I Still Love You Part 9/?
Buffy awoke early the next morning, to the TV that was still blaring. She flicked off the infomercials and stretched. She quickly put on a pair of jogging pants, sports bra and tank top. She stepped outside into the early morning air. She ran, she ran to try to release pent up emotions. She missed everyone. All night she had dreamed about Angel and her mother, and Giles, Willow and Xander. She couldn't get their memories out of her mind. The pain on Giles' face as he found out she was taking the box, the sadness on Angel's face as he said he loved her and goodbye. It hurt her. She didn't like the dreams, she didn't like the pain they brought her. All she wanted was to go home and be in the arms of her Angel.
Upon returning to her room, she noticed she had a message taped to her door.
Buffy Summers,
A cab will meet you outside the hotel at 1:00 PM, sharp. Please do not be late, and please bring the box.
The Council
Buffy nodded, the quicker she gave them the box, the quicker she could get back home.
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"Spike! You promised I'd have a big party!" Drusilla whined. "I wanted to destroy the world!" She pouted, and Spike couldn't help but love it.
"Don't worry pet, Dalton's out looking for that Slayer right now." Spike wheeled himself over to where Drusilla sat, looking out the window.
"You promise when we find her, I can slit her throat?" She smiled.
"Anything you want, luv. You can eat her eyes for all I care." Spike patted his lap, and she sat down. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and giggled.
"I love you, Spike. Promise you'll find her for me."
"I promise, pet. I love you."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dalton really couldn't screw this one up, or Spike would have his head.
Willy's bar was the best place to get information. He knew the Slayer came here a lot, and that she beat up Willy for info. Maybe simply talking to him would do the trick. Dalton hoped so, because fighting wasn't much his style.
"What can I do ya for?" Willy asked, draping a white cloth over his shoulder, from where he had been cleaning the bar. Dalton took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"I-I need information." Dalton stammered.
"Please, don't tell me you're the new Scooby." Willy moaned.
"No, not that. I'm here for Spike." Dalton replied.
"Oh, William the Bloody, is it?" Willy laughed. "What do you need, it's gonna cost you."
"I-I need to know where the Slayer is, and where she took the box containing the Judge's arm." Dalton explained.
"Since you're such a nice fellow, and you didn't cause trouble like the Slayer or her pet vampire, I'm gonna give it to ya. For free. And also, just because I kinda want to see the Slayer get beat. The Slayer's in London, she took the box to the Watcher's Council."
"Thank you very much." Dalton said, standing up. He felt very proud of himself. The important thing was, Spike and Drusilla would be happy.
"And, if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me." Willy called out to Dalton as he left.
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"London, England, it is?" Spike asked. "Very bloody brilliant of you for doing such good detecitve work." Spike said, after Dalton told him everything her knew.
"My pretty box is with those horrid Watchers?" Drusilla moaned.
"Not for long, luv, Daddy's going to get it." Spike said.
"But Spikey, you're not strong enough yet." Drusilla moaned again.
"In due time, sweet, Daddy's getting stronger every day. By the end of the week, we'll be in merry ole England." Spike smiled wickedly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A cab pulled up in front of the hotel at exactly 1:00. Buffy had been there early, she knew that if she crossed the Watcher's Council, she'd never get home.
"Buffy Summers?" The driver asked.
Buffy nodded, as she got in. She watched the scenery go by as they headed towards the headquarters of the Watcher's Council. It was strange, she didn't like riding on the wrong side of the road. Minutes later, they pulled up in front of a large brick building. Quinton Travers stood outside waiting for her.
"Ah, Buffy, good to see you." Quinton said, as she got out. "This way," he pointed.
She walked up the brick stairs, and he led her into the lobby. It was beautiful, with dark oak wood and red colored chairs. A red brick fireplace sat in the corner. Quinton took her to a confrence room, and gestured for her to sit.
He then left, telling her he'd be back soon, with other COuncil members.
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I know, I had to end it there, it's just kind of a filler part, explaining how she got there, and explainind Spike and Dru's plan. Anywhoo, TBC...If ya like!!
Buffy awoke early the next morning, to the TV that was still blaring. She flicked off the infomercials and stretched. She quickly put on a pair of jogging pants, sports bra and tank top. She stepped outside into the early morning air. She ran, she ran to try to release pent up emotions. She missed everyone. All night she had dreamed about Angel and her mother, and Giles, Willow and Xander. She couldn't get their memories out of her mind. The pain on Giles' face as he found out she was taking the box, the sadness on Angel's face as he said he loved her and goodbye. It hurt her. She didn't like the dreams, she didn't like the pain they brought her. All she wanted was to go home and be in the arms of her Angel.
Upon returning to her room, she noticed she had a message taped to her door.
Buffy Summers,
A cab will meet you outside the hotel at 1:00 PM, sharp. Please do not be late, and please bring the box.
The Council
Buffy nodded, the quicker she gave them the box, the quicker she could get back home.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Spike! You promised I'd have a big party!" Drusilla whined. "I wanted to destroy the world!" She pouted, and Spike couldn't help but love it.
"Don't worry pet, Dalton's out looking for that Slayer right now." Spike wheeled himself over to where Drusilla sat, looking out the window.
"You promise when we find her, I can slit her throat?" She smiled.
"Anything you want, luv. You can eat her eyes for all I care." Spike patted his lap, and she sat down. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and giggled.
"I love you, Spike. Promise you'll find her for me."
"I promise, pet. I love you."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dalton really couldn't screw this one up, or Spike would have his head.
Willy's bar was the best place to get information. He knew the Slayer came here a lot, and that she beat up Willy for info. Maybe simply talking to him would do the trick. Dalton hoped so, because fighting wasn't much his style.
"What can I do ya for?" Willy asked, draping a white cloth over his shoulder, from where he had been cleaning the bar. Dalton took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"I-I need information." Dalton stammered.
"Please, don't tell me you're the new Scooby." Willy moaned.
"No, not that. I'm here for Spike." Dalton replied.
"Oh, William the Bloody, is it?" Willy laughed. "What do you need, it's gonna cost you."
"I-I need to know where the Slayer is, and where she took the box containing the Judge's arm." Dalton explained.
"Since you're such a nice fellow, and you didn't cause trouble like the Slayer or her pet vampire, I'm gonna give it to ya. For free. And also, just because I kinda want to see the Slayer get beat. The Slayer's in London, she took the box to the Watcher's Council."
"Thank you very much." Dalton said, standing up. He felt very proud of himself. The important thing was, Spike and Drusilla would be happy.
"And, if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me." Willy called out to Dalton as he left.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"London, England, it is?" Spike asked. "Very bloody brilliant of you for doing such good detecitve work." Spike said, after Dalton told him everything her knew.
"My pretty box is with those horrid Watchers?" Drusilla moaned.
"Not for long, luv, Daddy's going to get it." Spike said.
"But Spikey, you're not strong enough yet." Drusilla moaned again.
"In due time, sweet, Daddy's getting stronger every day. By the end of the week, we'll be in merry ole England." Spike smiled wickedly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A cab pulled up in front of the hotel at exactly 1:00. Buffy had been there early, she knew that if she crossed the Watcher's Council, she'd never get home.
"Buffy Summers?" The driver asked.
Buffy nodded, as she got in. She watched the scenery go by as they headed towards the headquarters of the Watcher's Council. It was strange, she didn't like riding on the wrong side of the road. Minutes later, they pulled up in front of a large brick building. Quinton Travers stood outside waiting for her.
"Ah, Buffy, good to see you." Quinton said, as she got out. "This way," he pointed.
She walked up the brick stairs, and he led her into the lobby. It was beautiful, with dark oak wood and red colored chairs. A red brick fireplace sat in the corner. Quinton took her to a confrence room, and gestured for her to sit.
He then left, telling her he'd be back soon, with other COuncil members.
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I know, I had to end it there, it's just kind of a filler part, explaining how she got there, and explainind Spike and Dru's plan. Anywhoo, TBC...If ya like!!