Author's note: Time to add a few more layers to this story (it can't all be about Buffy and Spike,
after all) Please R&R. I am feeling very neglected due to the lack of reviews.
Phase Seven
Sunnydale (Wishverse version).
Any semblance of human life has almost been obliterated. Stores and restaurants are boarded
up. Residences have long since been abandoned. Traffic is at an almost standstill. The place
would be a veritable ghost town if not for the vampires, demons and other supernatural entities
had made the area their own. The city that housed the most prominent hellmouth in the world
had long since become the hotspot of this dimension
A ragtag team assembled by the inactive watcher, Rupert Giles, patrolled the boundaries of
Sunnydale in an effort to assist anyone that had been unable to escape when the invasion had
begun. Unfortunately, they were routinely outdone by the demon population and its leader: the
vampire known as Master.
Giles' allies were dropping daily. They weren't meant to be involved in this. Only one person
in the entire world has the strength to deal with this and Giles has been trying to contact her for
quite some time...
"Yes, I understand, but it's imperative that I see her. Here... Well, when will you...? You are
her watcher, I would thing she'd at least check in to... Yes. I am aware there is a great deal of
demonic activity in the North East. It happens, you know, that Sunnydale is on a Hellmouth...it
is so. Just give her the message... if you ever see her again" The former librarian ends the
conversation and turns his cell phone off. He uses a cloth to wipe his glasses. It was useless.
Buffy Summers would not be coming to Sunnydale anywhere in the near future. Heaven only
knows where she was now.
##################
Bsmt apt. The Village
At the moment the Slayer's attention was fully taken up by the enormous breakfast that her
vampire captor had set in front of her this morning. Eggs, bacon, sausage, Wheatabix, fried
bread and....black beans were set in plates on top of the little table that attached to her hospital
bed. Spike had always provided her with needed sustenance but he had obviously gotten carried
away with this meal.
She looked at him questioningly. He shrugged.
"What you have before you is a typical English breakfast sans the mushrooms. I know that you
don't like those" he said almost shyly.
Buffy was stunned. What was up with him anyway?
He quietly removed the thick leather strap across her torso but leaves the wrist restraints on.
This is already routine for her. She lifts her upper body as much as she can so that he can place
the pillows that will hold her upright while he feeds her. At first she found this activity
humiliating but now it doesn't even register anymore. She worries that she is getting
accustomed to this type of treatment, even accepting it. He has her so throughly that she is not
only not questioning his dominance and she's even having erotic dreams about it.
Feeling a little disgusted with herself, she begins working on her meal. It is surprisingly good,
especially the toast. He lets her drink cold milk through a straw between bites. She asked for
coffee but he said that milk was better for her.
When she is finished, Spike took the dirty dishes to the kitchen. He returned seconds later with
her ankle bindings and straight jacket in tow. The vampire unbuckled her feet from the bed
straps and quickly replaced them with the heavier bindings that effectively hobbled her. With
her feet secured he moved to her upper body and unbuckled the wrist straps. The Slayer sighed
as he forced her arms once again into the uncomfortable restraining device. She was really
weary of the straight jacket but he refused to use anything else to transport her from one room to
another.
He carried her to the bathroom and deposited on the floor while he removed the jacket. He
never removed the leg bindings and she was hard pressed to move around the tiny room without
losing her balance. When he was done, he left not without locking the door from the outside. It
would be a good twenty minutes before he returned.
As usual the bathtub had been filled with warm water. Her soap, shampoo and towel were all
within easy access. After a bit of maneuvering she managed to climb into the tub. The water
easing all her tired muscles. She only allowed herself a few seconds to soak before he went to
work on lathering her body and shampooing her hair. Twenty minutes was barely enough time
to get anything done and she didn't want him to come in to find her nude in the tub.
Her legs were a challenge to wash. She had to bend them a certain way in order to run the soap
through her feet. The leather bindings were reinforced with a heavy padlock that did not seem to
rust in the water. Whatever it was it made bathing extremely difficult.
At last she was done and she quickly toweled her body dry. The Slayer donned a fresh
nightgown and sat on the floor facing the wall just like she always did. A few minutes later he is
back and expertly places the jacket back on to carry her back to the bed. He carefully lays her
across it. She knows that she will be strapped back into the bed and will spend the day lying
within its confines just at she has done for the past few weeks. Buffy waits but he makes no
move to secure her. She is worried as any change does not usually bode well for her. At last he
speaks.
"I think that you might have gotten a little too tired of the bed by now. We're going to try the
living room again but if you try anything you will be back here to stay"
She kept herself from cringing at his words. He was right. She was sick of this room which he'd
kept her ever since the night of her failed escape. The living room and TV would be a
welcomed change.
He removes the jacket and replaces it with the familiar wrist cuffs and chain that she'd initially
used. Her hands are locked behind her back but the chain is long enough that it will not cramp
her shoulder muscles. This pleases her to no end as it demonstrates that she'd regained some of
his trust. Finally, because the heavy restraining was beyond humiliating. It was downright
sadistic at times.
Spike takes her to the comfy TV chair and she sinks to it gratefully. The heavily curtained
basement room seems brighter somehow and she is glad to be out of her stuffy bedroom. He
gives her the remote and settles on a nearby sofa with a paperback book. He still doesn't trust
her enough to leave her alone but it's a start.
With the remote and hand and vampire companion nearby, Buffy settles to enjoy the dubious
wonders of daytime television.
TBC.
1.
after all) Please R&R. I am feeling very neglected due to the lack of reviews.
Phase Seven
Sunnydale (Wishverse version).
Any semblance of human life has almost been obliterated. Stores and restaurants are boarded
up. Residences have long since been abandoned. Traffic is at an almost standstill. The place
would be a veritable ghost town if not for the vampires, demons and other supernatural entities
had made the area their own. The city that housed the most prominent hellmouth in the world
had long since become the hotspot of this dimension
A ragtag team assembled by the inactive watcher, Rupert Giles, patrolled the boundaries of
Sunnydale in an effort to assist anyone that had been unable to escape when the invasion had
begun. Unfortunately, they were routinely outdone by the demon population and its leader: the
vampire known as Master.
Giles' allies were dropping daily. They weren't meant to be involved in this. Only one person
in the entire world has the strength to deal with this and Giles has been trying to contact her for
quite some time...
"Yes, I understand, but it's imperative that I see her. Here... Well, when will you...? You are
her watcher, I would thing she'd at least check in to... Yes. I am aware there is a great deal of
demonic activity in the North East. It happens, you know, that Sunnydale is on a Hellmouth...it
is so. Just give her the message... if you ever see her again" The former librarian ends the
conversation and turns his cell phone off. He uses a cloth to wipe his glasses. It was useless.
Buffy Summers would not be coming to Sunnydale anywhere in the near future. Heaven only
knows where she was now.
##################
Bsmt apt. The Village
At the moment the Slayer's attention was fully taken up by the enormous breakfast that her
vampire captor had set in front of her this morning. Eggs, bacon, sausage, Wheatabix, fried
bread and....black beans were set in plates on top of the little table that attached to her hospital
bed. Spike had always provided her with needed sustenance but he had obviously gotten carried
away with this meal.
She looked at him questioningly. He shrugged.
"What you have before you is a typical English breakfast sans the mushrooms. I know that you
don't like those" he said almost shyly.
Buffy was stunned. What was up with him anyway?
He quietly removed the thick leather strap across her torso but leaves the wrist restraints on.
This is already routine for her. She lifts her upper body as much as she can so that he can place
the pillows that will hold her upright while he feeds her. At first she found this activity
humiliating but now it doesn't even register anymore. She worries that she is getting
accustomed to this type of treatment, even accepting it. He has her so throughly that she is not
only not questioning his dominance and she's even having erotic dreams about it.
Feeling a little disgusted with herself, she begins working on her meal. It is surprisingly good,
especially the toast. He lets her drink cold milk through a straw between bites. She asked for
coffee but he said that milk was better for her.
When she is finished, Spike took the dirty dishes to the kitchen. He returned seconds later with
her ankle bindings and straight jacket in tow. The vampire unbuckled her feet from the bed
straps and quickly replaced them with the heavier bindings that effectively hobbled her. With
her feet secured he moved to her upper body and unbuckled the wrist straps. The Slayer sighed
as he forced her arms once again into the uncomfortable restraining device. She was really
weary of the straight jacket but he refused to use anything else to transport her from one room to
another.
He carried her to the bathroom and deposited on the floor while he removed the jacket. He
never removed the leg bindings and she was hard pressed to move around the tiny room without
losing her balance. When he was done, he left not without locking the door from the outside. It
would be a good twenty minutes before he returned.
As usual the bathtub had been filled with warm water. Her soap, shampoo and towel were all
within easy access. After a bit of maneuvering she managed to climb into the tub. The water
easing all her tired muscles. She only allowed herself a few seconds to soak before he went to
work on lathering her body and shampooing her hair. Twenty minutes was barely enough time
to get anything done and she didn't want him to come in to find her nude in the tub.
Her legs were a challenge to wash. She had to bend them a certain way in order to run the soap
through her feet. The leather bindings were reinforced with a heavy padlock that did not seem to
rust in the water. Whatever it was it made bathing extremely difficult.
At last she was done and she quickly toweled her body dry. The Slayer donned a fresh
nightgown and sat on the floor facing the wall just like she always did. A few minutes later he is
back and expertly places the jacket back on to carry her back to the bed. He carefully lays her
across it. She knows that she will be strapped back into the bed and will spend the day lying
within its confines just at she has done for the past few weeks. Buffy waits but he makes no
move to secure her. She is worried as any change does not usually bode well for her. At last he
speaks.
"I think that you might have gotten a little too tired of the bed by now. We're going to try the
living room again but if you try anything you will be back here to stay"
She kept herself from cringing at his words. He was right. She was sick of this room which he'd
kept her ever since the night of her failed escape. The living room and TV would be a
welcomed change.
He removes the jacket and replaces it with the familiar wrist cuffs and chain that she'd initially
used. Her hands are locked behind her back but the chain is long enough that it will not cramp
her shoulder muscles. This pleases her to no end as it demonstrates that she'd regained some of
his trust. Finally, because the heavy restraining was beyond humiliating. It was downright
sadistic at times.
Spike takes her to the comfy TV chair and she sinks to it gratefully. The heavily curtained
basement room seems brighter somehow and she is glad to be out of her stuffy bedroom. He
gives her the remote and settles on a nearby sofa with a paperback book. He still doesn't trust
her enough to leave her alone but it's a start.
With the remote and hand and vampire companion nearby, Buffy settles to enjoy the dubious
wonders of daytime television.
TBC.
1.