part2
Tamed
Wild Dogs- Part 2 of "All that Heaven Allows
Series"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: All of the main characters are owned by Joss
Weddon and the WB. Poems are excerpts from Was he Married? and
Pretty by Stevie Smith . Lyrics "Hanging by a
Moment" by Lifehouse.
-Rated: Pg-13 (Language, Adult Situations)
-Summary: Second part of a Spike and Buffy series. S/B
related. Spike and Buffy are taken by a rich underground
demon-group with the purpose of being sold in an auction for
millions. The plot thickens as they grow closer to each other and
try to find a way back home. This story is set right after Season
4, so Season 5 hasen't happened, and won't
happen.
-Author's Note: Please send feedback! Tell me what you think,
I am far from done, many surprises ahead! My email is bih80@yahoo.com
(P.S.) I want to thank my roomate, Karla for doing Grammar
check on this piece!
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But there is no sufferinf like having made
a mistake
Beacause of being of an inferior make.
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(July 5 - 10:30 pm@ Sunnydale, CA)
Sitting like they had done so many
countless days and nights. Researching and pondering over the
latest evil that was threatening to open the Hellmouth.
That was their job, that's what
they did.
What person could actually say
that by the time they were twenty they had been kidnaped (various
times), had their life threatened, seen high school friends die
before them, seen creatures science would deny, had to dust a
person they previously knew, or prevented to apocalypse?
Not very many, but with all their
trials and tribulations, all HIS trials and tribulations, his
fingers were shaking violently in nervousness. Xander's thoughts
rambled on about all the possible explanations for the situation.
The scooby gang was gathered at
the Magic Shop.
Their new Slayer head quarters.
The problem? No Slayer.
That morning Willow had gone to
pick up Buffy, they were supposed to study for European Lit when
she found Buffy's house in a chaotic, bloody mess.
She remembered looking for Buffy's
body while her own body shivered in shock, she even looked for
Spike's dusty ashes, she knew that he had to pick up a box at
Buffy's place that Joyce had left for him. But body nor ashes
came up.
There was blood all over the
kitchen floor, and Xander had collected some just in case they
had a way of knowing who or what it belonged to.
But as of the moment, all they had
was a shaken crowd, a petrified boyfrined, a pissed of Ripper,
and a unrully mother.
They were getting no where.
The only thing that gave sometype
of a sign was the pile of wet clothes by Buffy's bed, as if she
had come in from the rain and changed.
Riley was growing uneasier by the
moment, he had been the last one to talk to her and she had not
mentioned Spike being in the house with her, so that means that
she must have been attacked alone.
The problem was that there was a
tossed pack of cigaretts on the living room floor and the vampire
was no where to be found.
At this moment all the men in the
room thought that Spike's chip had somehow malfunctioned and he
had attacked Buffy.
The women thought that both he and
Buffy were in danger.
The tension was growing in the
small shop, and it all centered on abduction, murder,
kidnaping,.........you know the usuals for 'Sunnyhell'.
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Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer to where I started
Chasing after you
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(July 6 @ the prison)
Buffy's eyes were closed as she
leaned her head against the wall she had proped herself on. Her
annoyance at the clickling sound was growing to its intensity.
"Cut it out." she said
looking at Spike who was keeping himself amused by taping the tip
of his keys to the metal pole at the end of the cot.
He cocked his head slightly and
looked at her with out stoping his movements.
"Make me." he said with
out an expression.
She sighted and rolled her eyes.
"I really don...."
Her words were interrupted when a
movement was heard outside thier cell door.
Spike nearly jumped out of the bed
and placed his ear on the door to see if he could make out what
the commotion was about.
Buffy followed him but jumped back
when the metal door began to open. After being cooped in there
for hours she needed to go out, especially to the ladies. Though
her bodily pain had left her she felt sticky and dirty, not a
good feeling.
Spike was in fighting mode, as was
Buffy. Whomever came through the door would be sorry they even
thought or considered their kidnap. But who ever came to the door
was prepared.
The man stood there looking at
them in their semi-squating possition. He smiled.
"Fighters to the ends,
eh?" He said.
Spike did not like him, his Arabic
accent giving away his dark-skinned nationality. He was not a
tall man nor skinny or fat. He was average in both ways.
The man reminded Spike of a
weasel. Slick, sticky, fingers were written on this man's face
and he was reading him like a book. He took orders from a
superior and played dirty and low-life. Reminded Spike alot of a
minion, he snorted.
The two demons who stood behing
him was the reason Buffy and Spike decided that it was a better
idea to only attack when attacked.
Buffy shivered at the apearance of
the two gigantic figures that were hoovering over 'Ali Ababa'.
They were Feoral demons. Too strong for her taste.
"Who the hell are you? And
what the hell are we doinf here?" she asked looking at the
man and demons with anger that pierced the room.
"The name's Pili, I am the
warren here." Spike definitely did not like him, he was a
'pisser.
"You are in the outskirts of
Luxor." he continued and streched out his arms to 'show off
' the place.
"Question remains
unanswered." she stated, clearly annoyed.
"Egypt." Spike said, his
thoat was making a distinctive growling noise that even took
Buffy by surprise.
Buffy's eyes widened in surprise
and anger. "EGYPT!!!?????" she screamed. "What the
FUCK are we doing in Egypt?"
Spike sensed Buffy was in the
brink of loosing her cool so he reached up and gently grabbed her
shoulder in reassurance never taking his eyes off Pili and the
demons before them.
She welcomed his coolness. It
calmed her ready-to-kill nerves. Whatever happened she knew Spike
and her had to stick together if they even had a chance of going
back home.
I'm falling even more in
love with you
Letting go of all I've held
on to
I'm standing here until you
make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here
with you
"Little Spitfire aren't you,
Slayer?" Pili asked his smile had faded.
Spike growled.
Buffy was about to give him a
piece of her mind but he din't let her.
"Ready for the tour?"
Pili asked.
"Of our Prison?"
Buffy asked him venomously.
"Of course." Pili simply
replied smirking.
Spike took his hand of her
shoulder and motioned for her to follow the weasel. Reluctantly
she followed Pili while Spike stood behind her, two demon at his
feet.
They steped out of the dark room
into a darker hallway. Spike took in his sorroundings and
frowned. The place was demon and vampire proof.
"Escape is a word of fantasy,
so don't dream about it, the last creature to escape the tunels
of Medinet was almost two hundred years ago." Pili said
conversationaly.
"You shouldn't have told me
that, I have a way of defying the odds." Buffy told him.
Pili stopped walking and turned
around to face her, his black eyes bore into her. "So do
we." he replied.
She lifted up her chin in defiance
and met his hard gaze. "Kidnapping me was your first
mistake, kidnapping Spike was your second, telling us were we are
at was the third, and giving me hope was the fourth."
defiantly she continued. "I'll say your chances of defying
the odds are dwindled by a
fourth."
Pili's mouth sligthly raised in a
weasel smile, never leaving her gaze. He regarded her features.
"A lot of power in such a small pretty thing." he said
looking over her figure. He leaned in further, "What would
hapen if the Power were to leave?"
Buffy almost gasped as her eyes
grew wide with fear. She still had vivid pictures of last year
and how defenceless she was when the council had taken her
strenght. She looked up at the cold black eyes that screamed he
was as serious as serious could be.
Spike sensed her reaching her
breaking point and steped in between her and Pili, breaking the
eye contact. His blue eyes looked at the shorter man before him.
He din't smell human.
Pili looked at the vampire in
front of him. "Don't worry Spike, you are not going to be
left behind." he said not amused by the blue stare. "We
have doggie treats for you too."
Spike said nothing for a while and
continued his menacing stare. "Who yer' workin' for,
Weasel?"
Pili smiled. "Funny you
should ask, and you'll know, but not now." With that he spun
around and continued down the hall.
Buffy placed her hand on the back
of Spike's black T-shirt. He turned to look at her, she looked
frightned. Whatever Pili had told her hit a nerve and she looked
like a small fifteen year old who was scared of her parent's
wrath.
Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me
Spike took her arm that was
wrapped in his coat and pushed her to follow next to him after
Pili.
"I can't have you breaking
down on me, like that, Slayer." he said quietly as they
walked down the dark hall that seemed infinite.
Buffy's muscles tensed up and she
looked at him. "Spike, if they take my strenght I am
helpless." her eyes were still wide with fear, the memories
bitting at her thoughts.
"Hey! What's that talk?"
he said noticing the fear that was sweltering throughout her
pores. "We'll have none of that." He squeezed his arm
in reassurance. "K'?"
Buffy didn't answer but welcomed
his support with a small nod.
After all, they were two wild dogs
that have been captured.
All their life, taught to fence
off each other and then all of the sudden thrown in a jumble that
had to force them to work together.
She sighted. Away from the
hellmouth, yet its presence was darkening and overwelming.
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(July 6 @ Lost Angeles, CA)
"Angel Investigation, Good
Afternoon, how may I help you?" Cordilia said too
enthusiastically sarcastic into the receiver.
Angel gave her a piercing glanze.
Maybe this 'politeness' conversation had its repercussions. He
frowned at her sarcasm. That's Cordy for you. he
thought.
He turned to leave.
"Oh, its just you,
Giles." Cordilia said sinking into her chair, there was no
trace of the previously enthusiastic girl Angel had just seen.
At the name 'Giles', Angel froze
and turned to face a worried Cordilia.
Buffy. Was the only thing
that came to Angel's mind. He knew by way Cordy was adverting his
eyes that something was wrong.
"OK, Giles, clam down, let me
put Angel on the phone." She said.
Angel almost snatched the phone
from her hand in lightening speed but she didn't let him and held
the receiver behind her back.
"Cordilia..." Angel said
in desperation.
She looked at him and met his hard
gaze.
"Calm yourself down,
Angel." she reminded him.
At times, Angel forgot what a
strong person she really was underneath all the Gucci talk. It
was moments like this that she reminded him of who he was.
"You are a detective now,
remember?!" she said, slowly bringing the phone to his
waiting hand.
He took it from her in a more calm
manner , but his eyes never left hers as Giles explained all that
Angel was dreading to hear.
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They had made too many turns and
Buffy no longer knew were they were at. The more they walked the
cleaner and nicer the place seemed. Almost as if they had been
brought out of the darkness and into the light.
Next to her Spike was
concentrating on memorizing the place and she could tell by the
way his forehead was slightly wrinkled and the way his eyes
darted around thier surroundings.
She amazed herself, at times, at
how she could read his facial expressions and know exactly what
he was thinking. Although no longer holding on to her arm, his
pressence next to her gave her the strength she needed to remind
herself that; she was the Slayer and she did not take no crap
from nobody, especially someone as, (what was it that Spike
had called him....weasel?) weasely as Pili.
She frowned at her thoughts and
Spike noticed, he gave her a look that she knew all too well.
That look was the "Don't
worry, pet." look. She had to enjoy this one she had only
seen it a few times.
I'm falling even more in
love with you
Letting go of all I've held
on to
I'm standing here until you
make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here
with you
But the tension in his jaw was
evident; he was as worried as she was.
Ahead Pili stopped infront of a
wood door and faced them.
"Beyond this, it's your play
ground." he said singnalling the door with his head.
"You can interact with the others, but at the first gesture
of violence you will be terminated." he
smiled.
Spike looked at him even more
confused.
Who the hell were these
people? What did they want? Why the sudden freedom? he
thought quickly. He glanced down at Buffy who was as confused as
him and his eyes went back to Pili.
"What the hell do ya, mean',
mate?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
"All questions will be
answered in due time." he simply stated. He opened the door
and walked through, the others followed.
Pili stoped in front of one of the
many doors in the coridor and pulled out a key, unlocking it.
"Like you American's say,
Home Sweet Home." he said, gesturing with his hand for them
to enter.
"Hey!" Spike said
defensevely.
Pili chuckled at his reaction,
"Calm down, old man." he said "No harm done.
Please, go in."
Buffy moved before Spike. It was
obvious that they were there for the long run, and she just
wanted to take a bath and lay down.
Reluctantly, Spike followed the
blonde Slayer.
"I immagine you are itching
to shower." he said not letting them answer. "But don't
fret, all you need is inside, the Master insist on keeping our
'Specials' at thier best comfort. In about an hour dinner will be
served, and you will dine with the others."
"What others?" Spike
asked quickly looking at Pili and searching the dark man's face.
"Well you two are not the
only ones, even though you are the only ones sharing a room, but
He insists on a no separation rule."
"Can't you please just tell
us what is going on?" Buffy asked .
"Get refreshed first, all
will unveil itself in due time." Pili said motioning again
for them to enter.
Once inside both Spike and Buffy
were extremely surprised and taken back. There were two twin beds
with white warm beddings in the center of the room, a night table
with a lamp on top in the middle separating the beds. The room
had no windows, but had a two lounge chairs in a corner. There
were ash trays throughout the room. There were also two doors
inside the room. One was an obvious closet door, the other was
obviously the bathroom.
Buffy turned around instinctively
to look at Pili and ask an explanation for trying to make them
more 'comfortable', but by the time she spun around the door had
already closed, locking her and Spike inside their prison.
Spike walked to the door and tried
to pound it down, Buffy let him, he needed to get his energies
out.
He hit the door with all his
might, his game face came out and he screamed as he saw that the
wood was magically enforced. He was annoyed, pissed off, mader
than hell.
Here he was. A master vampire, who
at a point in time had been a terrifying menace throughout the
world, and now was shrunken to a nothing. A prisoner! A
conventionalist. A poofer'. A wanker. He felt as if his manhood,
his vampirism had been stripped right through his fangs and was
dangling in front of him, laughing at his patheticness.
He saw it, his demon, making fun
of him, right in front of him. He hit it with all his might,
kicking it, strangling it, punching it, smaking it against the
door.
Then he paused. There was nothing
there but a wooden door that prevented him from escaping. He hit
both his closed fist on the wood and laid them to rest bringing
his forehead to kiss the hatch. He sighted in defeat.
He forgot that Buffy was in the
room and slumped his shoulders. Great! Have a bloody hysteria
attack in front of her! Not like she's doing better he'self.
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite
sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm
diving into
Just hanging by a moment
here with you
"Better?" Buffy asked
quietly after his shoulders had slumped down because of vain
effort.
He shrugged and didn't answer her.
Buffy hugged the coat around her
shivering figure. She was beyond scared. Her eyes were sunken and
dark shadows traced their angry path underneath her lashes. Her
cheekbones were accentuated by her thinning figure, in one word
she looked haggard.
They were not receiving any
answers. Someone had sought them out, they were not the only
ones, they were the 'specials', it was all too heavy, too
obscure.
She had not received a prophesy
warning her against this, no Slayer dream, no Willow with her
computer, no Giles with his expirience, no Xander with his weird
views, it was all upto her. She was so used to being pointed
towards the direction of the danger that she had never considered
that all of them made her successful.
They were a web, the slayer
was all of them. She was the muscle, Giles the wisdom, Willow the
magic, and Xander the support.
So here she was all alone without
them and only her mortal enemy as a companion. A mortal enemy
that could easily drive her to hysteria with one look, and a
mortal enemy that could make her think straight with the brush of
his hand against her skin.
She had not realized she was
crying until she felt his arm come around her shoulder. She
responded by unconciously resting her head on his lean strong
shoulder. She felt his hand run carelessly on her shoulder blade
and she heard him whispering words of comfort in her ear.
There's nothing else to
loose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That could change my mind
She let go of herself. She burried
her head on his chest and sobbed out of loneliness.
How ironic life could be.
She thought to herself.
They stayed in the comforting
embrace until she had no tears left next. He waited until her
breathing went down to normal.
"Better?" he asked
repeating the words she had asked him earlier.
She gave him a weak smile.
"Spill, and I'll stake you." she said jokingly.
"Deal." he said warmly.
"I'll just add it to the list."
"What list?" she said
confussed staring at him.
"You know, pet, the '300
hundred reason to stake Spike, but have yet to do." he
smirked smugly.
She glared at him and stood up.
She hiccuped from her crying and looked over at him, noticing
blood on his face.
"Are you hurt?" she
asked.
He din't feel pain. Looking down
at his shirt he noticed dried blood.
"I don't feel it" he
said confused, he lifted up his t-shirt to reveal many tiny
bleeding scrapes in his stomach.
"You have it all over
it." she said looking close to his exposed skin. "How
did this happen?"
He frowned at the healing scrapes.
"Dunno, probably when the windows exploded in your
kitchen."
Buffy remembered and gasped. She
clearly remembered the large gash she had seen in his back when
he collapsed on her stairs. She walked around him to lift the
back of his shirt.
"Buffy?" he asked
confused.
On his back by his shoulder blade
was an embeded piece of glass that was sticking from the still
bleeding wound.
"You don't feel this?"
she asked concerned, touching the swollen skin.
He looked over his shoulder.
"Slight burning, but that's all."
"Spike, you have a three inch
piece of glass burried in your skin and you feel a slight burning
sensation?" she asked looking at his turned face.
He shrugged "Yeah."
"Take your shirt off."
she said walking to the door that was supposed to be the
bathroom.
She came back out with a
shoe-sized box of first aid kit. "How convinient." she
said sarcastically.
He agreed. This was all too
suspicious.
He sat down at the edge of the
bed, with his shirt removed to expose many tiny slashes covering
his smooth white planes.
Sitting behing him, she took off
his duster. "I'm gonna pull it out and sew you back
up." she stated bringing out the alcohol bottle and pouring
it over the wound.
"Do you even know how to
sew?" he asked concerned at how he might look afterwards.
"No better time to
learn." she said carelessly.
He groaned frustrated.
"I can't believe you don't
feel this." she said lightly tuggin at the glass.
"I guess its the vampire
aspect of the enti...Ahhh." he cried and twisted his back.
"OK, see that hurt." he said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry." she said
sheepishly. He hissed everytime she pulled and she almost felt
his pain.
When she finally removed the
object from his fresh she let out a sigh of relief.
"There!" she held the 3
X 2 inch piece of glass and held it up to him, her fingers full
of his blood. "I still can't believe you din't feel this
inside of you."
Spike took the object and frowned,
then flinched when Buffy, without warning, started to sew his
wound.
"Thank you." he
murmmured.
She gave the back of his bleached
head a small smile. "You're welcome." she said
silently.
There's nothing else
This is awkward. She
thought.
They were silent while she cleaned
his back.
"You're being awfully quiet.
Beginning to give me the wiggins." She said placing the last
tape on top of the gauze that covered his wounded shoulder blade.
"There all better."
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
"Just thinking." He
said. He stood and walked to the slidding door that was the
closet.
"About what?" she asked
conversationally, placing all the instruments of care back into
the white plastic box.
He ignored her question and opened
the door to reveal a closet full of clothes. To the left were
women clothes that were very much her size and to the left were
men's clothing that were obviously going to fit Spike. All
included were undergarments and shoes.
He turned his head to look at her
and she was disturbed by his discovery as much as he was.
He cocked his eyebrow at her and
she knew what that face meant. She said it outloud "Weird
Much?"
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"Master?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"It is done."
"Good."
"Do you need the
remote?"
"Yes"
"Here"
"Be gone."
"Yes, master."
Silence.
///Click///
"Well, hello you two, looks
like you found the goodies that I left you."
Silence.
"Patience, young ones, the
time will come. All things will reveal themselves in good
time."
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Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and
you'll be able
Very soon not to even cry
pretty
And so be delivered entirely
from humanity
This is prettiest of all, it
is very pretty.
from Pretty by Stevie
Smith
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The door opened.
"Dinner." the guard
simply stated.
Buffy nearly jumped, she was
starving. Spike followed at her foot glaring over the 7 foot
guard.
"What do they feed, 'yer
buggers?" he murmmured under his breathe. Upset because the
larger the guards got the less chance they would have to escape.
They entered the
"social/dinning" area of their prison and were heavily
dismissed by most of the other prisoners that were there. They
seemed to be the last to have been captured.
"Seems we are late."
Spike commented to Buffy who was standing next to him studying
the room as well.
"Well you know what they say,
better late than never." she said dismissively.
"You Americans and your
sayin's" he looked at her and snikered at her gaze of
annoyance.
"Are you going to stand there
and actually pretend that every other word that exits your mouth
is not in some way a mutilation of YOUR English language?"
she asked with a dally smile on her face.
"Sod off!" he said
smirking.
They both reinvested themselves
onto their surroundings.
"Master Spike?"
Both Buffy and Spike jumped at the
sound of the squeaky voice that came from behind them.
"Master? Is that you?" a
thin little vampire came out of the dark conners of the room and
headed strait for Spike with open arms.
Spike stared at the minion with
dread and annoyance. He hated minions, even his own. And the last
thing that he wanted was for one of his offspring to see him with
the Slayer. If word got out he was deader than undead.
Wait! What was he thinking? They
were not going to get out of this hellhole.
The minion knealed in front of
Spike in reverance for his Sire.
"For bleedin' sakes, stand up
Malcolm!" he hissed completely embarrassed for his minion's
stupidity.
"Pardon me, master, we
thought you dead!" the vampire cried out with his head still
bowed.
"I am dead, you moron, now
get yer' arse off the floor!" He was more upset that the
minion had not responded to his Sire's words the first time. This
was seen as disrespectful, but then again Spike really cound't
blame the fleeting, he had abandoned him in a couple of
months period.
Buffy was completely amused by the
scene unfolding infront of her. She had never really seen the
interaction the creatures of the night had with each other. What
amazed her the most what this grown man's willingness to unterly
comply to everything Spike said.
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Malcoml stood with a happy glee in
his face at seeing his Sire once again. "Master
Spike,......." he kepted smiling like an idiot.
"Wipe that silly grin off
yer' face!" Spike comanded clearly annoyed with the
stupidity of the youngster.
"Mmm, shall I come back
later, after the reunion is over?" Buffy asked
sarcastically.
Spike glared at her.
"Master Spike!"
"What is it?!!" he
nearly screamed.
"That's.....that's the
sl-slayer, Sire!" Malcolm pointed to Buffy in horror.
"Oh hell!" Spike said
exasperated. "Don't worry about it! Go,...Go get me a
feed!"
The vampire was still looking at
Buffy with a petrified face.
"Don't worry Master Spike,
I'll protect you from the Slayer!" Malcolm said out of
nowhere.
"You're going to protect
Spike from my harmful wrath?" she asked the vampire glanzing
over at Spike with a divert smile on her face.
Spike's temper was heightening.
"Malcolm!"
The little man swirled to face his
Sire.
"Get me a feed and get
lost." Spike said severely keeping eye-contact with him.
Dominance was the game.
The minion practically leaped to
obbey his wishes.
"How is it that you say
it?...Ahh, yes; Cute lil' bugger." Buffy said watching the
minion run.
"Yeah, I was indiscerptibly
drunk when I turned him." Spike said sarcastically.
"So you're a Slayer?"
"Aren't we the ever popular
couple?" she said unammused, and turned to the man who had
spoken.
Spike paused and froze when he
recognized the immortal.
"Don't you think the question
is, Jabari, what is William the Bloody doing with the likes of
the Slayer?" the other man said to his partner.
Jabari was dark and intimidating
while his partner was rough and hansome. Both around thirty and
very well built. They looked like warriors from a past time. A
time of knights and their fair ladies. Ancient yet new.
Buffy sighted. Great! "Oh
look, honey, and we tought we weren't going to make any
friends!" she said sarcastically and silently figuring how
long it will take her and Spike to get rid of the goons.
"Slayer..." Spike tried
to warn her, she probably din't even know what immortals were and
was trying to figure out a way to kick their ass as he was
speaking.
Closer to where I started
Chasing after you
The two men approached them
defiantly. Spike backed up. He knew the danger.
Buffy gave him an incredulous look
as he backed up, she had never known Spike to back up out of a
fight.
"Spike?"
"Let them be."
All four head turned to the now
revealed old man wrapped in tunics of linen sitting on a thin
chair. His eyes were tired but wise, and he had a certain peace
around him that it almost called Buffy.
Almost as if he had found all the
secrets of life and was holding them hostage. He looked beat up,
there were bruises around his face. Yet he still cried out peace.
"Qaletaqa!" Spike almost
cried. He strode rapidly towards the sitting man.
Buffy's mouth dropped open as she
saw the reverence Spike was giving this old man, and he
was a human, Buffy could sense it.
Spike croached in front old the
old man and reached out for his hand bringing it up to his
forehead.
Buffy felt delirious.
"William." the man said
nodding in appreciation at Spike's respect.
Spike looked at the man with
concern at his beaten face. "Taqa, how did they get
you?" Spike asked frantically.
"It is not important,
William, it is the way it was meant to be."
Buffy nearned the couple. She had
never seen Spike act like this towards another human, come to
think about it she had seen a lot of him today that she had never
seen before.
I'm falling even more in
love with
Letting go of all I've held
onto
I'm standing here until you
make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here
with you
"You knew?" Spike asked
a bit edgy.
Taqa smiled at Spike's concern and
patted his shoulder in comfort. "My time is coming,
William." the man said with unconsummed acceptance.
"No, Taqa, don't say
that!" Spike swallowed hard. He knew that whatever came out
of the man's mouth was supernatural law. He looked at Buffy with
a stark expression that screamed HELP! "We're gonna get you
out of this bloody place, don't you fret."
Taqa looked up at Buffy and smiled
at her with knowledge.
Buffy felt weightless, and foamy,
his gaze was penetrating. Complete seductive peace took over her
limbs and she unconsciously returned his smile.
"William, I see you have
brought me the Slayer?"
Spike looked back at the man that
held Buffy gaze. "You knew we were coming didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
Buffy asked confused. She had almost led herself to believe that
this man was wisdom incarnation.
Taqa didn't let any of them talk
and held up both his arms wearily to Buffy, an invitation to an
embrace. "Come here, child."
Spike watched in amecement how
Buffy voluntarily walked to Taqa and squat herself next to Spike
in front of the wrapped figure. But then again, he remembered he
was not far from it himself when he first met the wiseman.
I'm living for the only
thing I know
I'm running and not quite
sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm
diving into
Just hanging by a moment
here with you
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Taqa gazed down to the Slayer's
large green eyes and held her by her shoulders.
Buffy felt exposed to this man's
gaze. She didn't know who or what he was but whatever it was it
was not evil. Her eyelids fluttered and they unconsciously
closed. He was peace, tranquility, everything she had ever wanted
in her short life but had been denied to her. His gaze felt like
warm water was washing her soul and then she heard music, such
sweet music that floated above her head in a companionship and a
comforting lingering presence.
She felt her knees buckle but she
did not fall, she felt suspended, held by an unforseen power.
This power was her support as her body became gelatin, dripping
to the floor, decomposing before her eyes, but there was no
panic, no fear, no regret, just welcoming aid.
Hanging by a moment
The force turned into something
beautiful. It covered her. White cloud-like links that rounded
her body and lifted her. She slumped against the enveloping white
cloud that carried her and all her troubles.
How wonderful she felt! It was
purely magical. She knew she no longer had her body, it was just
her essence, her soul. Gone were the pressures, the
responsabilities, the consious thoughts, and ideas of rights and
wrongs. There was no wrong here. She was complete.
She continued to float in orgasmic
serenity, her head dancing in the white cloud like rods that had
so lovenly embraced her. She was in amacement but then felt her
body being set down and the white clouds were disentangling from
her being. She reached out and held on to them pulling the cloud
to cover her body once more. She never wanted to loose this
feeling of utter contemptment.
Hanging by a moment
The rods tried to pry themselves
from her body again and she wimpered. "No" she
whispered. With that the cloud of ultimate peace swallowed her
vulnerability and held her till her mind contended, giving in to
sweet blissful sleep.
Hanging by a moment here with you
To be
continued........................ (Please feedback!)
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