Worries and Fears - March 2009
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dawn woke the next morning in the Fred's old room. The memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She felt as if she was going to vomit when she thought about Spike's razor sharp fangs slicing through her neck. The sickening sound of him guzzling her blood chilled her to the bone. Her hand reached to feel where he had bitten her. Much to her surprise she only felt two small puncture wounds that had already scarred over. Over the years Dawn had read numerous vampire erotica novels, and they always raved about how erotic it was to be bitten. Dawn had felt nothing even close to arousal when Spike had sunk his teeth in her. She felt fear and betrayal with a hint of bitterness that she so willingly threw herself into Spike's arms. She should have known better the moment Spike had said he wanted her. There had been times when he had settled for her, but Spike had always been in love with her sister.
Dawn was silently cursing who ever it was that had healed her. She wasn't supposed to feel good, she was supposed to either be in extreme anguish and pain, or dead. She had betrayed Buffy in the worst way imaginable, and she had almost gotten Julia killed in the process. Dawn was in the mood to punish herself for her selfish actions, not to have woken up that morning, physically feeling refreshed.
She hung her head low as she made her way to the shower. She didn't want to have to make eye contact in case she ran into someone on the way to the bathroom. She felt dirty and violated. She made her way to the bathroom and peeled her still bloodied clothes from her body. She reached over and turned on the water as hot as it would go. Dawn meticulously pulled her long hair back and stared at the bite mark. It was pale and shaped like two half moons. It was slightly raised and Dawn knew it would never completely fade away. She was disgusted with herself for fantasizing about Spike biting her when she had been a teenager and he was still a vampire. She looked at her face, there were dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were blood shot from crying so much.
Dawn stepped into the shower and attempted to scrub the guilt away from her body. She scrubbed until it was almost raw and pink. She could feel his kisses and caresses all over her body and she hated it. She had willingly let him do it. She was so blind to what he really was that he didn't even have to attempt to force himself on her. She had readily let Spike undress her. Dawn felt sick once more and stumbled out of the shower in time to empty the contents of her stomach in the toilet. With the shower still going, a cold, wet, naked Dawn crawled to the corner of the bathroom. She sat there on the cold tile, her knees pulled up to her chin, her hands covering her face. She had finally lost it.
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Angel and Cordelia were laying in bed while Julia slept soundly. What Cordelia has seen through Dawn's eyes was too disturbing to keep to herself. She had seen whatever had been going through the younger woman's mind at the time of Spike's assault. It truly was weep worthy. She finally decided to confide in her best friend and lover. After she was done telling her sordid tale to Angel he just stared at his dark haired beauty in disbelief.
"Oh, Dawn." Was all he could say at first.
"Angel, what are we going to do? Buffy's already a little cracked, she is going to be completely gone when she finds out what happened between Dawn and Spike."
"I'll talk to Dawn in a few minutes. Hopefully no one else noticed that she ran in here last night only wearing a bra."
"It's not just Buffy though. Dawn is mentally torturing herself over everything. She's been letting all of this build up over the course of the last decade. It really started with Glory and her guilt over being the cause of Buffy's death. She blames herself enough as it is over Spike and Buffy's strained relationship. I think last night may have put her in overload. She thinks she's the reason that Spike's apartment building got torched, she's the reason that Julia's life was put in danger. I wouldn't be surprised if she believed that she was responsible for Spike getting turned. God Angel, I thought you beat yourself up a lot. You have nothing on this girl."
"None of us ever bothered to see it. I guess we all took happy understanding Dawn for granted. She knew we all had our own problems, and she didn't want to burden any of us. We never took her relationship with Spike seriously, or her feelings for him, for that matter."
"Honey, the only thing we can do now is go from here. We need to help her get through this. What if our last resort is to stake Spike? The only thing left of that girl will be a shell if we don't do something."
"I just want to be so pissed at something right now, but there is nothing to direct the anger towards. We have no idea what happened, what's going to happen, or how we're going to deal with it. I'm just so frustrated right now. Spike's a vamp again, Buffy's damn near catatonic, Dawn has a masochist complex at the moment, and we have a hotel full of people that can't leave."
"I would say 'just calm down and breath' but I guess that would really work out all that well for you. Why don't you go wake Dawn up, that way we can talk to her before she has to make her group speech later this morning."
Angel somberly nodded and kissed his girl before he made his way to Dawn's room.
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It was about 6:30 am. Too early to get up, but too late to go back to sleep. Willow, Anya, and Xander stared at one another in uncomfortable silence for a few moments. They had all had the same dream about their dear friend William torturing and killing them, and they all woke with a start at the same time. Xander was in the bed closest to the door, while the ex-vengeance demon and the ex-wiccan shared the next bed over. Finally Willow got the courage to speak up.
"Badness is coming isn't it? You guys had the same dream I did, didn't you?" Willow began.
"Yes and it was rather unpleasant. I did not enjoy seeing my shopping buddy poking at me with hot pokers." Anya complained.
"When is it all going to end?" Xander asked to no one in particular.
"Hey, did you guys notice that Dawn wasn't wearing a shirt last night when she ran in here? I know that shouldn't have been thing to notice, but it was kind of strange. It would be one thing if she had been working out, but she had a skirt and heeled boots on. You don't think Spike, you know, tried to rape her or anything, do you?"
"Remember what Dawn said though. She said it wasn't his fault. That and even when Spike was the king prick of all vampires, from what I read - stop smirking An - Spike was never big with the rape, he was more for the mass murdering quick kill kind of thing." Xander responded.
"We have no idea what Spike is now though, Xander. Does he still have the soul? Is it the same demon? How strong is he now? I don't think we should speculate until we talk to Dawn. It just seems that every time we assume something it blows up in our faces." Anya replied.
"Anya's right. We need to have all of the information before we start on a man hunt. Spike has been our friend for the last six years. Actually, I kind of considered him a friend when he was still a vampire." Willow added.
"There is just so many ways that this is messed up. I mean Spike worked so hard to become human, sacrificed so many things, just to have it all blow up in his face a few years later." Xander said.
"Sounds like Spike's MO to me. I mean he always had these grand schemes and they always backfired, I suppose this isn't any different." Anya said thoughtfully.
"You guys want to go ahead and get some grub? There is no way I can go back to sleep after that house of horrors sequence." Willow said, wanting to end the conversation before she completely broke down into tears.
The three friends then hurriedly dressed and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat.
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Buffy stared at the ceiling. She hadn't moved from that position in nearly five hours. Her mind was racing. It seemed like every time she told herself that things couldn't get any worse, they immediately got worse. Be careful for what you wish for she thought to herself bitterly. All of these years she scoffed at her poor sweet William because he wasn't her 'evil' vampire anymore. And now he truly is her evil vampire once more. Only actually really evil this time, and without a chip. She worried about having to kill him, she was afraid it would be like Angel all over again. She wouldn't be able to do it, and Spike would end up killing one of her friends.
She loved Spike so much, and she never had the chance to tell him the way she wanted to. That wasn't true, she had had a million chances and she never did. She always thought that there would be another day to do it. Her masterful skills in the art of procrastination backfired a little on her this time. The next time she saw Spike it would be more likely that she would be putting a stake through his heart than confessing her undying love for him.
Poor Dawn, Buffy thought. She should have never left her and Julia alone. Who knows what Spike did to her? Buffy knew that Dawn was in love with Spike, it had progressed far beyond a crush years ago. And she truly felt sorry for Dawn, and she understood why her younger sister was so bitter towards her. Spike had been the major point of their arguments over the last few years. It was a sick and weird triangle that Buffy had never figured out. She was glad that Dawn was OK, Dawn was going to live and that was what mattered.
Buffy then thought about Julia. What was she going to tell her daughter if she had to kill Jules' father? 'Sorry I killed your Daddy honey, he was a bad man.' But that wasn't true, Spike/William the person wasn't bad, he was actually a pretty great guy. It was the damn demon festering in there was mucking everything up for everyone.
Buffy knew that the sooner Dawn spilled her tale about the previous evenings events, the sooner that the scoobies plus extended members would have at least a little to go on. With that she slowly got dressed and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.
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Gunn and Fred were doing their morning stretches. Usually they would go for a two mile jog, but seeing how everyone was on house arrest, they cooperatively stayed in their room to exercise. They both felt like outsiders. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. They were both on friendly terms with Dawn and Spike, but they had never shared more than a few words with Xander, Willow, Anya, or Buffy. Well, Fred had talked to Willow a few times and found her fascinating, but the others just seemed odd to her.
"So let me get this straight. I swear I will get it right this time." Gunn began. "The red head used to do magic, but she killed some dude in a magic induced rage after he killed her lover."
"Good sweetie." Fred said supportively.
"The blond used to be a vengeance demon and she was going to marry the other dude with them, but they didn't and now they just date?"
"Yep."
"That guy Xander, he's doesn't have any freakish super human powers, right?"
"Normal like us."
"I wouldn't go that far. I thought Angel was kind of weird, but these guys are freaks beyond freaks. The slayer had a kid with Spike, but she kicked his ass to the curb and he started going out with the little sister, but then they broke up?"
"Afraid so. It's all very confusing to me too."
"I dunno, those Summer's girls are pretty hot, I could see how Will would want to taste a little of both worlds. Although I can't see how geeky Will ever got laid." Gunn said mischievously.
Fred playfully hit her boyfriend and the two wrestled to the ground. Needless to say, they did not make it down the stairs any time soon.
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Wesley and Giles were holed up in the archives room. Ancient scrolls and texts were tossed throughout the room. They had both come to respect Spike as a scholar and both had sorely wished he had been there to help them.
"This would be so much easier if Spike was here." Wesley said, tossing a very heavy book into the discard pile.
"Well, if Spike were here, we wouldn't need to be doing this." Giles responded dryly.
"I had never seen anything like it though Rupert. Spike would pick up a text with an old forgotten language he had never seen before and would be able to decipher it correctly within a matter of hours. He was quite literally a genius. He read and spoke over thirty languages, and those were just the ones I knew of."
"Yes, Spike in his human form was quite a modest chap. So many times we would have been lost without him."
The two watchers sighed and began digging through more books. Soon Wesley motioned for Giles to put his book down.
"I think I know why Spike appears to be even more violent than he was before."
"Why is it I don't think I'm going to like the sound of this." Giles replied, taking his glasses off to clean them.
"This is an account of a vampire, Marcus that was given the gift of humanity in the late fourteenth century. He wasn't made human, but through a trial of sorts, his demon was cast away and he was rewarded with a soul. He remained that way for about fifty years until his long lost lover found him and turned him. It says here that when Marcus was turned again that he came back with such rage, that he literally went on to kill over a thousand men within a matter of days, burning entire villages to the ground. An angry mob finally caught up with the overly raged vampire and burned him at the stake."
"Does it say why this Marcus came back so violent?"
Wesley reached over and grabbed another text and skimmed it.
"This is an ancient demon testament of sorts. It's a bible, only for demons, it's half fact, half fiction kind of thing. It says that if a demon of a half breed cannot contain it's host, it's sent to a kind of limbo. It's not exactly hell, but it's not exactly a picnic either. It's more or less tortured for not being able to keep a hold of its host. I guess, that luckily for us, Spike has only been human for approximately six years, so there might still be a chance to save his humanity."
"How far are we willing to go to save Spike though? I think that's the question we need to sort through when we talk to the others later."
Wesley and Giles stared at one another glumly before attempting to research for more information.
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Connor and Lorne were in the basement double checking all the barricades to the sewer and doing a weapons inventory.
"Could you read Dawn at all?" Connor asked hopefully.
"Kiddo, there were so many vibes in that room last night, that I often couldn't keep straight what I was thinking, let alone anyone else."
"I just worry about her. I know she hasn't had it easy. Dawn's been trying to keep it together for so many years because of her crazy sister that I'm just afraid that she's just going to break."
"Dawn's a strong kid. She'll pull through this. Spike is the one I'm worried about." Lorne replied.
"I always liked him. Even when I first came back here and still didn't trust demons. I know he was human when I first met him, but he really proved to me that demons could change and not all of them were evil and wanted to destroy the world."
"Spike taught us all a lot about ourselves. He was truly gifted with his insight. I just can't believe this is happening. Who would have thought that we would be barricading ourselves in the hotel and hiding from Will?"
"I know it's not funny, but it is a little." Connor chuckled. "Two weeks ago the worst thing that Will could do was threaten to give us a paper cut with one of his musty old books, and now, well I think even Dad is scared for all of us."
"Angel and Spike have been through more than any of us will comprehend. I trust that if Angel fears Spike, then there truly is something to fear." Lorne said.
With that the two continued there respective jobs, not looking forward to all the tears and anguish that would surely follow in the up coming days. They were also not fully prepared to deal with the fact that they indeed might have to kill someone that was once a good friend of theirs.
Dawn woke the next morning in the Fred's old room. The memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She felt as if she was going to vomit when she thought about Spike's razor sharp fangs slicing through her neck. The sickening sound of him guzzling her blood chilled her to the bone. Her hand reached to feel where he had bitten her. Much to her surprise she only felt two small puncture wounds that had already scarred over. Over the years Dawn had read numerous vampire erotica novels, and they always raved about how erotic it was to be bitten. Dawn had felt nothing even close to arousal when Spike had sunk his teeth in her. She felt fear and betrayal with a hint of bitterness that she so willingly threw herself into Spike's arms. She should have known better the moment Spike had said he wanted her. There had been times when he had settled for her, but Spike had always been in love with her sister.
Dawn was silently cursing who ever it was that had healed her. She wasn't supposed to feel good, she was supposed to either be in extreme anguish and pain, or dead. She had betrayed Buffy in the worst way imaginable, and she had almost gotten Julia killed in the process. Dawn was in the mood to punish herself for her selfish actions, not to have woken up that morning, physically feeling refreshed.
She hung her head low as she made her way to the shower. She didn't want to have to make eye contact in case she ran into someone on the way to the bathroom. She felt dirty and violated. She made her way to the bathroom and peeled her still bloodied clothes from her body. She reached over and turned on the water as hot as it would go. Dawn meticulously pulled her long hair back and stared at the bite mark. It was pale and shaped like two half moons. It was slightly raised and Dawn knew it would never completely fade away. She was disgusted with herself for fantasizing about Spike biting her when she had been a teenager and he was still a vampire. She looked at her face, there were dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were blood shot from crying so much.
Dawn stepped into the shower and attempted to scrub the guilt away from her body. She scrubbed until it was almost raw and pink. She could feel his kisses and caresses all over her body and she hated it. She had willingly let him do it. She was so blind to what he really was that he didn't even have to attempt to force himself on her. She had readily let Spike undress her. Dawn felt sick once more and stumbled out of the shower in time to empty the contents of her stomach in the toilet. With the shower still going, a cold, wet, naked Dawn crawled to the corner of the bathroom. She sat there on the cold tile, her knees pulled up to her chin, her hands covering her face. She had finally lost it.
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Angel and Cordelia were laying in bed while Julia slept soundly. What Cordelia has seen through Dawn's eyes was too disturbing to keep to herself. She had seen whatever had been going through the younger woman's mind at the time of Spike's assault. It truly was weep worthy. She finally decided to confide in her best friend and lover. After she was done telling her sordid tale to Angel he just stared at his dark haired beauty in disbelief.
"Oh, Dawn." Was all he could say at first.
"Angel, what are we going to do? Buffy's already a little cracked, she is going to be completely gone when she finds out what happened between Dawn and Spike."
"I'll talk to Dawn in a few minutes. Hopefully no one else noticed that she ran in here last night only wearing a bra."
"It's not just Buffy though. Dawn is mentally torturing herself over everything. She's been letting all of this build up over the course of the last decade. It really started with Glory and her guilt over being the cause of Buffy's death. She blames herself enough as it is over Spike and Buffy's strained relationship. I think last night may have put her in overload. She thinks she's the reason that Spike's apartment building got torched, she's the reason that Julia's life was put in danger. I wouldn't be surprised if she believed that she was responsible for Spike getting turned. God Angel, I thought you beat yourself up a lot. You have nothing on this girl."
"None of us ever bothered to see it. I guess we all took happy understanding Dawn for granted. She knew we all had our own problems, and she didn't want to burden any of us. We never took her relationship with Spike seriously, or her feelings for him, for that matter."
"Honey, the only thing we can do now is go from here. We need to help her get through this. What if our last resort is to stake Spike? The only thing left of that girl will be a shell if we don't do something."
"I just want to be so pissed at something right now, but there is nothing to direct the anger towards. We have no idea what happened, what's going to happen, or how we're going to deal with it. I'm just so frustrated right now. Spike's a vamp again, Buffy's damn near catatonic, Dawn has a masochist complex at the moment, and we have a hotel full of people that can't leave."
"I would say 'just calm down and breath' but I guess that would really work out all that well for you. Why don't you go wake Dawn up, that way we can talk to her before she has to make her group speech later this morning."
Angel somberly nodded and kissed his girl before he made his way to Dawn's room.
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It was about 6:30 am. Too early to get up, but too late to go back to sleep. Willow, Anya, and Xander stared at one another in uncomfortable silence for a few moments. They had all had the same dream about their dear friend William torturing and killing them, and they all woke with a start at the same time. Xander was in the bed closest to the door, while the ex-vengeance demon and the ex-wiccan shared the next bed over. Finally Willow got the courage to speak up.
"Badness is coming isn't it? You guys had the same dream I did, didn't you?" Willow began.
"Yes and it was rather unpleasant. I did not enjoy seeing my shopping buddy poking at me with hot pokers." Anya complained.
"When is it all going to end?" Xander asked to no one in particular.
"Hey, did you guys notice that Dawn wasn't wearing a shirt last night when she ran in here? I know that shouldn't have been thing to notice, but it was kind of strange. It would be one thing if she had been working out, but she had a skirt and heeled boots on. You don't think Spike, you know, tried to rape her or anything, do you?"
"Remember what Dawn said though. She said it wasn't his fault. That and even when Spike was the king prick of all vampires, from what I read - stop smirking An - Spike was never big with the rape, he was more for the mass murdering quick kill kind of thing." Xander responded.
"We have no idea what Spike is now though, Xander. Does he still have the soul? Is it the same demon? How strong is he now? I don't think we should speculate until we talk to Dawn. It just seems that every time we assume something it blows up in our faces." Anya replied.
"Anya's right. We need to have all of the information before we start on a man hunt. Spike has been our friend for the last six years. Actually, I kind of considered him a friend when he was still a vampire." Willow added.
"There is just so many ways that this is messed up. I mean Spike worked so hard to become human, sacrificed so many things, just to have it all blow up in his face a few years later." Xander said.
"Sounds like Spike's MO to me. I mean he always had these grand schemes and they always backfired, I suppose this isn't any different." Anya said thoughtfully.
"You guys want to go ahead and get some grub? There is no way I can go back to sleep after that house of horrors sequence." Willow said, wanting to end the conversation before she completely broke down into tears.
The three friends then hurriedly dressed and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat.
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Buffy stared at the ceiling. She hadn't moved from that position in nearly five hours. Her mind was racing. It seemed like every time she told herself that things couldn't get any worse, they immediately got worse. Be careful for what you wish for she thought to herself bitterly. All of these years she scoffed at her poor sweet William because he wasn't her 'evil' vampire anymore. And now he truly is her evil vampire once more. Only actually really evil this time, and without a chip. She worried about having to kill him, she was afraid it would be like Angel all over again. She wouldn't be able to do it, and Spike would end up killing one of her friends.
She loved Spike so much, and she never had the chance to tell him the way she wanted to. That wasn't true, she had had a million chances and she never did. She always thought that there would be another day to do it. Her masterful skills in the art of procrastination backfired a little on her this time. The next time she saw Spike it would be more likely that she would be putting a stake through his heart than confessing her undying love for him.
Poor Dawn, Buffy thought. She should have never left her and Julia alone. Who knows what Spike did to her? Buffy knew that Dawn was in love with Spike, it had progressed far beyond a crush years ago. And she truly felt sorry for Dawn, and she understood why her younger sister was so bitter towards her. Spike had been the major point of their arguments over the last few years. It was a sick and weird triangle that Buffy had never figured out. She was glad that Dawn was OK, Dawn was going to live and that was what mattered.
Buffy then thought about Julia. What was she going to tell her daughter if she had to kill Jules' father? 'Sorry I killed your Daddy honey, he was a bad man.' But that wasn't true, Spike/William the person wasn't bad, he was actually a pretty great guy. It was the damn demon festering in there was mucking everything up for everyone.
Buffy knew that the sooner Dawn spilled her tale about the previous evenings events, the sooner that the scoobies plus extended members would have at least a little to go on. With that she slowly got dressed and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.
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Gunn and Fred were doing their morning stretches. Usually they would go for a two mile jog, but seeing how everyone was on house arrest, they cooperatively stayed in their room to exercise. They both felt like outsiders. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. They were both on friendly terms with Dawn and Spike, but they had never shared more than a few words with Xander, Willow, Anya, or Buffy. Well, Fred had talked to Willow a few times and found her fascinating, but the others just seemed odd to her.
"So let me get this straight. I swear I will get it right this time." Gunn began. "The red head used to do magic, but she killed some dude in a magic induced rage after he killed her lover."
"Good sweetie." Fred said supportively.
"The blond used to be a vengeance demon and she was going to marry the other dude with them, but they didn't and now they just date?"
"Yep."
"That guy Xander, he's doesn't have any freakish super human powers, right?"
"Normal like us."
"I wouldn't go that far. I thought Angel was kind of weird, but these guys are freaks beyond freaks. The slayer had a kid with Spike, but she kicked his ass to the curb and he started going out with the little sister, but then they broke up?"
"Afraid so. It's all very confusing to me too."
"I dunno, those Summer's girls are pretty hot, I could see how Will would want to taste a little of both worlds. Although I can't see how geeky Will ever got laid." Gunn said mischievously.
Fred playfully hit her boyfriend and the two wrestled to the ground. Needless to say, they did not make it down the stairs any time soon.
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Wesley and Giles were holed up in the archives room. Ancient scrolls and texts were tossed throughout the room. They had both come to respect Spike as a scholar and both had sorely wished he had been there to help them.
"This would be so much easier if Spike was here." Wesley said, tossing a very heavy book into the discard pile.
"Well, if Spike were here, we wouldn't need to be doing this." Giles responded dryly.
"I had never seen anything like it though Rupert. Spike would pick up a text with an old forgotten language he had never seen before and would be able to decipher it correctly within a matter of hours. He was quite literally a genius. He read and spoke over thirty languages, and those were just the ones I knew of."
"Yes, Spike in his human form was quite a modest chap. So many times we would have been lost without him."
The two watchers sighed and began digging through more books. Soon Wesley motioned for Giles to put his book down.
"I think I know why Spike appears to be even more violent than he was before."
"Why is it I don't think I'm going to like the sound of this." Giles replied, taking his glasses off to clean them.
"This is an account of a vampire, Marcus that was given the gift of humanity in the late fourteenth century. He wasn't made human, but through a trial of sorts, his demon was cast away and he was rewarded with a soul. He remained that way for about fifty years until his long lost lover found him and turned him. It says here that when Marcus was turned again that he came back with such rage, that he literally went on to kill over a thousand men within a matter of days, burning entire villages to the ground. An angry mob finally caught up with the overly raged vampire and burned him at the stake."
"Does it say why this Marcus came back so violent?"
Wesley reached over and grabbed another text and skimmed it.
"This is an ancient demon testament of sorts. It's a bible, only for demons, it's half fact, half fiction kind of thing. It says that if a demon of a half breed cannot contain it's host, it's sent to a kind of limbo. It's not exactly hell, but it's not exactly a picnic either. It's more or less tortured for not being able to keep a hold of its host. I guess, that luckily for us, Spike has only been human for approximately six years, so there might still be a chance to save his humanity."
"How far are we willing to go to save Spike though? I think that's the question we need to sort through when we talk to the others later."
Wesley and Giles stared at one another glumly before attempting to research for more information.
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Connor and Lorne were in the basement double checking all the barricades to the sewer and doing a weapons inventory.
"Could you read Dawn at all?" Connor asked hopefully.
"Kiddo, there were so many vibes in that room last night, that I often couldn't keep straight what I was thinking, let alone anyone else."
"I just worry about her. I know she hasn't had it easy. Dawn's been trying to keep it together for so many years because of her crazy sister that I'm just afraid that she's just going to break."
"Dawn's a strong kid. She'll pull through this. Spike is the one I'm worried about." Lorne replied.
"I always liked him. Even when I first came back here and still didn't trust demons. I know he was human when I first met him, but he really proved to me that demons could change and not all of them were evil and wanted to destroy the world."
"Spike taught us all a lot about ourselves. He was truly gifted with his insight. I just can't believe this is happening. Who would have thought that we would be barricading ourselves in the hotel and hiding from Will?"
"I know it's not funny, but it is a little." Connor chuckled. "Two weeks ago the worst thing that Will could do was threaten to give us a paper cut with one of his musty old books, and now, well I think even Dad is scared for all of us."
"Angel and Spike have been through more than any of us will comprehend. I trust that if Angel fears Spike, then there truly is something to fear." Lorne said.
With that the two continued there respective jobs, not looking forward to all the tears and anguish that would surely follow in the up coming days. They were also not fully prepared to deal with the fact that they indeed might have to kill someone that was once a good friend of theirs.