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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Spike pulled Joyce into his arms and stood tall. "Buffy." He called. "We need to go." Buffy stared at the girl in his arms. "Spike? Is that Joyce?" she whispered. Spike turned and nodded. Buffy frowned and ran her hand along the scar on Joyce's cheek. "Drusilla bit our daughter." She hissed hatefully. Buffy looked back to Spike tearfully. "We need to get her to somebody."
Spike jumped down off the crate and walked towards the moonlit street. Buffy ran after him and stopped him quickly. "Wait… Spike where are you taking her?" she asked. Spike smiled weakly. "Listen I remember this place. The witches are just down the street about a block away and they can help her." Buffy stared at spike with a bewildered look. "Why…why can you remember this stuff?" Spike began to talk but stopped as he thought about it. "Ya know pet? I have no bloody idea." Buffy giggled at this and followed him quickly as he began to walk again.
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Michael knocked harshly on the door and waited for a response. Everything was quiet in the witch's house. Michael turned to leave but gasped as he saw the two women standing right behind him. "God What is wrong with you!" he shouted. Willow blushed and smiled meekly. "Sorry. We're just a little jumpy. One big bad's gone but the other big bad is still around. We're just staying on high alert."
Michael caught his breath and slowly looked into the witch's eyes. "Listen Joyce is in trouble. Please can you help her?" Tara looked frantically to Willow. Willow stared at Michael intently. Was he actually telling the truth? Michael stood strong and stared at her. Willow nodded. "He's telling the truth."
Tara held her hand out to Michael. "Follow us. We need to get weapons." Michael gulped and choked out. "Where will we get weapons at this hour?"
Willow was about to answer but stopped as someone called her name from the street. Tara turned and held her hand to her mouth as she saw Spike carrying a limp Joyce in his arms. And that wasn't all. Anne wasn't beside him. Buffy was.
Spike walked up to the steps and sighed. "Listen she got bitten. I don't know what's wrong right now." Willow took Joyce into her arms and stopped as she saw the women behind Spike. "Uh buffy?" she whispered. Spike nodded. "Ask Joyce when she wakes up."
Tara flicked her hand at the door and Michael gasped, as it swung open. Willow walked in followed closely by Tara, Spike, and Buffy. Michael was about to follow when the back of his shirt pulled him in reverse. Michael groaned in protest and turned to see Anya standing beside him with an aggravated look on her face. Michael blushed. "Uh hi."
Anya smirked and pulled him back closer to her. Michael struggled to get away. Dizziness swept over him and he stopped for a minute only to find himself staring around Joyce's room. "Hey!" he shouted. Anya sat down in front of the door and shook her head. "Read your comic books or whatever. I get to stay here. Like a prison guard." Michael slumped down to the floor and leaned back against the wall. He was worried about Joyce and her parents.
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Willow laid Joyce back onto the pillows and put her hand against the bite marks. "Okay you two. Who gave her these?" Spike growled low and clenched his fists. "Drusilla did."
Willow took the medicine from Tara and dabbed it against the bite. "Dear lord I hope she didn't drink any." Spike shrugged and held buffy who was beginning to cry softly. "We don't know if she drank any."
Joyce whimpered and turned away from the medicine. Willow looked to Tara who turned Joyce so that willow could continue with the medicine. Tara turned to Spike and frowned. "You both know that Drusilla's still here. Right?" Buffy pulled away from Spike and stared at Tara. "She's still alive?" Tara pointed to a map across the room and caught it with ease as it flew to her. Tara laid the map down and took off her necklace. The quartz shard shimmered in the moonlight as she turned it in lazy circles around the paper. A light flew from the paper and into the shard making it seem lit from within. The quartz slowed down and stopped quickly on the map. Buffy walked over and looked at the city. "She's in LA?" buffy choked. Tara nodded. "See this crystal follows the scent of her. It always finds the scent it's looking for." Spike growled again and pulled Buffy by the arm. "Listen witchie's… Take care of her. We're going to LA." Willow stopped and shook her head. "Spike are you kidding? She'll kick one of yours ass. She has minions all over and you know that!"
Spike frowned. "I do… but I'm gonna find out what she did to our daughter and punish her for it." Willow watched helplessly as Buffy and Spike left. Tara shook her head worriedly and frowned. "Another thing I shouldn't have mentioned." She whispered. Willow sighed sadly and continued cleaning the bite.
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Buffy followed Spike down the long moonlit streets. The maze called the town was getting confusing and Buffy was wondering where Spike was so anxious to get to. Buffy stopped as Spike walked up to a large building. IT looked like it used to be a school or something. There were windows lining the sides and a large gate opened into a courtyard. The courtyard's path was outlined by flower upon flower and buffy wondered what in the heck this place was. Spike opened the door from the courtyard and walked into the pitch-black building. Buffy stopped fearfully but followed in as the lights clicked on. All along the walls were weapon upon weapons. There were long swords and short swords and daggers and knifes. There were cross bows and bows and arrows. There were stakes and crosses.
Buffy stared in awe at the assortment. Spike smiled at her expression and chuckled. "This is where we work. We own a weapons gallery. Only historical weapons though."
Buffy smiled. "I think I could like working here." Spike smiled again and opened a trunk full of stakes. Buffy bit her lip to keep from laughing when Spike touched a cross and howled in pain. Spike sneered as he saw Buffy's amused expression. "This isn't bloody funny." He growled. Buffy shook her head while trying to hold the laughter in. "No. No you're right it's not funny." Buffy choked and then began to laugh. Spike rolled his eyes and threw her a bag of stakes. "You'll need that giggle box." Buffy held her side and stopped laughing. "But it was kind of funny admit it."
Spike picked up another bag of stakes and glared. "No. It wasn't funny. Getting bloody burned isn't a appropriate time for laughter."
Buffy looked at him skeptically and nodded. "Sure. I remember a certain time when you laughed because some vamp got a piece of me." She answered. Spike smirked, walked over, and snaked his arm around Buffy's waist pulling her closer. Buffy put her hands on his chest and smiled. Spike looked down at her lustfully. "That was before I knew what a loss it was to lose a girl like you." Buffy kissed him and smiled again. "Spike. Let's go kill the vamp bitch." Spike looked at Buffy again. "Well well… Did I actually hear a curse word come from you?" he teased. Buffy hit him in the ribs playfully and moved from his embrace. "Spike…" Spike nodded. "I know. There's a van behind the gallery. I'll need you to drive."
Buffy stared at him with a look of confusion. "Why?" she asked. Spike pointed out the window and buffy realized his point. The sky was turning a dull pink and orange was beginning to peek over the land. Buffy followed Spike towards the back and closed the door behind her as they went out into the alley. A dark black van awaited them. The van was brand new and it looked more like an armored truck then a transportation vehicle. There were no windows on the back and there was a wall closing the back off from the driver and passenger seats in the front. A small window was on the wall between the front seats so that the driver could talk to who ever was locked in the back.
Spike threw buffy the keys and climbed into the closed rear of the car. Buffy opened the driver's door and climbed in. "Very nice van." She said to herself. There was a global positioning system, CD player, Internet access, and the front part of the van could seat 5 people. Buffy shook these thoughts from her head and closed the door. Spike opened the window between the seats and smiled. "I don't think I can do this Spike." She whispered. "I never even really passed drivers Ed."
Spike leaned forward and pressed the GPS button. "LA." He said. The screen came to life making dots and lines as a map drew out. "Los Angeles is now 97 miles away." The GPS answered. Buffy started the car and followed the map out of the town. The GPS followed her every move and laid out the next.
Buffy smiled as she the bright sun rising into the sky. Spike was safe. Joyce would be okay. Willow and Tara were happily together. 'But what about yourself?' her mind asked. Buffy smiled wearily. "I don't know." She whispered. "I don't think I'll ever be sure about me."
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Drusilla smiled evilly and motioned to her minions. They growled lowly and moved towards the building. Vibes of good flew past them as they surrounded the building. Drusilla looked in the window at the warm setting.
"What a pretty sight." She hissed.
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Tara sat up quickly and looked to the window. A dark figure darted into the shadows. Willow stood quickly and looked up at the glass ceiling. Dark shapes ran from her sight. Willow sat down next to Tara and shivered. "Their vampires but the sun is rising really quick so they should scatter soon.
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Drusilla growled and pulled a minion back. "We must hide. The sun comes quickly. I will drain the child tomorrow or the next." She whispered. A minion moved towards the window but she growled again and snapped his neck. The remaining minions watched in horror as he burst into dust. "Now." She hissed.
Drusilla led the minions towards their hide out and turned as they walked past her. "Just wait little one. I will drain you. Maybe not tonight maybe not the next or the next. But I will." Drusilla purred contently, slipped in, and closed the door.
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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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Spike pulled Joyce into his arms and stood tall. "Buffy." He called. "We need to go." Buffy stared at the girl in his arms. "Spike? Is that Joyce?" she whispered. Spike turned and nodded. Buffy frowned and ran her hand along the scar on Joyce's cheek. "Drusilla bit our daughter." She hissed hatefully. Buffy looked back to Spike tearfully. "We need to get her to somebody."
Spike jumped down off the crate and walked towards the moonlit street. Buffy ran after him and stopped him quickly. "Wait… Spike where are you taking her?" she asked. Spike smiled weakly. "Listen I remember this place. The witches are just down the street about a block away and they can help her." Buffy stared at spike with a bewildered look. "Why…why can you remember this stuff?" Spike began to talk but stopped as he thought about it. "Ya know pet? I have no bloody idea." Buffy giggled at this and followed him quickly as he began to walk again.
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Michael knocked harshly on the door and waited for a response. Everything was quiet in the witch's house. Michael turned to leave but gasped as he saw the two women standing right behind him. "God What is wrong with you!" he shouted. Willow blushed and smiled meekly. "Sorry. We're just a little jumpy. One big bad's gone but the other big bad is still around. We're just staying on high alert."
Michael caught his breath and slowly looked into the witch's eyes. "Listen Joyce is in trouble. Please can you help her?" Tara looked frantically to Willow. Willow stared at Michael intently. Was he actually telling the truth? Michael stood strong and stared at her. Willow nodded. "He's telling the truth."
Tara held her hand out to Michael. "Follow us. We need to get weapons." Michael gulped and choked out. "Where will we get weapons at this hour?"
Willow was about to answer but stopped as someone called her name from the street. Tara turned and held her hand to her mouth as she saw Spike carrying a limp Joyce in his arms. And that wasn't all. Anne wasn't beside him. Buffy was.
Spike walked up to the steps and sighed. "Listen she got bitten. I don't know what's wrong right now." Willow took Joyce into her arms and stopped as she saw the women behind Spike. "Uh buffy?" she whispered. Spike nodded. "Ask Joyce when she wakes up."
Tara flicked her hand at the door and Michael gasped, as it swung open. Willow walked in followed closely by Tara, Spike, and Buffy. Michael was about to follow when the back of his shirt pulled him in reverse. Michael groaned in protest and turned to see Anya standing beside him with an aggravated look on her face. Michael blushed. "Uh hi."
Anya smirked and pulled him back closer to her. Michael struggled to get away. Dizziness swept over him and he stopped for a minute only to find himself staring around Joyce's room. "Hey!" he shouted. Anya sat down in front of the door and shook her head. "Read your comic books or whatever. I get to stay here. Like a prison guard." Michael slumped down to the floor and leaned back against the wall. He was worried about Joyce and her parents.
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Willow laid Joyce back onto the pillows and put her hand against the bite marks. "Okay you two. Who gave her these?" Spike growled low and clenched his fists. "Drusilla did."
Willow took the medicine from Tara and dabbed it against the bite. "Dear lord I hope she didn't drink any." Spike shrugged and held buffy who was beginning to cry softly. "We don't know if she drank any."
Joyce whimpered and turned away from the medicine. Willow looked to Tara who turned Joyce so that willow could continue with the medicine. Tara turned to Spike and frowned. "You both know that Drusilla's still here. Right?" Buffy pulled away from Spike and stared at Tara. "She's still alive?" Tara pointed to a map across the room and caught it with ease as it flew to her. Tara laid the map down and took off her necklace. The quartz shard shimmered in the moonlight as she turned it in lazy circles around the paper. A light flew from the paper and into the shard making it seem lit from within. The quartz slowed down and stopped quickly on the map. Buffy walked over and looked at the city. "She's in LA?" buffy choked. Tara nodded. "See this crystal follows the scent of her. It always finds the scent it's looking for." Spike growled again and pulled Buffy by the arm. "Listen witchie's… Take care of her. We're going to LA." Willow stopped and shook her head. "Spike are you kidding? She'll kick one of yours ass. She has minions all over and you know that!"
Spike frowned. "I do… but I'm gonna find out what she did to our daughter and punish her for it." Willow watched helplessly as Buffy and Spike left. Tara shook her head worriedly and frowned. "Another thing I shouldn't have mentioned." She whispered. Willow sighed sadly and continued cleaning the bite.
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Buffy followed Spike down the long moonlit streets. The maze called the town was getting confusing and Buffy was wondering where Spike was so anxious to get to. Buffy stopped as Spike walked up to a large building. IT looked like it used to be a school or something. There were windows lining the sides and a large gate opened into a courtyard. The courtyard's path was outlined by flower upon flower and buffy wondered what in the heck this place was. Spike opened the door from the courtyard and walked into the pitch-black building. Buffy stopped fearfully but followed in as the lights clicked on. All along the walls were weapon upon weapons. There were long swords and short swords and daggers and knifes. There were cross bows and bows and arrows. There were stakes and crosses.
Buffy stared in awe at the assortment. Spike smiled at her expression and chuckled. "This is where we work. We own a weapons gallery. Only historical weapons though."
Buffy smiled. "I think I could like working here." Spike smiled again and opened a trunk full of stakes. Buffy bit her lip to keep from laughing when Spike touched a cross and howled in pain. Spike sneered as he saw Buffy's amused expression. "This isn't bloody funny." He growled. Buffy shook her head while trying to hold the laughter in. "No. No you're right it's not funny." Buffy choked and then began to laugh. Spike rolled his eyes and threw her a bag of stakes. "You'll need that giggle box." Buffy held her side and stopped laughing. "But it was kind of funny admit it."
Spike picked up another bag of stakes and glared. "No. It wasn't funny. Getting bloody burned isn't a appropriate time for laughter."
Buffy looked at him skeptically and nodded. "Sure. I remember a certain time when you laughed because some vamp got a piece of me." She answered. Spike smirked, walked over, and snaked his arm around Buffy's waist pulling her closer. Buffy put her hands on his chest and smiled. Spike looked down at her lustfully. "That was before I knew what a loss it was to lose a girl like you." Buffy kissed him and smiled again. "Spike. Let's go kill the vamp bitch." Spike looked at Buffy again. "Well well… Did I actually hear a curse word come from you?" he teased. Buffy hit him in the ribs playfully and moved from his embrace. "Spike…" Spike nodded. "I know. There's a van behind the gallery. I'll need you to drive."
Buffy stared at him with a look of confusion. "Why?" she asked. Spike pointed out the window and buffy realized his point. The sky was turning a dull pink and orange was beginning to peek over the land. Buffy followed Spike towards the back and closed the door behind her as they went out into the alley. A dark black van awaited them. The van was brand new and it looked more like an armored truck then a transportation vehicle. There were no windows on the back and there was a wall closing the back off from the driver and passenger seats in the front. A small window was on the wall between the front seats so that the driver could talk to who ever was locked in the back.
Spike threw buffy the keys and climbed into the closed rear of the car. Buffy opened the driver's door and climbed in. "Very nice van." She said to herself. There was a global positioning system, CD player, Internet access, and the front part of the van could seat 5 people. Buffy shook these thoughts from her head and closed the door. Spike opened the window between the seats and smiled. "I don't think I can do this Spike." She whispered. "I never even really passed drivers Ed."
Spike leaned forward and pressed the GPS button. "LA." He said. The screen came to life making dots and lines as a map drew out. "Los Angeles is now 97 miles away." The GPS answered. Buffy started the car and followed the map out of the town. The GPS followed her every move and laid out the next.
Buffy smiled as she the bright sun rising into the sky. Spike was safe. Joyce would be okay. Willow and Tara were happily together. 'But what about yourself?' her mind asked. Buffy smiled wearily. "I don't know." She whispered. "I don't think I'll ever be sure about me."
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Drusilla smiled evilly and motioned to her minions. They growled lowly and moved towards the building. Vibes of good flew past them as they surrounded the building. Drusilla looked in the window at the warm setting.
"What a pretty sight." She hissed.
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Tara sat up quickly and looked to the window. A dark figure darted into the shadows. Willow stood quickly and looked up at the glass ceiling. Dark shapes ran from her sight. Willow sat down next to Tara and shivered. "Their vampires but the sun is rising really quick so they should scatter soon.
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Drusilla growled and pulled a minion back. "We must hide. The sun comes quickly. I will drain the child tomorrow or the next." She whispered. A minion moved towards the window but she growled again and snapped his neck. The remaining minions watched in horror as he burst into dust. "Now." She hissed.
Drusilla led the minions towards their hide out and turned as they walked past her. "Just wait little one. I will drain you. Maybe not tonight maybe not the next or the next. But I will." Drusilla purred contently, slipped in, and closed the door.
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TBC