Oy!!! Yes ya''ll may kill me as viciously as you want :( In my defense, I could not get on the computer for a month due to ....erm... well bluntly getting caught sneaking out, andbeing grounded ::innocent smile:: sorry I LOVE YOU GUYS I swear any1 still reading this gets a million chocolate bunnies! ::anya runs away screaming about bunnies::
er... right.. sorry about that... Okay thank you for the reviews! I feel very loved! I don't own Buffy, Spike, Xander, Angel, Angelus etc. I'm like Willow though! Does that count?... no? didn't think so. okay ill stop my nonsense and let yall read ur anxiously awaited chapter! :)
Chapter 12: Oh when the fates, go marching in...
It seemed in slow motion to Spike, to watch this tiny waif of a blonde thing lunge at Angelus with more ferocity than any opposing vampire. "Maybe that's why she's so good, and why she has survived all these years." Spike thought.
He then began to tune in on the fight, wondering if he should help Buffy, or if she could handle Angelus on her own. He had no doubt of her fighting abilities, he was sure she could kill all of them if she wanted to or one of them threatened her enough. However, he also knew that Angelus had many dirty tricks up his sleeve, and for some reason Spike did not want to see this young girl be killed. Sure, he had killed them himself, but they were older for one, and two, he hadn't known them and fallen into their innocence decades before.
Spike rushed towards the two fighting intamately, and continued running head first into his sire, effectively tackling him. They grappled on the floor a bit, and Spike knew he was about to be kicked offhis sire, and possibly put into a state of unconciousness, so he yelled to Buffy.
"Get your pretty arse out of here now Slayer! Just keep running until you get to your house!" upon hearing that, Buffy looked like she was going to object, but Spike sent a glare and a "don't u dare disobey me, wench" look her way, and so she jumped up and ran as fast as she could, stopping only when she reached her house.
Of course, she was dreadfully sorry and scared for Spike. "What if he gets killed, because he disobeyed his sire? He may be an evil undead thing, of the not so evil kind, but he still shouldn't die because of me." Buffy sat in her room, pondering what to do. She decided that the next day, she would go to the mansion when everyone was sure to be asleep. She would sneak up to his room, and check on him. She just prayed to whatever god there was that he was alright.
NeXt DaY
Buffy was true as her word. She hurried home from school, and changed into some clothes that would be better equiped for fighting, should the need arise. She also grabbed a bag of "goodies" to use against any vampires that tried to deter her from her main goal of finding Spike.
Buffy left her house and started walking towards the mansion quickly. When she arrived there, she figured she had about 45 minutes before the sun set, and so maybe 30 minutes to an hour before the vampies came out to play. She quickly scaled a terrace on the side of the house, knowing where Spike's room was. She deftly flipped over the top and landed soundlessly. She then crept inside, making sure to let only a small amount of sunlight in through the door at a time, because she didn't know where in the room Spike may be laying. She looked around the room, and then cursed herself for being a blonde. "All those dyings have gotten to me. I could've sworn this was his room!" But Spike was not in there, and Buffy refused to think that he had actually been dusted. "Vampires like inflicting pain, and u can't inflict pain upon those who are dusty. Therefor, Spike isn't going to be dusty."
Buffy then started to creep silently out of the room, and started peeking into the doors in the hallway. All the rooms appeared empty, until she got to a room that had the door closed. Hairs prickling on the back of her neck in a spidey-sense feeling, Buffy slowly opened the door to the room. Lying in the great black canopy bed was Angelus, with Drusilla beside him. Panicking slightly, Buffy shut the door and continued on. "At least I know they're sleeping" Buffy thought, ever the optimistic. She got to another door and opened even mroe cautiously this time, only to find a pink and black room with Darla lying in a bed. Thinking she was close, because these rooms had been near Spike's, she closed the door and continued on.
A next door, maybe two away from Darla's, was a deep dark dark with a black varnish. It sparked a memory inside of Buffy, and so she opened it, a little more recklessly than before. Lying shackled to a bed and covered in cuts of varied deepness and bleeding was Spike. So astonished and sickened by this sight, Buffy gasped and dropped her bag by the door. She hurried over to Spike, calling his name. She never saw the door shut behind her, or heard the laughter, for she was too caught up in Spike.
Make me happy and review! I feel the plot bunnies stirring from their dormant rest :)
er... right.. sorry about that... Okay thank you for the reviews! I feel very loved! I don't own Buffy, Spike, Xander, Angel, Angelus etc. I'm like Willow though! Does that count?... no? didn't think so. okay ill stop my nonsense and let yall read ur anxiously awaited chapter! :)
Chapter 12: Oh when the fates, go marching in...
It seemed in slow motion to Spike, to watch this tiny waif of a blonde thing lunge at Angelus with more ferocity than any opposing vampire. "Maybe that's why she's so good, and why she has survived all these years." Spike thought.
He then began to tune in on the fight, wondering if he should help Buffy, or if she could handle Angelus on her own. He had no doubt of her fighting abilities, he was sure she could kill all of them if she wanted to or one of them threatened her enough. However, he also knew that Angelus had many dirty tricks up his sleeve, and for some reason Spike did not want to see this young girl be killed. Sure, he had killed them himself, but they were older for one, and two, he hadn't known them and fallen into their innocence decades before.
Spike rushed towards the two fighting intamately, and continued running head first into his sire, effectively tackling him. They grappled on the floor a bit, and Spike knew he was about to be kicked offhis sire, and possibly put into a state of unconciousness, so he yelled to Buffy.
"Get your pretty arse out of here now Slayer! Just keep running until you get to your house!" upon hearing that, Buffy looked like she was going to object, but Spike sent a glare and a "don't u dare disobey me, wench" look her way, and so she jumped up and ran as fast as she could, stopping only when she reached her house.
Of course, she was dreadfully sorry and scared for Spike. "What if he gets killed, because he disobeyed his sire? He may be an evil undead thing, of the not so evil kind, but he still shouldn't die because of me." Buffy sat in her room, pondering what to do. She decided that the next day, she would go to the mansion when everyone was sure to be asleep. She would sneak up to his room, and check on him. She just prayed to whatever god there was that he was alright.
NeXt DaY
Buffy was true as her word. She hurried home from school, and changed into some clothes that would be better equiped for fighting, should the need arise. She also grabbed a bag of "goodies" to use against any vampires that tried to deter her from her main goal of finding Spike.
Buffy left her house and started walking towards the mansion quickly. When she arrived there, she figured she had about 45 minutes before the sun set, and so maybe 30 minutes to an hour before the vampies came out to play. She quickly scaled a terrace on the side of the house, knowing where Spike's room was. She deftly flipped over the top and landed soundlessly. She then crept inside, making sure to let only a small amount of sunlight in through the door at a time, because she didn't know where in the room Spike may be laying. She looked around the room, and then cursed herself for being a blonde. "All those dyings have gotten to me. I could've sworn this was his room!" But Spike was not in there, and Buffy refused to think that he had actually been dusted. "Vampires like inflicting pain, and u can't inflict pain upon those who are dusty. Therefor, Spike isn't going to be dusty."
Buffy then started to creep silently out of the room, and started peeking into the doors in the hallway. All the rooms appeared empty, until she got to a room that had the door closed. Hairs prickling on the back of her neck in a spidey-sense feeling, Buffy slowly opened the door to the room. Lying in the great black canopy bed was Angelus, with Drusilla beside him. Panicking slightly, Buffy shut the door and continued on. "At least I know they're sleeping" Buffy thought, ever the optimistic. She got to another door and opened even mroe cautiously this time, only to find a pink and black room with Darla lying in a bed. Thinking she was close, because these rooms had been near Spike's, she closed the door and continued on.
A next door, maybe two away from Darla's, was a deep dark dark with a black varnish. It sparked a memory inside of Buffy, and so she opened it, a little more recklessly than before. Lying shackled to a bed and covered in cuts of varied deepness and bleeding was Spike. So astonished and sickened by this sight, Buffy gasped and dropped her bag by the door. She hurried over to Spike, calling his name. She never saw the door shut behind her, or heard the laughter, for she was too caught up in Spike.
Make me happy and review! I feel the plot bunnies stirring from their dormant rest :)