The Arena
A/N: Hey! Sorry so long. =( Phone lines where down for two whole days and I was without my beatiful computer. *Sighs* Anyway, I got inspiration and all so I hope you likie!
P.S: For those who asked for updates on my one shots, like Narrowly Escaped and Attacked, I will make sequels right after I get done with one of other fics. Anyway thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Joss owns all. Mutant Enemy owns all. *bows* yeah all that jazz, ok onto the story!
For Buffy this was the first time she had driven above the speed limit in quite a while. "Uh, Buffy, where are we going?" Dawn pointed out. "I know Riley. And I know where he would take him. We're going to the Initive headquarters."
"But isn't that like, top secret?" Buffy rolled her eyes. Suddenly fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity.
***
Spike woke up to a bang and boom as his "box" fell to the ground. "Bloody humans." He groaned, pulling his hand to his head. Then he noticed something. He was in full demony-vampire mode. He couldn't turn back. "What the heck is going on!" He cried, pushing himself against one of the walls as it tiped over.
Suddenly, light streamed in from above him. Wincing, he opened his eyes to see two older men above his crate. "This it?" One asked.
"Yup, Hostil 17, box 34289. He should be ready to fight within the hour." "I dunno,' The other said again. "The drugs make 'um pretty groggy. Not much fun if they are."
Spike groaned. "Will you stop talking about me like I'm not bloody here!" He exclaimed, shaking his head at the human's bad manners.
One of the men huffed and pulled Spike up by his chained hands. "You bettah not try nothin'. I got a gun full of tranqs. here and that lil' chip of yours will do its work if you do." Said an elderly english man, holding the chains securly.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Yadda yadda yadda. Now what do we do now? Ransom, more expirments on my bloody head?"
The man smiled wickedly. "You wish."
"Uh oh."
***
Spike was shoved into a small cell, and about a dozen other demons surronding him in similar contrapments. "Wouldn't want ya killin' eachother before the show now would we?" Spike didn't like the sound of that.
He was weak. Though we wouldn't admit it. The tranqs. and jet lag wayed heavily on him.
He felt something poke him. Growling he stood up to see someone on the outside of his cage holding a bowl to him.
"If you wanna eat, eat now. Your on in an hour." A boy said, shoving the bowl of blood into the cell, carelessly pouring half of it on the groud.
Spike took a sip. Ugh, it was cold.
Biting his tongue he finished off the awful excuss for blood and sat down, not hardly satisfied by the megear meal.
It only seemed like minutes, but the Elderly man who had put him in here was approaching. "Where's Riley?" He ventured. "So I can break his bloody neck."
"Finn?" The man asked, laughing. "No longer your caretaker, you belong to us. And believe me no one will find you here."
"Who are you?" He asked questioningly. If Riley wasn't the dealer in this than who was.
"You can call me Richard. Not that you'll be able to talk after your first round."
"Whats all this about 'rounds and arena?"
Richard laughed. "You really don't know? My you are slow witted. This is a match. To the death. People pay alot of money to see two demons duking it out. Your turn."
Spike swallowed. Where was Buffy when you need her?
TBC
Likie? No likie? Tell me plz! What do you think? I know the plot is prob. been done before but whatever. Anyway bye byes!
Replies: MoroTheWolfGod: Thanks for the review! Hope you liked it! Culf: Thanx! Glad you liked it!
A/N: Hey! Sorry so long. =( Phone lines where down for two whole days and I was without my beatiful computer. *Sighs* Anyway, I got inspiration and all so I hope you likie!
P.S: For those who asked for updates on my one shots, like Narrowly Escaped and Attacked, I will make sequels right after I get done with one of other fics. Anyway thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Joss owns all. Mutant Enemy owns all. *bows* yeah all that jazz, ok onto the story!
For Buffy this was the first time she had driven above the speed limit in quite a while. "Uh, Buffy, where are we going?" Dawn pointed out. "I know Riley. And I know where he would take him. We're going to the Initive headquarters."
"But isn't that like, top secret?" Buffy rolled her eyes. Suddenly fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity.
***
Spike woke up to a bang and boom as his "box" fell to the ground. "Bloody humans." He groaned, pulling his hand to his head. Then he noticed something. He was in full demony-vampire mode. He couldn't turn back. "What the heck is going on!" He cried, pushing himself against one of the walls as it tiped over.
Suddenly, light streamed in from above him. Wincing, he opened his eyes to see two older men above his crate. "This it?" One asked.
"Yup, Hostil 17, box 34289. He should be ready to fight within the hour." "I dunno,' The other said again. "The drugs make 'um pretty groggy. Not much fun if they are."
Spike groaned. "Will you stop talking about me like I'm not bloody here!" He exclaimed, shaking his head at the human's bad manners.
One of the men huffed and pulled Spike up by his chained hands. "You bettah not try nothin'. I got a gun full of tranqs. here and that lil' chip of yours will do its work if you do." Said an elderly english man, holding the chains securly.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Yadda yadda yadda. Now what do we do now? Ransom, more expirments on my bloody head?"
The man smiled wickedly. "You wish."
"Uh oh."
***
Spike was shoved into a small cell, and about a dozen other demons surronding him in similar contrapments. "Wouldn't want ya killin' eachother before the show now would we?" Spike didn't like the sound of that.
He was weak. Though we wouldn't admit it. The tranqs. and jet lag wayed heavily on him.
He felt something poke him. Growling he stood up to see someone on the outside of his cage holding a bowl to him.
"If you wanna eat, eat now. Your on in an hour." A boy said, shoving the bowl of blood into the cell, carelessly pouring half of it on the groud.
Spike took a sip. Ugh, it was cold.
Biting his tongue he finished off the awful excuss for blood and sat down, not hardly satisfied by the megear meal.
It only seemed like minutes, but the Elderly man who had put him in here was approaching. "Where's Riley?" He ventured. "So I can break his bloody neck."
"Finn?" The man asked, laughing. "No longer your caretaker, you belong to us. And believe me no one will find you here."
"Who are you?" He asked questioningly. If Riley wasn't the dealer in this than who was.
"You can call me Richard. Not that you'll be able to talk after your first round."
"Whats all this about 'rounds and arena?"
Richard laughed. "You really don't know? My you are slow witted. This is a match. To the death. People pay alot of money to see two demons duking it out. Your turn."
Spike swallowed. Where was Buffy when you need her?
TBC
Likie? No likie? Tell me plz! What do you think? I know the plot is prob. been done before but whatever. Anyway bye byes!
Replies: MoroTheWolfGod: Thanks for the review! Hope you liked it! Culf: Thanx! Glad you liked it!