A/N: Ask and you shall receive.from now on I will mark the end of a scene
with one of those squiggly things ("~") so hopefully that will help its
flow :)
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Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
As the hailstorm of "clicks" erupted onto her bedroom window, Buffy groaned and rolled out of bed. She yawned and glanced over at her clock.
2:23 a.m.
"Whoever it is had better have a damned good explanation." Buffy grumbled to herself as she used all of her sleep induced strength to lift open the said window, which was still making the clicking sounds. Leaning out and looking around, Buffy saw nothing but darkness.
"Okay..." She began to close her window, when the moon suddenly caught a pale glimmer below, under the tall oak tree. She smiled despite herself, when Spike emerged from the shadows, holding a small pile of pebbles in his left hand.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, much more gently than she had intended. Spike cocked his head and opened his mouth to reply, but found himself powerless, as he stared up at her natural beauty. Then he remembered why he had come.
"Grab your coat and get down here. There's something we gotta take care of." He said brusquely. Buffy crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"No time to explain, luv. Let's go. Grab a weapon while you're at it."
"But, why?" Spike outwardly growled in frustration.
"Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn all the time? There's two chits that could be in real danger and you're wasting time asking silly questions that could be answered, if you just got your arse down here." Buffy retreated abruptly from her window, taken aback by Spike's sudden attitude.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, looking at her hands. Spike sighed and looked to his side. He hadn't meant to yell at her.
"So am I, pet. Just, come down, alright? I'll tell you what's going on as we walk. Or run, depending on how long it takes you to get ready." Spike not-so-subtly hinted. In a matter of minutes, Buffy hopped down beside Spike from a low branch.
"Hey there, stranger." He remarked, a small smile playing on his lips, unconsciously. She returned the smile and they began pacing themselves towards another, somewhat unfamiliar neighborhood. They walked in silence, despite Spike's promise to explain, but Buffy was grateful for this. She liked being able to pretend that it wasn't always all about work when she took midnight (or 2:35 a.m.) strolls. Finally, they stopped in the front of the Cape Cod.
"Brace yourself." Spike warned as he slowly opened the unlocked door. Buffy looked inside and felt a pang of nausea overtake her.
"Oh, oh my God."
~
'Roark laughed.'
Giles read the sentence, sipping his tea. Willow had recommended the book, called The Fountainhead, by some American political nutcase.
'Roark laughed.' He read again, determined to move onto the second sentence.
Alas, this was not to be.
Giles irately yanked the blaring tapioca phone handle and smashed it (rather hard) against his ear.
"Ow. Yes, what is it?" He snapped into the phone. He was not in the mood for more Council rubbish. It was not the Council, however.
"Oh, Buffy, hello. Is everything-? What? Buffy, slow down. Yes, I'm certain whatever you saw was.err."nasty" as you put it, but- Hold on. I can't understand a word of what you are saying, you must slow down. Yes. Alright, now what happened? Mmm-hmm, Yes...right, yes.he took you there and then." Giles felt the color drain from his face as he listened to the description of the scene. "Oh, dear. The intestines, they were...the one victim was hung by his intestines? What? He was hung by the * woman's * intestines? And the man? He, he, was what? How on earth was he defaced? No, no, tell Spike a regular knife could never have ripped off a man's entire face, especially if it included parts of the muscle..." Giles felt color return to his face, but unfortunately, it was not its usual color. "I'll call Willow and get everyone over here in order to begin extensive research on this, whatever did this. Yes. Alright. Do be careful. Goodbye."
Hanging up the phone, he immediately snatched it back up and punched in Willow's number.
"Willow? Giles. Gather up everyone, we've got a most awful crisis on our hands. I'll explain everything when you get here. Goodbye."
~
Abby sat in stony silence as she watched Spike search the house. Normally, when something bad happened, she carried on for hours, screaming, crying, pouting...and that was just when she couldn't eat Oreos for breakfast. But at that moment, after getting over the initial shock of seeing her entire family.like that, she felt nothing. Not fear, not pain...she did not even feel anger.
Nothing.
From behind her, she heard a playful growl. She twisted her neck around to see Beck, her miniature schnauzer, playing and chewing on one of his newest toys. At least someone's happy, she thought, looking around herself. Spike and Buffy had shooed her upstairs, as if her being around the bodies any longer would traumatize her more than they already had.
"C'mere Beck, lemme in on the fun." She said, her voice weak from exhaustion. Beck trotted over, holding his long, pink toy in his mouth. Abby leaned down and took it from his mouth.
"What's this supposed to be?" She wondered aloud, flopping it around. It was soft, but cold, and it was crusting up along the edges. She looked at the opposite end when she noticed what looked like a rip. She looked inside the tear to see oozing white pus and a thousand tiny, blue squiggles. It was then that she noticed the tiny white dots all along the "toy's" ridged center. Screaming silently into her hand, she dropped it and ran into her room. Grabbing her trashcan, Abby let out all of the disgust she felt from touching, hell, even seeing something like that. Beck had chewed on it. He had chewed on her father's.
Before she could finish her thought, she felt a deep pain swipe into her back. She turned around and came face to face with something she didn't recognize. Her body wasn't registering the pain. She tried with everything she had to ask what was going on, but it didn't come out. It wouldn't come out. The thing reached into her deep wound, maximizing the pain to excruciating amounts. It grabbed a hold of something hard within her back, and she couldn't move, not that she wanted to, with the pain that was pounding into her every cell.
It laughed down at the girl and tightened its grip on her vertebrae. Then, with a quick, but hardly painless yank, it ripped out every bone in her spinal column. It would've laughed, if it had known how. Instead, it disappeared, ready to move on through the night.
~
Buffy felt tears slowly build up in her eyes as she knelt down next to Abby's body. She had died right above her. She had died when Buffy could have stopped it. She wiped away the stray tear and then the next one. She began to sob, just barely, though, knowing she couldn't for long. She felt a cool hand on her back. She leaned softly into his touch and soon she felt strong arms around her.
"Shh...it's okay." Buffy felt a prick of confusion. Spike had a British accent. Buffy slowly disentangled herself and stared up into the face of...
"Angel." She croaked out.
"Spike let me in." He said softly, mesmerized by her beauty, even with tear stains streaking her features. She always looked beautiful to him. He gently cupped her face with his hand. By the time she knew what she was doing, Angel's lips were on hers. She moved her mouth along his and inserted her tongue between his teeth. He tightened his grip on her back and gently brought her in close to him. Buffy's fingers moved in slow circles on the nape of his neck, and then they moved in and out through the crevasses of his hair .
SLAM!
Buffy jumped back from Angel's embrace and looked out the window, where all she saw was Spike, violently running from the house, his shoulder's tensed in obvious anger.
"Shit!" She yelled, bolting to the front door.
"Buffy! Buffy, wait." Angel grabbed her arm and looked down into her eyes, "What just happened here?"
"I don't know, I don't know. But I have to go after Spike, I just- he's, I.I need him to help me figure out what killed this family." Buffy lamely replied, not even kidding herself. Or Angel. This isn't how it was supposed to go, Angel thought, pain touching his heart. She wasn't supposed to fall for my grandchilde.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go." Buffy said. Angel nodded, not ready to give up. He may have lost a battle to Spike, but he sure as hell wouldn't lose the war. Spike would be gone from Buffy's life by June.
Buffy leaned up and softly kissed Angel's cheek. Then, she ran out the door.
tbc.
A/N: *dodges rotten tomatoes* Gah! Hey! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Can I please explain myself? Thank you. Now I know this wasn't exactly the sort of fluffiness ya'll were hoping for, but don't worry, I am not a B/A fan. I repeat, I AM NOT A B/A FAN. So you can sleep easy because this is still a B/S story. Just had to add some road bumps along the way :)
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Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
As the hailstorm of "clicks" erupted onto her bedroom window, Buffy groaned and rolled out of bed. She yawned and glanced over at her clock.
2:23 a.m.
"Whoever it is had better have a damned good explanation." Buffy grumbled to herself as she used all of her sleep induced strength to lift open the said window, which was still making the clicking sounds. Leaning out and looking around, Buffy saw nothing but darkness.
"Okay..." She began to close her window, when the moon suddenly caught a pale glimmer below, under the tall oak tree. She smiled despite herself, when Spike emerged from the shadows, holding a small pile of pebbles in his left hand.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, much more gently than she had intended. Spike cocked his head and opened his mouth to reply, but found himself powerless, as he stared up at her natural beauty. Then he remembered why he had come.
"Grab your coat and get down here. There's something we gotta take care of." He said brusquely. Buffy crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"No time to explain, luv. Let's go. Grab a weapon while you're at it."
"But, why?" Spike outwardly growled in frustration.
"Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn all the time? There's two chits that could be in real danger and you're wasting time asking silly questions that could be answered, if you just got your arse down here." Buffy retreated abruptly from her window, taken aback by Spike's sudden attitude.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, looking at her hands. Spike sighed and looked to his side. He hadn't meant to yell at her.
"So am I, pet. Just, come down, alright? I'll tell you what's going on as we walk. Or run, depending on how long it takes you to get ready." Spike not-so-subtly hinted. In a matter of minutes, Buffy hopped down beside Spike from a low branch.
"Hey there, stranger." He remarked, a small smile playing on his lips, unconsciously. She returned the smile and they began pacing themselves towards another, somewhat unfamiliar neighborhood. They walked in silence, despite Spike's promise to explain, but Buffy was grateful for this. She liked being able to pretend that it wasn't always all about work when she took midnight (or 2:35 a.m.) strolls. Finally, they stopped in the front of the Cape Cod.
"Brace yourself." Spike warned as he slowly opened the unlocked door. Buffy looked inside and felt a pang of nausea overtake her.
"Oh, oh my God."
~
'Roark laughed.'
Giles read the sentence, sipping his tea. Willow had recommended the book, called The Fountainhead, by some American political nutcase.
'Roark laughed.' He read again, determined to move onto the second sentence.
Alas, this was not to be.
Giles irately yanked the blaring tapioca phone handle and smashed it (rather hard) against his ear.
"Ow. Yes, what is it?" He snapped into the phone. He was not in the mood for more Council rubbish. It was not the Council, however.
"Oh, Buffy, hello. Is everything-? What? Buffy, slow down. Yes, I'm certain whatever you saw was.err."nasty" as you put it, but- Hold on. I can't understand a word of what you are saying, you must slow down. Yes. Alright, now what happened? Mmm-hmm, Yes...right, yes.he took you there and then." Giles felt the color drain from his face as he listened to the description of the scene. "Oh, dear. The intestines, they were...the one victim was hung by his intestines? What? He was hung by the * woman's * intestines? And the man? He, he, was what? How on earth was he defaced? No, no, tell Spike a regular knife could never have ripped off a man's entire face, especially if it included parts of the muscle..." Giles felt color return to his face, but unfortunately, it was not its usual color. "I'll call Willow and get everyone over here in order to begin extensive research on this, whatever did this. Yes. Alright. Do be careful. Goodbye."
Hanging up the phone, he immediately snatched it back up and punched in Willow's number.
"Willow? Giles. Gather up everyone, we've got a most awful crisis on our hands. I'll explain everything when you get here. Goodbye."
~
Abby sat in stony silence as she watched Spike search the house. Normally, when something bad happened, she carried on for hours, screaming, crying, pouting...and that was just when she couldn't eat Oreos for breakfast. But at that moment, after getting over the initial shock of seeing her entire family.like that, she felt nothing. Not fear, not pain...she did not even feel anger.
Nothing.
From behind her, she heard a playful growl. She twisted her neck around to see Beck, her miniature schnauzer, playing and chewing on one of his newest toys. At least someone's happy, she thought, looking around herself. Spike and Buffy had shooed her upstairs, as if her being around the bodies any longer would traumatize her more than they already had.
"C'mere Beck, lemme in on the fun." She said, her voice weak from exhaustion. Beck trotted over, holding his long, pink toy in his mouth. Abby leaned down and took it from his mouth.
"What's this supposed to be?" She wondered aloud, flopping it around. It was soft, but cold, and it was crusting up along the edges. She looked at the opposite end when she noticed what looked like a rip. She looked inside the tear to see oozing white pus and a thousand tiny, blue squiggles. It was then that she noticed the tiny white dots all along the "toy's" ridged center. Screaming silently into her hand, she dropped it and ran into her room. Grabbing her trashcan, Abby let out all of the disgust she felt from touching, hell, even seeing something like that. Beck had chewed on it. He had chewed on her father's.
Before she could finish her thought, she felt a deep pain swipe into her back. She turned around and came face to face with something she didn't recognize. Her body wasn't registering the pain. She tried with everything she had to ask what was going on, but it didn't come out. It wouldn't come out. The thing reached into her deep wound, maximizing the pain to excruciating amounts. It grabbed a hold of something hard within her back, and she couldn't move, not that she wanted to, with the pain that was pounding into her every cell.
It laughed down at the girl and tightened its grip on her vertebrae. Then, with a quick, but hardly painless yank, it ripped out every bone in her spinal column. It would've laughed, if it had known how. Instead, it disappeared, ready to move on through the night.
~
Buffy felt tears slowly build up in her eyes as she knelt down next to Abby's body. She had died right above her. She had died when Buffy could have stopped it. She wiped away the stray tear and then the next one. She began to sob, just barely, though, knowing she couldn't for long. She felt a cool hand on her back. She leaned softly into his touch and soon she felt strong arms around her.
"Shh...it's okay." Buffy felt a prick of confusion. Spike had a British accent. Buffy slowly disentangled herself and stared up into the face of...
"Angel." She croaked out.
"Spike let me in." He said softly, mesmerized by her beauty, even with tear stains streaking her features. She always looked beautiful to him. He gently cupped her face with his hand. By the time she knew what she was doing, Angel's lips were on hers. She moved her mouth along his and inserted her tongue between his teeth. He tightened his grip on her back and gently brought her in close to him. Buffy's fingers moved in slow circles on the nape of his neck, and then they moved in and out through the crevasses of his hair .
SLAM!
Buffy jumped back from Angel's embrace and looked out the window, where all she saw was Spike, violently running from the house, his shoulder's tensed in obvious anger.
"Shit!" She yelled, bolting to the front door.
"Buffy! Buffy, wait." Angel grabbed her arm and looked down into her eyes, "What just happened here?"
"I don't know, I don't know. But I have to go after Spike, I just- he's, I.I need him to help me figure out what killed this family." Buffy lamely replied, not even kidding herself. Or Angel. This isn't how it was supposed to go, Angel thought, pain touching his heart. She wasn't supposed to fall for my grandchilde.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go." Buffy said. Angel nodded, not ready to give up. He may have lost a battle to Spike, but he sure as hell wouldn't lose the war. Spike would be gone from Buffy's life by June.
Buffy leaned up and softly kissed Angel's cheek. Then, she ran out the door.
tbc.
A/N: *dodges rotten tomatoes* Gah! Hey! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Can I please explain myself? Thank you. Now I know this wasn't exactly the sort of fluffiness ya'll were hoping for, but don't worry, I am not a B/A fan. I repeat, I AM NOT A B/A FAN. So you can sleep easy because this is still a B/S story. Just had to add some road bumps along the way :)
