AN: OMG! I'm in someone fave author list!! Thank you soooo much o7charisma,
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I feel special now. *Hugs self* Heres the next chapter and just for
o7charisma, I've made it even longer! YAY!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss and Mutant Enemy owns all. I am just a gurl who has no life. Don't sue. Plz. *sniffles*
Ouch. That was the thought that came to Spike's mind as he awoke. He opened his eyes slowly, to see he was in a small room, surronded with padded walls. "Oh great," He thought. "I died and went to the looney bin." He realized that there was no light, only his nocturnal sight had made him able to see; it was completely bare save for the padded walls. He pounded on the walls with his fist. Nothing. There was no door, window or any other opening of any kind that he could see. "Hey!" He yelled, despertly trying to get someones attention. "Lemme out!" He began to panic. He didn't like being closed in. Not at all. A shudder ran through the box, causing him to grasp the padding on the walls tightly. BANG! His little "box" had landed as it seemed, leaving him gasping even though he needed no air. A knock. "Someone out there?" He asked, trying to sound calm and cocky, though he felt neither at the moment. Suddenly a stream of light poured into the chamber; he closed his eyes trying to adjust to the new source of light. "Well well well.' Came a voice. "Fancy meeting you here Spike." The person spat out his name as if a curse. He recoginzed that voice. Riley. "What's the matter Finn? Afraid to show your face? Bloody coward." Spike's head whirled as someone backhanded him hard across the face. "Remember who is in charge here Spike. I am. And you are simple Hostile 17." Spike groaned and rolled his eyes. "Ah please, you people still going at that? You people are crazier that I thought." Riley laughed. "Don't worry Hostile 17. Your in good hands now. And the Slayer will come running for you." Spike smiled mournfully. "You got it all wrong there. She's doesn't love, she doesn't give a rat's teeth about what happens to me." "Well, I guess we'll see won't we?"
*** Buffy ran to the chest where she kept her weapon, and pulled out a cross bow and long dagger. "Where are you going?" Sobbed Dawn, still upset.
"To go get Spike." And after a moments thought."And to kick Riley's butt." Dawn smiled. "Can I go?" She asked hopefully. "No. Its too dangerous." "But, Buffy-"
Buffy glared at her, and Dawn became quiet but started to pout. "Please?" She asked, tears welling up in her. Doing her best impression of a puppy dog face as she could muster, Buffy laughed. "Oh man, someone needs an Oscar here. Alright, grab a sword and lets go." Dawn squealed, and grabbing a long sword she headed out the door.
"Can I drive?" "No." "Please?" "NO!"
TBC...
Replies: o7charisma: Thanks so much! You rock hardcore. Thanks for putting me on your fave authors, that just made my day!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss and Mutant Enemy owns all. I am just a gurl who has no life. Don't sue. Plz. *sniffles*
Ouch. That was the thought that came to Spike's mind as he awoke. He opened his eyes slowly, to see he was in a small room, surronded with padded walls. "Oh great," He thought. "I died and went to the looney bin." He realized that there was no light, only his nocturnal sight had made him able to see; it was completely bare save for the padded walls. He pounded on the walls with his fist. Nothing. There was no door, window or any other opening of any kind that he could see. "Hey!" He yelled, despertly trying to get someones attention. "Lemme out!" He began to panic. He didn't like being closed in. Not at all. A shudder ran through the box, causing him to grasp the padding on the walls tightly. BANG! His little "box" had landed as it seemed, leaving him gasping even though he needed no air. A knock. "Someone out there?" He asked, trying to sound calm and cocky, though he felt neither at the moment. Suddenly a stream of light poured into the chamber; he closed his eyes trying to adjust to the new source of light. "Well well well.' Came a voice. "Fancy meeting you here Spike." The person spat out his name as if a curse. He recoginzed that voice. Riley. "What's the matter Finn? Afraid to show your face? Bloody coward." Spike's head whirled as someone backhanded him hard across the face. "Remember who is in charge here Spike. I am. And you are simple Hostile 17." Spike groaned and rolled his eyes. "Ah please, you people still going at that? You people are crazier that I thought." Riley laughed. "Don't worry Hostile 17. Your in good hands now. And the Slayer will come running for you." Spike smiled mournfully. "You got it all wrong there. She's doesn't love, she doesn't give a rat's teeth about what happens to me." "Well, I guess we'll see won't we?"
*** Buffy ran to the chest where she kept her weapon, and pulled out a cross bow and long dagger. "Where are you going?" Sobbed Dawn, still upset.
"To go get Spike." And after a moments thought."And to kick Riley's butt." Dawn smiled. "Can I go?" She asked hopefully. "No. Its too dangerous." "But, Buffy-"
Buffy glared at her, and Dawn became quiet but started to pout. "Please?" She asked, tears welling up in her. Doing her best impression of a puppy dog face as she could muster, Buffy laughed. "Oh man, someone needs an Oscar here. Alright, grab a sword and lets go." Dawn squealed, and grabbing a long sword she headed out the door.
"Can I drive?" "No." "Please?" "NO!"
TBC...
Replies: o7charisma: Thanks so much! You rock hardcore. Thanks for putting me on your fave authors, that just made my day!