Redefined: 10
A/N: Hi all. I'm posting this now as I said I would. The next chapter should be up by the end of the week. I don't know, depends on reviews then I might work on it Wednesday, which I will happily add is my B-Day!!!!! So we'll see. So glad to have ff.net back up or I would have posted this ch. sooner. That's all I do believe. Thank you for the reviews, I love them. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
"This is my fault. If only I had not suggested Buffy take a look at the museum..." Giles moaned into his hands. Willow tried unsuccessfully to comfort him through her own worry.
Xander paced with irritation.
"NO this is your fault. How could you let this happen," he hissed as he lifted his head to glare at Wolfe.
"Yeh. Wolfe how could you?" Angel put in his two cents.
Wolfe looked at neither of them and reined in his anger. He couldn't let their feelings factor into his own. He didn't need their blame along with his own guilt.
"Guys laying blame isn't helping anyone," Willow admonished sharply.
"Well-they -Buffy wouldn't be gone if it weren't for Wolfe! He told us not to leave and yet he took them out!"
Grace slipped her arms around Wolfe in comfort and rested her head on his shoulder. She regarded the room with narrowed eyes.
"Willow's right. Blaming Wolfe isn't doing anything at all but making him feel worse! We need to get it in gear and find a way to get them back!"
Wolfe smiled gratefully at Grace before he lifted his head to meet both Xander and Angel's angry gazes.
"If I hadn't taken them out they'd still be here. But that's beside the point. Grace is right. There isn't much of a guess to know who's behind this. Quentin Travers has them. We need to get them back."
"You're quite right," Giles finally spoke moving to stand beside Wolfe. "What do you suggest?" Giles placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I think we should have a nice long chat with Travers. Make him see reason," Angel said an angry glint in his eyes.
"I don't think he asked you Angel," Xander snapped.
Five expectant pair of eyes turned to Wolfe.
Standing suddenly Wolfe clenched his fists. He had no plan as of yet, but one was forming in the back of his head though.
"I need to make a few phone calls. We'll meet back here in an hour," he announced absently as he strode out.
"Well he was no help! Who's with me on goin' it alone?" Xander asked eagerly.
The only hand to rise was Angel's, and a look of disgust formed on Xander's face at this.
"Er...never mind. I'm sure Wolfe will come up with something. With Buffy and Spike as parents he's sure to have inherited a few brain cells," he grumbled he dropped into Wolfe's vacant seat.
"Don't worry. Wolfe is very good at this type of thing," Grace said pleasantly.
"Really? How so?" Giles asked curiously, slowly cleaning his glasses.
Grace smiled nervously.
"Well.."
Angel laughed humorlessly.
"He's never done anything like this before. He's only had experience like this in setting up exhibits like this in the museums. You'd be better off letting me handle this," Angel said having no trouble telling the truth or his version of it.
He got glares from all, for even suggesting such a thing.
"Buffy told me how you tried to mislead her and Spike. I doubt your intentions here are anymore noble. I am sure Wolfe with our help of course will come up with a formidable plan," Giles spoke in a clipped tone as he glared at Angel.
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Two weeks later:
Quite impressive Quentin thought as he watched the vampire known as William the Bloody paced the room he was currently caged in. Indeed, he had more restraint and control over himself than he had ever thought. But really now it was time to break it. To destroy him and his worthless offspring. All in due time though. William the Bloody first, from there he would destroy all who had dared to go against him!
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Spike paced the room his eyes closed and his thoughts chaotic. He had to get out of here! This was crazy and insane- wait was the same meaning. Two different words. Same meaning. He shook his head angrily.
"Lost m'bloody mind I have," Spike, muttered as he dug his fingers into his head and moaned low down in his throat.
He stood stock still suddenly. His whole body still as he honed his senses outside of the room he was locked in. Nothing. Not one heart beat. Disappointment slammed into him and he slowly dropped to the ground in a low crouch.
He had to get out of here. He needed blood! He needed to feed, he was slowly but surely going south to a murderous unthinking rage that would make him little more than an animal and he had always prided himself in being better than that. He killed sure, but he didn't do it for the fun of it, the sport, he never played with his food, as Angelus had been quite fond of doing. He did what he had to survive.
Frowning slightly his thoughts drifted to Drusilla. He had been here for weeks and he'd used them to think about all that had gone on recently. Most of all he had allowed himself to think of his dark princess.
She had probably lost whatever sense of stability she had when he had disappeared and was probably as frightened as a newborn. She had no idea how to function without anyone taking care of her. She relied on him and he was feeling extreme guilt over not being there. He loved her.
He did not doubt that, but now he was aware of all the possibilities he had never thought possible, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He knew that when he got back to Sunnydale he had to leave. He could not stay there..couldn't be near the Slayer. They had agreed that this reality was never going to take place and he was going to keep it that way no matter how much he might wan-
He cut that thought off. He didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about all the blood he was going to spill once he got out of this damn room. How he was going to make Travers pay for daring to do this to him. And if he laid one hand on the Slayer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blood was going to run. Soon. Sometime. But not now. Now he needed to rest, needed to close his eyes stave off the useless bloodlust and sleep. He had to sleep. He had to think about himself, if he thought about the Slayer he knew he wouldn't stand a chance, he had to be clear headed. Emotionless when Travers decided to show himself.
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Buffy wanted to break down the door and kill who ever had done this to her. She was fed up with this. She had been here for two weeks and in all of those weeks, she hadn't seen the evil soulless demon she had stood back to back with. She was going out of her head worrying about the vampire. He had to be okay, she tried to assure herself. He was Spike he knew how to take care of himself.
Nonetheless, she worried about how they were treating him. How he would cope with being confined and whether they were feeding him. Her worry for him was unnerving and she didn't analyze it too closely. She knew she absolutely should not be feeling anything but disgust and hate for him. He was a demon and deserved to die by her hand. True, but that had been before. Before she was shown, what he could be. That he had changed changed for her, that he could love her and be with her, earn her love in return.
This trip to the future had changed everything and she didn't know if it was for the best or not. Because now...now she was doubting her eternal love for Angel. Doubting that it was as strong as she once thought it was. She had honestly never thought of a future outside of Angel, granted she was a teenager and her realm of thought consisted of Slaying, school and Angel. Angel being the only other constant besides Slaying in her life. She had relied on that.
Now that was all shot to hell. Because of one soulless evil demon. Her thoughts drifted slightly to rest on their son. Wolfe would get them out of here she was sure. He had the Scoobies young and old at his disposal. This equaled good. Very good. They would be out of here soon. No matter that it had been two weeks already. Wolfe was a smart boy; he had skills that surpassed both her and his father. He would get them out of here. Not that it was too bad she mused.
She was situated in a nice suite like room, with enough clothes and food to last her a good long while. It was pleasant and if she had not been held prisoner she would have said it was like being in a hotel. Room service and a very nice bed.
She stiffened when the door to her cell was opened and someone was pushed into the room. Eyes narrowed she took in the much older Quentin Travers. Or she assumed it was him; hard to tell he was so old and decrepit looking.
"Travers," she muttered with a cold look.
"Ah, still the same impertinent sass of a girl I see," he remarked voice reed thin and laced with disgust. His eyes held noting but contempt as they raked over her.
She lifted her head and smiled slightly. No one was going to make her feel inferior. Especially not his crazy old man!
"What do you want? What good is holding us? We've done nothing to you!"
"Nothing? Perhaps not you dear. But no matter, your future self ruined my life. Took me from the Council, sundered my good name! Spawned your demon child who has stolen my own flesh and blood to wither away on the very side that ruined his father and me!!!! And you say you've done nothing to me," he huffed in a rage.
"Ah, but you killed us. So really all this pent up rage is useless and very unhealthy to carry around with you. And I will say this once; don't ever call my son a demon child. He is a man. Say it again and you will get an up-close look at this Slayer's temper. Now before I break you in two tell me where Spike is and I'll just be on my way."
"In due time child. Henry.."
Henry slowly rolled his master out of the room and Buffy stared after them. She sighed in frustration.
"Too bad that Henry's a Rawsta demon," she muttered. Rawsta demons were notorious for their ruthless, kill all kinda thinking. Mess with them and you'd never live to tell the tale, they were tough, tough enough to give her pause and so she hadn't attacked as she had planned to.
She sat back on the bed a look of grim determination etched on her young face. The next time she was just going to have to take a chance.
She'd been dozing when she heard the doorknob turn and she let herself relax into the mattress. She was ready to move as soon as whoever it was came in.
Her Slayer senses were going off the wall and she wondered if Travers had brought in a vampire to do the job, because this vampire felt off. Not like the normal fledglings, she encountered or the few Masters she'd met and fought. Who was it?
The door was thrown open and she sprang into action, nailing the person with a high flung kick to his face. What she hadn't counted on was the person catching her foot and spinning her around catching her in a chokehold.
"I'm gonna kill you," she seethed as she struggled uselessly.
"Really pet," Spike's voice whispered in her ear. "Are you always this violent?"
She let out an unSlayer like squeal of relief and surprise.
"Spike?! What is going on? You feel all-you set off my spidy senses like nothing I'v-"
"I take it you missed me then huh?" he asked as he turned her around so they faced each other.
She looked up into his eyes and felt something inside of her give and float away, never to be heard from again. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lost herself in those blue orbs.
"Got somethin' in m'teeth or what? Why are you starin' Slayer?" Spike rasped out lowering his head to inhale her sweet scent. He closed his eyes briefly.
"I'm just happy to see you. I thought..never mind. We have to get out of here. Travers is crazy! He wants us both dead you know. He-"
"Calm down luv," he whispered. "I'm here now and I'll take care of everything."
There was something in his eyes that should have warned her.
But she paid it little heed.
He brought his hands up slowly, skimming her back, brushing her nape. He cupped her head, lifted it so their eyes could meet.
"My Slayer...forever my Slayer," he whispered as his mouth brushed hers.
His mouth covered hers, his hands resting against her head. He kissed as she'd never been kissed before. Hard, passionate, startlingly possessive.
It seared her, branding her in a way she couldn't find unflattering. He wanted her and...God help her she wasn't strong enough to resist him! She had no thoughts of their fates, of their son, of Angel..Only him, this demon who was more than she had ever thought he could be, more than she could imagine.
Then suddenly he was moving, shoving her up against the wall and his mouth left hers to trail down her face, he settled on her neck and she tilted his head back giving him better access as he nipped and nibbled on the sensitive skin just below her ear lobe.
"Buffy...Buffy," he whispered raggedly as he lifted his face slightly to stare down at her.
Her eyes were closed and she had lost herself to his touch, his mouth and she barely heard his voice as he said her name. More, more she thought frantically. She wanted his mouth, God she wanted his mouth everywhere she-
Her breath caught as she felt him suddenly, everywhere, inside of her...A part of her. Oh the heat... It engulfed her, surrounded her and she lost herself to it. She was being swept away, swept away...
She screamed.
A/N: Hi all. I'm posting this now as I said I would. The next chapter should be up by the end of the week. I don't know, depends on reviews then I might work on it Wednesday, which I will happily add is my B-Day!!!!! So we'll see. So glad to have ff.net back up or I would have posted this ch. sooner. That's all I do believe. Thank you for the reviews, I love them. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Redefined:
"This is my fault. If only I had not suggested Buffy take a look at the museum..." Giles moaned into his hands. Willow tried unsuccessfully to comfort him through her own worry.
Xander paced with irritation.
"NO this is your fault. How could you let this happen," he hissed as he lifted his head to glare at Wolfe.
"Yeh. Wolfe how could you?" Angel put in his two cents.
Wolfe looked at neither of them and reined in his anger. He couldn't let their feelings factor into his own. He didn't need their blame along with his own guilt.
"Guys laying blame isn't helping anyone," Willow admonished sharply.
"Well-they -Buffy wouldn't be gone if it weren't for Wolfe! He told us not to leave and yet he took them out!"
Grace slipped her arms around Wolfe in comfort and rested her head on his shoulder. She regarded the room with narrowed eyes.
"Willow's right. Blaming Wolfe isn't doing anything at all but making him feel worse! We need to get it in gear and find a way to get them back!"
Wolfe smiled gratefully at Grace before he lifted his head to meet both Xander and Angel's angry gazes.
"If I hadn't taken them out they'd still be here. But that's beside the point. Grace is right. There isn't much of a guess to know who's behind this. Quentin Travers has them. We need to get them back."
"You're quite right," Giles finally spoke moving to stand beside Wolfe. "What do you suggest?" Giles placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I think we should have a nice long chat with Travers. Make him see reason," Angel said an angry glint in his eyes.
"I don't think he asked you Angel," Xander snapped.
Five expectant pair of eyes turned to Wolfe.
Standing suddenly Wolfe clenched his fists. He had no plan as of yet, but one was forming in the back of his head though.
"I need to make a few phone calls. We'll meet back here in an hour," he announced absently as he strode out.
"Well he was no help! Who's with me on goin' it alone?" Xander asked eagerly.
The only hand to rise was Angel's, and a look of disgust formed on Xander's face at this.
"Er...never mind. I'm sure Wolfe will come up with something. With Buffy and Spike as parents he's sure to have inherited a few brain cells," he grumbled he dropped into Wolfe's vacant seat.
"Don't worry. Wolfe is very good at this type of thing," Grace said pleasantly.
"Really? How so?" Giles asked curiously, slowly cleaning his glasses.
Grace smiled nervously.
"Well.."
Angel laughed humorlessly.
"He's never done anything like this before. He's only had experience like this in setting up exhibits like this in the museums. You'd be better off letting me handle this," Angel said having no trouble telling the truth or his version of it.
He got glares from all, for even suggesting such a thing.
"Buffy told me how you tried to mislead her and Spike. I doubt your intentions here are anymore noble. I am sure Wolfe with our help of course will come up with a formidable plan," Giles spoke in a clipped tone as he glared at Angel.
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Two weeks later:
Quite impressive Quentin thought as he watched the vampire known as William the Bloody paced the room he was currently caged in. Indeed, he had more restraint and control over himself than he had ever thought. But really now it was time to break it. To destroy him and his worthless offspring. All in due time though. William the Bloody first, from there he would destroy all who had dared to go against him!
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Spike paced the room his eyes closed and his thoughts chaotic. He had to get out of here! This was crazy and insane- wait was the same meaning. Two different words. Same meaning. He shook his head angrily.
"Lost m'bloody mind I have," Spike, muttered as he dug his fingers into his head and moaned low down in his throat.
He stood stock still suddenly. His whole body still as he honed his senses outside of the room he was locked in. Nothing. Not one heart beat. Disappointment slammed into him and he slowly dropped to the ground in a low crouch.
He had to get out of here. He needed blood! He needed to feed, he was slowly but surely going south to a murderous unthinking rage that would make him little more than an animal and he had always prided himself in being better than that. He killed sure, but he didn't do it for the fun of it, the sport, he never played with his food, as Angelus had been quite fond of doing. He did what he had to survive.
Frowning slightly his thoughts drifted to Drusilla. He had been here for weeks and he'd used them to think about all that had gone on recently. Most of all he had allowed himself to think of his dark princess.
She had probably lost whatever sense of stability she had when he had disappeared and was probably as frightened as a newborn. She had no idea how to function without anyone taking care of her. She relied on him and he was feeling extreme guilt over not being there. He loved her.
He did not doubt that, but now he was aware of all the possibilities he had never thought possible, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He knew that when he got back to Sunnydale he had to leave. He could not stay there..couldn't be near the Slayer. They had agreed that this reality was never going to take place and he was going to keep it that way no matter how much he might wan-
He cut that thought off. He didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about all the blood he was going to spill once he got out of this damn room. How he was going to make Travers pay for daring to do this to him. And if he laid one hand on the Slayer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blood was going to run. Soon. Sometime. But not now. Now he needed to rest, needed to close his eyes stave off the useless bloodlust and sleep. He had to sleep. He had to think about himself, if he thought about the Slayer he knew he wouldn't stand a chance, he had to be clear headed. Emotionless when Travers decided to show himself.
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Buffy wanted to break down the door and kill who ever had done this to her. She was fed up with this. She had been here for two weeks and in all of those weeks, she hadn't seen the evil soulless demon she had stood back to back with. She was going out of her head worrying about the vampire. He had to be okay, she tried to assure herself. He was Spike he knew how to take care of himself.
Nonetheless, she worried about how they were treating him. How he would cope with being confined and whether they were feeding him. Her worry for him was unnerving and she didn't analyze it too closely. She knew she absolutely should not be feeling anything but disgust and hate for him. He was a demon and deserved to die by her hand. True, but that had been before. Before she was shown, what he could be. That he had changed changed for her, that he could love her and be with her, earn her love in return.
This trip to the future had changed everything and she didn't know if it was for the best or not. Because now...now she was doubting her eternal love for Angel. Doubting that it was as strong as she once thought it was. She had honestly never thought of a future outside of Angel, granted she was a teenager and her realm of thought consisted of Slaying, school and Angel. Angel being the only other constant besides Slaying in her life. She had relied on that.
Now that was all shot to hell. Because of one soulless evil demon. Her thoughts drifted slightly to rest on their son. Wolfe would get them out of here she was sure. He had the Scoobies young and old at his disposal. This equaled good. Very good. They would be out of here soon. No matter that it had been two weeks already. Wolfe was a smart boy; he had skills that surpassed both her and his father. He would get them out of here. Not that it was too bad she mused.
She was situated in a nice suite like room, with enough clothes and food to last her a good long while. It was pleasant and if she had not been held prisoner she would have said it was like being in a hotel. Room service and a very nice bed.
She stiffened when the door to her cell was opened and someone was pushed into the room. Eyes narrowed she took in the much older Quentin Travers. Or she assumed it was him; hard to tell he was so old and decrepit looking.
"Travers," she muttered with a cold look.
"Ah, still the same impertinent sass of a girl I see," he remarked voice reed thin and laced with disgust. His eyes held noting but contempt as they raked over her.
She lifted her head and smiled slightly. No one was going to make her feel inferior. Especially not his crazy old man!
"What do you want? What good is holding us? We've done nothing to you!"
"Nothing? Perhaps not you dear. But no matter, your future self ruined my life. Took me from the Council, sundered my good name! Spawned your demon child who has stolen my own flesh and blood to wither away on the very side that ruined his father and me!!!! And you say you've done nothing to me," he huffed in a rage.
"Ah, but you killed us. So really all this pent up rage is useless and very unhealthy to carry around with you. And I will say this once; don't ever call my son a demon child. He is a man. Say it again and you will get an up-close look at this Slayer's temper. Now before I break you in two tell me where Spike is and I'll just be on my way."
"In due time child. Henry.."
Henry slowly rolled his master out of the room and Buffy stared after them. She sighed in frustration.
"Too bad that Henry's a Rawsta demon," she muttered. Rawsta demons were notorious for their ruthless, kill all kinda thinking. Mess with them and you'd never live to tell the tale, they were tough, tough enough to give her pause and so she hadn't attacked as she had planned to.
She sat back on the bed a look of grim determination etched on her young face. The next time she was just going to have to take a chance.
She'd been dozing when she heard the doorknob turn and she let herself relax into the mattress. She was ready to move as soon as whoever it was came in.
Her Slayer senses were going off the wall and she wondered if Travers had brought in a vampire to do the job, because this vampire felt off. Not like the normal fledglings, she encountered or the few Masters she'd met and fought. Who was it?
The door was thrown open and she sprang into action, nailing the person with a high flung kick to his face. What she hadn't counted on was the person catching her foot and spinning her around catching her in a chokehold.
"I'm gonna kill you," she seethed as she struggled uselessly.
"Really pet," Spike's voice whispered in her ear. "Are you always this violent?"
She let out an unSlayer like squeal of relief and surprise.
"Spike?! What is going on? You feel all-you set off my spidy senses like nothing I'v-"
"I take it you missed me then huh?" he asked as he turned her around so they faced each other.
She looked up into his eyes and felt something inside of her give and float away, never to be heard from again. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lost herself in those blue orbs.
"Got somethin' in m'teeth or what? Why are you starin' Slayer?" Spike rasped out lowering his head to inhale her sweet scent. He closed his eyes briefly.
"I'm just happy to see you. I thought..never mind. We have to get out of here. Travers is crazy! He wants us both dead you know. He-"
"Calm down luv," he whispered. "I'm here now and I'll take care of everything."
There was something in his eyes that should have warned her.
But she paid it little heed.
He brought his hands up slowly, skimming her back, brushing her nape. He cupped her head, lifted it so their eyes could meet.
"My Slayer...forever my Slayer," he whispered as his mouth brushed hers.
His mouth covered hers, his hands resting against her head. He kissed as she'd never been kissed before. Hard, passionate, startlingly possessive.
It seared her, branding her in a way she couldn't find unflattering. He wanted her and...God help her she wasn't strong enough to resist him! She had no thoughts of their fates, of their son, of Angel..Only him, this demon who was more than she had ever thought he could be, more than she could imagine.
Then suddenly he was moving, shoving her up against the wall and his mouth left hers to trail down her face, he settled on her neck and she tilted his head back giving him better access as he nipped and nibbled on the sensitive skin just below her ear lobe.
"Buffy...Buffy," he whispered raggedly as he lifted his face slightly to stare down at her.
Her eyes were closed and she had lost herself to his touch, his mouth and she barely heard his voice as he said her name. More, more she thought frantically. She wanted his mouth, God she wanted his mouth everywhere she-
Her breath caught as she felt him suddenly, everywhere, inside of her...A part of her. Oh the heat... It engulfed her, surrounded her and she lost herself to it. She was being swept away, swept away...
She screamed.