Chapter 9
Spike held Buffy gently in his arms. He had a few ideas, but nothing he could confirm. She wouldn't wake up, and it was scaring the shit out of him. He had a feeling it was a stalker. They could mess with minds, both in dream worlds, and in reality. It was more likely to get a firm grip in the dream world, however.
Spike blinked. Wait, he thought. She had a strange dream. A nightmare. He stopped thinking for a moment, and looked down at her. Buffy's eyes were wide open, staring out at nothing.
Spike laid her down, and tried to think. He couldn't remember all of the stuff about stalkers, but he knew there was a fairly easy way to get them to leave the host body. He paced back and forth, looking down at her still form now and then.
Buffy could feel something, though it was on the edge of her grasp. She could sense it, but when she turned to look, it was gone. Everything she felt, saw, and heard, she sensed only with her mind. She could see Spike, but she couldn't get him to hear her.
She knew how to get out of this trance, but she couldn't do it alone. She needed Spike to do it for her. She watched lifelessly as he paced back and forth, stopping now and then to stare down at her.
Spike stopped pacing for a moment. He could recall most of what he had heard about stalkers now, and he knew they needed to be able to breath to stay in a host. Spike frowned, though. That didn't really help him, because Buffy also needed to be able to breath to live.
That was the only way he could recall, though, and the more he thought about the stalker, the more he realized it was the only way. He sat down and looked at Buffy.
Buffy knew the instant he came to the same realization, as she had already known. His eyes settled on her, and she knew that he was trying to come up with a different way. There wasn't one, though, that much she knew from one of the many study sessions with Giles.
She knew it wouldn't take long, stalkers needed air more frequently then humans did, so she could withstand the suffocation, but did Spike know that? From what she could see of him, she didn't think he did.
Spike leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He then placed a hand over her mouth and nose, and squeezed gently. He didn't know what to expect, but he had a feeling he would see it when it left her. Apart from that, he wasn't sure how he would deal with killing it.
Buffy felt the stalker starting to struggle for air as she felt it growing darker. The air was becoming a burning pain in her chest, and she ached to open her mouth and suck in fresh gulps of chilly winter air. Her vision clouded, and finally blackened out.
Spike watched as Buffy's eyes lost the glassy trance like surface, and close. Just after her eyes closed, he saw her body shake tremendously, then a fine white mist rose up, shooting out of her at a great speed. As soon as it left, Spike moved his hand, and he felt Buffy's body lurch as she sucked in the air.
He stood and watched the stalker move above them, and every once in a while he could make out a face in the shifting mist. It hovered, then would come lower, and stare at Spike.
It couldn't go into Spike, that much he knew. It was the same deal. It needed to breath, and vampires didn't. Not concerned with Buffy for the moment, Spike followed the stalker with his eyes, then slowly raised the sword up, and pointed it straight at the mist.
Buffy started to cough as the cool air filled her burning lungs. She sat up, and finally the coughing subsided.
"The eye." she croaked out.
Spike didn't turn, but replied while watching the mist. "The eye, luv?"
"Get his eye. you have to send the sword through his eye." Her voice was still rough, and weak from the lack of air, and burning throat and lungs. Spike caught her drift, and started to point the sword straight up at it. He followed it, watching the faces as they appeared. He started to spear up, just as it would dissipate.
The stalker moved quickly, making his face fade as quickly as it would come. Unfortunately, he had to show his face. He couldn't go more then a few seconds with it hidden, or it would come forward on it's own. He watched where Spike was aiming, and tried to make it appear farther away from it.
Spike watched, and started to understand what the stalker was doing. Finally, just as the stalker's low rumbling laugh filled the air, Spike pulled his sword back at the last second, and buried it deep in the eye.
Buffy watched from her spot on the ground as the mist fell to the ground, taking on a humanoid form. His mouth was open in a howl of pain as he sank to his knees, and then lay back. His body softly turned to a fine white powdery dust that blew away as soon as it settled.
Spike turned towards Buffy, and smiled. "Bout time, luv. Didn't fancy having you turned into a stalker on me."
Buffy smiled, and looked at Spike. "Thank you, Spike. You could have easily killed me."
"What did I tell you about that, pet? Don't fancy killing a helpless girl. I like a challenge in my kills."
Buffy laughed a bit, but started coughing quickly from the burning sensation in her throat. She looked over at him, and noticed her belly starting to rumble. They had been here at least a day, maybe a bit longer, and neither had eaten.
Travers sat at his desk, his eyes narrowed. That damn girl was going to win at this rate.
***Let me know if you like it so far. I had never intended for it to go this far, but what the hell. ;)
Spike held Buffy gently in his arms. He had a few ideas, but nothing he could confirm. She wouldn't wake up, and it was scaring the shit out of him. He had a feeling it was a stalker. They could mess with minds, both in dream worlds, and in reality. It was more likely to get a firm grip in the dream world, however.
Spike blinked. Wait, he thought. She had a strange dream. A nightmare. He stopped thinking for a moment, and looked down at her. Buffy's eyes were wide open, staring out at nothing.
Spike laid her down, and tried to think. He couldn't remember all of the stuff about stalkers, but he knew there was a fairly easy way to get them to leave the host body. He paced back and forth, looking down at her still form now and then.
Buffy could feel something, though it was on the edge of her grasp. She could sense it, but when she turned to look, it was gone. Everything she felt, saw, and heard, she sensed only with her mind. She could see Spike, but she couldn't get him to hear her.
She knew how to get out of this trance, but she couldn't do it alone. She needed Spike to do it for her. She watched lifelessly as he paced back and forth, stopping now and then to stare down at her.
Spike stopped pacing for a moment. He could recall most of what he had heard about stalkers now, and he knew they needed to be able to breath to stay in a host. Spike frowned, though. That didn't really help him, because Buffy also needed to be able to breath to live.
That was the only way he could recall, though, and the more he thought about the stalker, the more he realized it was the only way. He sat down and looked at Buffy.
Buffy knew the instant he came to the same realization, as she had already known. His eyes settled on her, and she knew that he was trying to come up with a different way. There wasn't one, though, that much she knew from one of the many study sessions with Giles.
She knew it wouldn't take long, stalkers needed air more frequently then humans did, so she could withstand the suffocation, but did Spike know that? From what she could see of him, she didn't think he did.
Spike leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He then placed a hand over her mouth and nose, and squeezed gently. He didn't know what to expect, but he had a feeling he would see it when it left her. Apart from that, he wasn't sure how he would deal with killing it.
Buffy felt the stalker starting to struggle for air as she felt it growing darker. The air was becoming a burning pain in her chest, and she ached to open her mouth and suck in fresh gulps of chilly winter air. Her vision clouded, and finally blackened out.
Spike watched as Buffy's eyes lost the glassy trance like surface, and close. Just after her eyes closed, he saw her body shake tremendously, then a fine white mist rose up, shooting out of her at a great speed. As soon as it left, Spike moved his hand, and he felt Buffy's body lurch as she sucked in the air.
He stood and watched the stalker move above them, and every once in a while he could make out a face in the shifting mist. It hovered, then would come lower, and stare at Spike.
It couldn't go into Spike, that much he knew. It was the same deal. It needed to breath, and vampires didn't. Not concerned with Buffy for the moment, Spike followed the stalker with his eyes, then slowly raised the sword up, and pointed it straight at the mist.
Buffy started to cough as the cool air filled her burning lungs. She sat up, and finally the coughing subsided.
"The eye." she croaked out.
Spike didn't turn, but replied while watching the mist. "The eye, luv?"
"Get his eye. you have to send the sword through his eye." Her voice was still rough, and weak from the lack of air, and burning throat and lungs. Spike caught her drift, and started to point the sword straight up at it. He followed it, watching the faces as they appeared. He started to spear up, just as it would dissipate.
The stalker moved quickly, making his face fade as quickly as it would come. Unfortunately, he had to show his face. He couldn't go more then a few seconds with it hidden, or it would come forward on it's own. He watched where Spike was aiming, and tried to make it appear farther away from it.
Spike watched, and started to understand what the stalker was doing. Finally, just as the stalker's low rumbling laugh filled the air, Spike pulled his sword back at the last second, and buried it deep in the eye.
Buffy watched from her spot on the ground as the mist fell to the ground, taking on a humanoid form. His mouth was open in a howl of pain as he sank to his knees, and then lay back. His body softly turned to a fine white powdery dust that blew away as soon as it settled.
Spike turned towards Buffy, and smiled. "Bout time, luv. Didn't fancy having you turned into a stalker on me."
Buffy smiled, and looked at Spike. "Thank you, Spike. You could have easily killed me."
"What did I tell you about that, pet? Don't fancy killing a helpless girl. I like a challenge in my kills."
Buffy laughed a bit, but started coughing quickly from the burning sensation in her throat. She looked over at him, and noticed her belly starting to rumble. They had been here at least a day, maybe a bit longer, and neither had eaten.
Travers sat at his desk, his eyes narrowed. That damn girl was going to win at this rate.
***Let me know if you like it so far. I had never intended for it to go this far, but what the hell. ;)