Chapter 4
Buffy crept slowly up the stairs, her eyes watching for any trouble as she went. There were 6 doors all together. One on each end, and two on each side. The door on the far end was closed completly, but the other 5 were in varying stages of openness.
The door directly in front of her was partly open, while the other one on that wall was open all the way. The door at this end of the hall was just barely peeked open, as was one on the same wall as the stairs. The last one was open all the way as well.
Spike watched as she looked from one side to the other, trying to figure out where to go from here. She finally choose the partly open one across from them, and shoved it open. Entering slowly, she looked all around, and saw that it was a bedroom. The bed frame was rusted, and the mattress on it was rotted away, but it was still a bedroom.
On the far wall, there was a boarded over window, with a dresser under it. Buffy glanced around once more before crossing to the dresser. Lighting a ciggerette, Spike leaned against the door frame. He took a long drag as he watched her root through the dresser. Mostly, all she was dragging out was clothes that were in tatters.
Finally coming to the last one, Buffy held little hope for anything useful. She tugged the stuck drawer open, and saw something better then any thing else in the world. She saw a wooden frame, just perfect for making 4 stakes.
Quickly, she tugged the week wood apart. One splintered as she did, making it impossible to use. The other three sides she held up as though it were water in the desert. Turning towards Spike, she held them up as she slowly advanced towards him.
"What, got yourself a new toy, pet? Sorry, still ain't gonna fight you. You'll have to do better then that." With that, he turned and walked from the room, giving his back to her. Buffy's mouth gapped open for a moment as she stared at the empty doorway. After a moment, she gathered her wits, and stomped off after him.
Buffy found Spike in the room across the hall. It was a nursery from the looks of things. Ancient toys were stacked on wooden shelves. A small bassinet sat unrocked in one corner. It was dripping in old yellowed lace. Pale ribbons that might have once been pink decorated it. Inside, a small doll lay, untouched for years.
Spike was staring down at the doll, and sighing. Damn things, always bloody make him remember Dru. He was glad that silly bint was gone, he really was, but just cause things went bad, didn't mean they always were. No, course not, there were lots of good times to be had. Spike reached out and lightly touched the dolls face, before turning to see Buffy watching him, much as he watched her.
"What, see something you like, Slayer?" He slowly walked towards her, almost daring her to stake him. He hoped to the god he never prayed to that she wouldn't.
Buffy watched him for a moment, never once backing down. She looked up at him, and almost flinched, but didn't. "Just watching my enemy. Can't really be all that great for my health if I turn my back, can it?" He just laughed.
"You silly girl, already told you I wouldn't fight you. No fun in it to fight without the power and strength. Now, come on, more rooms to explore. Lots more to see and do." He sounded almost chipper, and way to much like a tour guide to comfort Buffy. She left the room, and they continued on to the next.
Opening the door, Buffy was suprised to see that the room was almost completly dust free. It had another bed in it, this one newer. Other then the bed, a quick look around proved nothing else was in the room. They shut the door, and crossed to the next one.
This one was dirty as hell, and bare. Dirt and dust accumulated through the years stained the walls and floor. They left that room rather quickly. Moving on to the room at the end of the hall, they both hesitated before entering. Looking in the room, they both realized with a start that they were not going to like what they find.
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More to come, I promise! Not sure how soon, because this one isn't just flowing from my fingers as I type like they normally do. Have to actually think about this one, how much hrader can that get! -insert whiney voice here-
*Thanks to all those who have left feedback, it helps. Thank you!
Buffy crept slowly up the stairs, her eyes watching for any trouble as she went. There were 6 doors all together. One on each end, and two on each side. The door on the far end was closed completly, but the other 5 were in varying stages of openness.
The door directly in front of her was partly open, while the other one on that wall was open all the way. The door at this end of the hall was just barely peeked open, as was one on the same wall as the stairs. The last one was open all the way as well.
Spike watched as she looked from one side to the other, trying to figure out where to go from here. She finally choose the partly open one across from them, and shoved it open. Entering slowly, she looked all around, and saw that it was a bedroom. The bed frame was rusted, and the mattress on it was rotted away, but it was still a bedroom.
On the far wall, there was a boarded over window, with a dresser under it. Buffy glanced around once more before crossing to the dresser. Lighting a ciggerette, Spike leaned against the door frame. He took a long drag as he watched her root through the dresser. Mostly, all she was dragging out was clothes that were in tatters.
Finally coming to the last one, Buffy held little hope for anything useful. She tugged the stuck drawer open, and saw something better then any thing else in the world. She saw a wooden frame, just perfect for making 4 stakes.
Quickly, she tugged the week wood apart. One splintered as she did, making it impossible to use. The other three sides she held up as though it were water in the desert. Turning towards Spike, she held them up as she slowly advanced towards him.
"What, got yourself a new toy, pet? Sorry, still ain't gonna fight you. You'll have to do better then that." With that, he turned and walked from the room, giving his back to her. Buffy's mouth gapped open for a moment as she stared at the empty doorway. After a moment, she gathered her wits, and stomped off after him.
Buffy found Spike in the room across the hall. It was a nursery from the looks of things. Ancient toys were stacked on wooden shelves. A small bassinet sat unrocked in one corner. It was dripping in old yellowed lace. Pale ribbons that might have once been pink decorated it. Inside, a small doll lay, untouched for years.
Spike was staring down at the doll, and sighing. Damn things, always bloody make him remember Dru. He was glad that silly bint was gone, he really was, but just cause things went bad, didn't mean they always were. No, course not, there were lots of good times to be had. Spike reached out and lightly touched the dolls face, before turning to see Buffy watching him, much as he watched her.
"What, see something you like, Slayer?" He slowly walked towards her, almost daring her to stake him. He hoped to the god he never prayed to that she wouldn't.
Buffy watched him for a moment, never once backing down. She looked up at him, and almost flinched, but didn't. "Just watching my enemy. Can't really be all that great for my health if I turn my back, can it?" He just laughed.
"You silly girl, already told you I wouldn't fight you. No fun in it to fight without the power and strength. Now, come on, more rooms to explore. Lots more to see and do." He sounded almost chipper, and way to much like a tour guide to comfort Buffy. She left the room, and they continued on to the next.
Opening the door, Buffy was suprised to see that the room was almost completly dust free. It had another bed in it, this one newer. Other then the bed, a quick look around proved nothing else was in the room. They shut the door, and crossed to the next one.
This one was dirty as hell, and bare. Dirt and dust accumulated through the years stained the walls and floor. They left that room rather quickly. Moving on to the room at the end of the hall, they both hesitated before entering. Looking in the room, they both realized with a start that they were not going to like what they find.
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More to come, I promise! Not sure how soon, because this one isn't just flowing from my fingers as I type like they normally do. Have to actually think about this one, how much hrader can that get! -insert whiney voice here-
*Thanks to all those who have left feedback, it helps. Thank you!