Description: Buffy, Spike, Dawn and the rest of the scoobs are perfectly
happy. But when Angelus and Drusilla kidnap Dawn as a ploy to get rid of
Spike all hell brakes loose. Buffy's forced to choose between family and
her soul mate.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything, along with Mutant Enemy and whoever else is involved. I plead with the forces that be everyday, but I still got nuttin, lol.
Distribution: I don't really care if you take it; just make sure you give me credit. It took me a long time to come up with this.
Spoilers: Post "Gift", and since I have yet to see season 6, I don't know if there are any spoilers.
All the scoobies were gathered at the Magic Box. It was their typical Friday night. That is if they weren't busy fighting demons or vampires or a hell god. They had arrived just after Buffy and Spike left. Willow and Tara were first, and Xander and Anya followed quickly. Willow and Tara were looking through some spell books trying to find something that would clean their dorm room for them. They were having no such luck. Anya was busy counting the money in the cash register. Giles had tried to tell her he had just counted it, but she insisted on doing a double count. Xander had collapsed on the couch as soon as he was in the store. "He had a hard day at work." was how Anya had put it. Giles was busy tidying up the store, replacing books on shelves, dusting and sweeping. Yes it was a typical, boring, Sunnydale Friday. Anya reached to pick up the ringing phone, never letting her eyes stray from the money at hand. "Hello. Sunnydale Magic Box. Anya speaking, how may I help you?" she greeted the caller in her all too cheery voice. There was an awkward silence where everyone listened to see who the mystery caller was. "Uh huh.yeah she's right here.hold on," she took the phone down from her ear and held a hand over the one end. "Willow it's for you." "Me?" Willow asked surprised. Anya nodded and almost immediately the phone floated out of her hand, across the room and into Willow's grasp. She flashed everyone a quick smile before moving the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Willow it's me." "Oh hey Buffy. What's going on?" Everyone returned to their previous task now that they knew who the caller was. "Dawn's gone." Buffy said, close to hysterics. "What do you mean Dawn's gone?" Willow asked in a not so subtle voice. Every head in the magic shop turned to her. Even Xander, who had recently awoken from his slumber, looked intensely at his best friend. "I mean she's been kidnapped! Angel took her. He left a note nailed to my door that said if I don't give him what he wants that he's gonna turn her. Please Will you have to help me!" "TURN HER! You mean into a vampire?!" Willow shouted. Her voice echoed off the walls. "Willow what's wrong? Has something happened?" Giles asked nervously. "Dawn's been kidnapped." Willow said holding the receiver away from her face. "Angel kidnapped her and is planning to turn her." Mouths dropped at the sound of Willows confession. "Oh good Heavens." Giles said beginning to pace back and forth. "Will?" Buffy's voice sounded through the phone. "Yeah. I'm here." She said returning it to her ear. "How can I help?" "I need you to find Angel. The note said that you would know how to find him. I have to get to him in 24 hours and give him what he wants or he." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. "Well I might be able to find a locator spell, but I can't promise anything, Buffy." Willow shot a look at Tara. 'We need to find a locator spell. We have to find Angel.' She told her using her newly discovered telepathy. Tara immediately began flipping through the pages of her current book. "Thanks Will." Buffy said, twirling the phone cord in her fingers nervously. "No prob. Don't worry, Buff. We'll find him.everything will be okay, just you wait." She tried to sound optimistic, but it was very transparent. "I hope so." "Wait," Willow started before Buffy could hang up the phone. "What does Angel want?" "Spike." Buffy said plainly. She fought back the tears and tried to hide the cracking in her voice. She hung up the phone without another word. She paused a moment before turning around, expecting to see Spike sitting on the couch. He wasn't there. "Spike?" she called looking around the room. "Up here." He answered, his voice floating down from the upstairs. Buffy raced up the stairs taking them two at a time. She reached the top looking behind every door. She paused outside Dawn's room. She peered through the small crack in the door to see Spike sitting on her bed, his long, black duster pooled around him. He was holding one of Dawn's stuffed animals, a raggy old dog that Buffy had given her for her ninth birthday. "Spike?" she asked slinking into the room. She walked over and slipped her arm around his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He looked up at her, his eyes cold as stone. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She smiled slightly, she always felt so safe in his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. Her heart melted. "For what?" she asked wiping a tear from his face. "For everything. For coming here, for trying to kill you.more than once. For attacking your friends, for helping Angel and Dru try to take over the world." He took a deep breath and started again. "For not saving the Niblet from the hell bitch. For making you kill yourself. For making fun of Captain Cardboard." "Hey," Buffy said slapping his chest playfully. Spike smiled slightly, but it quickly faded into a pout again. "I'm sorry for falling in love with you. For putting you all in danger. For." Buffy cut off his sentence by placing her finger firmly against his lips. "Don't." she said. "Spike, everything in my life was laid out for me. I was chosen to be the Slayer. I was chosen to protect the world from evil. I've never made a decision in my life that didn't involve slaying in some way." Her voice was beginning to waver, but this time she didn't bother to hide it. "But you are the one thing in my life right now that no one planned on. I mean who would have thought.the Vampire Slayer loving the Slayer of Slayers." Spike's head shot up. He looked at Buffy with a questioning look. "You." "I love you, Spike." She said. "I never thought that first time I met you when you attacked me with the axe that I would end up loving you like I've never loved anyone before." "I did." He admitted quietly. "From the first time I saw you dancing at the Bronze with the Whelp and Red. You never left my mind. When me and Dru fled the country, I thought about you everyday." Buffy smiled at him sweetly and planted a strong kiss on his lips. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke. Buffy's face contorted as she yawned, a wave of sleepiness washing over her. "Better get some sleep, luv. You'll need your strength." He loosened his grip around her. Buffy crawled off his lap and walked around to the top of the bed. She sat down and sprawled out on the edge. Spike walked to the far wall, flicking the light switch, casting the room into a world of shadows. He walked to the top of the bed, on the side opposite Buffy. He took his duster off and laid it over her. Climbing into the bed, he slung his arm over her waist, pulling her body close to his. "Good Night pet." "Good Night Spike." Dawn was still in the room, but now instead of her head aching from pain, her whole body throbbed. She could feel where the blood from the bite marks on her neck had dried. She craned her neck, trying to read her watch. '11! I've only been here for 4 hours!' It had seemed like an eternity for Dawn. She began to break down in tears. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and strained to see who had come. "They suggested," Angel began as he stepped out of the shadows, "that I take you to another room. Make you more comfortable." He stepped in front of Dawn and she noticed the huge knife he had. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. "Oh don't worry," Angel said in a mocking voice. "I'm not going to cut you. That would take all the fun out of everything." He took the knife and slid it under the ropes that bonded her wrists to the chair. After a few quick strokes the ropes broke and fell to the ground. Dawn happily moved her hands checking for marks. He moved to the ropes around her shoulders next. These ones gave him a little more trouble than the others, but he soon freed her of them. He lingered at the ropes around her stomach, sawing. They just weren't giving up. Finally the ropes gave way. Dawn sighed noticeably when Angel's hand left her leg. "Let's go." He said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair and out of the room. "Hey!" she screamed as she was pulled out into the hallway. It was the first time she had seen anything of her surroundings of that room. The hallway made a great contrast with the other room. Whereas the room had been dark, dingy, and.well.creepy, the hallway was bright with colors of green and blue. And with its shag carpeting and portraits on the wall it could almost pass as cheerful. He dragged her down as long hallway and into a room. It was smaller than the other room but it was a lot better. The walls were blood red with a bright yellow décor spreading across the top. The theme of the room seemed to be Arabian Nights or something like that. There was soft shag carpeting, also red, and pillows everywhere.even ones with little tassels on them. In one corner was a small bed, complete with sheets, pillows, bedspread.the whole shebang. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you.or any guy for that matter.decorated this room." Dawn said in her cocky attitude. "Well you're wrong Dawnie." Angel said backing to the door. "Spike was the one who decorated it. He always did have a knack for the girly things." With that he was gone, locking the door behind him. "Spike?" Dawn said in amazement. "Wow." She walked around the room, admiring the work. She sat down on the bed. "Not the most comfortable thing on the planet." She sighed. She removed her shoes and placed them neatly beside the bedside table. She lay back on the bed closing her eyes, trying desperately to get some sleep.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns everything, along with Mutant Enemy and whoever else is involved. I plead with the forces that be everyday, but I still got nuttin, lol.
Distribution: I don't really care if you take it; just make sure you give me credit. It took me a long time to come up with this.
Spoilers: Post "Gift", and since I have yet to see season 6, I don't know if there are any spoilers.
All the scoobies were gathered at the Magic Box. It was their typical Friday night. That is if they weren't busy fighting demons or vampires or a hell god. They had arrived just after Buffy and Spike left. Willow and Tara were first, and Xander and Anya followed quickly. Willow and Tara were looking through some spell books trying to find something that would clean their dorm room for them. They were having no such luck. Anya was busy counting the money in the cash register. Giles had tried to tell her he had just counted it, but she insisted on doing a double count. Xander had collapsed on the couch as soon as he was in the store. "He had a hard day at work." was how Anya had put it. Giles was busy tidying up the store, replacing books on shelves, dusting and sweeping. Yes it was a typical, boring, Sunnydale Friday. Anya reached to pick up the ringing phone, never letting her eyes stray from the money at hand. "Hello. Sunnydale Magic Box. Anya speaking, how may I help you?" she greeted the caller in her all too cheery voice. There was an awkward silence where everyone listened to see who the mystery caller was. "Uh huh.yeah she's right here.hold on," she took the phone down from her ear and held a hand over the one end. "Willow it's for you." "Me?" Willow asked surprised. Anya nodded and almost immediately the phone floated out of her hand, across the room and into Willow's grasp. She flashed everyone a quick smile before moving the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Willow it's me." "Oh hey Buffy. What's going on?" Everyone returned to their previous task now that they knew who the caller was. "Dawn's gone." Buffy said, close to hysterics. "What do you mean Dawn's gone?" Willow asked in a not so subtle voice. Every head in the magic shop turned to her. Even Xander, who had recently awoken from his slumber, looked intensely at his best friend. "I mean she's been kidnapped! Angel took her. He left a note nailed to my door that said if I don't give him what he wants that he's gonna turn her. Please Will you have to help me!" "TURN HER! You mean into a vampire?!" Willow shouted. Her voice echoed off the walls. "Willow what's wrong? Has something happened?" Giles asked nervously. "Dawn's been kidnapped." Willow said holding the receiver away from her face. "Angel kidnapped her and is planning to turn her." Mouths dropped at the sound of Willows confession. "Oh good Heavens." Giles said beginning to pace back and forth. "Will?" Buffy's voice sounded through the phone. "Yeah. I'm here." She said returning it to her ear. "How can I help?" "I need you to find Angel. The note said that you would know how to find him. I have to get to him in 24 hours and give him what he wants or he." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. "Well I might be able to find a locator spell, but I can't promise anything, Buffy." Willow shot a look at Tara. 'We need to find a locator spell. We have to find Angel.' She told her using her newly discovered telepathy. Tara immediately began flipping through the pages of her current book. "Thanks Will." Buffy said, twirling the phone cord in her fingers nervously. "No prob. Don't worry, Buff. We'll find him.everything will be okay, just you wait." She tried to sound optimistic, but it was very transparent. "I hope so." "Wait," Willow started before Buffy could hang up the phone. "What does Angel want?" "Spike." Buffy said plainly. She fought back the tears and tried to hide the cracking in her voice. She hung up the phone without another word. She paused a moment before turning around, expecting to see Spike sitting on the couch. He wasn't there. "Spike?" she called looking around the room. "Up here." He answered, his voice floating down from the upstairs. Buffy raced up the stairs taking them two at a time. She reached the top looking behind every door. She paused outside Dawn's room. She peered through the small crack in the door to see Spike sitting on her bed, his long, black duster pooled around him. He was holding one of Dawn's stuffed animals, a raggy old dog that Buffy had given her for her ninth birthday. "Spike?" she asked slinking into the room. She walked over and slipped her arm around his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He looked up at her, his eyes cold as stone. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She smiled slightly, she always felt so safe in his arms. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. Her heart melted. "For what?" she asked wiping a tear from his face. "For everything. For coming here, for trying to kill you.more than once. For attacking your friends, for helping Angel and Dru try to take over the world." He took a deep breath and started again. "For not saving the Niblet from the hell bitch. For making you kill yourself. For making fun of Captain Cardboard." "Hey," Buffy said slapping his chest playfully. Spike smiled slightly, but it quickly faded into a pout again. "I'm sorry for falling in love with you. For putting you all in danger. For." Buffy cut off his sentence by placing her finger firmly against his lips. "Don't." she said. "Spike, everything in my life was laid out for me. I was chosen to be the Slayer. I was chosen to protect the world from evil. I've never made a decision in my life that didn't involve slaying in some way." Her voice was beginning to waver, but this time she didn't bother to hide it. "But you are the one thing in my life right now that no one planned on. I mean who would have thought.the Vampire Slayer loving the Slayer of Slayers." Spike's head shot up. He looked at Buffy with a questioning look. "You." "I love you, Spike." She said. "I never thought that first time I met you when you attacked me with the axe that I would end up loving you like I've never loved anyone before." "I did." He admitted quietly. "From the first time I saw you dancing at the Bronze with the Whelp and Red. You never left my mind. When me and Dru fled the country, I thought about you everyday." Buffy smiled at him sweetly and planted a strong kiss on his lips. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke. Buffy's face contorted as she yawned, a wave of sleepiness washing over her. "Better get some sleep, luv. You'll need your strength." He loosened his grip around her. Buffy crawled off his lap and walked around to the top of the bed. She sat down and sprawled out on the edge. Spike walked to the far wall, flicking the light switch, casting the room into a world of shadows. He walked to the top of the bed, on the side opposite Buffy. He took his duster off and laid it over her. Climbing into the bed, he slung his arm over her waist, pulling her body close to his. "Good Night pet." "Good Night Spike." Dawn was still in the room, but now instead of her head aching from pain, her whole body throbbed. She could feel where the blood from the bite marks on her neck had dried. She craned her neck, trying to read her watch. '11! I've only been here for 4 hours!' It had seemed like an eternity for Dawn. She began to break down in tears. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her and strained to see who had come. "They suggested," Angel began as he stepped out of the shadows, "that I take you to another room. Make you more comfortable." He stepped in front of Dawn and she noticed the huge knife he had. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. "Oh don't worry," Angel said in a mocking voice. "I'm not going to cut you. That would take all the fun out of everything." He took the knife and slid it under the ropes that bonded her wrists to the chair. After a few quick strokes the ropes broke and fell to the ground. Dawn happily moved her hands checking for marks. He moved to the ropes around her shoulders next. These ones gave him a little more trouble than the others, but he soon freed her of them. He lingered at the ropes around her stomach, sawing. They just weren't giving up. Finally the ropes gave way. Dawn sighed noticeably when Angel's hand left her leg. "Let's go." He said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair and out of the room. "Hey!" she screamed as she was pulled out into the hallway. It was the first time she had seen anything of her surroundings of that room. The hallway made a great contrast with the other room. Whereas the room had been dark, dingy, and.well.creepy, the hallway was bright with colors of green and blue. And with its shag carpeting and portraits on the wall it could almost pass as cheerful. He dragged her down as long hallway and into a room. It was smaller than the other room but it was a lot better. The walls were blood red with a bright yellow décor spreading across the top. The theme of the room seemed to be Arabian Nights or something like that. There was soft shag carpeting, also red, and pillows everywhere.even ones with little tassels on them. In one corner was a small bed, complete with sheets, pillows, bedspread.the whole shebang. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you.or any guy for that matter.decorated this room." Dawn said in her cocky attitude. "Well you're wrong Dawnie." Angel said backing to the door. "Spike was the one who decorated it. He always did have a knack for the girly things." With that he was gone, locking the door behind him. "Spike?" Dawn said in amazement. "Wow." She walked around the room, admiring the work. She sat down on the bed. "Not the most comfortable thing on the planet." She sighed. She removed her shoes and placed them neatly beside the bedside table. She lay back on the bed closing her eyes, trying desperately to get some sleep.