Phase 30
His eyes seared to a dark blue azure that sent a surge of excitement cursing through her veins.
As a warrior she recognized as what it was.
Spirit.
A loud hiss erupted from his throat as he got on his legs, tearing at the chains that held him. She
backed away slowly.
"What? Scared of me now bitch?" he taunted harshly "You should be"
He came at her suddenly and violently. His body slammed into hers and he used the momentum
to grab her neck and lift her in the air. Buffy kicked her legs ineffectively as his choking grasp
left her without air. Desperately, she grabbed the iron bars and swung her body out of his hold.
The Slayer sat up and tried to get oxygen back into her lungs. The vampire pounced on her.
Spike's game face was on and Buffy marveled at his golden visage even as she feared for her
life. When he spoke his voice was a guttural snarl she didn't recognize.
"Long enough... you made me believe that it was hopeless, that I was beaten. Hell No! When I
go down it won't be because of you or your bloody lover"
Buffy's heart soared and she scrambled from under him. She jumped up and pressed against the
bars with her feet spread in an attack posture. He swung at her but she easily blocked his attack
sending him sprawling with a well placed kicked. Spike roared at her in frustration sending
shivers down her spine.
The candles that Giles had set at the four corners of the storage room flickered and sparked.
Buffy knew that the spell had entered its second phase and that Spike was seeing Xander in her
stead. It heightened the tension and indeed the stakes.
Spike intensified his attack so that she could barely hold her own. His face was a masque of
rage and intense loathing. He kicked, punched and clawed at the demon that had so defiled him.
The Slayer was the recipient of these painful blows, accepting of the pain that may just be her
lover's salvation.
The vampire pushed Buffy painfully against the bars and the Slayer felt the room spin out of
control. Her eyes were clouding over. This was getting dangerous and she wondered just how
long the spell will last and if that she would actually ...well last.
The other danger was her growing exhaustion, for his part he seemed re-energized almost to an
inhuman state which was just about right, she admitted. She, on the contrary, was already
panting tiredly and heavily. There was a pinching pressure on her right side that indicated a
pulled muscle but she did not pay any attention to it. As long as nothing was torn she could go
on.
She supposed that if things got too bad she could call out for help. But what would that
accomplish? It was obvious that Spike had not gotten his pound of flesh from Xander yet and if
the spell was prematurely ended it would have not true effect. She had to endure for his sake.
Spike's eyes glowed menacingly and Buffy braced herself for the coming blow. When it came it
jarred her very nerves as she was painfully lifted off the ground by the force and crashed into the
concrete floor. She looked up to see him tower above her. He had an otherworldly look about
the face. The seething anger was gone from his eyes and she correctly guessed that he was done
exorcizing his demons. The only thing left for him to do was to destroy what was left of them.
He dropped to the floor, successfully pinioning her under his own weight. His hand held her
face to the side baring her throat.
Buffy understood what he meant to do and that she would not stop him. She also understood
that love was about tenderness and passion but the strongest love was about sacrifice.
His fangs pressed on her skin and she closed her eyes.
The candles flickered and died one last time. Time stood still.
"B...Buffy?" his voice was childlike.
Her gaze met his and she was pained at the confusion there. Without words she opened her arms
to him and he went willingly. They held each other as they cried the last remnants of suffering
from their hearts.
Love was about sacrifice but most ultimately salvation.
TBC. Just the epilogue to go. Once more thank you so much for everyone that took the time to
review this fic even with its poor update record. I sincerely apologize for that and blame it all on
a really brutal work schedule. TTFN.
His eyes seared to a dark blue azure that sent a surge of excitement cursing through her veins.
As a warrior she recognized as what it was.
Spirit.
A loud hiss erupted from his throat as he got on his legs, tearing at the chains that held him. She
backed away slowly.
"What? Scared of me now bitch?" he taunted harshly "You should be"
He came at her suddenly and violently. His body slammed into hers and he used the momentum
to grab her neck and lift her in the air. Buffy kicked her legs ineffectively as his choking grasp
left her without air. Desperately, she grabbed the iron bars and swung her body out of his hold.
The Slayer sat up and tried to get oxygen back into her lungs. The vampire pounced on her.
Spike's game face was on and Buffy marveled at his golden visage even as she feared for her
life. When he spoke his voice was a guttural snarl she didn't recognize.
"Long enough... you made me believe that it was hopeless, that I was beaten. Hell No! When I
go down it won't be because of you or your bloody lover"
Buffy's heart soared and she scrambled from under him. She jumped up and pressed against the
bars with her feet spread in an attack posture. He swung at her but she easily blocked his attack
sending him sprawling with a well placed kicked. Spike roared at her in frustration sending
shivers down her spine.
The candles that Giles had set at the four corners of the storage room flickered and sparked.
Buffy knew that the spell had entered its second phase and that Spike was seeing Xander in her
stead. It heightened the tension and indeed the stakes.
Spike intensified his attack so that she could barely hold her own. His face was a masque of
rage and intense loathing. He kicked, punched and clawed at the demon that had so defiled him.
The Slayer was the recipient of these painful blows, accepting of the pain that may just be her
lover's salvation.
The vampire pushed Buffy painfully against the bars and the Slayer felt the room spin out of
control. Her eyes were clouding over. This was getting dangerous and she wondered just how
long the spell will last and if that she would actually ...well last.
The other danger was her growing exhaustion, for his part he seemed re-energized almost to an
inhuman state which was just about right, she admitted. She, on the contrary, was already
panting tiredly and heavily. There was a pinching pressure on her right side that indicated a
pulled muscle but she did not pay any attention to it. As long as nothing was torn she could go
on.
She supposed that if things got too bad she could call out for help. But what would that
accomplish? It was obvious that Spike had not gotten his pound of flesh from Xander yet and if
the spell was prematurely ended it would have not true effect. She had to endure for his sake.
Spike's eyes glowed menacingly and Buffy braced herself for the coming blow. When it came it
jarred her very nerves as she was painfully lifted off the ground by the force and crashed into the
concrete floor. She looked up to see him tower above her. He had an otherworldly look about
the face. The seething anger was gone from his eyes and she correctly guessed that he was done
exorcizing his demons. The only thing left for him to do was to destroy what was left of them.
He dropped to the floor, successfully pinioning her under his own weight. His hand held her
face to the side baring her throat.
Buffy understood what he meant to do and that she would not stop him. She also understood
that love was about tenderness and passion but the strongest love was about sacrifice.
His fangs pressed on her skin and she closed her eyes.
The candles flickered and died one last time. Time stood still.
"B...Buffy?" his voice was childlike.
Her gaze met his and she was pained at the confusion there. Without words she opened her arms
to him and he went willingly. They held each other as they cried the last remnants of suffering
from their hearts.
Love was about sacrifice but most ultimately salvation.
TBC. Just the epilogue to go. Once more thank you so much for everyone that took the time to
review this fic even with its poor update record. I sincerely apologize for that and blame it all on
a really brutal work schedule. TTFN.