Ch. 2 Not Hell, but Oh So Close. . .

A/N: Whoopee! See, you make me happy, I write more. Common laws of Me-ism. Learn 'em!!! Thanks to William's Girl, my first reviewer. I love your story!!! Very cool. . . OK, I'm giddy, and therefor becoming semi-insane. Don't mind me, it's a caffiene thing. Or, as my friend Kelsey would say every time she happens upon a coke, "Caffiene, Caffiene, CAFFIENE!!!" Ya know, she might even be more insane than me. . .

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Drusilla stared down upon the little girl whom her precious Angelus had happened upon. She knew there was something different about this girl, almost as if. . .

*Ooh! The gods hath rained down upon us and sent us the Light! Musn't tell Daddy, no. T'would ruin all his plans. . . Stars in the night crashing into the sea, down, down, down*

Dru giggled and twirled around again.

Buffy looked around her for about 5 seconds, then tried to break free into a run.

"Ah, ah, ah, lass. Where do ye think you're off to?"

Buffy found that she couldn't even loosen the grip on her arm and began to panic.

*What the hell?!*

"Stop struggling, girl, and tell me your name."

Buffy looked up into his face and spit. Angelus quickly brought a slap across her face and chastised her.

"I asked ye a question, and I intend fer it to be answered."

"Go to hell."

Darla's smirk seemed to just get wider. "I like her. Fire and spunk."

Spike looked over at the girl standing next to his sire and almost cringed, their was so much hate in her eyes. *She'd make a might good vampire, though*

He walked over to her and raised an eyebrow, and then turned back towards Angelus.

"And you say *I* bring trouble. You had to do something bloody terrible to this chit if she hates you THIS much."

"Lets go. If the lass doesn't want to answer the question, I can't make her. Oh, wait. I can."

Angelus had put on an evil grin that sent Buffy trembling in her much-too-tight shoes. *What is it with people wanting small feet?!*

Angelus scooped her up and carried her down a dark ally, Buffy kicking and *trying* to scream the whole way.

He led them through a few more allies, and then they went into an old wharehouse on the port. He dumped her down beside a wall and chained her to it.

"Watch her." He growled to the others. He then grabbed Spike and led him back out of the wharehouse.

Darla just looked at him and rolled her eyes, but Dru walked over to her slowly and then leaned down in front of her.

"Lost little girl. I know where you're from; who you are. You don't belong here."

Buffy looked up at her with a stunned look on her face, but she quickly covered it.

"What makes you think that?"

Drusilla laughed. "Don't question me, little one, I just know. Your essence is trapped, screaming to be free. A warrior of light caged inside of a weakling's body. Oh, yes, I see you."

She looked over at Darla, who was making no attempt to veil the fact that she had been eavesdropping.

"Grand-mum, shall we have a party? The cat has gone and the mice shall play, for there shall be no death today! Daddy has gone with my prince to find some yummy food, for tonight there shall be fun for all!"

She then turned back to Buffy, and said softly, and almost sadly, "The caged birdie shall not fly away today, but maybe she'll sing us a pretty little song. . ."

It wasn't the fact that she was chained up in a torture-happy demon's lair that scared Buffy, but the fact that Drusilla seemed to know everything about her, and strangely, seemed almost to be reluctant to tell.

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Willow walked towards Buffy's house with a quiet resolve. It had been two days since anyone had seen Buffy, and Willow had rushed over to Buffy's house as soon as she was released from the hospital.

As Willow walked up the front steps, she recognized the vague sounds of someone crying on the other side of the door. She pushed it open when no one answered, and quietly walked towards the sobs coming from the living room.

"I *sob* pushed her away! Oh, God, how could I?!"

"Miss Summers?"

A red-faced Joyce looked up at Willow, only to put her head back down in her lap and sobbed even louder.

"Miss Summers, what's wrong? Have you seen Buffy?"

Willow's scattered brain made for uneven sentences and thought-processes, but she couldn't bear to think that maybe Joyce was crying because Buffy had left. . . No. That was thinking of the not-allowed variety.

"She's *sniff* GONE! I told her. . . 'If you go out that door, don't even think of--'"

Joyce once again burst into tears.

"Don't even what?"

Joyce looked up at the red-head and quietly whispered: "Come back."

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A/N: As happy as I am that someone reviewed, I am completely unsatisfied. *Humph* I'm a spoiled little bint, but that's beside the point. Plz review, I love to hear what you think. There's a Spike-bot in it for ya. . .

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Andi

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