CB: Cat and Mouse, -VIII-
The blade is sharp against my skin, and I can feel it cutting into my throat as I'm jerked along down the alleyway. I saw the look in Spike's eyes when he saw that they had me. If I hadn't known from what he said in the bath how he felt about me… that would be enough to tell me.
I was too scared, when they grabbed me, still trying to get myself properly dressed on my quick way out the door, to fight back. But with the leather gloved hand clamped over my mouth, and the painful danger of the knife at my throat, I can't do much more than walk carefully with my hands bound behind my back.
And then I hear the gunshot, and the knife gets closer to my throat.
"Your boyfriend just did something really stupid, honey," comes the dark voice.
But I know it wasn't Spike.
He wouldn't put me in that sort of danger.
"This way."
The insistent tug on my head comes and the knife grazes my neck. I hiss in pain as the blade scores my skin. I scar.
And then I hear the footsteps.
They are running quickly, and too heavy to be Spike's.
I glance up, eyes wide, and see a very large, hulking figure dropping from a fire escape nearby, hands clasped high above his head as he lowers his clasped fists on the large Red Dragon's head.
Startled, he drops the knife, but keeps his grip on my mouth, forcing me to duck forward as he bends and avoids the blow. Jette lands heavily on the concrete, and I jam the heel of my boot into the jerk's groin, darting forward and losing my balance to take a spill on the damp concrete of the alley.
There are more footsteps, and I roll out of the way as Jette engages the Red Dragon that held me captive, working my way up to my knees and not caring how dirty I'm getting in the process. The alley smells of garbage, and so does my fresh, clean hair.
The two of them scuffle behind me, and I work ineffectually on the plastic ties on my wrists, only succeeding in cutting into my skin with them, painfully. There is the noise of a body falling behind me. The noise is heavy and damp in the relative quiet of the alley, and then a strong hand jerks me to my feet by the elbow.
"Come on."
Thankfully, it's Jette's voice. It is clean and clear over the thud of my heartbeat and my own heavy, ragged breathing. I nod, and he doesn't even bother to undo the bindings on my arms before shoving me along out of the alley. As we enter the parking lot, I see something confusing.
Spike is in the middle of a fight, and he's getting beaten.
"Spike, let's get out of here!" Jette calls, still shoving me before him.
I didn't know he'd called Jette in on this. I thought it was between the two of us.
Spike risks a glance, and then seems to shake his head, as though he can't believe I'm there. Safe and relatively unharmed. His fighting seems to regain its lost momentum, and he sprints over to catch up with us after dispatching the small knot of his attackers.
