Hey, people. I got such good reviews I decided to go ahead and post two more chapters. So, enjoy.
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Part 4: Run Away
She didn't like Lang. Then, she didn't like anyone here, but especially Lang. The woman looked at her as if she were caring the Second Coming, and there was no telling what she had plan for the baby once it was born. That scared her more then anything.
A cool breeze blew off the ocean as Buffy sat on the ground. Her feet were dug down deep in the sand, as she looked up and down the beach. She was trying to see if there was any possible way she could get out of there, but, thus far, Lang had been right. No one got on or off the island without there knowledge. Even if she did get out of there, she wouldn't have any idea where she was going.
Buffy looked down at her stomach. She was barely starting to show, but she looked fat in the bathing suit. Gently, she placed her hand over the small bulge that had started to form and sighed. She had to get off.
"Ms. Summers," a man called from down the beach.
Buffy turned to see the other doctor, Chen, standing there with his hand shading his squinting eyes. He was a good bit younger than Lang, maybe only a couple of years older than Buffy herself. The little blonde couldn't help but wonder how he got mixed up in all this.
"What is it, Chen?" she asked as she squinted up at his form.
"Dr. Lang was just wondering how much longer you were planning on staying out here," he told her.
"Not much longer," she said turning her attention back to the ocean.
"Well, when you're ready, she'd like to see you in her office," Chen said as started back towards the main compound. Buffy managed to push herself up off the sand, and headed after the young man.
Lang had kept her word about making her life more comfortable if she corporate. She had nearly complete access to whole island, the doctors tried to be nice when they spoke to her, and they had even moved her to a apartment type cell.
They said it wasn't a cell, just her room, but when one is unable to leave on their own free will, it's a cell, no matter what they call it.
It took a moment for Buffy's eyes to readjust to the artificial light in the main building. Her skin suddenly felt hot when the air conditioning hit her, and she finally noticed how red it looked. Lang was going to have a cow that she got sunburned, but it would be gone by tomorrow. Besides, she doubted that it would hurt the baby in any way.
Buffy reached the last office in this hall and hesitated for a moment. It was her office. The office she had spent way too much time in the past few months. The office she always seemed to find herself standing right outside of.
Lang had left the door slightly ajar that day, and Buffy could hear speaking on the phone to someone. The Slayer leaned up against the wall, and began to ease drop just like she use to do when her mother was on the phone with someone and didn't want her to know it.
"She seems to be doing rather well, Sir," Lang said confidently. "It's almost been a full two weeks since her last escape attempt."
I wouldn't exactly call me looking for a boat at the dock an escape attempt, she thought to herself. Not with fifty guards watching me, at least.
"What do you mean?....No, she hasn't tried to hurt the child, as I suspected....No, you said you didn't know if she would try something or not. I am the one that stated that she would care for the child and be protective of it. If it were up to you and the others, I would still have her strapped down to a bed somewhere, completely drugged out of her mind. It's healthier this way. For both of them....True, you might know her past, but I know her personality. She wouldn't dream of hurting her baby, no matter who the father is."
Unconsciously, Buffy reached down and placed her hand over her stomach. If Lang wanted to see protective, just let her try and do something to her baby.
"What about him?....Yes, Sir, we are still treating him as a hostile....I understand....No. To be completely honest, if it were at all possible, I wouldn't have told her," she laughed. "It's just going to be harder to take the child from her when it's time."
What?! If she thought she was laying a hand on her child-!
"Yes, Sir....I understand. Goodbye," she said hanging the phone up.
Buffy jumped to her feet and started to walk away. She couldn't stand to look at the woman right at that moment, let alone speak with her. Plus she had to figure a way off this rock and soon. Sure, it was a top priority to begin with, but now she understood that she had to do it right now before they tried anything.
Then there was the fact that soon she wouldn't be able to travel that well, and she needed to get as far away from them before that happened. But in order to do that, she would need help. Help she didn't really want, but desperately needed. Help that could only come from one person, the only other person she did not want to see more than Lang herself. She was going to need Spike's help.
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Lang let out a sigh after she hung up the phone on her boss. Though he was a very proper man, he gave her the creeps. Something about him just made her feel uneasy, like he would do anything to get what he wanted. She would just have to remember to stay on his good side.
The woman reached down and typed a command into her computer. Her schedule for the day came up, and she frowned as she read over it. That was just wonderful.
She left her office and headed down the hall to the lab that her partner was working in. Chen looked up at her for a moment, then went back to typing something on his computer.
"I need you to do something for me," she told him.
"Don't you always?" he asked.
"I was supposed to examine the vampire tonight, but my assistant double booked me and I am expected at a board meeting on the main land. Could you please take my appointment?"
"With the vampire or the other blood suckers?"
Lang rolled her eyes. Why did she even bother sometimes?
"The vampire, Chen. Because, in case you haven't noticed, you don't have the best people skills out there. If I let you go to the board meeting, you probably have all of our jobs by morning, then where would we be?"
"I don't know," he said as he finally stopped what he was doing. "I mean, at least you don't have to worry about the board members attacking you."
"He'll be unconscious, Chen. And it'll only take a moment to make sure he hasn't injured himself or any such thing."
The young man thought it over, then smiled at her.
"Do I get paid extra for this? It being your job and all."
Lang drew in a breath to try and keep her anger down. His job was to be her underling, and all he did was aggravate her.
"No. Just do it because I said."
"Not good enough," he answered as he leaned back in his chair. Then an idea struck him. "Tell you what. I'll do this if you let me get a copy of the tape."
"Tape?" she asked before understanding what he meant. It was vile, disgusting, unprofessional, and, most of all, do able. "Deal."
Chen smiled to himself as he leaned forward and placed his hands back on the keyboard.
"Nice doing business with you, doc."
"Just keep it to yourself," she warned. "And, if anyone asks how you got it, I will deny all knowledge and let you deal with the mess."
"Fine by me. See you later, Lang."
The woman turned and walked out of the office.
"Troll," she muttered to herself before heading back to her office to wait for Ms Summers.
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The car speed along the dark, deserted high way, the little red body cut through the night in a blur, as the automobiles three occupants kept checking over their shoulders.
"Faster, Xander!" Anya cried.
"I'm going as fast as we can, Ahn!" he yelled back.
The young mans eyes checked the speedometer for the millionth time, and it read the same, 114 mph. That was the top speed of Giles little red convertible, but he wished it was more. Like worp speed faster.
Willow sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the pages of the old book she had found at Giles apartment. They didn't have much time left, and he hoped that his oldest friend would find whatever spell it was she was looking for. She would! She had to.
"I found it!" she exclaimed happily as if she were reading his thoughts.
"Great, Will. Now we just have to get Giles back here and-"
"Xander! Look out!!" Anya screamed from the backseat.
Xander turned his attention back to the high way just in time to see the headlights catch a woman who was standing directly in front of them. His eyes widen as he griped the stirring wheel.
"OH-" he didn't even finish the swear when the two objects collided.
Anya and Willow were both screaming as the car went into a spin. He could feel it lifting up, but he couldn't let the car flip. If it did, they would all be killed. His mind raced as he remembered what his drivers ed teacher said about turning into a spin. He did just that as he prayed that they would stop. An eternity later, it did.
The car had stopped to where they were facing the way they had just came. Though the front of the car was bent in from the collision, and one of the headlights were out, he could see the body of the woman lying in the road face down.
Oh, God, had he killed someone?
"Are you guys alright?" Willow asked as she looked from friend to friend.
"I think so," Anya said from the back seat. "But I don't think we should let Xander drive anymore."
At seeing his face, Willow looked out the window. She put her hand up over her mouth, and then laid it gently on his shoulder.
"Xander," she said in a low weak voice.
"It's okay, Will," he lied.
He'd have to feel guilty about this later, right now they had to get away. Xander pressed down the accelerator, only to have the car groan at him.
"Oh, no," he said to himself as he fiddled with the gear shift. "Don't do this to me."
"Xander?" Anya said leaning forward.
"Come on you stupid piece of junk," he said to the car, ignoring his girlfriend. Still, nothing but a groan.
"Xander," she said a bit more forcefully.
He continued to try and make the damage convertible move until she grabbed his head and forced him to look up. The woman's body began to move, and she forced herself up into a standing position. She walked into the light and Xander felt his heart sink.
"That was no very nice," Glory said crossing her arms. "Now you've ruined my favorite dress."
"Out of the car," he said as the group did just that.
They scrambled in the dark and he could hear her calling, "You know, I just want my key. If you just let me have it, they we can forget everything."
He glanced back towards the road where she had been standing, only to find it empty. When he looked forward again, she was waiting for them. He slid to a stop just short of her, and she reached out and grabbed him by the shirt. She lifted him off the ground and smiled.
"Or not."
"Let him go!" Anya screamed as she leapt towards her.
Glory raised her hand and sent the ex demon flying back.
"Anya!" he cried as she slid to a stop.
The woman clutched onto his shirt and pulled the brown hair man close to her face.
"Now, be a good boy and tell me where my key is," she said to him calmly.
Willow said something that he didn't understand, but Glory suddenly dropped him and went flying away from him. It only took a moment for the creature to regain her bearings. Now her anger was directed from the boy who had hit her with the car to the witch who had thrown her. The woman got to her feet and started to walk in even steps towards the red head.
"Was I talking to you?!" she demanded.
"From this plan, I cast you back into the dark that you came. For it to hold you forever, and never your power to hurt again," Willow said as she read from the book.
"What?" Glory said.
"Open, oh door between heave and hell. Take back this angel that fell."
Xander could feel energy building around him. Little stabs of electricity snapped at his exposed skin, as they became viable in blue lighting bolts.
Willow kept her eyes dead locked on Glory, but he and Anya were watching the firework display that the red head was creating. One of the bolts hit Glory, then another, and another. The woman at first seem to view them as nothing more than a nescient, but, the more they hit her, the more pain they seemed to cause her. She jumped as one course through her, and then turned her attention back to the witch.
"You better stop this, you little..."
Her words trailed off as a blue glow began to surround everything. Slowly, she turned to see what was causing it, and found that the little bolts had started to come together and swirl. Willow was doing it, Xander had no doubt of that, as she held her hand out and concentrated on what she had created.
"Into the dark, I caste you now. Into the shadow world, where no goodness is aloud!"
The wind began to blow hard, covering the group in dirt from the desert around them. Xander put his head down for a moment to try and keep the dust out of his eyes, but he had to see if this works. Squinting, he looked back up at the two women that stood near him.
Whatever power Willow had tapped into seemed to be protecting the girl as she stood as firm as a rock. Glory, however, was fighting as she continued to push away from the portal and towards Willow.
"That's not my home!" she exclaimed. "I need the key to go home, and I'm not leaving without my key!"
She was a step in front of Willow when she belted out the last part of the spell.
"Leave this realm and all that dwell here. From you, they'll have nothing to fear!"
Glory's feet slid a little on the ground, it would just be a manner of time before she would be sucked in.
"Well, if I'm going to the shadow world," she said with stern face as her arm shot out and grabbed Willow by the wrist. "Then you're coming with me."
Glory leapt into the air, and, the power that had been holding Willow, let go.
"WILLOW!!" Xander felt himself scream, but couldn't hear it from the wind.
The two women flew in the air towards the blue light. The book Willow had used to cast the spell slipped from her hands just as the two bodies were swallowed by the light. A bright flash exploded and blinded Xander for a moment. When he looked again, everything had become still and quiet.
"Willow," he said lowly as he scrambled to his feet and raced towards where the women had been a moment ago.
The young man eyes raced over the scenery that was now starting to glow with yellow as the morning light began to break over head. There was nothing, but the book. He reached down, picked it up, and just stared at it for a long moment.
Then, he yelled in vain for his lost friend, "Willow!"
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