Chapter 5
"Bloody hell," Spike cursed, awakening. His hand instantly went to the back of his head, touching the knot that was already forming. Slowly standing, Spike looked around. "Damn it all to hell," he said, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket. Quickly dialing the now familiar number, he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a ice pack from the freezer and placing it on the lump on the back of his head as he waited for Willow to pick up.
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"I'll get it!" Xander called, running to get the phone in the kitchen. "Hello?" He said, picking it up.
"Xander?" Spike's voice came across the line.
"Yeah, Spike, it's me. How's Buffy? Soulful or not?" He asked.
"Not. Bloody bint hit me on the head then escaped. I was sure those chains would have held her," Spike said, taking the ice pack off of his head and throwing it back into the freezer.
"So, you want Willow to do the spell?" Xander asked.
"Bloody hell, yes, I want her to do the spell," Spike growled into the phone.
"All right," Xander said. "Wills!" He yelled into the living room, where she and Giles were sitting, going over the spell to make sure it was just right. Giles stood and walked into the kitchen. "Do the spell," was all Xander said, and then Giles turned and walked back to the living room. "It'll be done soon. Go find her, Spike," Xander said, then hung up.
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As soon as Spike hung up the phone, he grabbed his keys and made his way out of the loft, then out of the club, to the street. He stopped in front of the club and sniffed the air, catching Buffy's sent. Even though he already though he knew where she would go. He wanted to make sure. He turned and made his way down the street towards Hank Summers' home.
"I'm not going to let you kill him, Buffy," he said to himself, earning a few looks from people walking on the street. "No matter how much the prick deserves it," he said, turning down an alley, then jumping the fence at the end of it.
"Well, well, well, boys, look at what we have here," a large scaly demon said.
"I don't have time for this," Spike growled.
"Well, Spike, we suggest you make time," another demon said, stepping out of the shadows.
"I think it's time we teach you about what happens to traitors," a larger demon with horns said, stepping out from behind Spike, grabbing him, and tossing him to the center of the alley.
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"Hold your horses," Hank grumbled, making his way to the front door and opening it. "Buffy?" Hank said, confused. "Why aren't you at work?" he asked.
"I decided to come home early," Buffy said.
"Well, are you going to come inside, or what?" Hank said, walking away from the door.
"Don't mind if I do," Buffy said softly, walking into the house and taking the same bat she had hit Spike with, and smashing it into the back of her father's head. A sadistic smile crossed her face as she watched him hit the floor, unconscious, just as Spike had. She really didn't want to have to hit Spike, but she had to do it. He wanted her to have her soul. She idly wondered what mayhem they could have caused together. Picking her father up, she took him and set him in one of the chairs in the kitchen, then made her way back to her bedroom. Pulling her chest of weapons out of the corner of her room, she grabbed a long rope. Then, she made her way back to her father.
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"I told you I didn't have time for this," he growled, as he snapped the last demon's neck, and dropped it to the ground. He then ran the rest of the way to Hank's house. He may not have liked the prick, but he didn't want to see him dead. Well, on second thought, yes he did, but he didn't want Buffy to be the one to kill him. He was almost to Hank's when a scream stopped him. "Bloody fucking hell," he cursed. "If this keeps up, I'll never make it there in time," he said to himself. Running to where he had heard the scream come from, he found a fledgling vamp about to make a midnight snack of a young girl. He grabbed his stake from his pocket and dusted the vamp with no problem.
"Run home now," he said to the girl.
"Thank you," she said, fear radiating from her, and then ran home. At least, Spike hoped she had gone home. He didn't have time to follow to make sure she made it somewhere safe. Turning, he ran to Hank's, this time vowing he wouldn't stop, not until he made it to the house and got Buffy away from Hank. He could only imagine the things Buffy would do to him because of all the shit he had put her through for the past year and a half. Hell, he could think of a few things that he wouldn't mind doing to Hank himself.
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Hank groaned as he came awake, a piercing pain in the back of his head as he opened his eyes. He quickly closed them again, fighting the nauseating feeling coming over him.
"Good, you're awake," Buffy's chipper voice said.
"Buffy, what's going on?" Hank asked, opening his eyes. "What the hell? Buffy, what the hell's going on?" he demanded again, noticing that he was tied to one of the kitchen chairs, and that there was a array of various knives and other sharp, and some blunt, objects scattered on the kitchen table.
"Well, Daddy, if you must know, I was planning on torturing you for a few hours before I killed you," Buffy said, picking up one of the knives and running her fingers over the blade, lightly slicing into her skin, testing the sharpness of the blade.
"Buffy, sweetie, untie me now," Hank said, trying to keep the fear inside him from creeping into his voice.
"No, Dad, I don't think I will," Buffy said, anger running through her veins.
"Buffy, I'm your father. You don't want to do this, sweetheart," Hank said, sugar coating his words.
"Some father you are," Buffy said bitterly.
"I did the best I could. I know I messed up." Hank's head snapped to the side, his cheek stinging from the force of Buffy's strike.
"Shut up," she growled dangerously, her demon face flashing for just a second.
"Buffy!" Spike yelled, running in the front door of Hank's house.
"Damn," Buffy sighed, and put the knife in her hand back down on the table. "I'll be back, Daddy," she said cheerfully, and left the kitchen.
"I knew I should have chained you up," Buffy said, seeing Spike.
"And I should have used stronger chains to hold you down," Spike said. "Come on, pet, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're coming back with me," Spike said.
"That's funny, Spike, I almost believe you," she said, not a trace of laughter in her voice.
"I don't want to hurt you, pet," Spike said, advancing on her. Buffy rushed at him quickly, hitting him with all the force she had. It didn't even phase him. "Doesn't mean I won't," he said, before he hit her, sending her flying into a nearby wall. The wall cracked upon impact.
"Bastard," Buffy said, getting up slowly, the force of the blow slowing her.
"Buffy, Spike, what the hell's going on?" Dawn asked, walking in through the front door, sensing the tension, and noticing the dent in the wall where Buffy had flown into it.
"Dawn, pet, go find your father. Then, you to go into one of the bedrooms until I come and get you," Spike said, keeping his eyes on Buffy the whole time. Dawn nodded and headed back to the kitchen to look for her father.
"No!" Buffy yelled, and tried to grab Dawn, but Spike stopped her, and pushed her back. Buffy lunged at Spike again, but stopped short, pain rushing through her. She dropped to her knees, tears stinging her eyes. "Oh God," she gasped.
"Buffy? Pet?" Spike asked, dropping to the ground next to her.
"Spike? What happened? Everything's so confusing," she asked. Suddenly, everything that had happened in the past few hours came rushing back to her. "Oh God," she gasped.
"Shh, pet, it's fine," Spike said, hugging her.
"Oh God, what did I do?" she asked, her arms wrapping around Spike.
"Nothing, pet, you didn't do anything." At least, he hoped she hadn't. "Come on, pet," Spike said, standing, and helping Buffy to stand as well. He took her over and set her down on the sofa. "Stay here while I get Dawn. Then you and I are leaving, okay?" Spike asked.
"Okay, but what about my father?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, don't worry about him. He isn't going to have any problems with you and Dawn coming with me," Spike said, as he made his way to the kitchen, where he had seen Dawn go.
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A few hours later, Buffy sat in Spike's loft, on his sofa. He sat right beside her, and Dawn's head was in her lap.
"Things are going to be okay now? Right?" Buffy asked Spike quietly, guilt slamming into her for what she had almost done, while softly stroking Dawn's hair.
"They should be," Spike said. "Have you thought anymore about going back to Sunnydale?" He asked.
"Yes, and I think we should. Just as long as my dad doesn't interfere," Buffy said, feeling guilty for what she had done to her father, but still wanting to be away from him.
"Don't worry about that. Me and him had a nice talk. He won't be bothering us anymore," Spike said, kissing the top of Buffy's head. "I love you, Buffy," Spike said softly, the guilt he felt earlier still hounding him.
"I love you too, Spike," Buffy said, resting her head on his shoulder. Dawn smiled at the words of love that passed between the two vampires. Closing her eyes, she fell into a peaceful slumber.
TBC
"Bloody hell," Spike cursed, awakening. His hand instantly went to the back of his head, touching the knot that was already forming. Slowly standing, Spike looked around. "Damn it all to hell," he said, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket. Quickly dialing the now familiar number, he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a ice pack from the freezer and placing it on the lump on the back of his head as he waited for Willow to pick up.
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"I'll get it!" Xander called, running to get the phone in the kitchen. "Hello?" He said, picking it up.
"Xander?" Spike's voice came across the line.
"Yeah, Spike, it's me. How's Buffy? Soulful or not?" He asked.
"Not. Bloody bint hit me on the head then escaped. I was sure those chains would have held her," Spike said, taking the ice pack off of his head and throwing it back into the freezer.
"So, you want Willow to do the spell?" Xander asked.
"Bloody hell, yes, I want her to do the spell," Spike growled into the phone.
"All right," Xander said. "Wills!" He yelled into the living room, where she and Giles were sitting, going over the spell to make sure it was just right. Giles stood and walked into the kitchen. "Do the spell," was all Xander said, and then Giles turned and walked back to the living room. "It'll be done soon. Go find her, Spike," Xander said, then hung up.
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As soon as Spike hung up the phone, he grabbed his keys and made his way out of the loft, then out of the club, to the street. He stopped in front of the club and sniffed the air, catching Buffy's sent. Even though he already though he knew where she would go. He wanted to make sure. He turned and made his way down the street towards Hank Summers' home.
"I'm not going to let you kill him, Buffy," he said to himself, earning a few looks from people walking on the street. "No matter how much the prick deserves it," he said, turning down an alley, then jumping the fence at the end of it.
"Well, well, well, boys, look at what we have here," a large scaly demon said.
"I don't have time for this," Spike growled.
"Well, Spike, we suggest you make time," another demon said, stepping out of the shadows.
"I think it's time we teach you about what happens to traitors," a larger demon with horns said, stepping out from behind Spike, grabbing him, and tossing him to the center of the alley.
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"Hold your horses," Hank grumbled, making his way to the front door and opening it. "Buffy?" Hank said, confused. "Why aren't you at work?" he asked.
"I decided to come home early," Buffy said.
"Well, are you going to come inside, or what?" Hank said, walking away from the door.
"Don't mind if I do," Buffy said softly, walking into the house and taking the same bat she had hit Spike with, and smashing it into the back of her father's head. A sadistic smile crossed her face as she watched him hit the floor, unconscious, just as Spike had. She really didn't want to have to hit Spike, but she had to do it. He wanted her to have her soul. She idly wondered what mayhem they could have caused together. Picking her father up, she took him and set him in one of the chairs in the kitchen, then made her way back to her bedroom. Pulling her chest of weapons out of the corner of her room, she grabbed a long rope. Then, she made her way back to her father.
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"I told you I didn't have time for this," he growled, as he snapped the last demon's neck, and dropped it to the ground. He then ran the rest of the way to Hank's house. He may not have liked the prick, but he didn't want to see him dead. Well, on second thought, yes he did, but he didn't want Buffy to be the one to kill him. He was almost to Hank's when a scream stopped him. "Bloody fucking hell," he cursed. "If this keeps up, I'll never make it there in time," he said to himself. Running to where he had heard the scream come from, he found a fledgling vamp about to make a midnight snack of a young girl. He grabbed his stake from his pocket and dusted the vamp with no problem.
"Run home now," he said to the girl.
"Thank you," she said, fear radiating from her, and then ran home. At least, Spike hoped she had gone home. He didn't have time to follow to make sure she made it somewhere safe. Turning, he ran to Hank's, this time vowing he wouldn't stop, not until he made it to the house and got Buffy away from Hank. He could only imagine the things Buffy would do to him because of all the shit he had put her through for the past year and a half. Hell, he could think of a few things that he wouldn't mind doing to Hank himself.
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Hank groaned as he came awake, a piercing pain in the back of his head as he opened his eyes. He quickly closed them again, fighting the nauseating feeling coming over him.
"Good, you're awake," Buffy's chipper voice said.
"Buffy, what's going on?" Hank asked, opening his eyes. "What the hell? Buffy, what the hell's going on?" he demanded again, noticing that he was tied to one of the kitchen chairs, and that there was a array of various knives and other sharp, and some blunt, objects scattered on the kitchen table.
"Well, Daddy, if you must know, I was planning on torturing you for a few hours before I killed you," Buffy said, picking up one of the knives and running her fingers over the blade, lightly slicing into her skin, testing the sharpness of the blade.
"Buffy, sweetie, untie me now," Hank said, trying to keep the fear inside him from creeping into his voice.
"No, Dad, I don't think I will," Buffy said, anger running through her veins.
"Buffy, I'm your father. You don't want to do this, sweetheart," Hank said, sugar coating his words.
"Some father you are," Buffy said bitterly.
"I did the best I could. I know I messed up." Hank's head snapped to the side, his cheek stinging from the force of Buffy's strike.
"Shut up," she growled dangerously, her demon face flashing for just a second.
"Buffy!" Spike yelled, running in the front door of Hank's house.
"Damn," Buffy sighed, and put the knife in her hand back down on the table. "I'll be back, Daddy," she said cheerfully, and left the kitchen.
"I knew I should have chained you up," Buffy said, seeing Spike.
"And I should have used stronger chains to hold you down," Spike said. "Come on, pet, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're coming back with me," Spike said.
"That's funny, Spike, I almost believe you," she said, not a trace of laughter in her voice.
"I don't want to hurt you, pet," Spike said, advancing on her. Buffy rushed at him quickly, hitting him with all the force she had. It didn't even phase him. "Doesn't mean I won't," he said, before he hit her, sending her flying into a nearby wall. The wall cracked upon impact.
"Bastard," Buffy said, getting up slowly, the force of the blow slowing her.
"Buffy, Spike, what the hell's going on?" Dawn asked, walking in through the front door, sensing the tension, and noticing the dent in the wall where Buffy had flown into it.
"Dawn, pet, go find your father. Then, you to go into one of the bedrooms until I come and get you," Spike said, keeping his eyes on Buffy the whole time. Dawn nodded and headed back to the kitchen to look for her father.
"No!" Buffy yelled, and tried to grab Dawn, but Spike stopped her, and pushed her back. Buffy lunged at Spike again, but stopped short, pain rushing through her. She dropped to her knees, tears stinging her eyes. "Oh God," she gasped.
"Buffy? Pet?" Spike asked, dropping to the ground next to her.
"Spike? What happened? Everything's so confusing," she asked. Suddenly, everything that had happened in the past few hours came rushing back to her. "Oh God," she gasped.
"Shh, pet, it's fine," Spike said, hugging her.
"Oh God, what did I do?" she asked, her arms wrapping around Spike.
"Nothing, pet, you didn't do anything." At least, he hoped she hadn't. "Come on, pet," Spike said, standing, and helping Buffy to stand as well. He took her over and set her down on the sofa. "Stay here while I get Dawn. Then you and I are leaving, okay?" Spike asked.
"Okay, but what about my father?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, don't worry about him. He isn't going to have any problems with you and Dawn coming with me," Spike said, as he made his way to the kitchen, where he had seen Dawn go.
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A few hours later, Buffy sat in Spike's loft, on his sofa. He sat right beside her, and Dawn's head was in her lap.
"Things are going to be okay now? Right?" Buffy asked Spike quietly, guilt slamming into her for what she had almost done, while softly stroking Dawn's hair.
"They should be," Spike said. "Have you thought anymore about going back to Sunnydale?" He asked.
"Yes, and I think we should. Just as long as my dad doesn't interfere," Buffy said, feeling guilty for what she had done to her father, but still wanting to be away from him.
"Don't worry about that. Me and him had a nice talk. He won't be bothering us anymore," Spike said, kissing the top of Buffy's head. "I love you, Buffy," Spike said softly, the guilt he felt earlier still hounding him.
"I love you too, Spike," Buffy said, resting her head on his shoulder. Dawn smiled at the words of love that passed between the two vampires. Closing her eyes, she fell into a peaceful slumber.
TBC
