Broken Heartstrings - Part Three.
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss (lucky sod) Whedon owns all the characters from B:tVs
Distribution - Take what you like, but please ask first.
Feedback - Much appreciated. Flames will be met with hysterical laughter.
Xander came to a skidding halt at the doors to the Bronze. Rushing through them, he scanned the club for Giles, finally spying him on the balcony, but not before the Watcher had seen him. Motioning for him to come up, Giles cast his eyes over the dance floor one more time. "Giles!... G-man. Willow. In the - in the cemetery. With a - a knife." The englishman paused for a moment to translate what was just said. "We must tell Buffy. You stay here and keep an eye on this lot. I'll go." Xander panicked, "What if Will comes back this way? Last time we met she was wielding a penknife and saying she wanted to play and I don't think she meant tag." Giles took a cross and chain from his coat pocket and handed it to Xander. "Put it on and don't let her corner you. Stay with the crowd." Embracing eachother for what felt like the last time, the two men nodded their good luck and parted, Giles rapidly exiting the building while Xander kept his eyes glued to the dance floor.
"So gullible." Wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, Willow cast her eyes down the street to where Spike and Buffy battled on. The Slayer was growing tired and Spike was holding back. Always a good sign. Smiling slightly as her Sire glanced her way, she crossed the lawn back to the front window of Giles' home. Peering in, she noted Tara was curled up on the sofa, trembling. She tapped on the window, gaining the witch's attention and held up her hands, displaying her new-found toys. An aerosol can and a cigarette lighter. Revelling in the fear that spread across the girl's face, Willow held them up higher, eyeing them with amusement. Moving round to the back of the house, she ascended the wall, climbing up onto the roof. She carefully made her way across to the chimney and peered down, delighted that it was clear. Lighting up the flame, she shook the aerosol and sprayed it down over the fire and into the chimney, grinning wickedly at the sound of Tara's screams as her homemade flamethrower sent bursts of heat into the room.
Stopping at the curb, Giles sighted Buffy on her knees as Spike about to kill her with her own stake. He hurtled down the street and threw himself at the vampire, knocking them both to the ground and giving the Slayer enough time to get to her feet. Thrusting his fist into the Watcher's face, Spike regained his footing and lunged, landing on top of the Slayer before she could snatch back her stake. He kicked back, just as Giles attempted an attack and hit him square in the chest, sending him sprawling.
Sliding down the roof and landing on her feet on the lawn, Willow put her fist through the window, shattering the glass and heightening Tara's fear. The blonde girl fled in terror as the vampire sent more flames through the window, setting the sofa alight and causing smoke to start spreading throughout the house. Breath coming in sobs, Tara ran for the door, preparing to make a run for it. Throwing the door open, she looked out, leaning forwards slightly to get a better view.
Seizing the back of the girl's neck, Willow hauled her out of the house and dragged her across the road and down to the abandoned mansion Spike occupied, while Tara's screams went unheard by the Slayer and her Watcher.
Flipping back to her feet, Buffy thrust her fists up and out, catching the vampire in the jaw and causing him to stagger backwards into a parked car. Unrelenting, she backhanded him across the face and followed it through with a sharp punch from the other hand. Blocking her attack with his forearm, Spike seized her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, hurling her across the road like a ragdoll. Her grabbed the back of her jacket and slammed her against the wall, eyes glowing as the adrenalin rushed through his veins at the thought of killing the Slayer. "Why won't you die? It would save us both alot of hassle." Planting a foot in her side, he smiled as she gasped in pain. She slumped onto her side, temporarily unable to move. Putting his foot against her neck, he leaned on it slighty, contemplating choking her.
Eyes widening, he glanced down at his chest to see the stake protruding from it. Swinging around, he faced Giles, "Bloody bastard."
Backing through the heavy wooden door, Tara kept her eyes on the monster following her. The vampire stopped and glanced around the room. Nobody home. A sly smile playing on her lips, Willow took a step closer to her former lover and after a moment's thought, rocketed the heel of her hand into the blonde's chest, sending her flying back into a chair. Tara's weight giving it momentum, the chair tipped backwards, cracking the girl's head against the floor. Willow moved closer as she listened to the witch sob and, resting one foot on the chair leg she put all her weight onto it, causing the chair to right itself. "Always wanted a puppy. Mom wouldn't let me have one. Now I got one all of my own.", "Want me to tie her down?" Willow turned to face the doorway. Lucius stood there, hands in pockets. Nodding gently, the red-head crossed the room to Spike's first floor bedroom.
Tara winced in pain as she touched the back of her head and felt the heat omitted from the injury. Her hands pulled hard behind her back, she took a deep breath and the tears ceased to fall, leaving damp streaks down her face. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back slightly and listened while the leather-clad demon rummaged through the room nextdoor, no doubt in search of implements of torture. She watched while Willow stepped back into the room, turning the instruments in her hand as the dim light from the lamp in the corner danced across the surfaces. The red-head noted with pleasure that her "puppy"'s feet were tied to the chair legs and moved round to the front of the chair, bending down to look the girl in the eyes, "Good puppy. Stay." Straddling the girl, then sitting on her knee, she leaned foward slightly and held up a slightly bloodstained fork, waving it infront of Tara's eyes. She grinned as the light reflected on the fork shone in the girl's eyes, causing her to blink, "That's right, puppy." Tara squinted, whimpering softly as the vampire ran the prongs of the fork over her cheek and she felt the heat of the blood as it ran down her face. Willow shifted in the human's lap, leaning back to take her knife from her back pocket, "Willow's gonna make you bark."
Snarling contemptuously, Spike brought his fist up into the Watcher's gut, knocking the wind out of him. He ignored the pain the badly aimed stake was causing him and hauled Giles back to his feet, grabbing hold of the back of his neck and bringing the human's head into contact with his knee, "That bloody well hurt!"
The Slayer climbed back to her feet, stopping for a second as she saw the vampire's fist meet Giles' jaw. Straightening up, she stepped forward and seized hold of the stake, using all her remaining strength to push it up into Spike's unbeating heart. She smiled as he processed what was happening and gazed down at his chest, "Oh fuck..."
Taking the Watcher's arm, they glanced over to his house and looked at eachother. "Tara...", "Shit." Breaking into a run, Buffy snatched her stake from Spike's remains and headed to The Bronze.
"Puppy's gone all quiet." Willow pouted as Tara clenched her teeth, refusing to show the extent of her pain. Tapping the barbeque fork she had pushed into the blonde's shoulder, she licked the blood running from the wound, "Come on..." Hot tears adopted their familiar path across Tara's face and she glared at the vampire, holding her with a gaze of pure venom. Willow took the knife from it's sheath in the back of the chair, "Don't be a spoilsport." The red-head was getting bored, Spike's collection of painful instruments was rather limited and it wasn't producing the effect she wanted. Standing up, Willow moved away from the girl in the chair and glanced at Lucius before going off to find more amusing toys.
"Tara. Will's got Tara?" Buffy nodded slowly and Xander frowned, "What would she want with Tara?" Grabbing his forearm, Buffy pulled him in the direction of the exit, "Let's not find out."
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss (lucky sod) Whedon owns all the characters from B:tVs
Distribution - Take what you like, but please ask first.
Feedback - Much appreciated. Flames will be met with hysterical laughter.
Xander came to a skidding halt at the doors to the Bronze. Rushing through them, he scanned the club for Giles, finally spying him on the balcony, but not before the Watcher had seen him. Motioning for him to come up, Giles cast his eyes over the dance floor one more time. "Giles!... G-man. Willow. In the - in the cemetery. With a - a knife." The englishman paused for a moment to translate what was just said. "We must tell Buffy. You stay here and keep an eye on this lot. I'll go." Xander panicked, "What if Will comes back this way? Last time we met she was wielding a penknife and saying she wanted to play and I don't think she meant tag." Giles took a cross and chain from his coat pocket and handed it to Xander. "Put it on and don't let her corner you. Stay with the crowd." Embracing eachother for what felt like the last time, the two men nodded their good luck and parted, Giles rapidly exiting the building while Xander kept his eyes glued to the dance floor.
"So gullible." Wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, Willow cast her eyes down the street to where Spike and Buffy battled on. The Slayer was growing tired and Spike was holding back. Always a good sign. Smiling slightly as her Sire glanced her way, she crossed the lawn back to the front window of Giles' home. Peering in, she noted Tara was curled up on the sofa, trembling. She tapped on the window, gaining the witch's attention and held up her hands, displaying her new-found toys. An aerosol can and a cigarette lighter. Revelling in the fear that spread across the girl's face, Willow held them up higher, eyeing them with amusement. Moving round to the back of the house, she ascended the wall, climbing up onto the roof. She carefully made her way across to the chimney and peered down, delighted that it was clear. Lighting up the flame, she shook the aerosol and sprayed it down over the fire and into the chimney, grinning wickedly at the sound of Tara's screams as her homemade flamethrower sent bursts of heat into the room.
Stopping at the curb, Giles sighted Buffy on her knees as Spike about to kill her with her own stake. He hurtled down the street and threw himself at the vampire, knocking them both to the ground and giving the Slayer enough time to get to her feet. Thrusting his fist into the Watcher's face, Spike regained his footing and lunged, landing on top of the Slayer before she could snatch back her stake. He kicked back, just as Giles attempted an attack and hit him square in the chest, sending him sprawling.
Sliding down the roof and landing on her feet on the lawn, Willow put her fist through the window, shattering the glass and heightening Tara's fear. The blonde girl fled in terror as the vampire sent more flames through the window, setting the sofa alight and causing smoke to start spreading throughout the house. Breath coming in sobs, Tara ran for the door, preparing to make a run for it. Throwing the door open, she looked out, leaning forwards slightly to get a better view.
Seizing the back of the girl's neck, Willow hauled her out of the house and dragged her across the road and down to the abandoned mansion Spike occupied, while Tara's screams went unheard by the Slayer and her Watcher.
Flipping back to her feet, Buffy thrust her fists up and out, catching the vampire in the jaw and causing him to stagger backwards into a parked car. Unrelenting, she backhanded him across the face and followed it through with a sharp punch from the other hand. Blocking her attack with his forearm, Spike seized her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, hurling her across the road like a ragdoll. Her grabbed the back of her jacket and slammed her against the wall, eyes glowing as the adrenalin rushed through his veins at the thought of killing the Slayer. "Why won't you die? It would save us both alot of hassle." Planting a foot in her side, he smiled as she gasped in pain. She slumped onto her side, temporarily unable to move. Putting his foot against her neck, he leaned on it slighty, contemplating choking her.
Eyes widening, he glanced down at his chest to see the stake protruding from it. Swinging around, he faced Giles, "Bloody bastard."
Backing through the heavy wooden door, Tara kept her eyes on the monster following her. The vampire stopped and glanced around the room. Nobody home. A sly smile playing on her lips, Willow took a step closer to her former lover and after a moment's thought, rocketed the heel of her hand into the blonde's chest, sending her flying back into a chair. Tara's weight giving it momentum, the chair tipped backwards, cracking the girl's head against the floor. Willow moved closer as she listened to the witch sob and, resting one foot on the chair leg she put all her weight onto it, causing the chair to right itself. "Always wanted a puppy. Mom wouldn't let me have one. Now I got one all of my own.", "Want me to tie her down?" Willow turned to face the doorway. Lucius stood there, hands in pockets. Nodding gently, the red-head crossed the room to Spike's first floor bedroom.
Tara winced in pain as she touched the back of her head and felt the heat omitted from the injury. Her hands pulled hard behind her back, she took a deep breath and the tears ceased to fall, leaving damp streaks down her face. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back slightly and listened while the leather-clad demon rummaged through the room nextdoor, no doubt in search of implements of torture. She watched while Willow stepped back into the room, turning the instruments in her hand as the dim light from the lamp in the corner danced across the surfaces. The red-head noted with pleasure that her "puppy"'s feet were tied to the chair legs and moved round to the front of the chair, bending down to look the girl in the eyes, "Good puppy. Stay." Straddling the girl, then sitting on her knee, she leaned foward slightly and held up a slightly bloodstained fork, waving it infront of Tara's eyes. She grinned as the light reflected on the fork shone in the girl's eyes, causing her to blink, "That's right, puppy." Tara squinted, whimpering softly as the vampire ran the prongs of the fork over her cheek and she felt the heat of the blood as it ran down her face. Willow shifted in the human's lap, leaning back to take her knife from her back pocket, "Willow's gonna make you bark."
Snarling contemptuously, Spike brought his fist up into the Watcher's gut, knocking the wind out of him. He ignored the pain the badly aimed stake was causing him and hauled Giles back to his feet, grabbing hold of the back of his neck and bringing the human's head into contact with his knee, "That bloody well hurt!"
The Slayer climbed back to her feet, stopping for a second as she saw the vampire's fist meet Giles' jaw. Straightening up, she stepped forward and seized hold of the stake, using all her remaining strength to push it up into Spike's unbeating heart. She smiled as he processed what was happening and gazed down at his chest, "Oh fuck..."
Taking the Watcher's arm, they glanced over to his house and looked at eachother. "Tara...", "Shit." Breaking into a run, Buffy snatched her stake from Spike's remains and headed to The Bronze.
"Puppy's gone all quiet." Willow pouted as Tara clenched her teeth, refusing to show the extent of her pain. Tapping the barbeque fork she had pushed into the blonde's shoulder, she licked the blood running from the wound, "Come on..." Hot tears adopted their familiar path across Tara's face and she glared at the vampire, holding her with a gaze of pure venom. Willow took the knife from it's sheath in the back of the chair, "Don't be a spoilsport." The red-head was getting bored, Spike's collection of painful instruments was rather limited and it wasn't producing the effect she wanted. Standing up, Willow moved away from the girl in the chair and glanced at Lucius before going off to find more amusing toys.
"Tara. Will's got Tara?" Buffy nodded slowly and Xander frowned, "What would she want with Tara?" Grabbing his forearm, Buffy pulled him in the direction of the exit, "Let's not find out."