Lying In the Garden Sleeping: Part 3
By Vixen
Disclaimer: Please don't sue, because all I have are my signed copies of Common Rotation and Voltaire cds, and if you try to take either of those there will be hell to pay!
If Buffy thought she didn't want Spike there before, now his presence was like a knife through her heart. If he was there then is meant that everything had really happened; she had allowed for that demon, that monster to tear apart her friends, to massacre them as they lay helplessly bound on the cold basement cement. They had been her friends, her one true family, the only ones who had been able to cope with her slayer lineage. When she had first become the slayer the Scoobies had supported her while the rest of the world assumed she was just a freak, a random outcast. If it hadn't been for them, she would have died, but now their deaths were on her hands. The dream meant sense now, but how she wished it didn't.
Because Buffy couldn't deal with her life, she had created a new one. Though now, it felt like the walls inside her self-built prison were closing in on her.
Breaking away from the embrace Spike still held her in, she staggered away, and stood frozen. How could she have just allowed for this to happen? Or did it even really happen? The doctors had said that her "mind traps" might reemerge someday, to try to pull her into their world.
"It didn't happen. It didn't!" Holding her shoulders, she tried to sooth the pain that threatened to break her.
Slowly and calmly, Spike rose to meet her, standing only a few feet away. "Buffy…"
"Don't! You're lying!" Wiping a few tears away from her eyes, Buffy stepped back, away from the origin of all her pain. If he weren't here, then none of this would be happening. She could have continued to live in her little world of ignorance, unaware of the disaster she had caused. But it wasn't him anymore, the pain, the guilt; it came from somewhere deep inside.
Turning away from him, she attempted to rush off to her bedroom, but he grabbed her wrist, a bit too rough, "We have to talk about this, Buffy. You can't just…"
"Let me go!" She cried.
Unaware he had grabbed her so roughly, Spike at once let go. "I'm sorry… but, Buffy.."
Taking that opportunity to run off into her bedroom, Buffy slammed the door shut behind her. Spike came after her, but as he tried to open the door he found that it was locked.
"Buffy! Open up!"
"No, go away," She slid to the floor, leaning against the door as he continued to pound on it. Holding her head in her hands, she cried, "Just go away."
"Buffy," The vampire hollered from the other side of the door, "Please, luv, open the door."
Glancing around the room, she looked for a way to escape. Unfortunately the only window in the room was too small for her to get through, plus her apartment was a few stories up in the air. Tears fell like rapids, as she listened to her name being called over and over, why wouldn't he just go away.
Rising to her feet, she walked into the bathroom. A little dazed, she mumbled, "I need to make you go away." Opening the door to the cabinet above the sink, her hand reached for the bottle of pills the doctor had given her, the medicine that were supposed to alleviate her delusions. Marked on the bottom of the bottle were the words she had chosen to ignore as she poured out a handful, 'Take one, three times a day.'
One by one, she shoved them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing. One, two, three, four, by the fifth one she had lost count. "You're not here," She said and gulped another one down, "You're not real!"
"Buffy!!" Faintly she heard her name being called from far away. The voice seemed worried about something, but she was too sleepy to care.
"You're not real!" Dizzily she swallowed another pill. "You're not…" The sound of her body hitting the bathroom floor resonated through the apartment, just as the bedroom door collapsed, kicked in by Spike's foot.
"Buffy?" Hastily, Spike rushed to the source of the noise, only to find the slayer passed out, still with the bottle of pills in her hand, only now it was empty. "Bloody hell. Slayer? Buffy?" Taking one of her wrists, he delicately tried to pinpoint a pulse. It was there, but it was erratic. He let the hand fall lightly to the ground, not for the first time wishing that he were human. He could have done CPR and possibly revived her, but now the only chance was to get her to a hospital, and quickly.
Gently, Spike cradled Buffy in his arms, carrying out the front door. As the vampire hurried to the streets to try to hail a taxi, a girl with black hair came running up to him. She almost looked like Faith, but that was impossible.
"Buffy!" She shrieked, and looked up to Spike, "What happened?"
Still trying to hail a taxi, he looked annoyed at the girl, "Apparently she had some difficulty following the doctors instructions. That and she had a nasty fall."
"And who are you?"
"Just call me the barer of bad tidings."
The girl nodded realizing it didn't matter, because they needed to get Buffy to a doctor, "I'm a friend of Buffy's. You can call me Macy." Suddenly, the girl stepped into the first lane of the city street. The approaching car stopped, screeching on its brakes.
Angrily, the owner rolled down the window, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Macy rushed over to car, "We need a ride, and we need a ride now. So either you kindly take us and our friend over to St. Mercy's Hospital, or we will eject you from the driver's seat and hijack your car. Your choice."
The driver looked over to Buffy, still passed out in Spike's arms, and realized it was an emergency, "Get in."
"Nice friends," Spike muttered, grinning to the unconscious Buffy. It only took a moment to get everyone into the backseat of the car, quickly after that the driver sped through traffic, dodging through a few red lights and just narrowly missing a oncoming truck.
Spike, though, was too preoccupied with Buffy, as she laid leaning against his chest. "You're going to be okay, luv. I promise," but still he wasn't sure if it was a promise he would be able to keep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
By Vixen
Disclaimer: Please don't sue, because all I have are my signed copies of Common Rotation and Voltaire cds, and if you try to take either of those there will be hell to pay!
If Buffy thought she didn't want Spike there before, now his presence was like a knife through her heart. If he was there then is meant that everything had really happened; she had allowed for that demon, that monster to tear apart her friends, to massacre them as they lay helplessly bound on the cold basement cement. They had been her friends, her one true family, the only ones who had been able to cope with her slayer lineage. When she had first become the slayer the Scoobies had supported her while the rest of the world assumed she was just a freak, a random outcast. If it hadn't been for them, she would have died, but now their deaths were on her hands. The dream meant sense now, but how she wished it didn't.
Because Buffy couldn't deal with her life, she had created a new one. Though now, it felt like the walls inside her self-built prison were closing in on her.
Breaking away from the embrace Spike still held her in, she staggered away, and stood frozen. How could she have just allowed for this to happen? Or did it even really happen? The doctors had said that her "mind traps" might reemerge someday, to try to pull her into their world.
"It didn't happen. It didn't!" Holding her shoulders, she tried to sooth the pain that threatened to break her.
Slowly and calmly, Spike rose to meet her, standing only a few feet away. "Buffy…"
"Don't! You're lying!" Wiping a few tears away from her eyes, Buffy stepped back, away from the origin of all her pain. If he weren't here, then none of this would be happening. She could have continued to live in her little world of ignorance, unaware of the disaster she had caused. But it wasn't him anymore, the pain, the guilt; it came from somewhere deep inside.
Turning away from him, she attempted to rush off to her bedroom, but he grabbed her wrist, a bit too rough, "We have to talk about this, Buffy. You can't just…"
"Let me go!" She cried.
Unaware he had grabbed her so roughly, Spike at once let go. "I'm sorry… but, Buffy.."
Taking that opportunity to run off into her bedroom, Buffy slammed the door shut behind her. Spike came after her, but as he tried to open the door he found that it was locked.
"Buffy! Open up!"
"No, go away," She slid to the floor, leaning against the door as he continued to pound on it. Holding her head in her hands, she cried, "Just go away."
"Buffy," The vampire hollered from the other side of the door, "Please, luv, open the door."
Glancing around the room, she looked for a way to escape. Unfortunately the only window in the room was too small for her to get through, plus her apartment was a few stories up in the air. Tears fell like rapids, as she listened to her name being called over and over, why wouldn't he just go away.
Rising to her feet, she walked into the bathroom. A little dazed, she mumbled, "I need to make you go away." Opening the door to the cabinet above the sink, her hand reached for the bottle of pills the doctor had given her, the medicine that were supposed to alleviate her delusions. Marked on the bottom of the bottle were the words she had chosen to ignore as she poured out a handful, 'Take one, three times a day.'
One by one, she shoved them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing. One, two, three, four, by the fifth one she had lost count. "You're not here," She said and gulped another one down, "You're not real!"
"Buffy!!" Faintly she heard her name being called from far away. The voice seemed worried about something, but she was too sleepy to care.
"You're not real!" Dizzily she swallowed another pill. "You're not…" The sound of her body hitting the bathroom floor resonated through the apartment, just as the bedroom door collapsed, kicked in by Spike's foot.
"Buffy?" Hastily, Spike rushed to the source of the noise, only to find the slayer passed out, still with the bottle of pills in her hand, only now it was empty. "Bloody hell. Slayer? Buffy?" Taking one of her wrists, he delicately tried to pinpoint a pulse. It was there, but it was erratic. He let the hand fall lightly to the ground, not for the first time wishing that he were human. He could have done CPR and possibly revived her, but now the only chance was to get her to a hospital, and quickly.
Gently, Spike cradled Buffy in his arms, carrying out the front door. As the vampire hurried to the streets to try to hail a taxi, a girl with black hair came running up to him. She almost looked like Faith, but that was impossible.
"Buffy!" She shrieked, and looked up to Spike, "What happened?"
Still trying to hail a taxi, he looked annoyed at the girl, "Apparently she had some difficulty following the doctors instructions. That and she had a nasty fall."
"And who are you?"
"Just call me the barer of bad tidings."
The girl nodded realizing it didn't matter, because they needed to get Buffy to a doctor, "I'm a friend of Buffy's. You can call me Macy." Suddenly, the girl stepped into the first lane of the city street. The approaching car stopped, screeching on its brakes.
Angrily, the owner rolled down the window, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Macy rushed over to car, "We need a ride, and we need a ride now. So either you kindly take us and our friend over to St. Mercy's Hospital, or we will eject you from the driver's seat and hijack your car. Your choice."
The driver looked over to Buffy, still passed out in Spike's arms, and realized it was an emergency, "Get in."
"Nice friends," Spike muttered, grinning to the unconscious Buffy. It only took a moment to get everyone into the backseat of the car, quickly after that the driver sped through traffic, dodging through a few red lights and just narrowly missing a oncoming truck.
Spike, though, was too preoccupied with Buffy, as she laid leaning against his chest. "You're going to be okay, luv. I promise," but still he wasn't sure if it was a promise he would be able to keep.
TO BE CONTINUED…