Author: MeB aka XanWill4Ever
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Majority takes place in the summer after the First Season. There are scenes that takes place some time after Lovers Walk from Season 3. There may be some slight AU, but not much.
Author's Note - I give special thanks for their help to the following...Ashley Amigoni, Starr8731, Mark W, & J. Smith. Also special thanks to Anya and all of you on the list.
Summary: Willow loses her memory and finds help from a private investigator in Boston.
Disclaimer: The characters from Spenser For Hire belong to Robert Parker. All characters from Buffy tVS belong to Joss.
Rating - Low R - SL/V/AC xwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxw
5
BOSTON
It had been a long night, but I imagined that it was even longer for the girl than it had been for me. I watched over her and hoped that I could even chase away the scary dreams. But they invaded her mind anyway. I saw her face as she slept. The quick catch of breath, the jerking motion of her body, the murmurs of fear. All of these were symptoms of nightmares. Every twenty minutes or so, she would jerk herself awake, look around the room and then she would look at me. She would focus those pretty eyes of her on me until they closed again.
This went on for most of the night, and through it all, she never let go of my hand. She jerked awake again and cried out and that's when I couldn't take it any more. I sat on the side of her bed and took her in my arms. She cried on my shoulder and hung onto me tightly. No words were exchanged. I wasn't even sure she would be able to talk according to what Quirk had told me. But words weren't necessary. She needed someone to be there for her and I was trying to let her know that I was there for her until I could find her parents. Until I could find out who she was.
After awhile, she seemed to stop crying and she just kept her head on my shoulder. I soon discovered that she had actually fallen asleep. I was about to lay her back down but she opened her eyes and hung onto me tightly. So I just held her and she slept in my arms.
Maybe I could chase away her nightmares after all.
So I held her...and then I wondered if Hawk had found anything out as to who had taken this girl from her home.
* * *
They called themselves the Lost Boys. There were four of them.
The smaller one with the curly blonde hair and a baby-face was called Little Mikey. The second one was a foot taller with long brown hair and a five o' clock shadow. He was called Marco. The third Lost Boy was just a few inches taller than Marco and he had long black hair that touched the small of his back. He even had dimples when he smiled. His name was Damien.
Then there was the fourth Lost Boy. He was the tallest of the others. He had bleached-blonde hair styled in a spiked flat top. He favored a blonde goatee and he enjoyed tucking a cigarette just above his right ear. His name was David. David was the leader of the Lost Boys.
He walked ahead of his three boys as he lead them to the entrance of the Boston Memorial Hospital. The hour was late and visiting hours had been closed hours before so they were heading for the ER's entrance. But as they got closer, they were forced to stop short when they saw the tall imposing figure standing directly in their path.
David scowled impatiently as he glanced back at his boys. Then he turned to face the man before them. "Get out of our way, Hawk."
Hawk didn't get out of their way. "Visiting hours is over and you ain't invited."
"And you are interfering in business that doesn't concern you." David glared at him. "It's four to one, Hawk. Do you like those odds?"
"Send one of your boys for help. I'll wait."
David just looked at him.
Hawk looked comfortable standing there. He even flashed them a smile.
Marco fidgeted nervously in place. "Man, c'mon, David! Let's take the son- of-a-bitch! He's just one guy."
David held up a hand and he shook his head. "You guys wait here." He left them and he walked up to Hawk. He stopped in front of him, took down his cigarette, and then he proceeded to light it. He regarded Hawk as he took a drag from the smoke. "Listen, Hawk. I understand your position. I really do. But you aren't anybody's fool. You know why we're here."
Hawk nodded once. "Uh huh. I know why you think you're here, but what you is thinking...ain't gonna happen. One of your boys messed up. Now he's lost his head." He looked at him. "I'm thinkin' you lost it for him."
"So what? What's that to you?"
"Nothing to me...'cept I didn't do it. But now you think you're gonna clean this mess up. Well, you won't need to 'cause I'm cleaning this mess up. So if you leave now, then you and your boys won't be losing your heads."
David took a drag from his cigarette. Then he shook his head. "You can't protect that little bitch, Hawk. We'll get her one way or the other."
Hawk looked at him with cold eyes. "Say that again and I will kill you where you stand."
David regarded him. Then he grinned. "Can't you be reasonable? All we want to do is walk in, take her, and leave. No fuss, no mess."
"That's why I know you're going to turn around and leave. 'Cause you can't afford to cause a scene. It would make trouble for whatever scumbag you're working for now, wouldn't it?" He paused. "Perhaps Mr. Trick is your Master now. Do you think he would like you to cause a scene?"
"I don't work for Mr. Trick."
"Who then?"
David didn't answer. "Hawk, you've just made a big mistake. There are a lot of people who are going to be after that girl. And they won't be as nice as I am."
Hawk leaned forward menacingly. "I'm not a nice guy at all. I'm...restrained."
David shook his head. "Big mistake, I'm telling you." He shrugged, turned, and he began to head back toward his boys. "C'mon, guys. We'll have to work something else out." He waved a hand at Hawk. "We'll be seeing you."
"Not if I see you first," Hawk replied. He looked at the smallest Lost Boy and wagged a finger at him. "Little Mikey...a word."
The Lost Boys looked at him curiously. Little Mikey glanced at David and David shrugged his shoulders as he joined them. "Go ahead," David replied. "See what he wants."
Little Mikey walked over to Hawk and looked at him curiously. He waited. Hawk simply leaned toward him and he whispered his address to him.
Little Mikey hesitated, "Why are you telling me where you live?"
Hawk flashed him his pearly whites. "You have just received my personal invitation."
Little Mikey looked at him in surprise.
"But that invitation is just for you."
Little Mikey grinned and he joined the other Lost Boys.
"One last chance, Hawk," David called to him. "Let us have the girl."
Hawk stood there and he shook his head. "One last chance, little boys. Leave or be dusted."
David shook his head. Then the Lost Boys turned and walked away. Hawk watched them go. For the rest of the night, he stayed outside of the hospital and kept an eye out for any trouble. He knew that Spenser and two uniformed cops were inside keeping the girl safe. He intended to do his part on the outside.
But Hawk was troubled.
With the Lost Boys in on this, things were definitely going to heat up in a hurry. It was a good thing that he had a plan. ____________________________________________________
SUNNYDALE
Sunter had spilled the beans. He had spilled everything he knew. He even confessed to things that had nothing to do with what Angel, Xander, and Rupert Giles wanted to know. Sunter had admitted that he knew S'ushi Alyssia had intended to take Willow to Boston. But she had also mentioned to him something about going to a Funhouse first, and the Funhouse was just outside of LA. However, she hadn't mentioned how long she had intended to stay there so it was possible that Willow could be there with S'ushi Alyssia.
"That's where she was taking them first!" Sunter cried out as Angel's demonic face drew closer to his own. "I swear!! I swear to all that's Holy, Mother of God!!! It's true!!" He sobbed like a baby.
"Who is 'them'?" Angel demanded.
"B-be quick about it," Giles said from the sidelines. "He gets rather grumpy when he hasn't eaten."
Sunter cried all the more, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, Jesus!! God!! Help me!!" he exclaimed.
Angel slammed him against the wall. "Would you like to meet Him now?"
"No, please!!!" He looked heavenward. "Dear God, it's not that I don't want to meet You! It's just that...I don't wanna die!!" He sobbed again.
Xander rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Then tell me who is 'them' you were referring to?" Angel growled. "Was there another girl besides Willow?"
"Y-yes!" Sunter cried. "Her name...her name is Kali, and--"
"Where is this Funhouse? Give me an address!"
Sunter told him where it was.
Angel tossed the man away from him in utter disgust. He had never felt like killing a human being quite like the way he was feeling now. "You'd better leave town," he warned. "If I ever come back here and I find that you haven't gone, you'll never live to see another sunrise." He glared at the man with his yellow eyes. "Do you understand me?"
Sunter nodded eagerly. "Y-yes! I do! I-I-I really do!!"
Angel snarled, "Then, go!!"
Sunter didn't have to be told twice. He got to his feet and he ran out of the boat house sobbing like baby. Xander stood in the doorway and he watched Sunter run off. He couldn't believe that the man was actually getting away with what he just did. Angel had let the bastard go scot- free.
Xander turned and he saw Giles and Angel watching him. Angel's face was human again.
"Xander," Giles began, "are you all right?"
Xander didn't answer him. He was glaring at Angel. "What the hell was that?"
Angel frowned. He knew what the young man was referring to. "Xander," he said calmly, "what did you expect me to do? I can't just kill him."
"You can't just kill him?" Xander pointed angrily at the open doorway where Sunter had escaped through. "That-that lowlife bastard sold my best friend like she was nothing but a piece of meat!" he shouted. "And you let him go!"
"He's human, Xander." Angel shook his head as he tried to keep his own emotions from rising. "You've called me a monster many times. If I had killed him, then I would be just that. A monster. I'm not going to kill a human. I can't!"
"Willow--"
"--will still be where she is until we find her," Giles interrupted. "Angel's right, Xander. Killing Sunter won't help us find Willow. A-and if we took him to the police, th-then we would have spent valuable hours answering questions. None of that would be any help to Willow."
Xander looked so helpless. He looked from Angel to Giles. "But what if he tells someone that we're looking for her? They could kill her and set a trap for us!"
Giles shook his head. "I don't think he's going to tell anyone."
"He's never seen a vampire," Angel replied, agreeing with Giles. "Trust me, Xander. I scared the shit out of him."
"How can you be sure?" Xander asked.
"I saw the fear in his eyes. If he had ever seen a vampire before tonight, I would have been able to tell." He walked over to the chest that had been against the wall. "Giles...do you think we can get this chest into the trunk of your car?"
Giles glanced at him curiously. Then he looked at the chest and tried to work the measurements out in his head. "I-I think it might fit. Er, even if it doesn't, I-I have bunji cords that will keep the trunk down." He paused. "Why would you want to take this?"
Angel looked at him. "Because if Willow isn't at this Funhouse, we may need it."
"Need it?" Xander asked, looking at him as if he were mad. "Why do you want this thing, Angel? Sunter told me that this is how Willow is being transported around."
"I know. I heard what he said." Angel paused. "We may need this for me."
Giles looked at him, puzzled. "For you?"
"If Willow isn't at the Funhouse, you'll have to put me in this chest. I can't risk a plane ride to Boston. I'll never stand a chance in the sun. There'll be no place to hide." He looked at Giles and Xander. "So you'll have to pack me in and take me aboard as cargo."
Xander stared at him with his mouth open. "You..." He pointed at the chest. "You would do that for Willow?"
Angel looked at him. "Wouldn't you?"
"I-I will do anything to get her back."
Angel nodded in agreement. "And so will I."
Xander regarded him for a moment. Was he truly wrong about Angel? The man was a vampire. His heart didn't even beat, and yet he did have a soul. Xander wanted to find fault in him and he looked for fault at every occasion.
But he couldn't find any fault this time.
Angel wanted to save Willow just as much as he did.
"Since it seems that w-we are all in agreement," Giles began as he took off his glasses, "then I suggest that we take the chest and head for LA."
Giles received no argument from either Angel or Xander. They took the chest, shoved it into the trunk and Giles secured it with bunji cords since it would not close all the way. Then they climbed into the car and they headed for the Funhouse just outside of LA. They eventually arrived there and once they had, they came face-to-face with the most horrifying evil mankind has ever known.
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TO BE CONTINUED--
Email: lenoxfiles@hotmail.com
Spoiler: Majority takes place in the summer after the First Season. There are scenes that takes place some time after Lovers Walk from Season 3. There may be some slight AU, but not much.
Author's Note - I give special thanks for their help to the following...Ashley Amigoni, Starr8731, Mark W, & J. Smith. Also special thanks to Anya and all of you on the list.
Summary: Willow loses her memory and finds help from a private investigator in Boston.
Disclaimer: The characters from Spenser For Hire belong to Robert Parker. All characters from Buffy tVS belong to Joss.
Rating - Low R - SL/V/AC xwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxwxw
5
BOSTON
It had been a long night, but I imagined that it was even longer for the girl than it had been for me. I watched over her and hoped that I could even chase away the scary dreams. But they invaded her mind anyway. I saw her face as she slept. The quick catch of breath, the jerking motion of her body, the murmurs of fear. All of these were symptoms of nightmares. Every twenty minutes or so, she would jerk herself awake, look around the room and then she would look at me. She would focus those pretty eyes of her on me until they closed again.
This went on for most of the night, and through it all, she never let go of my hand. She jerked awake again and cried out and that's when I couldn't take it any more. I sat on the side of her bed and took her in my arms. She cried on my shoulder and hung onto me tightly. No words were exchanged. I wasn't even sure she would be able to talk according to what Quirk had told me. But words weren't necessary. She needed someone to be there for her and I was trying to let her know that I was there for her until I could find her parents. Until I could find out who she was.
After awhile, she seemed to stop crying and she just kept her head on my shoulder. I soon discovered that she had actually fallen asleep. I was about to lay her back down but she opened her eyes and hung onto me tightly. So I just held her and she slept in my arms.
Maybe I could chase away her nightmares after all.
So I held her...and then I wondered if Hawk had found anything out as to who had taken this girl from her home.
* * *
They called themselves the Lost Boys. There were four of them.
The smaller one with the curly blonde hair and a baby-face was called Little Mikey. The second one was a foot taller with long brown hair and a five o' clock shadow. He was called Marco. The third Lost Boy was just a few inches taller than Marco and he had long black hair that touched the small of his back. He even had dimples when he smiled. His name was Damien.
Then there was the fourth Lost Boy. He was the tallest of the others. He had bleached-blonde hair styled in a spiked flat top. He favored a blonde goatee and he enjoyed tucking a cigarette just above his right ear. His name was David. David was the leader of the Lost Boys.
He walked ahead of his three boys as he lead them to the entrance of the Boston Memorial Hospital. The hour was late and visiting hours had been closed hours before so they were heading for the ER's entrance. But as they got closer, they were forced to stop short when they saw the tall imposing figure standing directly in their path.
David scowled impatiently as he glanced back at his boys. Then he turned to face the man before them. "Get out of our way, Hawk."
Hawk didn't get out of their way. "Visiting hours is over and you ain't invited."
"And you are interfering in business that doesn't concern you." David glared at him. "It's four to one, Hawk. Do you like those odds?"
"Send one of your boys for help. I'll wait."
David just looked at him.
Hawk looked comfortable standing there. He even flashed them a smile.
Marco fidgeted nervously in place. "Man, c'mon, David! Let's take the son- of-a-bitch! He's just one guy."
David held up a hand and he shook his head. "You guys wait here." He left them and he walked up to Hawk. He stopped in front of him, took down his cigarette, and then he proceeded to light it. He regarded Hawk as he took a drag from the smoke. "Listen, Hawk. I understand your position. I really do. But you aren't anybody's fool. You know why we're here."
Hawk nodded once. "Uh huh. I know why you think you're here, but what you is thinking...ain't gonna happen. One of your boys messed up. Now he's lost his head." He looked at him. "I'm thinkin' you lost it for him."
"So what? What's that to you?"
"Nothing to me...'cept I didn't do it. But now you think you're gonna clean this mess up. Well, you won't need to 'cause I'm cleaning this mess up. So if you leave now, then you and your boys won't be losing your heads."
David took a drag from his cigarette. Then he shook his head. "You can't protect that little bitch, Hawk. We'll get her one way or the other."
Hawk looked at him with cold eyes. "Say that again and I will kill you where you stand."
David regarded him. Then he grinned. "Can't you be reasonable? All we want to do is walk in, take her, and leave. No fuss, no mess."
"That's why I know you're going to turn around and leave. 'Cause you can't afford to cause a scene. It would make trouble for whatever scumbag you're working for now, wouldn't it?" He paused. "Perhaps Mr. Trick is your Master now. Do you think he would like you to cause a scene?"
"I don't work for Mr. Trick."
"Who then?"
David didn't answer. "Hawk, you've just made a big mistake. There are a lot of people who are going to be after that girl. And they won't be as nice as I am."
Hawk leaned forward menacingly. "I'm not a nice guy at all. I'm...restrained."
David shook his head. "Big mistake, I'm telling you." He shrugged, turned, and he began to head back toward his boys. "C'mon, guys. We'll have to work something else out." He waved a hand at Hawk. "We'll be seeing you."
"Not if I see you first," Hawk replied. He looked at the smallest Lost Boy and wagged a finger at him. "Little Mikey...a word."
The Lost Boys looked at him curiously. Little Mikey glanced at David and David shrugged his shoulders as he joined them. "Go ahead," David replied. "See what he wants."
Little Mikey walked over to Hawk and looked at him curiously. He waited. Hawk simply leaned toward him and he whispered his address to him.
Little Mikey hesitated, "Why are you telling me where you live?"
Hawk flashed him his pearly whites. "You have just received my personal invitation."
Little Mikey looked at him in surprise.
"But that invitation is just for you."
Little Mikey grinned and he joined the other Lost Boys.
"One last chance, Hawk," David called to him. "Let us have the girl."
Hawk stood there and he shook his head. "One last chance, little boys. Leave or be dusted."
David shook his head. Then the Lost Boys turned and walked away. Hawk watched them go. For the rest of the night, he stayed outside of the hospital and kept an eye out for any trouble. He knew that Spenser and two uniformed cops were inside keeping the girl safe. He intended to do his part on the outside.
But Hawk was troubled.
With the Lost Boys in on this, things were definitely going to heat up in a hurry. It was a good thing that he had a plan. ____________________________________________________
SUNNYDALE
Sunter had spilled the beans. He had spilled everything he knew. He even confessed to things that had nothing to do with what Angel, Xander, and Rupert Giles wanted to know. Sunter had admitted that he knew S'ushi Alyssia had intended to take Willow to Boston. But she had also mentioned to him something about going to a Funhouse first, and the Funhouse was just outside of LA. However, she hadn't mentioned how long she had intended to stay there so it was possible that Willow could be there with S'ushi Alyssia.
"That's where she was taking them first!" Sunter cried out as Angel's demonic face drew closer to his own. "I swear!! I swear to all that's Holy, Mother of God!!! It's true!!" He sobbed like a baby.
"Who is 'them'?" Angel demanded.
"B-be quick about it," Giles said from the sidelines. "He gets rather grumpy when he hasn't eaten."
Sunter cried all the more, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, Jesus!! God!! Help me!!" he exclaimed.
Angel slammed him against the wall. "Would you like to meet Him now?"
"No, please!!!" He looked heavenward. "Dear God, it's not that I don't want to meet You! It's just that...I don't wanna die!!" He sobbed again.
Xander rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Then tell me who is 'them' you were referring to?" Angel growled. "Was there another girl besides Willow?"
"Y-yes!" Sunter cried. "Her name...her name is Kali, and--"
"Where is this Funhouse? Give me an address!"
Sunter told him where it was.
Angel tossed the man away from him in utter disgust. He had never felt like killing a human being quite like the way he was feeling now. "You'd better leave town," he warned. "If I ever come back here and I find that you haven't gone, you'll never live to see another sunrise." He glared at the man with his yellow eyes. "Do you understand me?"
Sunter nodded eagerly. "Y-yes! I do! I-I-I really do!!"
Angel snarled, "Then, go!!"
Sunter didn't have to be told twice. He got to his feet and he ran out of the boat house sobbing like baby. Xander stood in the doorway and he watched Sunter run off. He couldn't believe that the man was actually getting away with what he just did. Angel had let the bastard go scot- free.
Xander turned and he saw Giles and Angel watching him. Angel's face was human again.
"Xander," Giles began, "are you all right?"
Xander didn't answer him. He was glaring at Angel. "What the hell was that?"
Angel frowned. He knew what the young man was referring to. "Xander," he said calmly, "what did you expect me to do? I can't just kill him."
"You can't just kill him?" Xander pointed angrily at the open doorway where Sunter had escaped through. "That-that lowlife bastard sold my best friend like she was nothing but a piece of meat!" he shouted. "And you let him go!"
"He's human, Xander." Angel shook his head as he tried to keep his own emotions from rising. "You've called me a monster many times. If I had killed him, then I would be just that. A monster. I'm not going to kill a human. I can't!"
"Willow--"
"--will still be where she is until we find her," Giles interrupted. "Angel's right, Xander. Killing Sunter won't help us find Willow. A-and if we took him to the police, th-then we would have spent valuable hours answering questions. None of that would be any help to Willow."
Xander looked so helpless. He looked from Angel to Giles. "But what if he tells someone that we're looking for her? They could kill her and set a trap for us!"
Giles shook his head. "I don't think he's going to tell anyone."
"He's never seen a vampire," Angel replied, agreeing with Giles. "Trust me, Xander. I scared the shit out of him."
"How can you be sure?" Xander asked.
"I saw the fear in his eyes. If he had ever seen a vampire before tonight, I would have been able to tell." He walked over to the chest that had been against the wall. "Giles...do you think we can get this chest into the trunk of your car?"
Giles glanced at him curiously. Then he looked at the chest and tried to work the measurements out in his head. "I-I think it might fit. Er, even if it doesn't, I-I have bunji cords that will keep the trunk down." He paused. "Why would you want to take this?"
Angel looked at him. "Because if Willow isn't at this Funhouse, we may need it."
"Need it?" Xander asked, looking at him as if he were mad. "Why do you want this thing, Angel? Sunter told me that this is how Willow is being transported around."
"I know. I heard what he said." Angel paused. "We may need this for me."
Giles looked at him, puzzled. "For you?"
"If Willow isn't at the Funhouse, you'll have to put me in this chest. I can't risk a plane ride to Boston. I'll never stand a chance in the sun. There'll be no place to hide." He looked at Giles and Xander. "So you'll have to pack me in and take me aboard as cargo."
Xander stared at him with his mouth open. "You..." He pointed at the chest. "You would do that for Willow?"
Angel looked at him. "Wouldn't you?"
"I-I will do anything to get her back."
Angel nodded in agreement. "And so will I."
Xander regarded him for a moment. Was he truly wrong about Angel? The man was a vampire. His heart didn't even beat, and yet he did have a soul. Xander wanted to find fault in him and he looked for fault at every occasion.
But he couldn't find any fault this time.
Angel wanted to save Willow just as much as he did.
"Since it seems that w-we are all in agreement," Giles began as he took off his glasses, "then I suggest that we take the chest and head for LA."
Giles received no argument from either Angel or Xander. They took the chest, shoved it into the trunk and Giles secured it with bunji cords since it would not close all the way. Then they climbed into the car and they headed for the Funhouse just outside of LA. They eventually arrived there and once they had, they came face-to-face with the most horrifying evil mankind has ever known.
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