Phase 22
"...would you use a poor maiden so..."
His weakened voice could barely be heard across the concrete walls of his prison. The toneless
little ditty providing a sort of testament to the current state of mind of the singer. Or lack of the
same.
He rocked with his arms wrapped around his knees in an halfhearted effort to relieve his all
consuming fear. It was the one emotion that he existed with. He was always terrified.
Somewhere in his mind, Spike remembered being different. It wasn't that he never worried, it
was that he would always act regardless. He could be hurt but whatever had done the hurting
better be ready to get it back in spades. He was William the bloody.
Not anymore though. He wasn't William or Spike anymore. He was some nameless demon who
cowered and cried himself to sleep sometimes. Weak and damaged beyond any repair.
But at least he was alone, for now.
His tormentor had been missing for quite sometime which was very strange since the vampiress
would slip into his prison every few hours or so. He could sense that she wasn't far away,
probably in the upper level with her mate.
He leaned his head against the uneven wall. The cold concrete was rough against his face but it
no longer bothered. Soft and welcoming things were of the past. With a weary heart and mind
he closed his eyes and set to catch a few guarded moments of sleep.
***BOOM***
The loud noise startled him out of his semi-drowsy state. Spike instantly melted into the corner
walls. His frantic eyes looked about the surrounding darkness to see pieces of concrete flake off
into the ground as the earth shook. The bars of his cage rattled but did not give and he feared
that the walls of his prison would cave in on him. A painful end but at least an end.
The earth slowly settled and the tremors seized. Still, the vampire did not leave his corner. His
sensitive hearing caught the sound of heavy running from above. The fighter in him recognized
the sound of battle. He wondered who would be foolish enough to challenge the Master's army.
Since he was literally in the dark and helpless he could only crouch in his corner and hope that
whatever outcome his suffering would come to an end.
His only wish was to see her once more.
###########
Upstairs.
It had been quite an entrance. The front door and adjoining wall was blown away and a few
dozen vampires had been taken with it. Buffy cringed at the idea that Spike would be put at risk
but Larry and Oz assured her that he was being kept downstairs.
It was their plan to take the fight outside so as to take the home advantage from the vamps.
With the Master's troops outside the Slayer could sneak inside and destroy the leader himself.
Willow and Xander would be taken care of by a well-choreographed gambit. With the leaders
gone the vampires would soon be dusted. At least that was the plan.
The vampires that had survived the explosion ran outside to face the attackers just as they were
expected to do.
The first wave were fiery arrows that quickly met their target. Vampires exploded into
shimmery clouds of dust that provided further cover to their attackers.
Through the camouflage the Slayer made her way inside taking down vampires with her stake as
she went. Her sole intent was getting to the Master...and Spike.
Outside the battle became more violent as Oz and Larry engaged in close combat with the
demons. Larry's favorite broadsword swung about decapitating vampires as it struck. The
lighter Oz opted for a more traditional stake and holy water gun combination. Nancy's
flamethrower incinerated the vampires attacking the perimeter.
In a quiet corner Giles began the spell that would cancel Willow's extraordinary powers.
Inside the damaged structure, Willow's eyes darkened as the dark magick surged through her
veins. Xander may be a good combatant but his mate was determined to take down the Slayer
and her allies once and for all. She liked her puppy too much to risk losing him.
With her power at full strength she calmly made her way through the rubble only to come face-
to-face with Buffy Summers.
"I think that you have something of mine" the Slayer's voice betrayed no fear only veiled
hatred..
Willow smiled knowingly. His puppy's mistress had come to claim him. Too bad, she wasn't
about to give him up.
"Losers weepers and all that" Willow retorted breezily
"I haven't lost yet"her tone steady and serious
The vampiress nodded her head in amused agreement.
"You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked"
"So do you. Bitch"
TBC.
This is just about completed. Please R/R.
"...would you use a poor maiden so..."
His weakened voice could barely be heard across the concrete walls of his prison. The toneless
little ditty providing a sort of testament to the current state of mind of the singer. Or lack of the
same.
He rocked with his arms wrapped around his knees in an halfhearted effort to relieve his all
consuming fear. It was the one emotion that he existed with. He was always terrified.
Somewhere in his mind, Spike remembered being different. It wasn't that he never worried, it
was that he would always act regardless. He could be hurt but whatever had done the hurting
better be ready to get it back in spades. He was William the bloody.
Not anymore though. He wasn't William or Spike anymore. He was some nameless demon who
cowered and cried himself to sleep sometimes. Weak and damaged beyond any repair.
But at least he was alone, for now.
His tormentor had been missing for quite sometime which was very strange since the vampiress
would slip into his prison every few hours or so. He could sense that she wasn't far away,
probably in the upper level with her mate.
He leaned his head against the uneven wall. The cold concrete was rough against his face but it
no longer bothered. Soft and welcoming things were of the past. With a weary heart and mind
he closed his eyes and set to catch a few guarded moments of sleep.
***BOOM***
The loud noise startled him out of his semi-drowsy state. Spike instantly melted into the corner
walls. His frantic eyes looked about the surrounding darkness to see pieces of concrete flake off
into the ground as the earth shook. The bars of his cage rattled but did not give and he feared
that the walls of his prison would cave in on him. A painful end but at least an end.
The earth slowly settled and the tremors seized. Still, the vampire did not leave his corner. His
sensitive hearing caught the sound of heavy running from above. The fighter in him recognized
the sound of battle. He wondered who would be foolish enough to challenge the Master's army.
Since he was literally in the dark and helpless he could only crouch in his corner and hope that
whatever outcome his suffering would come to an end.
His only wish was to see her once more.
###########
Upstairs.
It had been quite an entrance. The front door and adjoining wall was blown away and a few
dozen vampires had been taken with it. Buffy cringed at the idea that Spike would be put at risk
but Larry and Oz assured her that he was being kept downstairs.
It was their plan to take the fight outside so as to take the home advantage from the vamps.
With the Master's troops outside the Slayer could sneak inside and destroy the leader himself.
Willow and Xander would be taken care of by a well-choreographed gambit. With the leaders
gone the vampires would soon be dusted. At least that was the plan.
The vampires that had survived the explosion ran outside to face the attackers just as they were
expected to do.
The first wave were fiery arrows that quickly met their target. Vampires exploded into
shimmery clouds of dust that provided further cover to their attackers.
Through the camouflage the Slayer made her way inside taking down vampires with her stake as
she went. Her sole intent was getting to the Master...and Spike.
Outside the battle became more violent as Oz and Larry engaged in close combat with the
demons. Larry's favorite broadsword swung about decapitating vampires as it struck. The
lighter Oz opted for a more traditional stake and holy water gun combination. Nancy's
flamethrower incinerated the vampires attacking the perimeter.
In a quiet corner Giles began the spell that would cancel Willow's extraordinary powers.
Inside the damaged structure, Willow's eyes darkened as the dark magick surged through her
veins. Xander may be a good combatant but his mate was determined to take down the Slayer
and her allies once and for all. She liked her puppy too much to risk losing him.
With her power at full strength she calmly made her way through the rubble only to come face-
to-face with Buffy Summers.
"I think that you have something of mine" the Slayer's voice betrayed no fear only veiled
hatred..
Willow smiled knowingly. His puppy's mistress had come to claim him. Too bad, she wasn't
about to give him up.
"Losers weepers and all that" Willow retorted breezily
"I haven't lost yet"her tone steady and serious
The vampiress nodded her head in amused agreement.
"You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked"
"So do you. Bitch"
TBC.
This is just about completed. Please R/R.