Chapter 5
Angel's face disfigured, becoming feral and vampiric.
"She's not here!" he growled, slamming a fist into the wall of Spike and Drusilla's apparently ex-lair. The derelict factory shook.
"Whoa, man, calm down! We'll find the Buff-ster!" Xander tried to reassure the raging vampire whose soul trapped him in a world of guilt and remorse; a world of darkness pierced only by one lone light: his love for Buffy Anne Summers.
His love for a girl who dreamed of prophesies and battles; then worried about stopping them, or failing to.
"The dream!" Angel muttered. Then, more clearly, "There's one more thing we can try."
* * * * * * Joyce nervously rearranged the creamy, silk-effect cushions of the matching two-seater sofa, and wondered where her daughter had been taken.
* * * * * *
Amelia Mariesse swayed in time to the romantic played over the loudspeakers. She mourned her missing boyfriend, Kevin Machia. He'd disappeared three weeks ago, at a beach party. The police had no leads, and Amelia despaired for his safety. She wouldn't let herself even begin to think that he was dead, though. He meant too much to her. He couldn't be. She burst into tears and fled the Bronze.
* * * * * *
There was a blonde girl next to Kevin. She hadn't been there before. He must have drifted off to sleep, or he'd have seen them bring her. She grimaced. Kevin figured she must be in a lot of pain, and wondered what the things that had brought him to his current prison had done to her. She looked dazed; unaware because of her pain. Kevin wondered if she could see him.
Kevin had a sudden rush of feelings for her - iHow can she survive that much pain?/i - yet he desired her like crazy. The lust he felt for her was insane. Her curvy body, her wavy hair. They drew him to her.
"Now, my pretty," said the dark-haired female who poked her dolls' eyes. "You're going to talk to me, and tell me what I want to know. Or you could tell Miss Moonshine."
"If yer don't bloody tell someone, Slayer, I'll be pullin' yer guts out. Angelus would've done that, yer know, before you turned 'im into a bloody pansy."
"Little repetitive, huh, Spike? Missing your blood?" Buffy retorted, smiling sweetly.
Spike snapped at that, marching over and using her hair to pull her ear up to his mouth.
"I could drain you right 'ere, little Slayer. I could turn you so yer blood runs cold and yer forget that poof and spend yer days hiding' out with me, doing that little thing Angel could never get yer to do." With that, he pulled her head round and kissed her roughly on the lips, despite her protests. "Feel." He turned, and sauntered back towards Drusilla, laughing and reaching behind her to bring some chains into Buffy's view.
"Of course, that could only be pain."
* * * * * *
"She said her dream was set in a cave, so I think we should look in all the caves below Sunnydale. I know there are a lot, but it'll be worth it if we can find Buffy," Angel explained.
"Okay, so, say we search all the caves and still don't find her. We'll have wasted weeks, maybe months, looking, and have gotten nowhere," Xander muttered bluntly. Everyone heard, but only Angel felt like answering. None of them wanted to point out that at least they'd have narrowed their search, because it still felt like they would be back to square one.
"That won't happen." Angel couldn't contemplate that they wouldn't Buffy, or that they'd only find her body. iNo, don't go there./i "I won't let it."
Angel's face disfigured, becoming feral and vampiric.
"She's not here!" he growled, slamming a fist into the wall of Spike and Drusilla's apparently ex-lair. The derelict factory shook.
"Whoa, man, calm down! We'll find the Buff-ster!" Xander tried to reassure the raging vampire whose soul trapped him in a world of guilt and remorse; a world of darkness pierced only by one lone light: his love for Buffy Anne Summers.
His love for a girl who dreamed of prophesies and battles; then worried about stopping them, or failing to.
"The dream!" Angel muttered. Then, more clearly, "There's one more thing we can try."
* * * * * * Joyce nervously rearranged the creamy, silk-effect cushions of the matching two-seater sofa, and wondered where her daughter had been taken.
* * * * * *
Amelia Mariesse swayed in time to the romantic played over the loudspeakers. She mourned her missing boyfriend, Kevin Machia. He'd disappeared three weeks ago, at a beach party. The police had no leads, and Amelia despaired for his safety. She wouldn't let herself even begin to think that he was dead, though. He meant too much to her. He couldn't be. She burst into tears and fled the Bronze.
* * * * * *
There was a blonde girl next to Kevin. She hadn't been there before. He must have drifted off to sleep, or he'd have seen them bring her. She grimaced. Kevin figured she must be in a lot of pain, and wondered what the things that had brought him to his current prison had done to her. She looked dazed; unaware because of her pain. Kevin wondered if she could see him.
Kevin had a sudden rush of feelings for her - iHow can she survive that much pain?/i - yet he desired her like crazy. The lust he felt for her was insane. Her curvy body, her wavy hair. They drew him to her.
"Now, my pretty," said the dark-haired female who poked her dolls' eyes. "You're going to talk to me, and tell me what I want to know. Or you could tell Miss Moonshine."
"If yer don't bloody tell someone, Slayer, I'll be pullin' yer guts out. Angelus would've done that, yer know, before you turned 'im into a bloody pansy."
"Little repetitive, huh, Spike? Missing your blood?" Buffy retorted, smiling sweetly.
Spike snapped at that, marching over and using her hair to pull her ear up to his mouth.
"I could drain you right 'ere, little Slayer. I could turn you so yer blood runs cold and yer forget that poof and spend yer days hiding' out with me, doing that little thing Angel could never get yer to do." With that, he pulled her head round and kissed her roughly on the lips, despite her protests. "Feel." He turned, and sauntered back towards Drusilla, laughing and reaching behind her to bring some chains into Buffy's view.
"Of course, that could only be pain."
* * * * * *
"She said her dream was set in a cave, so I think we should look in all the caves below Sunnydale. I know there are a lot, but it'll be worth it if we can find Buffy," Angel explained.
"Okay, so, say we search all the caves and still don't find her. We'll have wasted weeks, maybe months, looking, and have gotten nowhere," Xander muttered bluntly. Everyone heard, but only Angel felt like answering. None of them wanted to point out that at least they'd have narrowed their search, because it still felt like they would be back to square one.
"That won't happen." Angel couldn't contemplate that they wouldn't Buffy, or that they'd only find her body. iNo, don't go there./i "I won't let it."