Part Fourteen
Yeah, I don't want to do this.
I park and turn off the car, and just sit there. Angel and Spike are suspiciously silent and I'm wondering if they've killed each other. We can all dream… No, but really, maybe they did kill each other. I look back and they're both staring at me.
Whoa.
"We can get to the house, if you want us to come with you." Spike offers.
Angel nods in agreement.
I sigh, "Sure, why not? I mean if things get too bad, you could always kill my Dad."
They stared at me.
"Joking." I sighed.
I stepped out of the car and into the direct light. It stung furiously, but I more or less ignored it, watching the guys sprint to the porch. I walked slowly until
Angel reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me.
"One of these days, you're going to yank my arm right off." I snapped, then smiled apologetically.
I stepped up to the door and pressed the doorbell. We heard pounding and the door flew open and I was looking into the hazel eyes of my dear little sister.
"Buffy!" She squealed, hugging me then screaming in delight when she saw Spike and Angel.
"What a welcome." Spike chuckled. His eyes went glazed for a moment, but he shook his head harshly and was back to his cocky self.
"Dad home?" I asked, peering into the house.
I saw Jeanine walk by, she smiled faintly at me.
Dawn shook her head, "No. He went to the office last night and didn't come back."
Her eyes held disappointment.
"Doing the workaholic thing again?" I asked, my eyes darkening.
"Of course."
I shook my head, rage towards my Father growing, "I've gotta go see him, so I'll see you later."
Dawn nodded.
"Back in the car, boys." I call with a clap of my hands.
"God damn, your step mom is hot." Spike says.
"She's not my step mom, she's my Dad's girlfriend." I corrected, starting my car and pulling out.
"We're going to your Dad's work?" Angel asked.
"Yep." I said.
"Where does he work?" Spike asked.
"Wolfman and Hart. Some law agency thing." I answered, making a right onto
the freeway.
I heard Angel growl low in his throat and I glanced in the rearview mirror. I wasn't surprised that I couldn't see him.
The rest of the ride was silent and I parked right in front of the door.
"Miss, you can't park there." A guard said.
I smirked, putting on my spoiled-Daddy's-little-girl act.
"My Father works here, I can park where ever the hell I want too. And he can also fire whoever I tell him too."
He backed away a few steps at my sharp tone and piercing gaze.
"Let's go." I said to the guys.
We stepped in and we did turned head.
We a threesome we made. Me in my leather pants and Wes's button up shirt over my top, Angel with his flying duster, and Spike…well, he's Spike. Bleach haired, blue eyes… Yeah, we turned heads.
*
"Two vampires have entered the premises."
"Can we get them on camera?" Hank Summers asked the techie.
"Yeah."
The techie typed with lightening speed and the camera focused and three people.
"Ohhh…" An old woman moaned.
"Giselle, are you alright?" Hank asked.
Giselle was a Gypsy seer. She could see into people…and things.
"There is great evil here." She moaned.
"Who?" Hank demanded.
Giselle lifted a withered and to the screen, pointing at the middle person, a girl.
"Her."
"What about the other two?" Hank asked, his eyes sharp.
"No, they are clean. But she…she reeks of evil. Wicked sin." The old woman moaned.
Hank lowered his head.
"Bring them all up to my office, use force, but DO NOT kill them."
"Yes sir."
*
We were waiting for the damned elevator to come.
God, this building has too many floors.
"I've never met your father." Angel suddenly says.
"Not a surprise." I muttered, "No one has…I think."
Spike rubbed his forehead, wincing.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Peachy, slayer." He snapped.
Meow.
Angel met my eyes and he shifted them to something behind me. He didn't want me to turn around so I glanced up at the round mirror in the corner. I saw six burly guards looking all Men-In-Black, coming up to us, their hands tightening on their night stick things. Our eyes met again and mentally we both counted.
1…
2…
3…
GO!
I grabbed Angel's shoulders and he boosted me up. I jumped and flipped over the guards heads and behind them.
"Hey sweetie." I sneered in a sickeningly sweet voice.
He growled and lunged at me. I dodged him, but he managed to smack the back of my knee with the stick. I cried out as my legs buckled and I fell to the floor.
He grabbed me with large meaty hands and forced me to the wall. I head butted him, hearing his nose crack and feeling his blood drip onto me. I swung him sloppily over my shoulder, sending us both to the ground.
He was heavy!
I chanced a look at my male partners and saw they weren't faring much better. The guard swiped my legs out from under me and I hit the ground, hard, getting the wind knocked out of me, My head smacked the tile with a frighteningly loud crack. Red and black dots exploded in front of my eyes and I felt blood, this time my own, seeping from me onto the floor. It was warm and smelled nauseatingly sweet.
"I'm here…to see my…Father." I gasped out, trying to catch my breath and stay conscious.
"Save it for someone who cares." He sneered in my ear. I flung my fist wildly and heard it connect.
Score!
I struggled to get up, waves of dizziness keeping my down. I yelped when he retaliated by punching my in my temple. I could hear Angel yell my name,
Spike growling ferociously.
Everything went black.
*
Later, though I don't know how much, I opened my eyes. I heard voice. Loud screaming voices. I tried to move but found out I was bound to a chair. I moaned and lolled my head around. I felt like I was stuffed with cement, heavy and stiff.
"Buffy?" A voice asked me.
"That'd be a yes…" I mumbled, my voice thick and raspy.
I blinked and knew where I was.
My Father's office.
"Buffy dear." Daddy purred from his desk.
"Bastard, why the hell am I tied to a chair?" I demanded.
"You got violent." He answered.
"Well, it's not like you gave me a warning that Butch and Bruno over there
where going to attack us with nightsticks!" I yelled.
Angel, who was sitting next to me, managed to touch his fingers to mine. I looked at him, into his soft brown eyes. He told me to calm down, though in not so many words. Not in any words, actually.
I sighed, angrily.
"Why are we tied up?" Spike asks, his voice laced with murder.
"You two are vampires. How am I supposed to know that you don't pose a threat to my company. As well as my daughter. Buffy, why are you with them.
Do you know who they are?"
I opened my mouth the scream at him, but he didn't give me time.
"Angelus, the Scourge of Europe. And William the bloody. They're killers." He said, his eyes dark.
I shook my hair out of my face, "So am I."
That seemed to shock everyone. My Dad paled.
"Damn it…" He muttered.
"What's the matter, Daddy, can't handle the truth?" I purred, my voice mocking.
"Buffy." Angel warned.
"Do you even know what you are? What you are capable of?" My Father demanded.
His voice was so sharp, so pained, I was shocked into silence.
"You don't know. Your Watcher's must be idiots." He said.
"You don't know them!" I yelled.
Dad went on as if I had never spoken, "The evil you will cause, the lives you'll end. You know nothing…"
Suddenly I feel as if I'm suffocating. I can't breath.
Spike starts to chant, "Evil, evil, so much pain…"
He's lost it.
So have I.
"No!" I scream.
I yank at my chains that I'm bound with and they snap with a loud shriek, shooting the broken, jagged steel all over.
"I am NOT evil!" I scream, lunging at my Father,
In this blind haze of rage, I don't see him as my Father., I see him as they very thing I am terrified of.
Me.
What I am, what I'm becoming.
Evil.
The guards run into the room, cocking their guns and pointing them at me.
"No!" Angel yells at them, his voice full of horror.
The room is closing in on me. My Dad pushed me off of him and I see him for what he is. His fanged mouth, his yellowed eyes, gleaming with rage.
I growl and attack him, changing into the demon within me. I have a hold on his throat and I slowly closing his airway. He's doing the same to me. The guards pull my off of him and my fingers tear away, his blood making them crimson. They throw me aside and I slam right into the big tinted glass window over looking the city.
The glass cracks.
Oh God.
The guards see me moving toward him again and they start to shoot. The bullets piece the walls and glass behind me. One hits me square in the chest and I'm thrown backwards into the cracked glass. I see the blood pooling and spilling from me.
Angel screams my name.
My Father gapes in horror.
Spike rocks back and forth covering his face.
Everything seems to go in slow motion. The glass breaks away and digs into my back. The guards shout and yell, my Father scrambling from where he had fallen. Angel snaps his chains and is running toward me.
But, too slowly.
I feel like I'm falling and everything disappears and I see the bright sun and clouds above me. I can feel the wind whipping around me, the clamor of the city below rushing in my ears.
Then…
Nothing.