*Author's Note:* Ack! This took a while to get up, but tons of stuff
stopped this from getting updated. But I'm back on it now. Not that
anyone's even reading this but oh well. On another note anyone watch the
last episode of Buffy? If you didn't why are you reading this? I liked
Molly . . . they always kill the ones I like.
Chapter 6: Goodbye Spike and Angel **************************************************************************** ****************
The plan came to fruition a few days later, when Spike abruptly kidnapped her from the library at school, when everyone else had already left to go home. Unnecessarily he was of course a little more brutal then he HAD to be.
"Spike . . . " Amara whispered under her breath, breathing a little heavily from the bruises on her ribs.
"Yes pet?" Spike grinned, carrying her back to the lair over his shoulder.
"When this is all said and done, I suggest you leave town. Because I think I MIGHT just kill you for the hurt I'm in now. There was no need to kick so hard." Amara whimpered slightly as he jostled her deliberately to hurt her more.
"Of course there was pet. Angelus would expect me to hurt you somewhat. He thinks I hate you. You should be thankful I didn't take a little blood for the trouble. We needed a few bruises to be convincing." Getting closer to the mansion Spike got into his wheelchair that he had stowed nearby and made Amara sit in his lap. "Now pretend to be unconscious or something."
"Still I'd consider a new address . . . " Amara quieted down, though on the inside she was a little worried about how this was going to play out. From the library Spike had already called Buffy and "threatened" her and everything, in a somewhat convincing way, so as far as that went Amara knew Buffy and the rest of them were ready. She was just worried about what Angelus would do to her.
Being face to face with Angelus was certainly a surreal experience. It's incredibly hard to face a being so evil and see inside of it a friend. The fear that was on her face was real. Amara had her plan and all, but she was still frightened about what would happen. In actuality she didn't know what was going to happen in this situation since she got herself involved, and that always changed how things went. Spike was no comfort in this situation, since immediately after bringing her to Angelus he had pranced off to Drusilla (or in his case had rolled off, but as close to prancing as one could do in a wheelchair). His choice in women really wasn't that great.
"Now Amara . . . " Angelus entered the room, dressed all in black, but then that wasn't much of a change. At first look you might not have noticed the change in him, but looking into his eyes it was hard to miss the evil that reigned there. The sadness he had always held in his eyes before was gone, replaced but an arrogant attitude, and cruelty. It was a hard thing to accept.
Angelus stopped in front of the chair Amara was slouched in, bruises covering one side of her face and parts of her arms that he could see. He looked her up and down carefully. The bruises didn't seem as bad as Spike normally would have done. When Spike kidnapped someone they were normally almost dead, this girl was just slightly bruised. Not that it mattered if this was staged, or a trap, since Angelus had the ace in the hole.
"Well Amara . . . it was so nice of you to drop by and come see me. Missed our little chats."
Amara snorted and sat up straight in the chair, grinning at Angelus. "Well you know. I was in the neighborhood, saw the sign . . . dropped in . . . maybe have a cuppa?" Unlike Spike who would get angry at such remarks, Angelus just found the girl's spirit refreshing, as opposed to all the other humans who groveled, this was why she was fun to play with, just like Buffy.
"Cute as usual. I'm glad you're taking this situation so well with your natural aplomb. I'd hate to see you grovel . . . " Angelus pulled up a chair and sat down. "Now you need to tell me exactly what you know is going to happen so I can just circumvent it. That okay with you?"
Laughing, Amara shook her head. "We've had this conversation before Angelus. I hadn't realized you were so old senility was kicking in . . . Imagine forgetting things."
Getting angry, Angelus brought his hand across Amara's face hard, leaving a trickle of blood coming from her nose. "Your humour isn't going to get you anywhere in this situation."
"Well . . . " Shaking her head to focus again, Amara shrugged through the pain "I'd hate to disappoint you Peaches . . . " Using Spike's little nickname for Angelus worked well enough and he jumped up quickly, knocking over the chair he was in.
"You're expecting me to beat you, torture you?" Angelus shook his head. "No . . . I'm good at it, but I have other things to deal with . . . namely a slayer. Drusilla will handle you I think; quite well . . . she LOVES to play her games . . ." He then turned and left the room.
"Marvelous . . . Now I get whacked out Drusilla . . . " Slouching back into her chair, Amara winced feeling a bruise in her side.
A little while later Drusilla came in alone, smiling in the way you knew she was completely insane. "Been given a little pet to play with . . . how happy . . . " She clapped her hands, giggling.
"Drusilla . . . " Amara swallowed hard and tried to grin. "Nice to see you . . . How's Spike . . . ? " She had hoped Spike would be around; maybe take Drusilla away like he had planned.
Immediately Drusilla's face got serious and she looked lucid for a moment. "Spike? You wanna know where my Spike is? He's too important to you. I know what you've gone and done. The future is messed up all because of you . . . " Peering forward Drusilla smiled. "I can't see you. You're all misty." Looking away she giggled, back to the things only she could see. "Misty . . . You do so much for someone who's not even here. You'll be gone when it's all done. You'll see."
Amara blinked, confused. Did Drusilla know that her and Spike had conspired together, was that what she was getting at. What was all that about not even being here . . . " Drusilla what are you . . . " She was cut off by Drusilla's hand over her mouth.
"Shh . . . No talking little misty pet . . . I have a lot planned for you. I do love to play with my pets . . . "
Wincing, Amara realized she was in a little more trouble then she thought. **************************************************************************** ****************
What seemed against his own will, Spike left the hideout and headed off to find someone who might be able to help out a mere mortal human. Angelus had come to find Drusilla, and as always she had done everything he had wanted. She'd left Spike and gone to torture Amara. Torture a human? That was something Spike cared nothing about, even if it was Amara and he had brought her there under the basic assumption she wouldn't be hurt . . . too badly. That was any problem. Drusilla wouldn't KILL her, not if Angelus wanted her alive. The thing that pissed Spike off was that she had agreed to do it at all, that she jumped every time Angelus told her to, COMPLETELY ignored Spike as well.
So here he was going to find one of the Scooby gang, to go and save Amara. Not because he cared about the human, or even his word. He was a vampire and didn't really care about that. What he needed was someone else to take away Drusilla's toy so he could get her out, before she became more of Angelus' pet then he cared for. One day he could wake up and Drusilla wouldn't even want him anymore. That was a thought he didn't even want to think about.
So it wasn't entirely by accident that Spike crossed paths with Xander, or that he managed to let slip where Amara was or what was happening to her, or that he let Xander get away with that information.
She wasn't aware when she woke up, time had blended together, and when she was awake it was like a dream. When she was dreaming it was as if she were awake. The one constant was Angel. No not Angel . . . Angelus. The friend she had known and treasured these past months was gone and in his place . . .
The sad thing was that she had expected this, had expected all of this to happen. Once again she wished she could have prevented all of this. But could she really have taken away that moment of pure happiness that Angel had grasped, if only for such a short time. The end would be good . . . well sort of good.
Amara wasn't sure but she seemed to recall every once in a while Spike coming to clean her up. Whether that was her own feverish imagination or reality, she wasn't too sure. In all likelihood he was just doing as Angelus ordered, but on second thought that seemed quite unlikely. Spike was known for his considerable dislike for his grand sire. So it seemed quite unlikely that he would deliberately do as Angelus ordered him too, especially lately with Drusilla so completely under Angelus' thrall. What that girl saw in Angel, Amara wasn't so sure . . . But then again she just thought of Angel as a friend, not as poster boy material . . .
While she was deciding what was dream and what was not, Angelus sauntered in. Without his game face on it was so easy to confuse him with Angel. . . excepting those eyes. Following came Drusilla giving Angelus those doe eyes she loved to use so often, pushing Spike along in his wheelchair. One had to feel sorry for Spike at this moment, to see the love of his life looking so completely in the grips of a man he didn't even like that much. Amara felt even worse for him since she knew the basic outcome of all this, knew what Spike and Drusilla's life included. Not that she really pitied Spike, she had a feeling those that had ever pitied him probably weren't alive anymore. She just felt a little bad for him . . . It wasn't exactly clear to Amara why exactly Spike was keeping up the pretence of being crippled in that wheelchair, when Amara knew for certain that he could get up and walk, but then again Spike loved to keep his little secrets. Well right up until he got angry and impatient . . . Spike was only helping her and Buffy out to keep his love. Amara was a little bitter about that, but then again she DID have a little crush on him. Nothing of substance of course . . . just a little infatuation with a good-looking guy. She'd get over it soon enough.
"Awake?" Angelus knelt in front of the chair Amara was tied to. "That's good since otherwise I would have had to find some way to wake you up."
From Drusilla's disappointed look, Amara could only guess she had been looking forward to waking her up.
"Well you know a girl can't get too much beauty sleep . . . Dru you might was to go take a nap." Amara noticed Angelus' amused look, Drusilla's narrowed eyes and Spike quick change from a little smirk to a look of anger for Drusilla's benefit. After all you don't insult his black beauty . . .
"Glad you've still got that sarcastic wit." Angelus stood up and tilted Amara's head to look at him. "I hope Buffy does too . . . She's on her way to save you." Angelus then turned away and stalked off. "Drusilla do what you want with her, she's useless." He then left, getting ready to meet Buffy, only to be met by her in the doorway.
"Well hello Angel, miss me?" Buffy grinned slightly. Behind Buffy Xander stood, looking a little scared but dealing with it quite bravely especially since he must have realized that he could in all likelihood die right there and then. Amara didn't miss Spike's smirk when the two entered and she rose an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged but narrowed his eyes at her the moment Drusilla looked at him suspiciously.
Drusilla smiled and looked at Amara, ignoring Xander and the beginning of the fight with Buffy and Angelus. "You know you shouldn't have been mean to me. I might have kept you alive to play with." Drusilla sighed but then looked back at Amara, right in the eye, with one of her moments of clarity. "But I know what you'll do later and I can't let you do that. Spike is MY knight in shining armour . . . "
That last comment confused Amara more then a little. Did Drusilla realize what she and Spike had done, about their little agreement? Or was that a premonition? Spike frowned up at Drusilla, sharing Amara's look of confusion.
"Well at least I got here before you resurrected Acathla." Amara turned to watch Buffy and Angel battle it out, hearing Buffy's last comment, but she also saw Angelus' smirk and his wink to Buffy.
"Sorry there lover. Hate to disappoint, I really do. I pulled the sword out . . . " Angelus then turned and pointed at a statue of the demon on the far side of the room, whose mouth was starting to open. Amara sighed, knowing there were only two outcomes to this little story. Neither of them was that pleasant. Lose one friend or the other.
"Now back to Misty . . . " Drusilla practically purred as she gripped Amara's neck in her hand, but just as her grip started to tighten, she was lax and fell to the floor. Amara blinked up at Xander who was standing triumphantly behind her with a piece of wood.
"Bloody Hell! Did you have to hit her so hard? Stupid whelp . . . " Spike got out his wheelchair and knelt by Drusilla, petting her hair gently. "Sorry kitten, all for the best. Really it is . . . "
"SPIKE!" Angelus growled at Spike but had to give up his aspirations of disemboweling his grand childe since Buffy was in between them.
"Sorry Peaches. But you know how it is . . . " Spike winked at Angelus then turned to pick up Drusilla. He then turned for a moment to Xander. "You know you should probably get your friend to a hospital . . . Drusilla's the queen at torture. As far as I know . . . She's got a few broken bones and lots of cuts. Probably a LOT more then that."
Xander knelt next to Amara's chair, ignoring Spike behind him. "Hey Amara? You okay?"
"Bleedin' marvelous . . . Other then a few broken bones I'm fine. Thanks for inquiring Xander." Amara tried to get up but stopped, wincing.
Spike laughed behind them, still holding onto Drusilla carefully. "Good job Whelp. I'd get going to the hospital before she kills you herself. I have to get Dru out of town before she wakes up or before someone else decides to kill us." With that he turned to leave.
"Hey Billy Idol wannabe!" Amara croaked out, feeling dizzy due to the pain but still holding onto consciousness.
"I TOLD you not to call me that you Bloody BINT!" Spike turned around and glared at Amara, but frowned at the smile on Amara's face.
"So touchy for a vampire . . . Good luck and thanks for helping. I wish that Drusilla would realize what she has. EVEN if you are a Billy Idol wannabe vampire."
"Right thanks. Bye." Spike looked strangely at Amara before leaving with Drusilla. If he had paid a little more attention he would have realized the choice of words that Amara had used. Not that she hoped Drusilla would realize what she had . . . but that she wished she would. But Spike was far more worried about escaping with his and his loves lives to think about such little problems.
"I don't like that you and Spike were talking at all . . . or that you made any sort of compromise with him." Xander crossed him arms, looking like a petulant child.
"Hush Xander. You and I are NOT involved as anything other then friends, so because of that you do not get a say into who I talk to or anything. Okay? We needed his help."
"Right . . . but . . . "
"Xander!" Amara winced. "Hospital?"
Xander blinked jumping up. "Sorry!" Xander grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it over. "Luckily Spike left this . . . "
"Yeah lucky . . . "Amara smiled briefly, pulling herself into it.
Xander started to push the wheelchair out of the mansion, but both paused looking back at Buffy who was still battling Angelus.
"Should we . . . ? " Xander looked torn between helping one friend or the other.
"As much as I would like to . . . " Amara sighed. "There's nothing we can do, Buffy has to end this one way or another herself." Turning away from their friend fighting for her life, the two left quickly.
Chapter 6: Goodbye Spike and Angel **************************************************************************** ****************
The plan came to fruition a few days later, when Spike abruptly kidnapped her from the library at school, when everyone else had already left to go home. Unnecessarily he was of course a little more brutal then he HAD to be.
"Spike . . . " Amara whispered under her breath, breathing a little heavily from the bruises on her ribs.
"Yes pet?" Spike grinned, carrying her back to the lair over his shoulder.
"When this is all said and done, I suggest you leave town. Because I think I MIGHT just kill you for the hurt I'm in now. There was no need to kick so hard." Amara whimpered slightly as he jostled her deliberately to hurt her more.
"Of course there was pet. Angelus would expect me to hurt you somewhat. He thinks I hate you. You should be thankful I didn't take a little blood for the trouble. We needed a few bruises to be convincing." Getting closer to the mansion Spike got into his wheelchair that he had stowed nearby and made Amara sit in his lap. "Now pretend to be unconscious or something."
"Still I'd consider a new address . . . " Amara quieted down, though on the inside she was a little worried about how this was going to play out. From the library Spike had already called Buffy and "threatened" her and everything, in a somewhat convincing way, so as far as that went Amara knew Buffy and the rest of them were ready. She was just worried about what Angelus would do to her.
Being face to face with Angelus was certainly a surreal experience. It's incredibly hard to face a being so evil and see inside of it a friend. The fear that was on her face was real. Amara had her plan and all, but she was still frightened about what would happen. In actuality she didn't know what was going to happen in this situation since she got herself involved, and that always changed how things went. Spike was no comfort in this situation, since immediately after bringing her to Angelus he had pranced off to Drusilla (or in his case had rolled off, but as close to prancing as one could do in a wheelchair). His choice in women really wasn't that great.
"Now Amara . . . " Angelus entered the room, dressed all in black, but then that wasn't much of a change. At first look you might not have noticed the change in him, but looking into his eyes it was hard to miss the evil that reigned there. The sadness he had always held in his eyes before was gone, replaced but an arrogant attitude, and cruelty. It was a hard thing to accept.
Angelus stopped in front of the chair Amara was slouched in, bruises covering one side of her face and parts of her arms that he could see. He looked her up and down carefully. The bruises didn't seem as bad as Spike normally would have done. When Spike kidnapped someone they were normally almost dead, this girl was just slightly bruised. Not that it mattered if this was staged, or a trap, since Angelus had the ace in the hole.
"Well Amara . . . it was so nice of you to drop by and come see me. Missed our little chats."
Amara snorted and sat up straight in the chair, grinning at Angelus. "Well you know. I was in the neighborhood, saw the sign . . . dropped in . . . maybe have a cuppa?" Unlike Spike who would get angry at such remarks, Angelus just found the girl's spirit refreshing, as opposed to all the other humans who groveled, this was why she was fun to play with, just like Buffy.
"Cute as usual. I'm glad you're taking this situation so well with your natural aplomb. I'd hate to see you grovel . . . " Angelus pulled up a chair and sat down. "Now you need to tell me exactly what you know is going to happen so I can just circumvent it. That okay with you?"
Laughing, Amara shook her head. "We've had this conversation before Angelus. I hadn't realized you were so old senility was kicking in . . . Imagine forgetting things."
Getting angry, Angelus brought his hand across Amara's face hard, leaving a trickle of blood coming from her nose. "Your humour isn't going to get you anywhere in this situation."
"Well . . . " Shaking her head to focus again, Amara shrugged through the pain "I'd hate to disappoint you Peaches . . . " Using Spike's little nickname for Angelus worked well enough and he jumped up quickly, knocking over the chair he was in.
"You're expecting me to beat you, torture you?" Angelus shook his head. "No . . . I'm good at it, but I have other things to deal with . . . namely a slayer. Drusilla will handle you I think; quite well . . . she LOVES to play her games . . ." He then turned and left the room.
"Marvelous . . . Now I get whacked out Drusilla . . . " Slouching back into her chair, Amara winced feeling a bruise in her side.
A little while later Drusilla came in alone, smiling in the way you knew she was completely insane. "Been given a little pet to play with . . . how happy . . . " She clapped her hands, giggling.
"Drusilla . . . " Amara swallowed hard and tried to grin. "Nice to see you . . . How's Spike . . . ? " She had hoped Spike would be around; maybe take Drusilla away like he had planned.
Immediately Drusilla's face got serious and she looked lucid for a moment. "Spike? You wanna know where my Spike is? He's too important to you. I know what you've gone and done. The future is messed up all because of you . . . " Peering forward Drusilla smiled. "I can't see you. You're all misty." Looking away she giggled, back to the things only she could see. "Misty . . . You do so much for someone who's not even here. You'll be gone when it's all done. You'll see."
Amara blinked, confused. Did Drusilla know that her and Spike had conspired together, was that what she was getting at. What was all that about not even being here . . . " Drusilla what are you . . . " She was cut off by Drusilla's hand over her mouth.
"Shh . . . No talking little misty pet . . . I have a lot planned for you. I do love to play with my pets . . . "
Wincing, Amara realized she was in a little more trouble then she thought. **************************************************************************** ****************
What seemed against his own will, Spike left the hideout and headed off to find someone who might be able to help out a mere mortal human. Angelus had come to find Drusilla, and as always she had done everything he had wanted. She'd left Spike and gone to torture Amara. Torture a human? That was something Spike cared nothing about, even if it was Amara and he had brought her there under the basic assumption she wouldn't be hurt . . . too badly. That was any problem. Drusilla wouldn't KILL her, not if Angelus wanted her alive. The thing that pissed Spike off was that she had agreed to do it at all, that she jumped every time Angelus told her to, COMPLETELY ignored Spike as well.
So here he was going to find one of the Scooby gang, to go and save Amara. Not because he cared about the human, or even his word. He was a vampire and didn't really care about that. What he needed was someone else to take away Drusilla's toy so he could get her out, before she became more of Angelus' pet then he cared for. One day he could wake up and Drusilla wouldn't even want him anymore. That was a thought he didn't even want to think about.
So it wasn't entirely by accident that Spike crossed paths with Xander, or that he managed to let slip where Amara was or what was happening to her, or that he let Xander get away with that information.
She wasn't aware when she woke up, time had blended together, and when she was awake it was like a dream. When she was dreaming it was as if she were awake. The one constant was Angel. No not Angel . . . Angelus. The friend she had known and treasured these past months was gone and in his place . . .
The sad thing was that she had expected this, had expected all of this to happen. Once again she wished she could have prevented all of this. But could she really have taken away that moment of pure happiness that Angel had grasped, if only for such a short time. The end would be good . . . well sort of good.
Amara wasn't sure but she seemed to recall every once in a while Spike coming to clean her up. Whether that was her own feverish imagination or reality, she wasn't too sure. In all likelihood he was just doing as Angelus ordered, but on second thought that seemed quite unlikely. Spike was known for his considerable dislike for his grand sire. So it seemed quite unlikely that he would deliberately do as Angelus ordered him too, especially lately with Drusilla so completely under Angelus' thrall. What that girl saw in Angel, Amara wasn't so sure . . . But then again she just thought of Angel as a friend, not as poster boy material . . .
While she was deciding what was dream and what was not, Angelus sauntered in. Without his game face on it was so easy to confuse him with Angel. . . excepting those eyes. Following came Drusilla giving Angelus those doe eyes she loved to use so often, pushing Spike along in his wheelchair. One had to feel sorry for Spike at this moment, to see the love of his life looking so completely in the grips of a man he didn't even like that much. Amara felt even worse for him since she knew the basic outcome of all this, knew what Spike and Drusilla's life included. Not that she really pitied Spike, she had a feeling those that had ever pitied him probably weren't alive anymore. She just felt a little bad for him . . . It wasn't exactly clear to Amara why exactly Spike was keeping up the pretence of being crippled in that wheelchair, when Amara knew for certain that he could get up and walk, but then again Spike loved to keep his little secrets. Well right up until he got angry and impatient . . . Spike was only helping her and Buffy out to keep his love. Amara was a little bitter about that, but then again she DID have a little crush on him. Nothing of substance of course . . . just a little infatuation with a good-looking guy. She'd get over it soon enough.
"Awake?" Angelus knelt in front of the chair Amara was tied to. "That's good since otherwise I would have had to find some way to wake you up."
From Drusilla's disappointed look, Amara could only guess she had been looking forward to waking her up.
"Well you know a girl can't get too much beauty sleep . . . Dru you might was to go take a nap." Amara noticed Angelus' amused look, Drusilla's narrowed eyes and Spike quick change from a little smirk to a look of anger for Drusilla's benefit. After all you don't insult his black beauty . . .
"Glad you've still got that sarcastic wit." Angelus stood up and tilted Amara's head to look at him. "I hope Buffy does too . . . She's on her way to save you." Angelus then turned away and stalked off. "Drusilla do what you want with her, she's useless." He then left, getting ready to meet Buffy, only to be met by her in the doorway.
"Well hello Angel, miss me?" Buffy grinned slightly. Behind Buffy Xander stood, looking a little scared but dealing with it quite bravely especially since he must have realized that he could in all likelihood die right there and then. Amara didn't miss Spike's smirk when the two entered and she rose an eyebrow at him, he just shrugged but narrowed his eyes at her the moment Drusilla looked at him suspiciously.
Drusilla smiled and looked at Amara, ignoring Xander and the beginning of the fight with Buffy and Angelus. "You know you shouldn't have been mean to me. I might have kept you alive to play with." Drusilla sighed but then looked back at Amara, right in the eye, with one of her moments of clarity. "But I know what you'll do later and I can't let you do that. Spike is MY knight in shining armour . . . "
That last comment confused Amara more then a little. Did Drusilla realize what she and Spike had done, about their little agreement? Or was that a premonition? Spike frowned up at Drusilla, sharing Amara's look of confusion.
"Well at least I got here before you resurrected Acathla." Amara turned to watch Buffy and Angel battle it out, hearing Buffy's last comment, but she also saw Angelus' smirk and his wink to Buffy.
"Sorry there lover. Hate to disappoint, I really do. I pulled the sword out . . . " Angelus then turned and pointed at a statue of the demon on the far side of the room, whose mouth was starting to open. Amara sighed, knowing there were only two outcomes to this little story. Neither of them was that pleasant. Lose one friend or the other.
"Now back to Misty . . . " Drusilla practically purred as she gripped Amara's neck in her hand, but just as her grip started to tighten, she was lax and fell to the floor. Amara blinked up at Xander who was standing triumphantly behind her with a piece of wood.
"Bloody Hell! Did you have to hit her so hard? Stupid whelp . . . " Spike got out his wheelchair and knelt by Drusilla, petting her hair gently. "Sorry kitten, all for the best. Really it is . . . "
"SPIKE!" Angelus growled at Spike but had to give up his aspirations of disemboweling his grand childe since Buffy was in between them.
"Sorry Peaches. But you know how it is . . . " Spike winked at Angelus then turned to pick up Drusilla. He then turned for a moment to Xander. "You know you should probably get your friend to a hospital . . . Drusilla's the queen at torture. As far as I know . . . She's got a few broken bones and lots of cuts. Probably a LOT more then that."
Xander knelt next to Amara's chair, ignoring Spike behind him. "Hey Amara? You okay?"
"Bleedin' marvelous . . . Other then a few broken bones I'm fine. Thanks for inquiring Xander." Amara tried to get up but stopped, wincing.
Spike laughed behind them, still holding onto Drusilla carefully. "Good job Whelp. I'd get going to the hospital before she kills you herself. I have to get Dru out of town before she wakes up or before someone else decides to kill us." With that he turned to leave.
"Hey Billy Idol wannabe!" Amara croaked out, feeling dizzy due to the pain but still holding onto consciousness.
"I TOLD you not to call me that you Bloody BINT!" Spike turned around and glared at Amara, but frowned at the smile on Amara's face.
"So touchy for a vampire . . . Good luck and thanks for helping. I wish that Drusilla would realize what she has. EVEN if you are a Billy Idol wannabe vampire."
"Right thanks. Bye." Spike looked strangely at Amara before leaving with Drusilla. If he had paid a little more attention he would have realized the choice of words that Amara had used. Not that she hoped Drusilla would realize what she had . . . but that she wished she would. But Spike was far more worried about escaping with his and his loves lives to think about such little problems.
"I don't like that you and Spike were talking at all . . . or that you made any sort of compromise with him." Xander crossed him arms, looking like a petulant child.
"Hush Xander. You and I are NOT involved as anything other then friends, so because of that you do not get a say into who I talk to or anything. Okay? We needed his help."
"Right . . . but . . . "
"Xander!" Amara winced. "Hospital?"
Xander blinked jumping up. "Sorry!" Xander grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it over. "Luckily Spike left this . . . "
"Yeah lucky . . . "Amara smiled briefly, pulling herself into it.
Xander started to push the wheelchair out of the mansion, but both paused looking back at Buffy who was still battling Angelus.
"Should we . . . ? " Xander looked torn between helping one friend or the other.
"As much as I would like to . . . " Amara sighed. "There's nothing we can do, Buffy has to end this one way or another herself." Turning away from their friend fighting for her life, the two left quickly.