Chapter 5
The door opened with a creak, and the dim light from the oil lamp shone into the room. In the far back corner, another cage sat. It was closed still, but the beast inside was awake. He snarled low, and paced back and forth. His eyes shot to Buffy and Spike as they looked inward. His flesh was rotted half off his enormous frame. It hung in chunks to him, filling the air with the putrid stench of death.
Muscle was open to the air, and bone gleamed dully in the light. His eyes were huge open sockets, with eyes that were barely held into place. His nose was gone, leaving an empty nasel cavity in the center of his face. His arms hung down nearly to his knees, and the legs were huge, nearly as thick around as Spike's waist.
Buffy looked the monster over, not identifying what it was immediatly. She looked at Spike, and knew this wasn't good. There was no way she would outlive both these creatures, not without her powers. Shivering, she shut her eyes for a moment until she heard a definite clicking sound. It was the sound of the cage being opened.
Buffy's eyes widened as the monster pounced out of the cage, walking on all fours. Spike pushed Buffy out of the way, and started right in on the beast. He landed several well placed kicks before Buffy managed to join in. Her small form was able to lash out like normal, but she didn't have the power to pack a punch with it.
To the beast, her fighting was more annoying then damaging. It was like having a fly buzzing around his head. He mearly looked at her, and with the sweep of his massive hand, he brushed her aside, sending her flying in to the wall with a loud sickening thud.
Spike saw her go, but concentrated more on getting the beastie away from Buffy. Over the loud fighting, growling, and taunting, Spike yelled out to Buffy, "Get the hell out of here, Slayer!" He didn't take the time to see if she listened or not, but kept attacking. He saw on the floor near the cage several weapons, swords, maces, and clubs. He grabbed the sword, as he rolled in that direction to avoid being smashed into the ground.
The house was rumbling, shaking from the large man's fighting style. He took advantage of his large 7 foot frame, and used his massive feet to stomp down on the ground at his opponent. Buffy saw Spike lunge for something, and her eyes widened at the cache of weapons on the ground. Eyes lighting up, she worked her way to them, grabing a sword in one hand, and a mace in the other. Buffy looked up, and her eyes met ice blue ones.
With a growl, Spike threw himself back into the fight, ignoring the urge to throttle the silly little bint who didn't have enough sense to leave when offered the chance. Soon, however, Buffy's annoying attacks became more effective. With the weapons, she was able to cut away at his flesh even more.
What amazed both of them when they noticed, was that the beast didn't bleed, and that his flesh disinigrated as soon as it became dettached from him. Buffy continued to swing, slicing slowly away at his back, as Spike sliced at his front. His eyes lighting up, Spike called to Buffy, "Distract him, and get him to look away, lov, and we may yet win this round."
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The heat sensitive camera's that were taping the entire sequence picked up the sound from the room. Quinten Tavers sat watching the display with an eager eye. Buffy Summers had been the thorn in his bloody side for years, and he meant to do away with her. He had counted on Spike having a go at it.
He didn't count on Spike backing down, however. He watched as the two battled the Vy'real beast. The only way to kill one was to cut his head off, and it damn near looked like they may have figured that out.
Tavers was getting an odd feeling from the two of them. They were fighting together, which wasn't odd when facing a beast like this, but what was odd, was how well they fought together. Thier moves were perfectly aligned with each others.
In all the time the fight had been going on, never once had they gotten in each others way. It was almost as though they had done this before. He continued to watch as Buffy jumped from Spike's hands, and kicked the beast in the face.
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Kicking the monster in the face worked to get him distracted long enough for Spike to jump up, and slid his sword through the decaying tissue of his neck. Almost instantly, they were rewarded with a bright flame igniting him, and turning him to dust in front of them.
Breathing hard, Buffy sat on the floor among the piles of dust, and tried to slow her fastly beating heart. Her head was throbbing from where she landed against the wall, and she could feel small cuts and bruises along her body.
Spike looked down at her with a smug smirk. He had felt something fighting with her. They knew what each other was going to do, before it happened. It was almost like they were one. Bloody hell, could just be that we were enemies. Hell, I studied her, and she studied me.
Buffy finally looked up at Spike. After a moment, she quietly said, "Thank you."
Shrugging, he just nodded briefly. "No problem, slayer. So, you think that's everything? Or is there more?"
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Tavers started to laugh, and pushed another button at his small console.
The door opened with a creak, and the dim light from the oil lamp shone into the room. In the far back corner, another cage sat. It was closed still, but the beast inside was awake. He snarled low, and paced back and forth. His eyes shot to Buffy and Spike as they looked inward. His flesh was rotted half off his enormous frame. It hung in chunks to him, filling the air with the putrid stench of death.
Muscle was open to the air, and bone gleamed dully in the light. His eyes were huge open sockets, with eyes that were barely held into place. His nose was gone, leaving an empty nasel cavity in the center of his face. His arms hung down nearly to his knees, and the legs were huge, nearly as thick around as Spike's waist.
Buffy looked the monster over, not identifying what it was immediatly. She looked at Spike, and knew this wasn't good. There was no way she would outlive both these creatures, not without her powers. Shivering, she shut her eyes for a moment until she heard a definite clicking sound. It was the sound of the cage being opened.
Buffy's eyes widened as the monster pounced out of the cage, walking on all fours. Spike pushed Buffy out of the way, and started right in on the beast. He landed several well placed kicks before Buffy managed to join in. Her small form was able to lash out like normal, but she didn't have the power to pack a punch with it.
To the beast, her fighting was more annoying then damaging. It was like having a fly buzzing around his head. He mearly looked at her, and with the sweep of his massive hand, he brushed her aside, sending her flying in to the wall with a loud sickening thud.
Spike saw her go, but concentrated more on getting the beastie away from Buffy. Over the loud fighting, growling, and taunting, Spike yelled out to Buffy, "Get the hell out of here, Slayer!" He didn't take the time to see if she listened or not, but kept attacking. He saw on the floor near the cage several weapons, swords, maces, and clubs. He grabbed the sword, as he rolled in that direction to avoid being smashed into the ground.
The house was rumbling, shaking from the large man's fighting style. He took advantage of his large 7 foot frame, and used his massive feet to stomp down on the ground at his opponent. Buffy saw Spike lunge for something, and her eyes widened at the cache of weapons on the ground. Eyes lighting up, she worked her way to them, grabing a sword in one hand, and a mace in the other. Buffy looked up, and her eyes met ice blue ones.
With a growl, Spike threw himself back into the fight, ignoring the urge to throttle the silly little bint who didn't have enough sense to leave when offered the chance. Soon, however, Buffy's annoying attacks became more effective. With the weapons, she was able to cut away at his flesh even more.
What amazed both of them when they noticed, was that the beast didn't bleed, and that his flesh disinigrated as soon as it became dettached from him. Buffy continued to swing, slicing slowly away at his back, as Spike sliced at his front. His eyes lighting up, Spike called to Buffy, "Distract him, and get him to look away, lov, and we may yet win this round."
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The heat sensitive camera's that were taping the entire sequence picked up the sound from the room. Quinten Tavers sat watching the display with an eager eye. Buffy Summers had been the thorn in his bloody side for years, and he meant to do away with her. He had counted on Spike having a go at it.
He didn't count on Spike backing down, however. He watched as the two battled the Vy'real beast. The only way to kill one was to cut his head off, and it damn near looked like they may have figured that out.
Tavers was getting an odd feeling from the two of them. They were fighting together, which wasn't odd when facing a beast like this, but what was odd, was how well they fought together. Thier moves were perfectly aligned with each others.
In all the time the fight had been going on, never once had they gotten in each others way. It was almost as though they had done this before. He continued to watch as Buffy jumped from Spike's hands, and kicked the beast in the face.
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Kicking the monster in the face worked to get him distracted long enough for Spike to jump up, and slid his sword through the decaying tissue of his neck. Almost instantly, they were rewarded with a bright flame igniting him, and turning him to dust in front of them.
Breathing hard, Buffy sat on the floor among the piles of dust, and tried to slow her fastly beating heart. Her head was throbbing from where she landed against the wall, and she could feel small cuts and bruises along her body.
Spike looked down at her with a smug smirk. He had felt something fighting with her. They knew what each other was going to do, before it happened. It was almost like they were one. Bloody hell, could just be that we were enemies. Hell, I studied her, and she studied me.
Buffy finally looked up at Spike. After a moment, she quietly said, "Thank you."
Shrugging, he just nodded briefly. "No problem, slayer. So, you think that's everything? Or is there more?"
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Tavers started to laugh, and pushed another button at his small console.