A Walk in Darkness
"DAMN!" The blond vampire yelled and hit the steering wheel of his car. "*Great* move Spike. Go *spoil* the moment, ruin the only chance you'll ever 'ave to tell 'er." He spoke aloud and threw up his hands in frustration before bringing them crashing down on the wheel again. He told himself. Realising that he'd left his last blood-bag on the sideboard in Buffys room, he cursed as he started up the car, and drove off towards Willys bar.
At the same time, Buffy had just found the blood-bag. Putting it in the fridge, she prayed that he'd return for it, like she used to hope Angel would.
She didn't wake until the phone rang early next morning.
"Uh. Hello?" she mumbled sleepily into the receiver.
"Buffy?? Thank Goddess you're okay!"
"Willow?"
"Buffy, where were you last night? Anya and Xander came to find you on patrol. We thought Angelus might have...you know... killed you."she ended in a whisper.
"No, I'm fine Willow." replied Buffy, "I just didn't go on patrol last night. Things've been kinda quiet on the demon front since Adam...but if Giles wants to know, I was...uh...figuring out how I'm going to kill Angelus."
"Buffy, thats why they were looking for you. We're going to restore his soul. Didn't Wesley tell you - about the prophecy?"
"Oh...yeah" Buffy said sheepishly. "Willow, why didn't Xander come here and look for me?"
"Oh! I guess he forgot about that. He and Anya were kinda...desperate to go do stuff."
"Oh. Right. So, where were you last night Wills? I wanted to talk."
"I-I was with Tara. We had to go to the magic shop, and I kinda figured you'd want time on your own, so I stayed at Tara's place. Oh, and Giles says you must come here- and hurry."
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." Buffy hung up the phone.
----later, at Giles'----
"Right, I believe we are all set. Willow, do you have all you need?"
"No. Not everything. I've been needing to speak to you about that." Willow said quietly. "The magic shop..doesn't have any Orbs of Thesula. They suggested I call this other place - which I did...seems theres nowhere around here thats sells them. Except this *one* place..."
"Well?"
"I called, and they had one. Theres only one *tiny* problem."
"Yes?"
"It's..uh..about a days drive away. I figured it would be quicker to go get it than to have them mail it."
Giles sighed. It had been a long night, and an even longer morning. "Very well. Wesley, you drive Willow to this..magic shop. Lord knows your car goes faster than mine does."
As they left, Buffy came in. "So, whats the plan?" she asked, turning momentarily to watch Willow and Wesley leave.
----That evening, in the crypt----
"Drusilla!" called Angelus. At his call, she came floating out of the shadows. "I'm going out."
"Ooh, can I come??" asked Dru excitedly.
"No. But I'll bring you something to eat."
"Ooh *Angelus*! Will you bring me the Slayer?"
"Now Dru," said Angelus sternly "I've already told you. The Slayers mine. And I'm not gonna kill her - yet. I have....*other* plans for her first." He grinned demonically, visions of what he wanted to do floating through his mind.
"Spike gave me the slayers *he* killed." Drusilla moaned.
"I TOLD you, NEVER mention that name again!" bellowed Angelus, slapping her across the face with such force that Dru fell to the ground. Grinning ecstatically she picked herself up, and presented herself to her sire. "Do it again! Do it again Daddy. Please." Her eyes lit up at the thought.
Much to her disappointment, Angelus left, wondering *why* he'd bothered turning her mad before turning her. Then he turned his thoughts to other matters.
Somewhere on the UC Sunnydale campus, Buffy was, rather unwillingly, on patrol, peacefully oblivious to the fact she was being watched. "Eleven p.m. No demons. No vampires, no werewolves. No nothing." she said to herself. Bored, Buffy started throwing her stake up into the air, and catching it, not noticing, not *sensing*, the figure creeping up behind her...until it was too late. Before she knew it, the stake was wrenched from her hand and sent hurtling into the undergrowth. Buffy spun around to face her attacker, kicking out as she did so. Her attacker ducked, then stood up. Moonlight fell on his face, and Buffy realised who it was.
"Angelus."
"Hello lover."
Angelus lashed out with his fist, but the slayer was ready for him. She grabbed his hand and threw him across the grass. Angelus landed with a thud, then picked himself up, ready to launch another attack on the Slayer. They stood, ready for each others attack, waiting. "I'm not here to kill you. Not yet. Just wanna see what you've got." said Angelus wickedly, completely vamped out. He growled as they circled each other. On impulse, Buffy ran towards him, and did a flying kick in the direction of Angelus' face. Angelus dodged her attack, then kicked, and she fell to the ground. He moved like lightning, and was upon her before she could get up. He pinned her to the ground, holding her arms down with his knees. She could feel the leather of his trousers against her skin.
"Your phone call...*inspired* me," he whispered savagely as Buffy struggled in vain to escape his grasp. "But hey, you know I *always* have to be in control.." He looked down at his leather pants. "...these pants are chafing....I could *really* do with some...I don't think I need to spell it out do I?"
He pulled at her shirt roughly, ripping most of it off. "You and I my love," he murmured, pulling out jar of honey "Are going to have a little fun...."
Spike lay in the back of the DeSoto, sleeping. A sudden scream awoke him. He jumped up, banging his head on the roof. "Bloody Hell!" he cursed. Climbing out of the car, he stood and listened. There it was again, terrified, distressed, . The shocking realisation of who the scream came from hit Spike like a truck, as he ran in the direction of the scream, using all his vampiric senses to find her. Rounding a corner, he stopped and listened carefully. Buffys scream rang out again, just to his left. Spike sprinted towards the scream, and turning another corner, found her. And him.
"DAMN!" The blond vampire yelled and hit the steering wheel of his car. "*Great* move Spike. Go *spoil* the moment, ruin the only chance you'll ever 'ave to tell 'er." He spoke aloud and threw up his hands in frustration before bringing them crashing down on the wheel again. He told himself. Realising that he'd left his last blood-bag on the sideboard in Buffys room, he cursed as he started up the car, and drove off towards Willys bar.
At the same time, Buffy had just found the blood-bag. Putting it in the fridge, she prayed that he'd return for it, like she used to hope Angel would.
She didn't wake until the phone rang early next morning.
"Uh. Hello?" she mumbled sleepily into the receiver.
"Buffy?? Thank Goddess you're okay!"
"Willow?"
"Buffy, where were you last night? Anya and Xander came to find you on patrol. We thought Angelus might have...you know... killed you."she ended in a whisper.
"No, I'm fine Willow." replied Buffy, "I just didn't go on patrol last night. Things've been kinda quiet on the demon front since Adam...but if Giles wants to know, I was...uh...figuring out how I'm going to kill Angelus."
"Buffy, thats why they were looking for you. We're going to restore his soul. Didn't Wesley tell you - about the prophecy?"
"Oh...yeah" Buffy said sheepishly. "Willow, why didn't Xander come here and look for me?"
"Oh! I guess he forgot about that. He and Anya were kinda...desperate to go do stuff."
"Oh. Right. So, where were you last night Wills? I wanted to talk."
"I-I was with Tara. We had to go to the magic shop, and I kinda figured you'd want time on your own, so I stayed at Tara's place. Oh, and Giles says you must come here- and hurry."
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour." Buffy hung up the phone.
----later, at Giles'----
"Right, I believe we are all set. Willow, do you have all you need?"
"No. Not everything. I've been needing to speak to you about that." Willow said quietly. "The magic shop..doesn't have any Orbs of Thesula. They suggested I call this other place - which I did...seems theres nowhere around here thats sells them. Except this *one* place..."
"Well?"
"I called, and they had one. Theres only one *tiny* problem."
"Yes?"
"It's..uh..about a days drive away. I figured it would be quicker to go get it than to have them mail it."
Giles sighed. It had been a long night, and an even longer morning. "Very well. Wesley, you drive Willow to this..magic shop. Lord knows your car goes faster than mine does."
As they left, Buffy came in. "So, whats the plan?" she asked, turning momentarily to watch Willow and Wesley leave.
----That evening, in the crypt----
"Drusilla!" called Angelus. At his call, she came floating out of the shadows. "I'm going out."
"Ooh, can I come??" asked Dru excitedly.
"No. But I'll bring you something to eat."
"Ooh *Angelus*! Will you bring me the Slayer?"
"Now Dru," said Angelus sternly "I've already told you. The Slayers mine. And I'm not gonna kill her - yet. I have....*other* plans for her first." He grinned demonically, visions of what he wanted to do floating through his mind.
"Spike gave me the slayers *he* killed." Drusilla moaned.
"I TOLD you, NEVER mention that name again!" bellowed Angelus, slapping her across the face with such force that Dru fell to the ground. Grinning ecstatically she picked herself up, and presented herself to her sire. "Do it again! Do it again Daddy. Please." Her eyes lit up at the thought.
Much to her disappointment, Angelus left, wondering *why* he'd bothered turning her mad before turning her. Then he turned his thoughts to other matters.
Somewhere on the UC Sunnydale campus, Buffy was, rather unwillingly, on patrol, peacefully oblivious to the fact she was being watched. "Eleven p.m. No demons. No vampires, no werewolves. No nothing." she said to herself. Bored, Buffy started throwing her stake up into the air, and catching it, not noticing, not *sensing*, the figure creeping up behind her...until it was too late. Before she knew it, the stake was wrenched from her hand and sent hurtling into the undergrowth. Buffy spun around to face her attacker, kicking out as she did so. Her attacker ducked, then stood up. Moonlight fell on his face, and Buffy realised who it was.
"Angelus."
"Hello lover."
Angelus lashed out with his fist, but the slayer was ready for him. She grabbed his hand and threw him across the grass. Angelus landed with a thud, then picked himself up, ready to launch another attack on the Slayer. They stood, ready for each others attack, waiting. "I'm not here to kill you. Not yet. Just wanna see what you've got." said Angelus wickedly, completely vamped out. He growled as they circled each other. On impulse, Buffy ran towards him, and did a flying kick in the direction of Angelus' face. Angelus dodged her attack, then kicked, and she fell to the ground. He moved like lightning, and was upon her before she could get up. He pinned her to the ground, holding her arms down with his knees. She could feel the leather of his trousers against her skin.
"Your phone call...*inspired* me," he whispered savagely as Buffy struggled in vain to escape his grasp. "But hey, you know I *always* have to be in control.." He looked down at his leather pants. "...these pants are chafing....I could *really* do with some...I don't think I need to spell it out do I?"
He pulled at her shirt roughly, ripping most of it off. "You and I my love," he murmured, pulling out jar of honey "Are going to have a little fun...."
Spike lay in the back of the DeSoto, sleeping. A sudden scream awoke him. He jumped up, banging his head on the roof. "Bloody Hell!" he cursed. Climbing out of the car, he stood and listened. There it was again, terrified, distressed, . The shocking realisation of who the scream came from hit Spike like a truck, as he ran in the direction of the scream, using all his vampiric senses to find her. Rounding a corner, he stopped and listened carefully. Buffys scream rang out again, just to his left. Spike sprinted towards the scream, and turning another corner, found her. And him.