Daydreams and Demons
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer story by Merrie
Disclaimer: They are mine, didn't you know? At least, that's what the little voice in my head tells me. I like that voice.
Summary: Spike is poisoned by a demon out for revenge. Can he convince Buffy to help him before it's too late?
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn and Maximillian Dominus a little OFC I have created.
Author's Note: You guys rock so much for reviewing my story!! I was sooo worried that no one would like it because this is my first attempt at writing a Buffy fic. Glad to be proved wrong!! As for those of you who liked the Xander, Dawn and Spike scenes, I will include more of them in the future, have no worries. This story is far from over. Again, thank you so much for the reviews!!!
Another thing, this story is un-beta'd, straight from my brain to the page, on to you. So if there are a few grammatical or context errors, you know the reason.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for violence and language.
Chapter Six
Buffy and Willow raced toward the school, every step a little more urgent than the last. "Xander wouldn't have called unless something really bad is happening." Willow said with a tremor in her voice. "What if-" she cut herself off with a shake of her head. "Listen to me, being all doomy and gloomy when I don't even know what's going on yet. Sorry Buffy. I'm just worried."
"I understand. It's ok to be worried. And I don't blame you for being doomy and gloomy either. Surprise visits or phone calls don't usually lead to hugs and puppies with us, Willow." She smiled, trying to make light of the situation despite her own worries and fears. She was the Slayer. She had to be the strong one. Looking up, she let out a sigh of relief as she saw the high school. 'Well, it's still here. That's always a good sign.' She thought, thinking about the times when the school had to be destroyed.
Her slayer senses tingled at what must have been the close proximity of the Hellmouth, for it was day and she didn't see any flaming vampires or wandering demons about. Willow must have noticed her stop to examine her senses, because she stood still beside her elbow waiting for Buffy to say something. "I don't know exactly what I'm feeling. It feels like there's a vampire close by, but since its daylight I think my senses are going wonky cause of the Hellmouth." Buffy said, answering Willow's unasked questions.
"Oh ok. That's good to know I guess. Unless you really are feeling a vampire that is. I mean, almost everywhere in Sunnydale's connected by the sewer tunnels right? That was Mayor Wilkins's plan. And Xander said to meet him in the basement, a basement doesn't usually have windows. Maybe you shouldn't doubt your senses just yet."
Buffy nodded and pulled a stake out of her clothes and shifted the ax she had been carrying into her left hand. Willow didn't see where she had pulled the stake from exactly; she had stopped trying to figure out where Buffy hid all her weapons in her seemingly skin tight outfits long ago. Once Buffy seemed sufficiently armed for what she felt in front of her, the two of them made there way through the new high school's front doors. Once inside, Willow had to stop and look around at all the changes that had so enthralled Buffy a few hours earlier. "I know, it's kinda wiggy isn't it? It's a lot like the old high school, but not, you know?" Buffy commented on seeing her friend's reaction to the new building.
"Yeah, it seems.smaller I guess. Less charred definitely. It almost makes me feel kinda nostalgic. Well, except for all the you know, death."
"Yeah, I don't know. There's just something about high school. When you're there the only thing you can think about is how much you want to leave but when you're in college-"
"You can't help but miss the good times you had spent there." Willow cut in for her friend.
"Yeah, anyway that's enough remembering for now. Let's get down to the basement and find Xander and Dawn." Buffy said, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. She had given the stake she had held in her hand to Willow upon seeing that she hadn't grabbed any weapons, and held the double- headed ax she had brought confidently. 'If anything's happened to Xander or Dawn, there's gonna be hell to pay.' She assured herself as she opened the door leading into the basement.
***
Maximillian near quivered in anticipation at dining in the Slayer's lair later that evening. His plans were working perfectly. The vampire had to pay for what he had done to him. The poison he had given the Caligual demon would certainly kill the vampire eventually, but only if it was consistently administered for a week straight. If not, he could possibly recover, given enough time to do so. Max knew that the vampire would try and seek out the Slayer and her friends. He knew all about this particular demon. Being half demon himself, it hadn't been hard to get information on Spike's deeds in Sunnydale over the past few years. He was disgusted to learn that he had been trying to work for good, and more so that the Slayer accepted his efforts and allowed him to be around her friends. And the fact that he supposedly loved her..that was almost too much to handle. Spike was a vampire. They were incapable of love.
No, he would have to work himself into the Slayer's circle of friends just in case the vampire attempted to contact him. They could not be allowed to help him. He had to die for what he had done. At first he had thought gaining admittance with the Slayer would be difficult. He hadn't considered getting to her through her friends. The witch, Willow, had been touched by dark magic the previous year. She seemed to think that she was free of it, that she at least had it under her control, but when she had first opened herself up to the darker aspects of magic, she had created a place that was vulnerable to beings like him. He had his own magic that he could use to touch that part of her. It allowed him to work his thralls over her with minimal effort. If she hadn't once had dark magic in her soul, she probably would have noticed his magic right away and done something about it. Not, of course, that there was anything she could do to him; he could kill her and her friends without using magic almost as easily as with it, but she might had have a better chance to try and stop him. He smiled again to himself. 'Dinner is certainly going to be interesting.'
***
Xander looked at Dawn strangely before speaking. "Uh Dawn, you do remember that it's Spike we're talking about, right? Spike the vampire?" Dawn nodded and he went on. "Spike the vampire that can't get sick?"
Dawn sighed and spoke. "Yes Xander, I do know that Spike's a vampire, and I also know that vampires are immortal and cannot die, but I also remember that Angel, remember Angel, right? Talk, dark, likes to brood, no happies or evil, known as the poof? Well anyway, I seem to remember him getting poisoned by an arrow. So don't tell me that vampire's can't get sick. And don't talk to me like I don't know anything. I'm not a kid anymore Xander. I know what Buffy does for a living, and I know about vampires. I know that vampires aren't supposed to be warm or sweat either." She gestured at Spike who did indeed had beads of sweat lining his forehead. "But if you have any other explanations as to what's wrong with him, please tell me? I know.I know what he did to Buffy, Xander. You told me, remember? But that doesn't stop him from being my friend. A part of me that's just Buffy's sister wishes that it did, but the rest of me can't. When Buffy was.when she was gone that summer, Spike was the only one who really looked after me." She raised a hand to stop Xander's protestations. "I know the rest of you tried, but you all had your own lives to live. You didn't really have time to deal with the little sister of their dead best friend. Spike wasn't like that. He always put me first, Xander. And nothing that he's done or will do in the future will change that. I'm sorry the two of you have never really got along, I'm even sorrier about what happened between him and Buffy, but there's nothing I can do to change that so I'm not going to try. But I will try to help him. I have to."
While Dawn spoke, Xander could only marvel at the changes in the young woman, he stressed the woman in his mind, which had once seemed so young. The events of the past few years had certainly changed him, why was it so hard to believe that Dawn had changed as well. She was growing up, making her own decisions, her own choices. He didn't necessarily agree with those choices, especially the ones considering blondes that could only come out a night, but he would respect them. For now, at least. 'Besides, Dawn may be right.' He thought, looking over at where Spike lay, still staring at a fixed point in the room without saying a word. 'He certainly doesn't look well.' Out loud he said, "Alright Dawn. I believe you. I don't know what's wrong with him exactly, and I'm not entirely sure I agree that he's sick yet, but there is something definitely wrong with him."
"Wrong with who?" a new voice asked, startling everyone in the room, including Spike, who backed himself against the wall again. The motion in the dark didn't go unnoticed by Buffy, who shined a flashlight she had brought with her in Spike's direction. Like Xander's own encounter, she was greeted by a pair of reflected tawny eyes. Unlike Xander however, she knew exactly what they belonged to and pulled a stake out of a pocket accordingly. What she didn't know however, was who they belonged to.
"Buffy, no! Wait! It's Spike! Please don't hurt him!" Dawn called to her sister upon seeing her pull out the stake.
"Spike? But what is he doing down here? Is this why you called us, Xander?" Willow asked, unaware of the events of the last year. She had been.a little distracted at the time, and no one had remembered that she didn't know what had happened between Spike and Buffy.
"We're not sure, Will, Buff. But listen to Dawn. Something's wrong with him. More wrong than usual. Dawn thinks he might be sick."
Buffy didn't relax her grip on the stake, but she lowered her arm to her side, not moving from a spot positioned close enough to Spike that she could get to him quickly if she had to. "Vampires can't get sick." She said quietly, her eyes not moving from the direction she knew Spike was in. She turned her flashlight away from him, the reflected gold of his eyes wigging her out a little bit. Not that she would admit to it, of course. "Has he said anything to either of you?" She asked Xander and Dawn from over her shoulder, still not turning away from Spike.
"He's talked, but he's not making a whole lot of sense, Buffy. I mean, for a minute there he started to sound like his crazy ex-girlfriend."
"Harmony?" Willow asked.
"No, the other crazy ex. Drusilla." Xander answered with a small smile on his face. "And.he wanted me to stake him." Xander said quietly.
"What?" Dawn yelled at him. "You didn't tell me that!" Neither Dawn nor Xander noticed Spike put his hands over his ears at the sudden loud noise and groan softly.
"I guess.I guess I didn't want you to worry. Besides, it's not like I did it or anything. See? He's still here." He gestured toward Spike, who still had his hands over his ears. "Hey, he moved!" Xander said to Dawn.
"What do you mean, he moved?" Buffy asked. "Was he not moving before?"
"He was kinda.kinda catatonic Buffy. Kinda like you were after." Xander trailed off, not wanting to remind Buffy of the time Dawn was taken.
"Yeah, I waved my hands in front of his eyes and tried to talk to him and everything. He didn't even respond until I put my hand on his cheek. Then he kinda growled at me."
"He did what?" It was Buffy's turn to shout. "If he so much as laid a hand on you, I'll-"
"Buffy! Calm down. It wasn't really a growl.more of a hiss.yeah, a hiss. And he didn't hurt me. See? I'm fine. Besides, I know how to take care of myself, remember? Anyway, that was when I thought he might be sick. When I touched his face, he felt warm Buffy. Not just human warm either, but fever warm. And since I saw his fangs up close and personal, it's a safe bet that he's not human."
Buffy bristled at Dawn's 'up close and personal' viewing of Spike's fangs, but let it pass for now.
"If he's really feverish, Buffy, then he needs our help." Willow asserted before continuing. "I mean, if his normal body temperature is room temperature, roughly 70, 72 degrees, then I can't imagine what having a temperature of above 98.6 would do to him. He could very well be hallucinating. You've heard the term 'fever dream' before haven't you?"
"That would explain his loopy behavior earlier." Xander agreed, relieved to have an explanation to Spike's behaviour. "And if he really is sick, maybe he doesn't really know what's happening to him. Maybe he thinks he's dying. That could be why he wanted me to stake him as well. He would want to go down like a vamp, not like a mortal. Wouldn't he?"
"Yeah, he would." Buffy said, remembering his words on that fateful night when she had taken her leap off of the tower. 'I always knew I'd go down fightin'.'
"Well then, now that we've at least figured out Spike's actions, we should get him back to your place, Buffy. It's the closest. We can't just leave him here like this. I know he's a pain, but he's kinda our pain. We have to help him."
Buffy didn't respond, but allowed Willow to creep closer to Spike's prone body. "Spike? Are you in there? It's me, Willow. I mean, it's Red. Do you think you can stand? We're going to take you back to Buffy's." At the mention of Buffy's name, Spike tensed against the wall again. Willow reached out a hand to calm him and he snapped at her, nearly taking a bite out of her hand before she quickly pulled it back. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she held out her other hand to stop Buffy who was about to run in and stake Spike. "It's ok, Buffy. I don't think he was really trying to hurt me. The chip would have gone off. I think he's just afraid of people touching him. Considering the wounds covering his body, I don't think I blame him."
"Some of those are self-inflicted, Will." Buffy said, pointing out the scratch marks on his chest. "And we don't know if the chip's even working anymore, so we've only got one option." Before Willow could ask what that option was, Buffy punched Spike with all her might, knocking him cold, and possibly even breaking his jaw in the process. "You want to get him to my house? Fine. But this seems to be the only way were gonna get him there." She turned to Xander. "Help me with him?" Xander nodded and the two of them lifted Spike to his feet, each one supporting one of his arms around a shoulder.
"Dawn was right. He does feel warm." Xander said loudly.
Dawn didn't respond to her name being mentioned. Instead she thought over what she had just heard and witnessed. She hadn't liked what Buffy had done to Spike, but under the circumstances it had seemed necessary. As for the conclusions that Spike was suffering from fever dreams and wanted Xander to kill him cause he didn't want to die like a human..those things she wasn't so sure about. She didn't voice her opinions however, merely followed behind her sister and friends.
TBC
A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter. As for what's going on with Max? Don't worry. His purpose in this story will be explained soon. I've got big plans for him which will be revealed soon. I've got even bigger plans for Spike, but you'll have to wait a bit longer for those. The next chapter should be out soon!! Thanks for reading, please Review!!!
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer story by Merrie
Disclaimer: They are mine, didn't you know? At least, that's what the little voice in my head tells me. I like that voice.
Summary: Spike is poisoned by a demon out for revenge. Can he convince Buffy to help him before it's too late?
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn and Maximillian Dominus a little OFC I have created.
Author's Note: You guys rock so much for reviewing my story!! I was sooo worried that no one would like it because this is my first attempt at writing a Buffy fic. Glad to be proved wrong!! As for those of you who liked the Xander, Dawn and Spike scenes, I will include more of them in the future, have no worries. This story is far from over. Again, thank you so much for the reviews!!!
Another thing, this story is un-beta'd, straight from my brain to the page, on to you. So if there are a few grammatical or context errors, you know the reason.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for violence and language.
Chapter Six
Buffy and Willow raced toward the school, every step a little more urgent than the last. "Xander wouldn't have called unless something really bad is happening." Willow said with a tremor in her voice. "What if-" she cut herself off with a shake of her head. "Listen to me, being all doomy and gloomy when I don't even know what's going on yet. Sorry Buffy. I'm just worried."
"I understand. It's ok to be worried. And I don't blame you for being doomy and gloomy either. Surprise visits or phone calls don't usually lead to hugs and puppies with us, Willow." She smiled, trying to make light of the situation despite her own worries and fears. She was the Slayer. She had to be the strong one. Looking up, she let out a sigh of relief as she saw the high school. 'Well, it's still here. That's always a good sign.' She thought, thinking about the times when the school had to be destroyed.
Her slayer senses tingled at what must have been the close proximity of the Hellmouth, for it was day and she didn't see any flaming vampires or wandering demons about. Willow must have noticed her stop to examine her senses, because she stood still beside her elbow waiting for Buffy to say something. "I don't know exactly what I'm feeling. It feels like there's a vampire close by, but since its daylight I think my senses are going wonky cause of the Hellmouth." Buffy said, answering Willow's unasked questions.
"Oh ok. That's good to know I guess. Unless you really are feeling a vampire that is. I mean, almost everywhere in Sunnydale's connected by the sewer tunnels right? That was Mayor Wilkins's plan. And Xander said to meet him in the basement, a basement doesn't usually have windows. Maybe you shouldn't doubt your senses just yet."
Buffy nodded and pulled a stake out of her clothes and shifted the ax she had been carrying into her left hand. Willow didn't see where she had pulled the stake from exactly; she had stopped trying to figure out where Buffy hid all her weapons in her seemingly skin tight outfits long ago. Once Buffy seemed sufficiently armed for what she felt in front of her, the two of them made there way through the new high school's front doors. Once inside, Willow had to stop and look around at all the changes that had so enthralled Buffy a few hours earlier. "I know, it's kinda wiggy isn't it? It's a lot like the old high school, but not, you know?" Buffy commented on seeing her friend's reaction to the new building.
"Yeah, it seems.smaller I guess. Less charred definitely. It almost makes me feel kinda nostalgic. Well, except for all the you know, death."
"Yeah, I don't know. There's just something about high school. When you're there the only thing you can think about is how much you want to leave but when you're in college-"
"You can't help but miss the good times you had spent there." Willow cut in for her friend.
"Yeah, anyway that's enough remembering for now. Let's get down to the basement and find Xander and Dawn." Buffy said, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. She had given the stake she had held in her hand to Willow upon seeing that she hadn't grabbed any weapons, and held the double- headed ax she had brought confidently. 'If anything's happened to Xander or Dawn, there's gonna be hell to pay.' She assured herself as she opened the door leading into the basement.
***
Maximillian near quivered in anticipation at dining in the Slayer's lair later that evening. His plans were working perfectly. The vampire had to pay for what he had done to him. The poison he had given the Caligual demon would certainly kill the vampire eventually, but only if it was consistently administered for a week straight. If not, he could possibly recover, given enough time to do so. Max knew that the vampire would try and seek out the Slayer and her friends. He knew all about this particular demon. Being half demon himself, it hadn't been hard to get information on Spike's deeds in Sunnydale over the past few years. He was disgusted to learn that he had been trying to work for good, and more so that the Slayer accepted his efforts and allowed him to be around her friends. And the fact that he supposedly loved her..that was almost too much to handle. Spike was a vampire. They were incapable of love.
No, he would have to work himself into the Slayer's circle of friends just in case the vampire attempted to contact him. They could not be allowed to help him. He had to die for what he had done. At first he had thought gaining admittance with the Slayer would be difficult. He hadn't considered getting to her through her friends. The witch, Willow, had been touched by dark magic the previous year. She seemed to think that she was free of it, that she at least had it under her control, but when she had first opened herself up to the darker aspects of magic, she had created a place that was vulnerable to beings like him. He had his own magic that he could use to touch that part of her. It allowed him to work his thralls over her with minimal effort. If she hadn't once had dark magic in her soul, she probably would have noticed his magic right away and done something about it. Not, of course, that there was anything she could do to him; he could kill her and her friends without using magic almost as easily as with it, but she might had have a better chance to try and stop him. He smiled again to himself. 'Dinner is certainly going to be interesting.'
***
Xander looked at Dawn strangely before speaking. "Uh Dawn, you do remember that it's Spike we're talking about, right? Spike the vampire?" Dawn nodded and he went on. "Spike the vampire that can't get sick?"
Dawn sighed and spoke. "Yes Xander, I do know that Spike's a vampire, and I also know that vampires are immortal and cannot die, but I also remember that Angel, remember Angel, right? Talk, dark, likes to brood, no happies or evil, known as the poof? Well anyway, I seem to remember him getting poisoned by an arrow. So don't tell me that vampire's can't get sick. And don't talk to me like I don't know anything. I'm not a kid anymore Xander. I know what Buffy does for a living, and I know about vampires. I know that vampires aren't supposed to be warm or sweat either." She gestured at Spike who did indeed had beads of sweat lining his forehead. "But if you have any other explanations as to what's wrong with him, please tell me? I know.I know what he did to Buffy, Xander. You told me, remember? But that doesn't stop him from being my friend. A part of me that's just Buffy's sister wishes that it did, but the rest of me can't. When Buffy was.when she was gone that summer, Spike was the only one who really looked after me." She raised a hand to stop Xander's protestations. "I know the rest of you tried, but you all had your own lives to live. You didn't really have time to deal with the little sister of their dead best friend. Spike wasn't like that. He always put me first, Xander. And nothing that he's done or will do in the future will change that. I'm sorry the two of you have never really got along, I'm even sorrier about what happened between him and Buffy, but there's nothing I can do to change that so I'm not going to try. But I will try to help him. I have to."
While Dawn spoke, Xander could only marvel at the changes in the young woman, he stressed the woman in his mind, which had once seemed so young. The events of the past few years had certainly changed him, why was it so hard to believe that Dawn had changed as well. She was growing up, making her own decisions, her own choices. He didn't necessarily agree with those choices, especially the ones considering blondes that could only come out a night, but he would respect them. For now, at least. 'Besides, Dawn may be right.' He thought, looking over at where Spike lay, still staring at a fixed point in the room without saying a word. 'He certainly doesn't look well.' Out loud he said, "Alright Dawn. I believe you. I don't know what's wrong with him exactly, and I'm not entirely sure I agree that he's sick yet, but there is something definitely wrong with him."
"Wrong with who?" a new voice asked, startling everyone in the room, including Spike, who backed himself against the wall again. The motion in the dark didn't go unnoticed by Buffy, who shined a flashlight she had brought with her in Spike's direction. Like Xander's own encounter, she was greeted by a pair of reflected tawny eyes. Unlike Xander however, she knew exactly what they belonged to and pulled a stake out of a pocket accordingly. What she didn't know however, was who they belonged to.
"Buffy, no! Wait! It's Spike! Please don't hurt him!" Dawn called to her sister upon seeing her pull out the stake.
"Spike? But what is he doing down here? Is this why you called us, Xander?" Willow asked, unaware of the events of the last year. She had been.a little distracted at the time, and no one had remembered that she didn't know what had happened between Spike and Buffy.
"We're not sure, Will, Buff. But listen to Dawn. Something's wrong with him. More wrong than usual. Dawn thinks he might be sick."
Buffy didn't relax her grip on the stake, but she lowered her arm to her side, not moving from a spot positioned close enough to Spike that she could get to him quickly if she had to. "Vampires can't get sick." She said quietly, her eyes not moving from the direction she knew Spike was in. She turned her flashlight away from him, the reflected gold of his eyes wigging her out a little bit. Not that she would admit to it, of course. "Has he said anything to either of you?" She asked Xander and Dawn from over her shoulder, still not turning away from Spike.
"He's talked, but he's not making a whole lot of sense, Buffy. I mean, for a minute there he started to sound like his crazy ex-girlfriend."
"Harmony?" Willow asked.
"No, the other crazy ex. Drusilla." Xander answered with a small smile on his face. "And.he wanted me to stake him." Xander said quietly.
"What?" Dawn yelled at him. "You didn't tell me that!" Neither Dawn nor Xander noticed Spike put his hands over his ears at the sudden loud noise and groan softly.
"I guess.I guess I didn't want you to worry. Besides, it's not like I did it or anything. See? He's still here." He gestured toward Spike, who still had his hands over his ears. "Hey, he moved!" Xander said to Dawn.
"What do you mean, he moved?" Buffy asked. "Was he not moving before?"
"He was kinda.kinda catatonic Buffy. Kinda like you were after." Xander trailed off, not wanting to remind Buffy of the time Dawn was taken.
"Yeah, I waved my hands in front of his eyes and tried to talk to him and everything. He didn't even respond until I put my hand on his cheek. Then he kinda growled at me."
"He did what?" It was Buffy's turn to shout. "If he so much as laid a hand on you, I'll-"
"Buffy! Calm down. It wasn't really a growl.more of a hiss.yeah, a hiss. And he didn't hurt me. See? I'm fine. Besides, I know how to take care of myself, remember? Anyway, that was when I thought he might be sick. When I touched his face, he felt warm Buffy. Not just human warm either, but fever warm. And since I saw his fangs up close and personal, it's a safe bet that he's not human."
Buffy bristled at Dawn's 'up close and personal' viewing of Spike's fangs, but let it pass for now.
"If he's really feverish, Buffy, then he needs our help." Willow asserted before continuing. "I mean, if his normal body temperature is room temperature, roughly 70, 72 degrees, then I can't imagine what having a temperature of above 98.6 would do to him. He could very well be hallucinating. You've heard the term 'fever dream' before haven't you?"
"That would explain his loopy behavior earlier." Xander agreed, relieved to have an explanation to Spike's behaviour. "And if he really is sick, maybe he doesn't really know what's happening to him. Maybe he thinks he's dying. That could be why he wanted me to stake him as well. He would want to go down like a vamp, not like a mortal. Wouldn't he?"
"Yeah, he would." Buffy said, remembering his words on that fateful night when she had taken her leap off of the tower. 'I always knew I'd go down fightin'.'
"Well then, now that we've at least figured out Spike's actions, we should get him back to your place, Buffy. It's the closest. We can't just leave him here like this. I know he's a pain, but he's kinda our pain. We have to help him."
Buffy didn't respond, but allowed Willow to creep closer to Spike's prone body. "Spike? Are you in there? It's me, Willow. I mean, it's Red. Do you think you can stand? We're going to take you back to Buffy's." At the mention of Buffy's name, Spike tensed against the wall again. Willow reached out a hand to calm him and he snapped at her, nearly taking a bite out of her hand before she quickly pulled it back. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she held out her other hand to stop Buffy who was about to run in and stake Spike. "It's ok, Buffy. I don't think he was really trying to hurt me. The chip would have gone off. I think he's just afraid of people touching him. Considering the wounds covering his body, I don't think I blame him."
"Some of those are self-inflicted, Will." Buffy said, pointing out the scratch marks on his chest. "And we don't know if the chip's even working anymore, so we've only got one option." Before Willow could ask what that option was, Buffy punched Spike with all her might, knocking him cold, and possibly even breaking his jaw in the process. "You want to get him to my house? Fine. But this seems to be the only way were gonna get him there." She turned to Xander. "Help me with him?" Xander nodded and the two of them lifted Spike to his feet, each one supporting one of his arms around a shoulder.
"Dawn was right. He does feel warm." Xander said loudly.
Dawn didn't respond to her name being mentioned. Instead she thought over what she had just heard and witnessed. She hadn't liked what Buffy had done to Spike, but under the circumstances it had seemed necessary. As for the conclusions that Spike was suffering from fever dreams and wanted Xander to kill him cause he didn't want to die like a human..those things she wasn't so sure about. She didn't voice her opinions however, merely followed behind her sister and friends.
TBC
A/N: I hope you all liked this chapter. As for what's going on with Max? Don't worry. His purpose in this story will be explained soon. I've got big plans for him which will be revealed soon. I've got even bigger plans for Spike, but you'll have to wait a bit longer for those. The next chapter should be out soon!! Thanks for reading, please Review!!!