***** Chapter 4: Paradise Lost *****
A group of vampires had sneaked up behind them when they were. . .otherwise occupied. The first one snarled.
"Give us the baby and we'll spare your lives," he said.
"Ali? Why?"
"The child has power. It has been foretold." He approached Andrea. She shook her head.
"Sorry, man. You're going to have to foretell someone else's baby. There's no way I'm giving her up after what I just went through."
The four other vampires had surrounded them by that point, and Andrea cursed herself for her carelessness. She squeezed Spike's hand, hoping he's get the message. Take Ali and run. He obviously understood because he vehemently shook his head. "No."
"Spike, you're human. No super-strength. You're useless." She grinned when he took on an offended look. "Go. I'll distract them." He rolled his eyes, gave her a quick peck on the lips and scooped up his daughter. A snarling vamp approached him and he threw a hard punch, knocking the vamp off his feet, before rushing back into the hospital, Ali in his arms.
Andrea dropped to the ground, kicking a vampire's feet out from under him. She quickly reached for her purse, which had fallen to the ground at some point during her little smooch-fest with Spike. She whipped out a stake and plunged it into the vamp's chest. Another one grabbed her from behind, wrapping his cold arm around her waist. She used the leverage to her advantage and delivered a powerful kick to the jaw of Vamp #3. Then she tossed her head back and heard a satisfying crack, followed by a howl of pain. The hands holding her quickly disappeared and she sidestepped, staking the vamp directly behind her.
She saw Spike appear from the hospital to join her, and sighed exasperatedly.
Stubborn jerk.
He whipped a stake out of his duster pocket and rushed the vamp he had punched earlier. He was just bringing down the stake when he noticed Andrea was in trouble. The vampire beneath him turned to dust as she fended off the punches of a vampire. She was too busy with the one in front of her and hadn't noticed the one creeping up behind her, armed with a rather large rock. He was too far away to get there in time.
"Andrea, behind you!" he yelled. She whirled just as the vamp brought the rock crashing down to her skull.
* * *
"She's very lucky you yelled, Mr. Sinclair. If you hadn't, she would have been hit directly in the back of the head. With the exception of the stitches she has, all she should need is some pain medication," she heard faintly. Gradually, the noises grew louder as Andrea came fully awake. "Well, hello, Mrs. Sinclair," said a smiling woman with curly red hair. "I'm Dr. Reynolds, your neurologist. I'm glad you're awake. You CAT scans just came back and everything seems to be in order." Andrea frowned.
"Where am I?"
"Sunnydale General."
"What happened?"
"You were attacked by a gang on PCP. You don't remember?" Dr. Reynolds whipped out a clipboard and made some notes. A handsome man rushed to her bedside, frowning. He took her hand and rubbed her knuckles comfortingly with his thumb. She looked at him as if he had spontaneously sprouted an extra eye on top of his head.
"Who are you and what is wrong with your hair?" Andrea questioned slowly. He inhaled a breath deeply and glanced up at the doctor and glanced up at the doctor. She approached the bed.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Uh. . .Mrs. Sinclair?" Andrea guessed hopefully. Dr. Reynolds smiled.
"You're first name." She hesitated.
"Mrs.?"
"What's wrong with her?" Spike asked softly, his brow wrinkling in concern.
"Well, it seems to me that she has amnesia." She pulled a penlight out of her pocket and shone it at Andrea's pupil. Then she held up a finger. "Follow my finger." When the small test was complete, she sighed. "Well, it's not that serious. She should get her memory back -"
"Not that serious? I have no clue who I am and you're telling me it's not that serious? Are you on acid? And stop talking about me like I'm not here." Spike smiled slightly, remembering another time when she'd said that. Dr. Reynolds shot her a silencing glance.
"As I was saying, I can't say for sure when you'll get your memory back, but it will come back suddenly, at a time when you won't be expecting it. Don't try to force yourself to remember. It will only put more stress on your mind." Andrea nodded.
"One more question . . .for now. Who are you?" she asked Spike.
"I'm your husband." Surprise flickered across her face, but it was quickly covered with indifference. She didn't even know why she was surprised. Her name was Mrs. Sinclair.
"My what. . .?" Her voice rose considerably, and her body tensed. "M- m-married?" she stuttered. "How long?"
"Five months," Spike answered. She didn't remember anything. Not him. Not the marriage. Not their daughter. "Is there a phone somewhere?" he asked the doctor slowly.
"In the waiting room."
"I'll be back, love," he told Andrea, dropping her hand as he stood. As he reached the door, she called to him. He stopped, but didn't turn.
"You never told me my name."
"Andrea. Your name is Andrea."
A/N: Okay, points to anybody who can tell me why the end of this chappy looks familiar! Hahaha. And I'm getting a 'we-don't-love-you-any-more' vibe from you people seeing as how this is the FOURTH CHAPTER and I have exactly NO REVIEWS!!! I'm going crazy and may have to shoot up a McDonald's. Okay, little extreme, but you get my point. *hold's gun to Ronald McDonald's head * Ronald's next. . .
A group of vampires had sneaked up behind them when they were. . .otherwise occupied. The first one snarled.
"Give us the baby and we'll spare your lives," he said.
"Ali? Why?"
"The child has power. It has been foretold." He approached Andrea. She shook her head.
"Sorry, man. You're going to have to foretell someone else's baby. There's no way I'm giving her up after what I just went through."
The four other vampires had surrounded them by that point, and Andrea cursed herself for her carelessness. She squeezed Spike's hand, hoping he's get the message. Take Ali and run. He obviously understood because he vehemently shook his head. "No."
"Spike, you're human. No super-strength. You're useless." She grinned when he took on an offended look. "Go. I'll distract them." He rolled his eyes, gave her a quick peck on the lips and scooped up his daughter. A snarling vamp approached him and he threw a hard punch, knocking the vamp off his feet, before rushing back into the hospital, Ali in his arms.
Andrea dropped to the ground, kicking a vampire's feet out from under him. She quickly reached for her purse, which had fallen to the ground at some point during her little smooch-fest with Spike. She whipped out a stake and plunged it into the vamp's chest. Another one grabbed her from behind, wrapping his cold arm around her waist. She used the leverage to her advantage and delivered a powerful kick to the jaw of Vamp #3. Then she tossed her head back and heard a satisfying crack, followed by a howl of pain. The hands holding her quickly disappeared and she sidestepped, staking the vamp directly behind her.
She saw Spike appear from the hospital to join her, and sighed exasperatedly.
Stubborn jerk.
He whipped a stake out of his duster pocket and rushed the vamp he had punched earlier. He was just bringing down the stake when he noticed Andrea was in trouble. The vampire beneath him turned to dust as she fended off the punches of a vampire. She was too busy with the one in front of her and hadn't noticed the one creeping up behind her, armed with a rather large rock. He was too far away to get there in time.
"Andrea, behind you!" he yelled. She whirled just as the vamp brought the rock crashing down to her skull.
* * *
"She's very lucky you yelled, Mr. Sinclair. If you hadn't, she would have been hit directly in the back of the head. With the exception of the stitches she has, all she should need is some pain medication," she heard faintly. Gradually, the noises grew louder as Andrea came fully awake. "Well, hello, Mrs. Sinclair," said a smiling woman with curly red hair. "I'm Dr. Reynolds, your neurologist. I'm glad you're awake. You CAT scans just came back and everything seems to be in order." Andrea frowned.
"Where am I?"
"Sunnydale General."
"What happened?"
"You were attacked by a gang on PCP. You don't remember?" Dr. Reynolds whipped out a clipboard and made some notes. A handsome man rushed to her bedside, frowning. He took her hand and rubbed her knuckles comfortingly with his thumb. She looked at him as if he had spontaneously sprouted an extra eye on top of his head.
"Who are you and what is wrong with your hair?" Andrea questioned slowly. He inhaled a breath deeply and glanced up at the doctor and glanced up at the doctor. She approached the bed.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Uh. . .Mrs. Sinclair?" Andrea guessed hopefully. Dr. Reynolds smiled.
"You're first name." She hesitated.
"Mrs.?"
"What's wrong with her?" Spike asked softly, his brow wrinkling in concern.
"Well, it seems to me that she has amnesia." She pulled a penlight out of her pocket and shone it at Andrea's pupil. Then she held up a finger. "Follow my finger." When the small test was complete, she sighed. "Well, it's not that serious. She should get her memory back -"
"Not that serious? I have no clue who I am and you're telling me it's not that serious? Are you on acid? And stop talking about me like I'm not here." Spike smiled slightly, remembering another time when she'd said that. Dr. Reynolds shot her a silencing glance.
"As I was saying, I can't say for sure when you'll get your memory back, but it will come back suddenly, at a time when you won't be expecting it. Don't try to force yourself to remember. It will only put more stress on your mind." Andrea nodded.
"One more question . . .for now. Who are you?" she asked Spike.
"I'm your husband." Surprise flickered across her face, but it was quickly covered with indifference. She didn't even know why she was surprised. Her name was Mrs. Sinclair.
"My what. . .?" Her voice rose considerably, and her body tensed. "M- m-married?" she stuttered. "How long?"
"Five months," Spike answered. She didn't remember anything. Not him. Not the marriage. Not their daughter. "Is there a phone somewhere?" he asked the doctor slowly.
"In the waiting room."
"I'll be back, love," he told Andrea, dropping her hand as he stood. As he reached the door, she called to him. He stopped, but didn't turn.
"You never told me my name."
"Andrea. Your name is Andrea."
A/N: Okay, points to anybody who can tell me why the end of this chappy looks familiar! Hahaha. And I'm getting a 'we-don't-love-you-any-more' vibe from you people seeing as how this is the FOURTH CHAPTER and I have exactly NO REVIEWS!!! I'm going crazy and may have to shoot up a McDonald's. Okay, little extreme, but you get my point. *hold's gun to Ronald McDonald's head * Ronald's next. . .
