Dancing on the Edge: 3
A/N: Hi all. Sorry it took me so long to update. I was busy with my other story. I want to again say thanks for the reviews. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Btvs
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Chapter 3:
Spike groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
He abruptly closed then again as pain bloomed. He wondered what had happe-
Blinking it all came back to him and sitting up regardless the pain he jumped to his feet.
"Buffy?" he yelled urgently as he swayed and almost fell leaving the bedroom, he felt as if he were about to pass out. He wondered what Ripper had done to him.
He closed his eyes as he spotted Buffy slumped over in one of the seats.
"Buffy," he moaned and watched as she stirred.
She opened her eyes and he relaxed enough to sink into the nearest seat.
"W...William?" Buffy asked as she sat up, a hand pressed to her brow. "Are you okay?"
Spike blinked rapidly before he licked his dry lips and let out a deep sigh.
"You alright?" he finally asked.
He watched as she made her way to him and settled down next to him.
"What happened?" Buffy asked, continually rubbing her head.
Spike frowned, thinking about Ripper.
He had been surprised and unprepared, as he'd walked into the bedroom only to find Ripper there. He had forgotten Ripper was the best at what he did. Black magiks was his specialty.
There had been no talking as a brief struggle ensued which Spike had obviously lost, by the evidence of his huge headache.
Which meant while he was knocked out Buffy had been alone. The thought of her alone with a man like Ripper had him shoving aside the pain and really looking at her.
She sat; eyes closed a pinched, pained expression on her pretty face.
He could see no bruises on her exposed skin, but that didn't mean she didn't have any.
"Did he hurt you?! Touch you? I swear if he laid one han-"
"No!" Buffy replied a tad too quickly. Opened her eyes. "No, I went to check on you, I wanted to talk to you about Terri..."
She paused and he could see her trying to compose her thoughts as she thought about her missing daughter.
Buffy avoided Spike's keen gaze as she tried to assemble her thoughts enough, so that what she said didn't come off as a complete and utter fabrication.
"I walked in and saw you unconscious. I tried to run but he grabbed me and I felt a blow to the back of my head and the next thing I know is you were calling my name."
She made herself look at him and tried to convey her sincerest expression.
She wasn't a liar by nature and she knew she wasn't very good at it. She didn't like lying to him as he was putting his life on the line for Terri as well as for her. He didn't have to and she suspected this would cost him more than it would her. The Council wanted him badly.
Wanted him and the next Slayer.
A shudder racked her body as she thought of her daughter. She was one of these Slayers' but they wanted nothing to do with her. Terri was tainted. She had no idea what they would do to her daughter if she did not go through with this.
This was for Terri. She was only doing what any mother would do for their child.
"So he just came here and knocked us both out? We're in the air and-I haven't checked who's flying the plane," Spike suddenly exclaimed and rising he hurried to the cockpit leaving Buffy blessedly alone to gather her thoughts.
Breathing in deeply she closed her eyes and contemplated the task she'd taken upon herself.
Somehow, someway she was supposed to get William to marry her and get pregnant all within a three-month period.
While she was doing that, he had assured her Terri would be safe.
Parts of her desperately wished she could talk to Willow about this, or even tell William about this. But she had been assured if she told any one Terri would die and she couldn't chance it.
Spike came back a puzzled look on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.
"It's Harry my pilot. He's headed to our designated destination. What could he-"
"Maybe he wanted something you had?" she offered helpfully.
Watched as a light dawned behind his eyes and he dashed off to the bedroom.
She knew what he would find.
"All of my files are gone," Spike growled as he stalked back in.
Buffy hid a grimace as she lowered her face.
"On what? Who was that man?! Why was he on this plane?! He is obviously dangerous. What is going on? Is he the one who took Terri?!" she suddenly exploded with questions she knew he expected her to ask.
"Hold on," he ordered as he strode back into the bedroom and came back out carrying an empty laptop case.
She watched him dig around as he retook his seat.
"William?"
"Give us a minute."
Finally, he let out a sound of triumph as he gripped a torn and slightly rumpled piece of paper in his fist.
Buffy wondered what it was, and why Ripper had not found it. Whether it would ruin her plans.
"What is that?" she demanded gesturing to the paper.
Spike smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"This is all that's left. This is the ticket to finding and getting Terri back."
"Explain."
"I'll explain when we get there."
~*~
Ripper strode through the halls of the Council Headquarters confident, as he had completed his mission.
Swaggered into the Head Master's office and slammed the door shut.
Tossed his coat at a near by chair, let his eyes narrow and darken as they glanced at the large desk before he took a seat facing it.
"So?"
"Well you can imagine my surprise as I found William with the Summers girl."
Quentin Travers's eyes widened in surprise.
"Already?" he asked stunned.
"Yes. A surprise for me as well. I had thought for sure it would take much more for William to bring himself into the open and become vulnerable again. I waited for them on one of his private jets, took him by surprise. Never mind that though. How are things here?"
"Good, good," Quentin muttered as he clenched his fingers together in excitement.
Ripper studied him a moment before he rose and circled the desk.
"You are in my seat Quentin," he announced.
Quentin immediately rose and retook the seat Ripper had just vacated.
"And as the Head of the Council, it is only fitting that I be the one to bring about the new era of Slayers. And indeed, I have. Buffy as that is her name. Quite an odd name for such a pretty thing. As we have been aware for the last twenty years her family line is able to produce Slayers, all other's have failed but she! She is the one who will usher us into this new era. She belongs rightfully to William not that fool Angel and his spawn. She has readily agreed to marry wayward William."
Ripper paused dramatically.
Waited for the expected reaction.
"Smashing!" Quentin exclaimed.
"Yes. Quite. Not only that but she will bear the rest of the Slayers! The rightful Slayer!"
"Well, I'll be. You have done-done what we never thought possible," Quentin whispered reverently.
Ripper smiled smugly.
"Yes well I'm wonderful and soon to be all powerful aren't I?"
"Yes," Quentin readily agreed. "However did you get William to agree?"
"That does not matter," Ripper snapped rising and wandering over to his bar to pour himself a drink.
"When shall this blessed event occur?" Quentin ventured hesitantly.
"Within three months. She will be married and pregnant."
"How? Er.....not all woman are fertile sir."
"I have given her a special potion; it will enhance the chances of her becoming pregnant."
"Quite wonderful," Quentin gushed.
"Stop kissing my arse you fool," Ripper snarled scowling at the older man. "Get up, show me where that...girl is."
"Yes sir!"
~*~
Ripper opened the door to the room Terri was being kept in and slammed the it shut.
He ducked a flying plate and let the shattered pieces fall harmlessly to the floor behind him.
"Get," Terri, screamed. "You freak, you think I'm going to stay here much longer you'd better think again! My daddy's gonna come save me-"
"Your father is dead," Ripper slashed out coldly. Stalked towards her and gripped her arm. "Never to be seen by you again child. You had best start showing some respect. I will not tolerate you behaving in such a way. You were a guest here. Now I see you have not fully appreciated the way in which you have been treated. Now girl it is time for you to see how we treat such foolish brats such as yourself! You will learn we tolerate little from anyone. Much less a child like yourself. You have the blood of an unholy man in your veins. We will wash it out of you!"
He dragged her along with him as he left the room.
The girl was going to learn a lesson. One way or the other it would be a lesson he would thoroughly enjoy teaching!
A/N: Hi all. Sorry it took me so long to update. I was busy with my other story. I want to again say thanks for the reviews. Enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Btvs
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Chapter 3:
Spike groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
He abruptly closed then again as pain bloomed. He wondered what had happe-
Blinking it all came back to him and sitting up regardless the pain he jumped to his feet.
"Buffy?" he yelled urgently as he swayed and almost fell leaving the bedroom, he felt as if he were about to pass out. He wondered what Ripper had done to him.
He closed his eyes as he spotted Buffy slumped over in one of the seats.
"Buffy," he moaned and watched as she stirred.
She opened her eyes and he relaxed enough to sink into the nearest seat.
"W...William?" Buffy asked as she sat up, a hand pressed to her brow. "Are you okay?"
Spike blinked rapidly before he licked his dry lips and let out a deep sigh.
"You alright?" he finally asked.
He watched as she made her way to him and settled down next to him.
"What happened?" Buffy asked, continually rubbing her head.
Spike frowned, thinking about Ripper.
He had been surprised and unprepared, as he'd walked into the bedroom only to find Ripper there. He had forgotten Ripper was the best at what he did. Black magiks was his specialty.
There had been no talking as a brief struggle ensued which Spike had obviously lost, by the evidence of his huge headache.
Which meant while he was knocked out Buffy had been alone. The thought of her alone with a man like Ripper had him shoving aside the pain and really looking at her.
She sat; eyes closed a pinched, pained expression on her pretty face.
He could see no bruises on her exposed skin, but that didn't mean she didn't have any.
"Did he hurt you?! Touch you? I swear if he laid one han-"
"No!" Buffy replied a tad too quickly. Opened her eyes. "No, I went to check on you, I wanted to talk to you about Terri..."
She paused and he could see her trying to compose her thoughts as she thought about her missing daughter.
Buffy avoided Spike's keen gaze as she tried to assemble her thoughts enough, so that what she said didn't come off as a complete and utter fabrication.
"I walked in and saw you unconscious. I tried to run but he grabbed me and I felt a blow to the back of my head and the next thing I know is you were calling my name."
She made herself look at him and tried to convey her sincerest expression.
She wasn't a liar by nature and she knew she wasn't very good at it. She didn't like lying to him as he was putting his life on the line for Terri as well as for her. He didn't have to and she suspected this would cost him more than it would her. The Council wanted him badly.
Wanted him and the next Slayer.
A shudder racked her body as she thought of her daughter. She was one of these Slayers' but they wanted nothing to do with her. Terri was tainted. She had no idea what they would do to her daughter if she did not go through with this.
This was for Terri. She was only doing what any mother would do for their child.
"So he just came here and knocked us both out? We're in the air and-I haven't checked who's flying the plane," Spike suddenly exclaimed and rising he hurried to the cockpit leaving Buffy blessedly alone to gather her thoughts.
Breathing in deeply she closed her eyes and contemplated the task she'd taken upon herself.
Somehow, someway she was supposed to get William to marry her and get pregnant all within a three-month period.
While she was doing that, he had assured her Terri would be safe.
Parts of her desperately wished she could talk to Willow about this, or even tell William about this. But she had been assured if she told any one Terri would die and she couldn't chance it.
Spike came back a puzzled look on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.
"It's Harry my pilot. He's headed to our designated destination. What could he-"
"Maybe he wanted something you had?" she offered helpfully.
Watched as a light dawned behind his eyes and he dashed off to the bedroom.
She knew what he would find.
"All of my files are gone," Spike growled as he stalked back in.
Buffy hid a grimace as she lowered her face.
"On what? Who was that man?! Why was he on this plane?! He is obviously dangerous. What is going on? Is he the one who took Terri?!" she suddenly exploded with questions she knew he expected her to ask.
"Hold on," he ordered as he strode back into the bedroom and came back out carrying an empty laptop case.
She watched him dig around as he retook his seat.
"William?"
"Give us a minute."
Finally, he let out a sound of triumph as he gripped a torn and slightly rumpled piece of paper in his fist.
Buffy wondered what it was, and why Ripper had not found it. Whether it would ruin her plans.
"What is that?" she demanded gesturing to the paper.
Spike smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"This is all that's left. This is the ticket to finding and getting Terri back."
"Explain."
"I'll explain when we get there."
~*~
Ripper strode through the halls of the Council Headquarters confident, as he had completed his mission.
Swaggered into the Head Master's office and slammed the door shut.
Tossed his coat at a near by chair, let his eyes narrow and darken as they glanced at the large desk before he took a seat facing it.
"So?"
"Well you can imagine my surprise as I found William with the Summers girl."
Quentin Travers's eyes widened in surprise.
"Already?" he asked stunned.
"Yes. A surprise for me as well. I had thought for sure it would take much more for William to bring himself into the open and become vulnerable again. I waited for them on one of his private jets, took him by surprise. Never mind that though. How are things here?"
"Good, good," Quentin muttered as he clenched his fingers together in excitement.
Ripper studied him a moment before he rose and circled the desk.
"You are in my seat Quentin," he announced.
Quentin immediately rose and retook the seat Ripper had just vacated.
"And as the Head of the Council, it is only fitting that I be the one to bring about the new era of Slayers. And indeed, I have. Buffy as that is her name. Quite an odd name for such a pretty thing. As we have been aware for the last twenty years her family line is able to produce Slayers, all other's have failed but she! She is the one who will usher us into this new era. She belongs rightfully to William not that fool Angel and his spawn. She has readily agreed to marry wayward William."
Ripper paused dramatically.
Waited for the expected reaction.
"Smashing!" Quentin exclaimed.
"Yes. Quite. Not only that but she will bear the rest of the Slayers! The rightful Slayer!"
"Well, I'll be. You have done-done what we never thought possible," Quentin whispered reverently.
Ripper smiled smugly.
"Yes well I'm wonderful and soon to be all powerful aren't I?"
"Yes," Quentin readily agreed. "However did you get William to agree?"
"That does not matter," Ripper snapped rising and wandering over to his bar to pour himself a drink.
"When shall this blessed event occur?" Quentin ventured hesitantly.
"Within three months. She will be married and pregnant."
"How? Er.....not all woman are fertile sir."
"I have given her a special potion; it will enhance the chances of her becoming pregnant."
"Quite wonderful," Quentin gushed.
"Stop kissing my arse you fool," Ripper snarled scowling at the older man. "Get up, show me where that...girl is."
"Yes sir!"
~*~
Ripper opened the door to the room Terri was being kept in and slammed the it shut.
He ducked a flying plate and let the shattered pieces fall harmlessly to the floor behind him.
"Get," Terri, screamed. "You freak, you think I'm going to stay here much longer you'd better think again! My daddy's gonna come save me-"
"Your father is dead," Ripper slashed out coldly. Stalked towards her and gripped her arm. "Never to be seen by you again child. You had best start showing some respect. I will not tolerate you behaving in such a way. You were a guest here. Now I see you have not fully appreciated the way in which you have been treated. Now girl it is time for you to see how we treat such foolish brats such as yourself! You will learn we tolerate little from anyone. Much less a child like yourself. You have the blood of an unholy man in your veins. We will wash it out of you!"
He dragged her along with him as he left the room.
The girl was going to learn a lesson. One way or the other it would be a lesson he would thoroughly enjoy teaching!