AN: Chapter Ten, last chapter, don't have a wiggins, read the closing note.
Kitty Pryde had never been a fan of track, but you would never have known it to look at her in the Dewey crypt. She stopped briefly when she got to the coffin chamber, her heart stopping in her chest as Hector and Spike caught sight of her. She ran as hard as she could, phasing through the stone coffin, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a white blur slam into both vampires. Pietro may not have been the strongest boy in the world, but you'd be hard pressed to find one with stronger bones, so when his fist hit each vampire's skull at seventy five miles per hour, the damage was significant. Kitty tried to ignore the sounds of fighting behind her as she ran straight for the iron door, shutting her eyes as she came up on it.
I decapitate the little hick bitch at midnight… I decapitate the little hick bitch at midnight… I decapitate the little hick bitch at midnight…the vampire's words played over and over in Pietro's head, keeping his rage fresh as he flew around the room, striking the vampires again and again. The one called Hector grabbed the shovel and started swinging wildly, trying to strike what he could barely see.
"I'm going to kill the girl, kid," he screamed. "I'm going to drink her blood and then I'm going to suck all the speed out of your scrawny, filthy, human body."
That did it for Pietro. He ran by the vampire, sweeping his legs out from under him, and caught the shovel, bringing it down on the stone coffin so that the handle snapped. Before the vampire could get up, Pietro drove the wooden handle into his heart. The vampire's demon face fell away, and a disturbingly human one looked up at Pietro before crumbling to dust.
"That's what you get for calling me human," Pietro said, smirking and leaning on the shovel handle. He only paused a moment before bolting back to the entrance of the chamber, nose to nose with a certain peroxide blonde. "You know would be really not funny right now?" Pietro asked, swinging the remains of the shovel handle in his left hand.
"Look, I realize you're upset-" Spike started. Pietro continued.
"It would be really not funny if a certain bleach blonde creature of the night instrumental in the kidnapping and near death of my much beloved girlfriend-"
"-it was really just business-"
"-tried to sneak away without getting what's coming to him."
Spike tripped and fell backwards onto the stone floor.
"It was a business deal, kid," Spike replied grimly. "Nothing personal." Pietro cocked his head and gave a Spike a slightly deranged grin.
"I'm pretty famous for being overly sensitive."
Pietro raised the shovel handle above his head as the others came running down the stairs. Kitty's face phased through the iron door.
"Pietro? Is it safe?" she asked, stepping out completely, Rogue in tow.
"It will be in just a second," he said. He caught sight of Rogue and paused, his relief outweighing his rage for a moment before his reverie was broken.
"Don't kill him," Buffy said. Pietro's head snapped around to stare at the slayer.
"Hold the vamp, Gray," he snapped with such vehemence that Jean complied. "Did my ears deceive me, blondie, or did you just ask me not to kill this guy?"
"I didn't ask you, I told you. He's an informer," Buffy said, some of her confidence appearing to wane. "He's more use to me alive than dead."
"He nearly got my girl killed, I don't give a damn if he mows your lawn and shines your shoes," Pietro replied, turning back to Spike. Buffy grew more frantic, advancing on Pietro, slamming into another invisible wall as Jean continued to side with Quicksilver. Tara glanced at Buffy, then at Pietro, shut her eyes, put her hands into a strange position and spoke:
"Kuan Yin, goddess of mercy, gentlest of all, save these two beloved from themselves."
The room was filled with white light, so pure and bright that no one could keep their eyes open.
Rogue and Buffy stared at each other across the room as the handle of the shovel clattered to the ground.
"What happened?" Willow asked, looking with awe and fear at Tara. Rogue swallowed hard and replied.
"They're gone."
Pietro lost his balance and hit the pavement as his hands came up empty.
"What the hell happened?" Spike asked, picking himself up off the ground. Pietro got up and searched for his shovel handle or any other object wooden and pointy.
"If I remember right, I was about to shove a piece of wood through your heart and send you to hell in a dustbuster for messing with my girlfriend," Pietro muttered.
"That's right, as I recall, I was about to kick your cocky arse," Spike replied, marching up to Pietro and giving him a shove. The fist fight deteriorated rapidly into both wrestling on the ground, so engrossed that neither noticed the newcomers approaching.
"Here kitty kitty…" a feminine voice purred from out of the shadows. Both Pietro and Spike looked up from trying to kill each other. "Lookie, two pretty blondes in a catfight. Mrow."
"You'll have to forgive her," a male voice chimed in from the dark. "She's got a real thing for beautiful blondes."
Both of the 'blondes' in question had the distinctive feeling that they were in trouble as the female voice, all too eager, asked brightly,
"Play now?"
Endnote- Well, that's the end of How I Spent My Summer Vacation, but before you form a torch carrying mob, it's being continued in a sequel commencing immediately. Well, tomorrow night, anyway. That story will reveal what's happened to Pietro and Spike (if you've guessed where they are, shush! Don't' ruin the surprise of my lame plot device!) After all, I'm way too much of a feminist to have Pietro rescue Rogue without Rogue rescuing him back. Thanks for all your varying degrees of patience, thanks for reading and/or reviewing, the next one's on the way. Oh, closing disclaimer: I don't own dustbuster.