CHAPTER 4
"I came to suck you up, I came to shut you down
I came around to tear your little world apart"
-Garbage, "Vow"
"Angel, so nice to see you," Spike said, grinning. "You're just in time to watch the show."
"Spike," Drusilla sighed breathlessly, appearing from behind Angelus. They had obviously been out hunting together. "You're back."
"Yeah, baby. All better," he assured her, keeping his grip on the slayer's throat. "I brought some presents for you, too."
"Ooh!"
Drusilla giggled giddily and stepped in front of Xander and Willow. They had given up trying to escape - Their captors were much too strong - and simply stood there, watching the scene in front of them unfold. However, both were equally frightened when she pulled a golden dagger out of her boot.
"Such pretty hair. It looks like fire," Dru murmured to herself absently, sliding the blade under a lock of Willow's auburn tresses and wrapping the hair around it. "Can I have some?"
Willow gasped audibly as Drusilla sliced a short lock out of her long hair, and Buffy struggled to break free. Her attempts were futile as Spike's hand gripped tighter around her throat and she struggled for breath.
A low growl escaped Angelus' throat. "Let her go," he repeated, this time more seriously. He obviously wasn't enjoying Spike's so-called 'presents.' Or at least one of them.
"Or what? You'll kill me?" Spike asked him, laughing. "No, wait. You already did."
"I'll do it again if I have to," Angelus replied coolly, his face deadpan.
"No you won't," his protégé told him. "I've got your girlfriend, and you wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen to her, would you, Angel? That's the problem with you. You care too much about her. Why couldn't you just kill her!?"
Angelus was silent. He wasn't aware his feelings had been so obvious. Spike must have been planning this for a long time.
"That's what I thought. Oh well, looks like I'll have to do it. They do say three is the luckiest number."
Buffy took a deep breath and shut her eyes, oblivious to what was going on around her. Spike was obviously taunting Angel, and she didn't believe a word of it. Angel just wanted to kill her himself. That was probably it. All she knew was she was trapped and had given up hope.
Angelus had finally gotten his wish. She was tired of fighting. Everything she had accomplished seemed to only lead up to something more difficult. She just couldn't take it anymore.
She knew it was every slayer's fate to die young. She just wished that she'd had a little more time. She was seventeen! Normal teenagers would have their whole lives ahead of them. Suddenly, she began to do something she thought she never would: pray.
'God, please watch over my parents, Giles, and Willow and Xander. Keep them safe, and protect the next slayer to come after me. She's going to need it...'
Her eyes were closed so tightly that she never noticed the plan Angelus was concocting in front of her. Just as Spike was about to bite into her neck, he called out, "Spike, maybe I do care."
Buffy's eyes flew open at this. What?
"What?" Xander asked, astounded as he looked at Willow. She returned his glance with a timid one of her own. How should she know anything about vampire emotions?
"But you do, too." And with a fluid motion of his arms, Angelus had Drusilla in front of him and the dagger at her throat.
Spike let out a deep throated growl. Angelus knew Drusilla was his weak spot. He wouldn't let anything happen to her now that she was fully restored. He would die for her.
'Okay, what happens now?' Xander wondered, watching intently...
"I came to suck you up, I came to shut you down
I came around to tear your little world apart"
-Garbage, "Vow"
"Angel, so nice to see you," Spike said, grinning. "You're just in time to watch the show."
"Spike," Drusilla sighed breathlessly, appearing from behind Angelus. They had obviously been out hunting together. "You're back."
"Yeah, baby. All better," he assured her, keeping his grip on the slayer's throat. "I brought some presents for you, too."
"Ooh!"
Drusilla giggled giddily and stepped in front of Xander and Willow. They had given up trying to escape - Their captors were much too strong - and simply stood there, watching the scene in front of them unfold. However, both were equally frightened when she pulled a golden dagger out of her boot.
"Such pretty hair. It looks like fire," Dru murmured to herself absently, sliding the blade under a lock of Willow's auburn tresses and wrapping the hair around it. "Can I have some?"
Willow gasped audibly as Drusilla sliced a short lock out of her long hair, and Buffy struggled to break free. Her attempts were futile as Spike's hand gripped tighter around her throat and she struggled for breath.
A low growl escaped Angelus' throat. "Let her go," he repeated, this time more seriously. He obviously wasn't enjoying Spike's so-called 'presents.' Or at least one of them.
"Or what? You'll kill me?" Spike asked him, laughing. "No, wait. You already did."
"I'll do it again if I have to," Angelus replied coolly, his face deadpan.
"No you won't," his protégé told him. "I've got your girlfriend, and you wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen to her, would you, Angel? That's the problem with you. You care too much about her. Why couldn't you just kill her!?"
Angelus was silent. He wasn't aware his feelings had been so obvious. Spike must have been planning this for a long time.
"That's what I thought. Oh well, looks like I'll have to do it. They do say three is the luckiest number."
Buffy took a deep breath and shut her eyes, oblivious to what was going on around her. Spike was obviously taunting Angel, and she didn't believe a word of it. Angel just wanted to kill her himself. That was probably it. All she knew was she was trapped and had given up hope.
Angelus had finally gotten his wish. She was tired of fighting. Everything she had accomplished seemed to only lead up to something more difficult. She just couldn't take it anymore.
She knew it was every slayer's fate to die young. She just wished that she'd had a little more time. She was seventeen! Normal teenagers would have their whole lives ahead of them. Suddenly, she began to do something she thought she never would: pray.
'God, please watch over my parents, Giles, and Willow and Xander. Keep them safe, and protect the next slayer to come after me. She's going to need it...'
Her eyes were closed so tightly that she never noticed the plan Angelus was concocting in front of her. Just as Spike was about to bite into her neck, he called out, "Spike, maybe I do care."
Buffy's eyes flew open at this. What?
"What?" Xander asked, astounded as he looked at Willow. She returned his glance with a timid one of her own. How should she know anything about vampire emotions?
"But you do, too." And with a fluid motion of his arms, Angelus had Drusilla in front of him and the dagger at her throat.
Spike let out a deep throated growl. Angelus knew Drusilla was his weak spot. He wouldn't let anything happen to her now that she was fully restored. He would die for her.
'Okay, what happens now?' Xander wondered, watching intently...