VI. Guns Blazing
***
"Saving Spike," Xander muttered.
"I know it's odd saving a vampire," Wesley agreed.
"Saving a vampire for a very pregnant and cranky Slayer who will kill you if he dies," Melinda pointed out.
"I always get the fun jobs," Xander said looking up at the warehouse.
"So how do you want to do this?" Wesley asked.
"I'm all about the hospitality, lets go in the front door," Melinda said sweetly.
***
Spike groaned.
He had lived the past week on a set schedule. Every morning they would break his leg and leave him hungry and in agony. He would be in that state until they came in again to break his other leg. Lack of blood had slowed his healing. He was chained to the wall, for no reason. He couldn't attack them, though he had tried. His headaches were a fun distraction from the rest of the torment. They had asked no questions. They just had kept him there until they decided what to do with him.
This was worse than the Initiative. There it was cold and impersonal. Here people looked him in the face and hurt him. They hurt him for no reason he could discern, not even for science. They just were….well, mean.
If it hadn't been for the presence of his daughter in the back of his mind he would have found a way to end it. He loved feeling her, it was a reason to keep sane. The funny thing is in the insanity of bloodlust he had felt her more recently. She was closer.
He closed his eyes and held on.
***
"I don't think you should be here…"
Xander used a move he had learned from Angel pretending to be Angelus and cracked her on the side of the head without breaking stride to rid them of the 'receptionist.'
Melinda looked at him in appreciation.
"Not bad, honey."
"So where is Spike?" Xander asked.
Wesley looked at the hall and nodded towards the right, "The holding cells are down there."
"Security?" Melinda asked.
"Enough to make it fun," Wesley answered.
***
Spike awoke to the sounds of gunshots. He thought he was delirious because he swore he heard the whelp's non-funny quips.
***
"Well we almost made it unscathed," Xander said firing off another round. They had managed to sneak most of the way into the secret holding cells of the council before they ran into anyone who tried to keep them out.
Melinda nodded as she attempted to pull the door open. Wesley had gone to find the keys.
"I wish Dawn were here," he added splintering the kneecap of another guard.
Guns were not usual Scooby weaponry, but Xander had thought that guns would be best. Buffy didn't like the idea, but Xander had convinced her he wouldn't kill anyone.
Getting into the jail was easy. Getting Spike out was going to be hard.
Wesley finally returned, he was out of breath, but he had a set of keys.
He handed Melinda his piece, a perfect twin of Xander's.
"You two cover me."
Melinda pushed Xander out of the way and efficiently shot a gun out of a hand of the guard.
Wesley and Xander just looked at her. Slayers usually didn't shoot so well.
"Daddy was in the NRA, I'm a Texan for Christ sake."
***
Spike had passed out. It happened a lot. His legs were always hurting due to the fact that he didn't think that he had any bones left. He was just so hungry.
He opened his eyes when he heard the door open.
Was it morning already?
"Good job, waiting until the last key to open the door," a southern drawl said.
"Like I meant to," a whiny English voice muttered.
It was then that Spike's vision cleared enough to see a very familiar figure striding towards him. If he hadn't been in so much pain he would have vamped out.
"Wesley bag," the figure said.
A bag flew through the air and Xander had opened it by the time that he reached Spike. Xander tipped back his head and poured blood in.
"I'm Florence Nightingale," Xander muttered.
Spike had drained three bags and was still hungry, but Xander didn't let him drink anymore.
"Buffy said only three or little Spikey would get all bloated," Xander said in a sing song voice.
"Sod off Whelp," Spike growled.
"Well you're welcome. Looks like you're feeling better," Xander said happily.
"As touching as this is I think we should leave soon," the girl with the southern accent said.
Spike looked down to his wrist the two other people had freed him. He had been too caught up in drinking to notice.
"I agree," the man said, "While they may not have too much security against people trying to rescue a vampire, they'll definitely call in the reserves."
Spike looked down at his useless legs.
"Umm there's a problem."
***
***
"Saving Spike," Xander muttered.
"I know it's odd saving a vampire," Wesley agreed.
"Saving a vampire for a very pregnant and cranky Slayer who will kill you if he dies," Melinda pointed out.
"I always get the fun jobs," Xander said looking up at the warehouse.
"So how do you want to do this?" Wesley asked.
"I'm all about the hospitality, lets go in the front door," Melinda said sweetly.
***
Spike groaned.
He had lived the past week on a set schedule. Every morning they would break his leg and leave him hungry and in agony. He would be in that state until they came in again to break his other leg. Lack of blood had slowed his healing. He was chained to the wall, for no reason. He couldn't attack them, though he had tried. His headaches were a fun distraction from the rest of the torment. They had asked no questions. They just had kept him there until they decided what to do with him.
This was worse than the Initiative. There it was cold and impersonal. Here people looked him in the face and hurt him. They hurt him for no reason he could discern, not even for science. They just were….well, mean.
If it hadn't been for the presence of his daughter in the back of his mind he would have found a way to end it. He loved feeling her, it was a reason to keep sane. The funny thing is in the insanity of bloodlust he had felt her more recently. She was closer.
He closed his eyes and held on.
***
"I don't think you should be here…"
Xander used a move he had learned from Angel pretending to be Angelus and cracked her on the side of the head without breaking stride to rid them of the 'receptionist.'
Melinda looked at him in appreciation.
"Not bad, honey."
"So where is Spike?" Xander asked.
Wesley looked at the hall and nodded towards the right, "The holding cells are down there."
"Security?" Melinda asked.
"Enough to make it fun," Wesley answered.
***
Spike awoke to the sounds of gunshots. He thought he was delirious because he swore he heard the whelp's non-funny quips.
***
"Well we almost made it unscathed," Xander said firing off another round. They had managed to sneak most of the way into the secret holding cells of the council before they ran into anyone who tried to keep them out.
Melinda nodded as she attempted to pull the door open. Wesley had gone to find the keys.
"I wish Dawn were here," he added splintering the kneecap of another guard.
Guns were not usual Scooby weaponry, but Xander had thought that guns would be best. Buffy didn't like the idea, but Xander had convinced her he wouldn't kill anyone.
Getting into the jail was easy. Getting Spike out was going to be hard.
Wesley finally returned, he was out of breath, but he had a set of keys.
He handed Melinda his piece, a perfect twin of Xander's.
"You two cover me."
Melinda pushed Xander out of the way and efficiently shot a gun out of a hand of the guard.
Wesley and Xander just looked at her. Slayers usually didn't shoot so well.
"Daddy was in the NRA, I'm a Texan for Christ sake."
***
Spike had passed out. It happened a lot. His legs were always hurting due to the fact that he didn't think that he had any bones left. He was just so hungry.
He opened his eyes when he heard the door open.
Was it morning already?
"Good job, waiting until the last key to open the door," a southern drawl said.
"Like I meant to," a whiny English voice muttered.
It was then that Spike's vision cleared enough to see a very familiar figure striding towards him. If he hadn't been in so much pain he would have vamped out.
"Wesley bag," the figure said.
A bag flew through the air and Xander had opened it by the time that he reached Spike. Xander tipped back his head and poured blood in.
"I'm Florence Nightingale," Xander muttered.
Spike had drained three bags and was still hungry, but Xander didn't let him drink anymore.
"Buffy said only three or little Spikey would get all bloated," Xander said in a sing song voice.
"Sod off Whelp," Spike growled.
"Well you're welcome. Looks like you're feeling better," Xander said happily.
"As touching as this is I think we should leave soon," the girl with the southern accent said.
Spike looked down to his wrist the two other people had freed him. He had been too caught up in drinking to notice.
"I agree," the man said, "While they may not have too much security against people trying to rescue a vampire, they'll definitely call in the reserves."
Spike looked down at his useless legs.
"Umm there's a problem."
***