"Oh and, I'm gonna take that out in a sec." Buffy threw her head back to glance at Spike, who was sitting on a chair in the magic shop, arrow still in his chest. "Oh I don't think so, Summers." He smiled, fighting the pain.
Buffy turned back to Giles. His glasses rested on the table, and his expression was one of eghaust. "So then we killed the other three and this big, ugly guy..." She paused, peering in at him with concern. "Have you been sleeping okay?" Giles jumped out of his trance. "What, oh, yes, certainly. Continue."
Buffy looked at him, questioning. She began again, slowly. "So then this big ugly guy came out of the bushes with a crossbow, pretty heavy weaponery for your average vamp, and took out Spike. Didn't look twice at me."
Giles furrowed his burrow in concentration. He cleared his throat. "Yes well, there could be a number of things at work here, or just regular..." Giles was unable to finish his sentence.
All the while Spike had been fighting the urge to cry out in pain. Now, his blood curling scream rang out in the shop, cutting off the Watcher's explaination. He had been so giddy when the arrow missed, not concentrating enough to notice the vampire didn't seem to give a damn that he hadn't hit the heart.
What was it that he had said? As he was leaving? Spike wrote it off as some bold victory remark then, but now it seemed important. He struggled to remember as everything around him became fuzzy.
The straightedged lines of the shop's bookselves went wavy. It was totaly and completly disorienting feeling that washed through him, his body going numb. The shop lights, even dimmed, were an assault on his senses.
He felt water dripping on his forhead. Had it been raining tonight? No. He even wasn't outside. He was sweating. Heavily. Oh god was he hot. The fever ran through him, he hadn't felt anything this painful in a long while. His entire body was on fire. Was this what it felt like to die as a vampire? It was like nothing he remembered. Not even the first time. He struggled to remain awake.