Chapter Twelve: It's Bad. Very, Very, Bad.
When Buffy finally came to the first thing she was aware of was an extreme pain in her left cheek and eye . . . and the screaming of a baby . . .
Her eyes shot open and she bolted up, suddenly aware of the fact that she had been lying on the floor. Quickly rising to her feet she saw the source of the screaming. Little Alexis lay on the bed, Brooke unconscious beside the newborn.
With a quick glance at the alarm clock on the side table Buffy saw she'd only been out for about twenty minutes. Good--wait . . . If Alexis and Brooke were still on the bed where was Spike?
Then she remembered . . . she'd been knocked out by a guy-- her Slayer "spider-sense" could tell he was a vampire. A thought suddenly popped in her head: What if the vamp had kidnaped Spike?
Oh no . . .
At full Slayer's speed she raced out of the room and down the hall to Katherine's room. She gasped. Dawn was lying in an unnatural position half on half off the bed and Angel was slumped on the floor against the wall.
Katherine was nowhere in sight . . .
Across town at the edge of the city of Rome a horde of vampire traveled back to the abandoned hotel where they'd set up shop. In the back, the same vampire who'd attacked Buffy still had Spike dangling over his shoulder. In the front of the group, another vampire, this one female, carried a sleeping child of three effortlessly in her long, pale arms. The vampire's long, brunette locks swished in the breeze and her long fingernails glistened in the moonlight.
Drusilla was back and she now had her William back, plus the child of her sire and the Slayer.
TBC
