Title: Deathwish (2/6)

Author: Brooke

Email: yabbadabbadome13@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I might someday though. It's a goal of mine. Buffy and friends are owned by Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, UPN, and whoever else has rights to the show.

Summary: Adventures in slaying

Spoilers: I'm not good with eppy titles, but it's pretty much just some stuff I borrowed from season 5.

Distribution: My fic is your fic. Just let me know.

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Authors Note: … indicate thoughts. Happy reading all!

--Buffy

            They think that because I'm crying I'm weak. I'm not. Just because I'm prepared to die doesn't mean I'll give up without a fight.

            I launch into a roundhouse kick that staggers the vamp closest to me into the three behind it. As they go down a clear path opens to the canter of the room. I launch myself to it.

            Flipping through the air, I land and stand myself up.

            I'm surrounded, just the way I want it. It's more dangerous this way.

            As they all turn to face my new position I stake one in the back. As the dust settles a solid punch connects to the side of my head, and then another to my chin.

            I'm staggered a little as I execute a front snap kick to my opponent's face. I feel my foot connect as a pair of strong arms hoist me up from behind and hurl me across the tomb. I hit the stone wall with a sickening crack, and fell my body slide to the ground.

            This is stupid. I'm an idiot for having walked into this.

            I shake my head to try to clear it and the sounds of another struggle break into my conciseness. I try to make out what it is, but fail as another vampire pulls me up by my hair and bashes my face into another stone wall.

            I'm dizzy, but as he reaches to touch the freshly bloodied wound of my forehead I ram my stake home. As he turns to dust I fall to the ground.

"Buffy!", a voice broke through the may-lay.

            I'm pulled to my feet again by my right arm. As my vision reduces the five vamps I originally saw grab me to one I knee him hard in the groin. The offending vampire doubles over and out of my way and I see Xander fending off three more vamps.

            As I launch another punch I almost smile to myself, but that is quickly reversed as the vamp catches my fist and wrenches me around, applying a sever flap palm jab to my elbow. I try to hold back my scream as I hear the bone crack.

            I use the now limp arm to propel the vamp holding me to my front and force a stake through his heart.

            The tears start again, and not just because of the pain. I thought I was alone.

--Xander

            I've never fought like this. My lungs are burning, but I'm crazed. I have to fight for her.

            Buffy's not steady on her feet and she is launching careless offensives. It's almost as if she doesn't care. Like she's not even trying.

            I've staked three vamps since I've run into this deathtrap after her, and she has the nerve to give up! NO! I ram my stake home again and another vamp dusts.

            Four.

            My nose has been bleeding for a while, but the pain is reiterated as I am punched in the face again.

            As I hit the ground I see the vamp lick my blood off his fist.

            Vampires sicken me.

            I push myself up on wobbly legs and propel myself to my attacker, but I get distracted as I see Buffy fall to the ground.

            I scream out to her as the vamp I was fighting tackles me football style. Unfortunately for him, his aggression forced my stake into his heart as we both hit the ground.

            The other vampires are watching us. Waiting. As one falls, another joins the fray.

            We can't win like this.

            I think Buffy's arm is broken, but she is still fighting with it.

            I am picked up by my shirk collar and thrown into a stone pillar. My face broke my fall, I laugh grimly to myself as I hit the ground.

            I see a fuzzy Buffy stake a fuzzy vampire as I'm pulled from behind into a kneeling position. I feel my head being forced to the side.

            "NO!!!!" my mind screams, but I can't fight anymore.

            "XANDER!!!" I hear Buffy wail. She must have finally seen me. Her voice sounds like it's a million miles away as I feel the fangs pierce my throat.

            Then, suddenly, there is nothing holding me up. I fall numbly on my side.

            I just want to go to sleep. I can feel it's so close. Nice sleep. But instead I'm being pulled to my feet.

            My legs don't want to work, and I can't make them, so they drag. Then I feel like I'm floating. My feet aren't touching the ground, but I'm flying forward.