Chapter Six
(I'm back. Contain your excitement, please. ;). After a week at the Happiest Place on Earth, you kind of wanna stab yourself in the eye with a plastic fork. I actually didn't get to write much. But I had ideas. So, shall the story continue?)
Buffy woke up early the next morning and it was still cloudy. She looked over at the clock. She had only been asleep for two hours, she reached over to feel for Spike, but was rudely greeted by nothing. She sat up and looked around for him. "Spike!" She whispered hoarsely, she didn't want to seem too worried, plus she didn't want any of her friends or Dawn to wake up.
"What?" he mumbled.
She looked over the side of the bed on saw him asleep on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Sleeping," he replied.
"I meant on the floor."
"Sleeping," he replied again and yawned. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked up at her. "What's up, love? Time for a little early morning action, is it?"
She rolled her eyes at him and he smirked. "Shut up," but she smiled anyway. He lied flat on his back and closed his eyes. "What? Are you too tired for a smart-ass remark?"
A small smile crept across his face. "I was up late last night." Buffy reddened. Their romp in the lake ended with them skinny-dipping and a very satisfying shag in the lake. They had crept inside after they were sure everyone was asleep. Buffy had to admit, as much as she hated hiding and lying to her friends, she kind liked having something all to herself, even if it was Spike. Sometimes, she thought about telling them all. Tara already knew and she was fine with it. Of course, Tara was a sweetheart and more understanding than Xander and Willow. She was pretty sure Anya wouldn't care much either and Dawn would probably be ecstatic. Maybe I will tell them. She thought smiling. It's not like they approved of Angel wholly either. Then again, Angel had a soul. Spike did have the chip, and he fought along side them and took care of Dawn while she was gone.
"What are you smiling about, love?" Spike asked.
"What?" Buffy shook herself out of her thoughts.
Spike shook his head, "Nothing." He looked up at the window. "Still raining. Guess you'll all have to stay inside again. Damn."
"Oh, admit it," Buffy said playfully. "You liked having us all inside to keep you company."
"No I didn't," he protested. "But I liked it better than watching you all frolic around outside," he said lowly.
She frowned. Dawn was right, he was melancholy the other day. "I'll stay inside with you anyway," she told him.
"You will?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
They lied there for another hour or so, before Buffy got up to take a shower. Spike heard her walk into Dawn's room and soon he heard the water running. He got up to his feet and looked out the window at the dreary, cloud covered sky. He breathed in, it smelled like wet dirt and Pine-Sol, like Red had commented earlier. He furrowed his brows. Something was off.
"Hey," Buffy said coming back into the room with damp hair and new clothes. "How's it look outside?"
"Shh," he said. "Someone's here."
Buffy walked over to the window. "Who?"
"Not sure," he glanced at her and smirked.
"What?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her shirt. It read, 'Sexy Bitch'. "Been saying that for years, love."
She glared at him. "Shut up. I'm going downstairs. You... get dressed." She closed the door.
Spike threw on a black shirt and his black pants that were draped over the footboard. Dawn's shrill scream sent Spike running out of the room and he burst into the living room where Buffy, Xander and Anya were fighting off what looked like a moose. But like the demon squirrel before, It had glowing read eyes. Moose were big animals anyway, but this one seemed massive, almost reaching the twelve foot high vaulted ceiling. "Buffy!" He yelled as the demon moose charged at her. He pushed her out of the way and the demon moose barreled into him, sending Spike flying upwards. He landed on the ground next to Dawn and Tara with a sickening thud. Buffy jumped on its back but it bucked her off and she crashed into Xander.
Buffy scrambled to her feet before the moose started it's attack on Anya and Willow. Suddenly a barrier went up in front of the witch and ex-demon. Buffy took a step back, surprised, and looked at Willow who looked just as shocked. Buffy looked over at Tara. She was holding her hand up, chanting a spell. Dawn was kneeling next to Spike. Buffy wasted no time and grabbed the fireplace poker and jabbed it into the demon moose. It roared and turned away from the two cowering girls and knocked Buffy down. Xander threw her a sword and right before it had a chance to continue it's assault, she lopped it's head off.
"Okay. Is it just me or do all the woodland creatures seem to be really pissed off?" Xander asked no one in particular.
"Xander's right. What's going on?" Anya said.
Buffy looked down at the carcass of the beast. "I dunno." She spun around, "Spike." She rushed to his side, where Dawn was looking over him.
"He's all right," Dawn assured her. "It might just be a concussion."
Buffy caressed Spike's cheek, "Spike?"
The bleach-blond vampire's eyelids fluttered open. "Chase is a foot!" He exclaimed sitting up. He looked around the room at confused faces. He swallowed, "Right." He tried standing up, but his leg was folded under him in an unnatural way. He cried out in pain.
"Don't move," Buffy ordered him. She attempted to straighten out his leg, hearing the bones grind together and Spike's painful groans. The leg was most definitely broken.
"Your leg is broken." She said receiving a look of duh from him. She looked at the group, "We have to get him to a hospital."
"I don't think so. They'll put me in another one of those bloody wheeled contraptions," Spike said. "I can live with the pain."
"Yeah, you look it," Anya said.
"Pain or no pain, Spike. You have to get a doctor to set the leg or else your bones could fuse together wrong," Dawn told him. "I was watching on the Discovery Channel once..."
"Okay! Okay!" Spike said stopping her from continuing her story. Last summer when he had taken care of her, he had been subjected to medical shows amongst other things. And although he was once the scourge of Europe, he found he couldn't completely stomach these programs where surgeries of various things looked a lot like the torture he used to inflict.
"Besides," Xander said. "The van's been tampered with. Someone slashed the tires."
"Slashed the tires? Who would do that?" Willow asked.
"Got me. And we're at least 30 miles from the nearest town," Xander pointed out.
"Guys, the phones have been cut too," Tara spoke up.
"What are we going to do?" Anya asked.
"I'll go get help," Buffy said. "I'm the only one who can make it without tiring much. And I'll take Spike."
"And how do you propose you do that?" Spike asked, still on the floor.
"I don't know. I'll carry you if I have to."
"You most certainly will not. I have my dignity, not much of it is left, but I still have some. You're off your bird if you think I'll let you," Spike told her.
"You're in no position to tell me what to do, Spike. Literally," she said looking down at him. "I'm gonna need a flashlight, a compass..."
"Uh Buffy," Dawn said. "I don't think it's such a good idea for you to be going alone."
"Dawn's right," Willow said. "What if you run into another one of those moose demons?"
"And w-we d-don't even know who's behind this. I think it'd b-be a l-lot safer if we stuck together," Tara suggested.
Buffy conceded. "Fine. Then we'll all go. We can't stay here. Get some stuff together. Jackets, flashlights, food, maybe a tent. Just we can carry," Buffy said. "We'll leave in an hour."
The gang got their stuff together and left. Xander had managed to construct a travois so they could carry Spike on. He was unwillingly to let them drag him along, but after a stern look from Buffy he climbed on without much grumbling.
The Geek Trio watched the Scoobies leave. "Man, Andrew, nice work with the Al'ce demon," Warren complimented.
Andrew blushed, "It was nothing."
"So," Jonathan said looking at the to boys. "What'll we do now?"
Warren smiled sinister-like, "I don't think Buffy and her friends should have too many problems on their hike."
"You don't?"
"No," Warren looked back into his binoculars, "But they're gonna get some anyway."
To Be Continued...
(I'm having the severest case of Writer's Block on this story. The writing gods seem to think that I should suffer for a little while. I'll try and post ASAP, but I'm not sure when. Thanks for all the reviews, I hope you haven't forgotten about me. It's okay if you do though.)
