Title: Bye bye baby
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MAILING LIST WHICH ALERTS YOU WHEN I ADD A CHAPTER PLEASE WRITE ME AT Madison@fastchart.com.
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Buffy held to spike as he leapt out of the way of another beam. Spike fell onto his side and Buffy looked up just as another crash racked through the building. She pulled spike up and over as a large piece of the roof fell down where they had been. Buffy coughed. "Spike. I cant breath!" Buffy fell to her knees and held her hand to her mouth.
Spike pulled her up by her arm and towards him. Buffy buried her face in his shirt and coughed again. "Spike? We're going to die aren't we?" she asked. Spike brushed her hair from her face and looked around for anything they could use to get out. "I think we are." He whispered. Anne sobbed onto him and he held her close.
"Spike I don't want to die!" she whimpered. Spike looked up as a support cracked and fell towards the floor. Spike dove out of the way and landed hard on the floor with buffy by him. "Looks like we either burn or get crushed." He shouted.
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Joyce took a deep breath and pushed Drusilla away. Drusilla growled low and stood again. The world swirled in front of Joyce as she tried to gain her balance. Drusilla put her arm in front of Joyce's face. She smelled the blood from the fresh cut and she gulped. "Drink child and I will save your daddy." Joyce looked at the cut again. "What will happen if I drink it?" she asked softly. Drusilla smiled evilly. "You become one of us." Joyce looked back down to the cut. "You mean I have vampire powers and I am a member of the undead club?" Drusilla nodded. "Come child. You want to be like your Dad don't you?"
Joyce closed her eyes and moved towards the cut. Drusilla laughed. "Drink the blood." She whispered. Joyce stopped quickly and opened her eyes. "No." she whispered with the same authority as her father. Drusilla frowned and tried to push Joyce back again but she leapt up and onto a crate. Drusilla growled in frustration. Joyce stumbled a little as she stood. The blood loss was going to knock her out if she didn't slow down. "Hey!" she shouted. "Want to turn me? You have to catch me!" Drusilla roared and jumped up onto the next crate. "Eep." Joyce whispered before running towards the building.
The crates creaked loudly as she ran along them with the Vampiress following close behind. For once Joyce was exceptionally glad she could run fast. Joyce stopped as she came to a break in the line where there was no crate. She jumped and landed on the next one that was about 17 feet away. "Wow!" she whispered but quickly ran again as she saw Drusilla leap through the air.
"Okay Joyce. What's the plan? Run the rest of your life?" she asked herself. Joyce ran until she got to the burning warehouse. "Okay Joyce. We need a plan come on a plan. A plan." She said to herself. Joyce looked down at the ground and smiled. "There we go." She whispered. Joyce gasped as Drusilla stepped into view and stood feet from her.
She was playing with Joyce. She was making her think nothing would happen and then bam she would be dead.
Drusilla smiled evilly. "Why would you not want to be with the undead?" she cooed. Joyce lowered the wooden shard she had found. Was Drusilla actually being nice? "Cause I don't want to be a smelly ugly evil witch like you." She answered coldly. Drusilla smiled. "Well if you don't want to then I wont make you." She cooed softly. Joyce nodded. "Thanks I guess."
Drusilla dove towards her and grabbed the shard of wood. "See little one? Being a vampire is a good thing." Joyce smiled evilly. "Not really. For one thing…you burn really easily." Drusilla howled in pain as Joyce grabbed a piece of wood that was on fire and threw it onto her. Drusilla fell back onto the ground as her dress set aflame. Joyce watched as the vampiress let out a cry and ran off into the night. "Wow again." she whispered.
Joyce shielded her face as a crash came from the building and fire flamed out. She knew her parents were in there. Whether they were alive she didn't know. Joyce looked frantically around for anything big and heavy she could throw. There was nothing around except for the crates and a large metal beam that had held up something once but not in a long time. Joyce ran to the beam and scanned over it to see if it would help.
"This thing must weigh a ton… 12 feet long and 6 inches wide it must weigh A LOT." She added to herself. Joyce shook these thoughts from her head and pulled on the beam and dropped it with a gasp. She had picked it up like it was a feather! Joyce picked it up again and rammed it hard against a window.
The window cracked slightly and Joyce slammed the beam against it again. The window shattered with the second hard blow and Joyce slid the beam down and into the building as a path of sorts. Joyce leapt up onto the sweltering hot window ledge and looked in. "MUM!! DAD!!" she called. The smoke swirled round her blocking the view.
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Anya stopped. "Joyce. She's in trouble. Michael stood quickly. "Well we need to help her!" he shouted. Anya shook her head. "No we cant. Your not strong enough for this." Michael slumped to the floor. "Then you help but please someone help!" he pleaded. Anya shook her head. "No. I am staying here with you. I will not leave you alone." Michael glared at her and stormed out of the room and down the stairs. Anya shook her head. "Kids." She whispered.
Michael grabbed his coat and opened the front door. "I know someone who will." He whispered. Michael headed off into the night towards the witches house. He was going to get someone to help.
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Buffy looked up as she heard the faint voice. "MUM!" the voice shouted. Buffy grabbed spike by the arm and looked for the source. The smoke billowed around them shielding them from any rescue efforts. Spike pointed up towards one of the top windows. Light was pouring in and a figure was outlined.
Buffy ran towards the window and stopped as a beam fell in front of her. Spike grabbed her by the waist and leapt over the beam. Buffy smiled meekly and blushed. "Oops." She whispered.
Joyce called out to them again. "MUM! DAD! PLEASE ANSWER!" she shouted. Joyce stopped as she saw two people trying to climb up the beam she had slid down the wall. Joyce held to the ledge despite the scalding hot feeling and held out her hand.
Buffy grabbed the girl's hand and pulled herself up onto the ledge. "Who are you?" she asked. The girl shook her head and reached out for spike. "Come on please." the girl whimpered. Spike felt the beam slide out from under him just as he grabbed Joyce's hand. Joyce screamed as she fell forward from the weight.
But something pulled her back. Joyce looked to see Buffy holding her hand and pulling her up. "Dad! Hang on!" Joyce shouted to spike that was trying to hang on without hurting her. Buffy pulled them both up onto the window ledge and looked back down. The smoke swept up around them and Buffy gasped as Spike pulled her and the little girl into his arms and leapt down onto the crates.
Joyce screamed and pulled away quickly. Buffy held her head and coughed as the fresh air filled her lungs. "Spike explain to me how we got from rack's place here?" she asked. Spike shook his head. "Wait until we're with the witches to explain."
Joyce stumbled back and sat down. "Dad." She whispered. Spike turned to Joyce and brushed her hair from her eyes. "Yes? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Joyce looked down at the ground trying to concentrate. Spike felt his heart almost shatter as he saw her curls blow back from her neck and reveal the two puncture wounds.
Spike put his hand against them. "Who gave you these?" he asked with a frantic tone. Joyce looked back up at him wearily. "Dru… Drusilla did…" Spike whimpered as she fell limp into his arms. "Goldilocks?" he called. Spike lifted her chin and felt the fear rip through him. His daughter was passed out either from blood loss or oncoming death….
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TBC
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE MAILING LIST WHICH ALERTS YOU WHEN I ADD A CHAPTER PLEASE WRITE ME AT Madison@fastchart.com.
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Buffy held to spike as he leapt out of the way of another beam. Spike fell onto his side and Buffy looked up just as another crash racked through the building. She pulled spike up and over as a large piece of the roof fell down where they had been. Buffy coughed. "Spike. I cant breath!" Buffy fell to her knees and held her hand to her mouth.
Spike pulled her up by her arm and towards him. Buffy buried her face in his shirt and coughed again. "Spike? We're going to die aren't we?" she asked. Spike brushed her hair from her face and looked around for anything they could use to get out. "I think we are." He whispered. Anne sobbed onto him and he held her close.
"Spike I don't want to die!" she whimpered. Spike looked up as a support cracked and fell towards the floor. Spike dove out of the way and landed hard on the floor with buffy by him. "Looks like we either burn or get crushed." He shouted.
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Joyce took a deep breath and pushed Drusilla away. Drusilla growled low and stood again. The world swirled in front of Joyce as she tried to gain her balance. Drusilla put her arm in front of Joyce's face. She smelled the blood from the fresh cut and she gulped. "Drink child and I will save your daddy." Joyce looked at the cut again. "What will happen if I drink it?" she asked softly. Drusilla smiled evilly. "You become one of us." Joyce looked back down to the cut. "You mean I have vampire powers and I am a member of the undead club?" Drusilla nodded. "Come child. You want to be like your Dad don't you?"
Joyce closed her eyes and moved towards the cut. Drusilla laughed. "Drink the blood." She whispered. Joyce stopped quickly and opened her eyes. "No." she whispered with the same authority as her father. Drusilla frowned and tried to push Joyce back again but she leapt up and onto a crate. Drusilla growled in frustration. Joyce stumbled a little as she stood. The blood loss was going to knock her out if she didn't slow down. "Hey!" she shouted. "Want to turn me? You have to catch me!" Drusilla roared and jumped up onto the next crate. "Eep." Joyce whispered before running towards the building.
The crates creaked loudly as she ran along them with the Vampiress following close behind. For once Joyce was exceptionally glad she could run fast. Joyce stopped as she came to a break in the line where there was no crate. She jumped and landed on the next one that was about 17 feet away. "Wow!" she whispered but quickly ran again as she saw Drusilla leap through the air.
"Okay Joyce. What's the plan? Run the rest of your life?" she asked herself. Joyce ran until she got to the burning warehouse. "Okay Joyce. We need a plan come on a plan. A plan." She said to herself. Joyce looked down at the ground and smiled. "There we go." She whispered. Joyce gasped as Drusilla stepped into view and stood feet from her.
She was playing with Joyce. She was making her think nothing would happen and then bam she would be dead.
Drusilla smiled evilly. "Why would you not want to be with the undead?" she cooed. Joyce lowered the wooden shard she had found. Was Drusilla actually being nice? "Cause I don't want to be a smelly ugly evil witch like you." She answered coldly. Drusilla smiled. "Well if you don't want to then I wont make you." She cooed softly. Joyce nodded. "Thanks I guess."
Drusilla dove towards her and grabbed the shard of wood. "See little one? Being a vampire is a good thing." Joyce smiled evilly. "Not really. For one thing…you burn really easily." Drusilla howled in pain as Joyce grabbed a piece of wood that was on fire and threw it onto her. Drusilla fell back onto the ground as her dress set aflame. Joyce watched as the vampiress let out a cry and ran off into the night. "Wow again." she whispered.
Joyce shielded her face as a crash came from the building and fire flamed out. She knew her parents were in there. Whether they were alive she didn't know. Joyce looked frantically around for anything big and heavy she could throw. There was nothing around except for the crates and a large metal beam that had held up something once but not in a long time. Joyce ran to the beam and scanned over it to see if it would help.
"This thing must weigh a ton… 12 feet long and 6 inches wide it must weigh A LOT." She added to herself. Joyce shook these thoughts from her head and pulled on the beam and dropped it with a gasp. She had picked it up like it was a feather! Joyce picked it up again and rammed it hard against a window.
The window cracked slightly and Joyce slammed the beam against it again. The window shattered with the second hard blow and Joyce slid the beam down and into the building as a path of sorts. Joyce leapt up onto the sweltering hot window ledge and looked in. "MUM!! DAD!!" she called. The smoke swirled round her blocking the view.
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Anya stopped. "Joyce. She's in trouble. Michael stood quickly. "Well we need to help her!" he shouted. Anya shook her head. "No we cant. Your not strong enough for this." Michael slumped to the floor. "Then you help but please someone help!" he pleaded. Anya shook her head. "No. I am staying here with you. I will not leave you alone." Michael glared at her and stormed out of the room and down the stairs. Anya shook her head. "Kids." She whispered.
Michael grabbed his coat and opened the front door. "I know someone who will." He whispered. Michael headed off into the night towards the witches house. He was going to get someone to help.
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Buffy looked up as she heard the faint voice. "MUM!" the voice shouted. Buffy grabbed spike by the arm and looked for the source. The smoke billowed around them shielding them from any rescue efforts. Spike pointed up towards one of the top windows. Light was pouring in and a figure was outlined.
Buffy ran towards the window and stopped as a beam fell in front of her. Spike grabbed her by the waist and leapt over the beam. Buffy smiled meekly and blushed. "Oops." She whispered.
Joyce called out to them again. "MUM! DAD! PLEASE ANSWER!" she shouted. Joyce stopped as she saw two people trying to climb up the beam she had slid down the wall. Joyce held to the ledge despite the scalding hot feeling and held out her hand.
Buffy grabbed the girl's hand and pulled herself up onto the ledge. "Who are you?" she asked. The girl shook her head and reached out for spike. "Come on please." the girl whimpered. Spike felt the beam slide out from under him just as he grabbed Joyce's hand. Joyce screamed as she fell forward from the weight.
But something pulled her back. Joyce looked to see Buffy holding her hand and pulling her up. "Dad! Hang on!" Joyce shouted to spike that was trying to hang on without hurting her. Buffy pulled them both up onto the window ledge and looked back down. The smoke swept up around them and Buffy gasped as Spike pulled her and the little girl into his arms and leapt down onto the crates.
Joyce screamed and pulled away quickly. Buffy held her head and coughed as the fresh air filled her lungs. "Spike explain to me how we got from rack's place here?" she asked. Spike shook his head. "Wait until we're with the witches to explain."
Joyce stumbled back and sat down. "Dad." She whispered. Spike turned to Joyce and brushed her hair from her eyes. "Yes? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Joyce looked down at the ground trying to concentrate. Spike felt his heart almost shatter as he saw her curls blow back from her neck and reveal the two puncture wounds.
Spike put his hand against them. "Who gave you these?" he asked with a frantic tone. Joyce looked back up at him wearily. "Dru… Drusilla did…" Spike whimpered as she fell limp into his arms. "Goldilocks?" he called. Spike lifted her chin and felt the fear rip through him. His daughter was passed out either from blood loss or oncoming death….
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TBC