hand made when it connected with the door.

Holy shit, I just broke my hand. Great, fucking great. It really hurt. Tears started to well in my eyes. The door opened to revel Riley Finn and his cronies.

"What they hell did you do Rosenberg?" He growled.

"I broke my hand." I held it up. It was all black and blue, and bones were not looking normal.

"What did you do that for?" Riley demanded, reaching behind his back for a walkie talkie.

"Well, Captain Cardboard, I'm kind of going crazy. You lock me in here with nothing to do! I'm going nuts!"

"Take her to Walsh, bandage that up." Goon 1 and goon 2 grabbed me and pulled me down to a scary looking hospital like room. They pushed me into a chair.

Walsh's high heals clicked as she walked into the room. "I didn't ask to see her, whats wrong with her hand?"

"She punched the cell door, its broken." Riley said.

"X-Ray it, bandage it, I want to speak to her after." Walsh said, as if I wasn't here.

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The cast was white. No signatures, no nothing. Just white. It was my left hand, and the break wasn't that bad. It would take four weeks to heal. If I was still alive, that is. The cast was only up to my elbow, so I could still bend it.

"So, lets talk." Walsh put a file down on the table and sat across from me.

"Who do you have next to me? Who else did you kidnap?" I was going to be asking the questions now.

"Did I say you can ask questions?" Walsh seemed amazed at the notion that I had that ability.

"No, but I am. Who's next to me?" I stared her down, letting my eyes bore into her head.

"Girl by the name of Tara. Useless if you ask me. Too nervous to do anything. We'll break her soon though. She's one of those easily breakable ones." Walsh gave me one of those sick smiles.

Maclay? Tara seemed nice enough. I saw her at Wicca group and in class, saw being the main word. She never spoke. Never.

"I wan't to see her." I had no idea about Tara's abilities. I though she was just like the other girls.

"Why should we let you?"

"I'll spill the bowl of water for you, with magic."

Walsh's eyes lit up with this crazy kind of excitement. Her face was molded into that of a little boy's on Christmas.

"I want to be able to talk to her, and not have you or your bottom feeders breathing down are necks. Put us in the same cell and I'll do whatever you ask. No killing, though. Other then that, I'll be your little lab rat." I didn't want to do it. But I couldn't leave her alone anymore. We were stuck here, but we didn't have to be stuck alone.

Walsh picked up her walkie talkie, "Finn, get Tara Maclay and bring her here, now."

Yay, next chapter they are finally going to meet. The comments left for me for chapter 3 are really fantastic. Thank you so much. I hope this chapter has a similar effect. I need a suggestion, I don't know if I want to get them romantically involved while captured or after they escape. Vote in the comments. Also, I know Willow was not the first to call him Captain Cardboard, but I just had to stick it in there.

The Silent Scream- Thank you again for another lovely review. Your support means so much to me. Willow and Tara are going to start kicking butt.

Ltlconf- It always seemed weird to me too. I know Riley was in his twenties, he was an assistant teacher after all. However, I needed some sort of comic relief, the chapter was so depressing to write. And he has the emotional maturity of a teenager. Also, with the agent, I'm just calling him what they called him in the show. Staying true to the Buffyverse. I'm glad you approve of my Riley writing. :)

FifthHallow- I'm glad you like the story. I will update as much as I can.

TARAMACLAYFAN- Thank you for such a great comment! I have never received such a nice one. Its the reason this chapter is going up today. Not next week.

Guest- Unfortunately, Willow and Tara do not meet until the next chapter. I hope it lives up to expectations.