Chapter 8
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Gasp.....
Amanda woke from her most recent death and gasped for more air. Inhaling sharply she started to gag as the smell of death was all around her and was not what she wanted her lungs filled with. Smelling blood and vomit she tried to focus her eyes on anything. That proved exceedingly difficult with no obvious light source.
Amanda sat up with a start, remembering what had happened.
The damn Immortal and his vampire goons. Damn it she raged in her mind. She cursed as she realized her hands and feet were bound very tightly. Amanda tentatively called out, "Dawn."
Hearing no response Amanda began feeling around on the dirt floor where she was sitting. Feeling a hard object, she began searching it for a sharp edge.
"Great," she exclaimed to herself. Amanda then realized in revulsion that it was a piece of a bone and from the feel, part of a human jawbone. Grimacing she thought, 'At least you didn't die in vain. You're going to help me out of here.' Desperately, Amanda began to saw.
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In one of the Sunnydale's many cemeteries Methos and Willow walked side by side past the graves of the town's few naturally dead people. Willow stopped and sat on one of the fresh grave markers. Methos took the stone opposite her to lean against.
"Do you think they're alive, Methos?" asked Willow.
"I hope so for Marcus' sake" commented Methos. "I'd hate to be him or a bloodsucker in his army if anything happens to them. MacLeod is something else when you hurt someone he loves, but I'm willing to bet Buffy would be worse."
"What are you like? I mean if someone you love is hurt?" wondered Willow.
Methos glanced at her, wondering about her question. She was looking down at the ground in silence and deep thought.
He answered, "Well, I'm not exactly sure. I tend not to let people get too close. It's easier to let people go when you hardly know them."
Hearing a twig snap behind him, Methos spun, whipping out his sword. Willow heard him and jumped off the grave marker and took out her own sword.
The Wakizashi was an exquisite work of art. Upon request of Methos, MacLeod had presented it to her with little flourish as the sword could speak for itself. With a glittering steel blade, hand forged by the current greatest sword maker of Japan, Willow loved this blade. The hilt was made of carved oak with gold and sliver inlays. Beautiful as the weapon was it was made to kill and Willow knew that. Fortunately, the things to kill around here were already dead.
The group of vampires faced the two Immortals with sneers on face. The leader of this pack was a young appearing vampire but strong. The other 4 were behind him in a V-formation in full killing mode.
"You must refer me to your plastic surgeon," quipped Methos. The leader growled.
"You are not scared human?" pondered the demon. "You know of us?"
"Know of you? Obviously. It does make it easier to kill you," Methos replied.
Willow stepped up beside him and dropped into a fighting stance.
"Whenever the ugly squad is ready," taunted Willow.
"You will be an excellent little morsel, young one" said the leader and he lunged for her.
The others attacked Methos at once and he fell to his work with a killing lust. Spinning and backhanding a hilt into a stomach one vamp fell. The next one stepped up into place in front of Methos only to have the return stroke take off his head and he exploded into dust. Kicking the next one Methos sliced at the arm of its companion and stepped back to catch his breath. He glanced over to see how Willow was doing.
Willow however wasn't faring too well. Every stroke she would take with the sword, her opponent would dodge, playing with her, taunting her.
"I can taste you already, my dear," he said.
Taking a hand off her sword and reaching behind her belt, she brought out a spray bottle of holy water. Quickly squirting her blade with it she then turned the bottle on the vampire. Getting a full blast in the face only angered the demon and he charged. Willow sidestepped under his grabbing arms and disemboweled him with a fiery blade. His skin hissed as the blessed blade cut into him and he fell to his knees.
"Next time, don't lose your head!" Willow said as she swung and he screamed his final torment. As the dust settled she looked to Methos who was again, battling three vampires.
"Duck," she yelled.
Methos followed instruction and ducked and rolled to the side as two vampires collided where he had been. Stepping up and cutting the muscles and tendons behind his knees, Willow waited for the vampire to fall. She took out her stake and drove it through his back into the heart. Methos stepped up to the other two who were standing side-by-side growling at Willow.
"Um, gentlemen," Methos called. The vampires turned as Methos swung taking both of their heads at once and the last of that group was gone.
Methos stepped over to Willow and began brushing the dust off her as she did the same for him. Glancing down as she glanced up they caught each other's eyes. Suddenly they stopped and just stared into each other's eyes.
"Thank you for saving my skin back there," Methos began.
"Shut up," Willow replied and kissed him. He didn't pull away.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the cemetery.
"Damn it Richie! We shouldn't just be patrolling for ordinary vamps. There's an army of them somewhere that has my sister and Amanda! This is ridiculous!" Buffy shouted exasperated.
"Come on Buff, calm down some," pleaded Richie. "I don't think this Immortal's stupid enough to kill his bait before he gets his prize. It doesn't make sense, and the others agree. Once we know where they are, we can go and kick some ass."
"Thank you, Richie. You're right," replied Buffy as she pulled him into an embrace. "Always be there for me, will you Richie?"
"Always," replied Richie, staring into her eyes.
Buffy glanced up and yelled, "Duck!"
Richie complied and Buffy threw a stake into the heart of a vampire trying to creep up on them.
"Now, where were we?" asked Buffy coyly stepping up close to Richie again. He smiled.
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"Hell, your council is worse than ours!" exclaimed Joe.
"Tell me about it," said Giles. He filled up the glasses again. Joe grinned and raised his glass in a toast.
"To good hunting!"
"To good hunting!"
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** This chapter seemed kinda slow to me but it should pick up soon. We will see Joe's purpose, however small it may be soon enough. I'm just telling the story as it comes out of me. Reviews are a good thing and you can't please everyone. **
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Gasp.....
Amanda woke from her most recent death and gasped for more air. Inhaling sharply she started to gag as the smell of death was all around her and was not what she wanted her lungs filled with. Smelling blood and vomit she tried to focus her eyes on anything. That proved exceedingly difficult with no obvious light source.
Amanda sat up with a start, remembering what had happened.
The damn Immortal and his vampire goons. Damn it she raged in her mind. She cursed as she realized her hands and feet were bound very tightly. Amanda tentatively called out, "Dawn."
Hearing no response Amanda began feeling around on the dirt floor where she was sitting. Feeling a hard object, she began searching it for a sharp edge.
"Great," she exclaimed to herself. Amanda then realized in revulsion that it was a piece of a bone and from the feel, part of a human jawbone. Grimacing she thought, 'At least you didn't die in vain. You're going to help me out of here.' Desperately, Amanda began to saw.
---
In one of the Sunnydale's many cemeteries Methos and Willow walked side by side past the graves of the town's few naturally dead people. Willow stopped and sat on one of the fresh grave markers. Methos took the stone opposite her to lean against.
"Do you think they're alive, Methos?" asked Willow.
"I hope so for Marcus' sake" commented Methos. "I'd hate to be him or a bloodsucker in his army if anything happens to them. MacLeod is something else when you hurt someone he loves, but I'm willing to bet Buffy would be worse."
"What are you like? I mean if someone you love is hurt?" wondered Willow.
Methos glanced at her, wondering about her question. She was looking down at the ground in silence and deep thought.
He answered, "Well, I'm not exactly sure. I tend not to let people get too close. It's easier to let people go when you hardly know them."
Hearing a twig snap behind him, Methos spun, whipping out his sword. Willow heard him and jumped off the grave marker and took out her own sword.
The Wakizashi was an exquisite work of art. Upon request of Methos, MacLeod had presented it to her with little flourish as the sword could speak for itself. With a glittering steel blade, hand forged by the current greatest sword maker of Japan, Willow loved this blade. The hilt was made of carved oak with gold and sliver inlays. Beautiful as the weapon was it was made to kill and Willow knew that. Fortunately, the things to kill around here were already dead.
The group of vampires faced the two Immortals with sneers on face. The leader of this pack was a young appearing vampire but strong. The other 4 were behind him in a V-formation in full killing mode.
"You must refer me to your plastic surgeon," quipped Methos. The leader growled.
"You are not scared human?" pondered the demon. "You know of us?"
"Know of you? Obviously. It does make it easier to kill you," Methos replied.
Willow stepped up beside him and dropped into a fighting stance.
"Whenever the ugly squad is ready," taunted Willow.
"You will be an excellent little morsel, young one" said the leader and he lunged for her.
The others attacked Methos at once and he fell to his work with a killing lust. Spinning and backhanding a hilt into a stomach one vamp fell. The next one stepped up into place in front of Methos only to have the return stroke take off his head and he exploded into dust. Kicking the next one Methos sliced at the arm of its companion and stepped back to catch his breath. He glanced over to see how Willow was doing.
Willow however wasn't faring too well. Every stroke she would take with the sword, her opponent would dodge, playing with her, taunting her.
"I can taste you already, my dear," he said.
Taking a hand off her sword and reaching behind her belt, she brought out a spray bottle of holy water. Quickly squirting her blade with it she then turned the bottle on the vampire. Getting a full blast in the face only angered the demon and he charged. Willow sidestepped under his grabbing arms and disemboweled him with a fiery blade. His skin hissed as the blessed blade cut into him and he fell to his knees.
"Next time, don't lose your head!" Willow said as she swung and he screamed his final torment. As the dust settled she looked to Methos who was again, battling three vampires.
"Duck," she yelled.
Methos followed instruction and ducked and rolled to the side as two vampires collided where he had been. Stepping up and cutting the muscles and tendons behind his knees, Willow waited for the vampire to fall. She took out her stake and drove it through his back into the heart. Methos stepped up to the other two who were standing side-by-side growling at Willow.
"Um, gentlemen," Methos called. The vampires turned as Methos swung taking both of their heads at once and the last of that group was gone.
Methos stepped over to Willow and began brushing the dust off her as she did the same for him. Glancing down as she glanced up they caught each other's eyes. Suddenly they stopped and just stared into each other's eyes.
"Thank you for saving my skin back there," Methos began.
"Shut up," Willow replied and kissed him. He didn't pull away.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the cemetery.
"Damn it Richie! We shouldn't just be patrolling for ordinary vamps. There's an army of them somewhere that has my sister and Amanda! This is ridiculous!" Buffy shouted exasperated.
"Come on Buff, calm down some," pleaded Richie. "I don't think this Immortal's stupid enough to kill his bait before he gets his prize. It doesn't make sense, and the others agree. Once we know where they are, we can go and kick some ass."
"Thank you, Richie. You're right," replied Buffy as she pulled him into an embrace. "Always be there for me, will you Richie?"
"Always," replied Richie, staring into her eyes.
Buffy glanced up and yelled, "Duck!"
Richie complied and Buffy threw a stake into the heart of a vampire trying to creep up on them.
"Now, where were we?" asked Buffy coyly stepping up close to Richie again. He smiled.
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"Hell, your council is worse than ours!" exclaimed Joe.
"Tell me about it," said Giles. He filled up the glasses again. Joe grinned and raised his glass in a toast.
"To good hunting!"
"To good hunting!"
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** This chapter seemed kinda slow to me but it should pick up soon. We will see Joe's purpose, however small it may be soon enough. I'm just telling the story as it comes out of me. Reviews are a good thing and you can't please everyone. **