The Wrong Side of the Line
written by Rylee Jane
Chapter 12: The Headaches of Unlife
Part two of the the two chapters I promised! Hope you like!
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He didn't know how much time had passed, but he had been thirsty for days and he was starting to hallucinate. He was sure that, by now, his camp would have not only discovered that he was missing, but probably decided that he'd been lost for good and stopped looking for him. He had been tugging on his ropes as much as he could when he was conscious, but he knew that Angel would come in and check them everytime he passed out. Spike was sure that the bastard had changed them on him when he started getting them worn down.
At least, he thought tiredly, Angel hadn't started in on the actual torture yet. He would eventually, because he liked it too much not to. Spike had seen it before, and he shuddered to think of being on the receiving end of it. He was tough, of course, because all vampires were. They were all strong enough to take a hundred times more torture than a human could. They still weren't totally unbreakable though. Vampires felt pain just like any other creature on the planet.
He shifted his weight slightly, moving his hands along the wall behind him until he felt the rough stone he'd been using to cut at his ropes. He started the process all over again, rubbing his wrists across it, trying to get the ropes to wear thin. Of course, it also required running his wrists over the sharp edge, and he'd long ago cut them wide open on it. And that, of course, made his job harder, because the ropes quickly got soaked with blood and became harder to cut. Not to mention it just flat out hurt, and the more blood he lost, the weaker he got. Still, it was better than just sitting there waiting for Angel to come in and pick on him some more.
He bit his lip and continued his sawing, trying to focus on something other than the pain. He could always think about Buffy. Thinking of her pissed him off so bad that the pain nearly disappeared altogether. The bitch had let him help her and then double-crossed him. And now, she was undoubtedly sitting in her room with Angel, laughing at him. To hell with her, then. To hell with all humans. It wasn't too late to go back to his camp and make sure that they all paid for what she'd done. He could unleash a virus on them that would take out the entire population in a matter of days. And he would dance on their bones.
The thought made him laugh. He devised a hundred plans of just how to kill them, how to make them suffer, how to celebrate when he'd finished it all.
Then, he sunk back into unconsciousness.
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The light was back. He could tell before he opened his eyes. He didn't need the light to see, so they hadn't turned it on for him. Must mean a human was in the room with him. He sniffed slightly, and the smell confirmed what he'd suspected. There was a human somewhere near by. Very close, in fact. Another sniff. Only this one wasn't him. Someone else was sniffing. Sobbing.
He opened his eyes slowly and scanned the room. There she sat, in the far corner, huddled and crying.
"Hello, bitch," he snarled.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Oh, god. You're awake. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up again. Are you OK?"
He let out a harsh laugh. "What the hell do you care how I am? You conniving, traitorous tramp."
She frowned at him through her tears. "What? What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" he snapped, sitting up further. "What's wrong with you? I risk getting my ass busted to get you food and you turn me over to your boyfriend and his damn radical freak friends? I knew humans were cold but I didn't know you could be."
She straightened her shoulders, pulling her arms up so that he could see the chains that held her to the wall. "Does this look like I'm in it with Angel? Huh?! I didn't turn you over to anyone! And thanks so much for giving me the benefit of the doubt! Self-righteous jerk!"
He stared at her, then grinned. "He set you up, didn't he? Told you to get me there and then turned on you too?"
She sighed, slumping back against the wall. "Earth to Spike! I didn't set you up. I had no idea that Angel was even looking for you. I came to talk to you about Giles and he followed me. He hit you and knocked you out, and I, being the total idiot that I am, decided to try to rescue you. That's why I'm chained up here with you, you--- dolt!"
He shook his head. "Why would you try to rescue you me?"
She groaned, letting her head fall back against the wall. "God, are you that stupid? I mean, honestly. Cause if you are, then I hope they just kill me now! I came to rescue you, because I love you, dumbass!"
He started to respond, then stopped, his mouth still open. He wondered if she could see his eyes tear up from all the way over there. "You--- love me."
"DUH!"
"Still?"
She sighed. "Always, Spike. I never stopped loving you. How could I? Why would I, for that matter?"
"Because I left you," he said softly. "I let you down."
"You didn't let me down. And you didn't leave me. You did what you had to do. I can't blame you for that."
"Giles was right. I should have went with you, just because you asked me to. My future was with you."
She looked at him, eyes wide. "Giles talked to you about me?"
"Of course he did. 'S why he let himself be caught. So he could tell me what a jerk I was."
"You're kidding, right? That wasn't the only reason?"
"That's the only reason he gave me. Who knows with him."
The door opened and they both jumped slightly. "Well, hello there kids!" Angel grinned. "How are you two getting along? Playing nice, I hope."
"Wanker," Spike muttered.
"Prick," Buffy added.
"Good to hear," Angel laughed. "I hope you're enjoying the company, Spike. I seriously thought about letting you keep thinking that she'd stabbed you in the back. Then I realized that it would be so much more fun to let you two make up and get all friendly again---," he walked over to a table in the far corner and picked up a knife and rubbed it over his palm, "and then let you watch while I torture her."
Spike jerked against his ropes again, hoping to pull them loose. "Don't touch her!"
"Oh, now, Spike. She's a human. What do you care what happens to one lousy human? Especially one lousy human that broke your poor, little heart?" He stalked toward Buffy, wielding the knife, spinning it around his finger. Then he stopped and turned to Spike. "Unless you want to go first."
Spike growled deep in his throat, but nodded. "Yeh, me first. You kept me waiting this long, you may as well start with me."
Angel laughed, walking toward him slowly. "God, I was hoping you'd say that! This is going to be so much fun." He knelt in front of Spike and pressed the knife blade to his throat. "I only hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
"NO!" Buffy screamed, but Angel ignored her.
"What to do first?" he wondered aloud, pulling the knife so a thin stream of blood appeared on Spike's neck. "See, I usually start with the little things, you know like breaking fingers, cutting off toes, maybe hot dripping grease to the groin. But all of that is just too weak. Vampires handle it a lot better than people do. I've already starved you, and--- I gotta' say---the skeleton look works for you. Maybe I'll just go for the gusto and see how long it takes to break you. Sound good?"
Spike caught Buffy's eyes over Angel's shoulder and held them for a second. Then suddenly, pain exploded through his stomach and he looked down at the knife handle sticking out of his side.
He gritted his teeth and sucked in a little air. Angel pulled the knife out, which hurt more than when he was pushing it in. Then, he jabbed it back in again and gave it a twist.
This time, Spike cried out. "Bloody hell," he screamed, nausea sweeping over him.
"Did that hurt? Cause I've always wondered what that feels like. Bet it stings like a bitch, huh?"
Spike bit back a smart ass comment, really not wanting to piss him off. Angel could be quite inventive about causing pain, and Spike really wasn't up for the full-force torture.
Angel took the knife across Spike's stomach, applying only a little pressure. The blade was sharp enough to cause a hair-line cut on the skin, and it stung like a paper cut. A really bad paper cut.
"You know, I've always wondered about something else too. Why is it that you have scars on you? Vampires don't scar."
Spike sucked in another breath as the knife drug across his skin again, just below his breastbone. "Don't know, mate. Why don't you let me go do some research on that and I'll get back to you."
Angel laughed. "Nah, that's OK. It was just---." Another slice, right across the chest. "Curiosity."
Spike felt the tears well in his eyes. "Planning to bleed me dry, are you?"
Angel considered this a minute, the sneer never disappearing from his face. "I don't know just yet. You know, they say the best artists are the ones who just start painting and see what happens. I like to think that's my method too. I've still got plenty of time to decide what I want to make of you. You'll live a long time with just little cuts like this."
Buffy had been sitting silently, her head turned away so she wouldn't have to see what was happening, sobbing softly against her own shoulder. Now, she turned her head to look at Spike. "Stop," she said, so softly that Spike could barely hear it, even with his sensitive ears. Angel didn't hear it at all.
Instead, he was examining his knife carefully. "Maybe this isn't the right tool. I thought I could at least get some tears out of you with this." He stood and walked over to the table again. "Can't use fire. Dried up as you are, you'll go up like a match and that won't be much fun." He sorted through his weapons, mumbling about something.
Spike took the opportunity to catch Buffy's gaze. "Don't," he mouthed, begging her with his expression to not draw Angel's attention.
She gave him a look that told him she wasn't just going to sit there and take this. Spike sighed and let his head slump back against the wall, then sat back up as a sharp stone poked him in the back. Out of habit more than hope, he kept his eyes on Angel and started to run the ropes across it again. He felt the ropes give slightly and let it show on his face, trying to give Buffy some hope.
When Angel turned back to him, he stopped moving, watching his foe with a wary eye. "So what's it to be, mate?"
Angel held up a metal gadget with several skewers coming out of the tip. "I was thinking we'd see what happens if I make you into a sieve."
He started towards Spike with the device, grinning from ear to ear.
They all heard the word, as it was shouted in the hallway just outside the door. "Sbriciolare!"
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So, there you have it. More to come. Read and Review, let me know what you really think!
written by Rylee Jane
Chapter 12: The Headaches of Unlife
Part two of the the two chapters I promised! Hope you like!
______________________________________________________________________________________________
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he had been thirsty for days and he was starting to hallucinate. He was sure that, by now, his camp would have not only discovered that he was missing, but probably decided that he'd been lost for good and stopped looking for him. He had been tugging on his ropes as much as he could when he was conscious, but he knew that Angel would come in and check them everytime he passed out. Spike was sure that the bastard had changed them on him when he started getting them worn down.
At least, he thought tiredly, Angel hadn't started in on the actual torture yet. He would eventually, because he liked it too much not to. Spike had seen it before, and he shuddered to think of being on the receiving end of it. He was tough, of course, because all vampires were. They were all strong enough to take a hundred times more torture than a human could. They still weren't totally unbreakable though. Vampires felt pain just like any other creature on the planet.
He shifted his weight slightly, moving his hands along the wall behind him until he felt the rough stone he'd been using to cut at his ropes. He started the process all over again, rubbing his wrists across it, trying to get the ropes to wear thin. Of course, it also required running his wrists over the sharp edge, and he'd long ago cut them wide open on it. And that, of course, made his job harder, because the ropes quickly got soaked with blood and became harder to cut. Not to mention it just flat out hurt, and the more blood he lost, the weaker he got. Still, it was better than just sitting there waiting for Angel to come in and pick on him some more.
He bit his lip and continued his sawing, trying to focus on something other than the pain. He could always think about Buffy. Thinking of her pissed him off so bad that the pain nearly disappeared altogether. The bitch had let him help her and then double-crossed him. And now, she was undoubtedly sitting in her room with Angel, laughing at him. To hell with her, then. To hell with all humans. It wasn't too late to go back to his camp and make sure that they all paid for what she'd done. He could unleash a virus on them that would take out the entire population in a matter of days. And he would dance on their bones.
The thought made him laugh. He devised a hundred plans of just how to kill them, how to make them suffer, how to celebrate when he'd finished it all.
Then, he sunk back into unconsciousness.
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The light was back. He could tell before he opened his eyes. He didn't need the light to see, so they hadn't turned it on for him. Must mean a human was in the room with him. He sniffed slightly, and the smell confirmed what he'd suspected. There was a human somewhere near by. Very close, in fact. Another sniff. Only this one wasn't him. Someone else was sniffing. Sobbing.
He opened his eyes slowly and scanned the room. There she sat, in the far corner, huddled and crying.
"Hello, bitch," he snarled.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Oh, god. You're awake. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up again. Are you OK?"
He let out a harsh laugh. "What the hell do you care how I am? You conniving, traitorous tramp."
She frowned at him through her tears. "What? What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" he snapped, sitting up further. "What's wrong with you? I risk getting my ass busted to get you food and you turn me over to your boyfriend and his damn radical freak friends? I knew humans were cold but I didn't know you could be."
She straightened her shoulders, pulling her arms up so that he could see the chains that held her to the wall. "Does this look like I'm in it with Angel? Huh?! I didn't turn you over to anyone! And thanks so much for giving me the benefit of the doubt! Self-righteous jerk!"
He stared at her, then grinned. "He set you up, didn't he? Told you to get me there and then turned on you too?"
She sighed, slumping back against the wall. "Earth to Spike! I didn't set you up. I had no idea that Angel was even looking for you. I came to talk to you about Giles and he followed me. He hit you and knocked you out, and I, being the total idiot that I am, decided to try to rescue you. That's why I'm chained up here with you, you--- dolt!"
He shook his head. "Why would you try to rescue you me?"
She groaned, letting her head fall back against the wall. "God, are you that stupid? I mean, honestly. Cause if you are, then I hope they just kill me now! I came to rescue you, because I love you, dumbass!"
He started to respond, then stopped, his mouth still open. He wondered if she could see his eyes tear up from all the way over there. "You--- love me."
"DUH!"
"Still?"
She sighed. "Always, Spike. I never stopped loving you. How could I? Why would I, for that matter?"
"Because I left you," he said softly. "I let you down."
"You didn't let me down. And you didn't leave me. You did what you had to do. I can't blame you for that."
"Giles was right. I should have went with you, just because you asked me to. My future was with you."
She looked at him, eyes wide. "Giles talked to you about me?"
"Of course he did. 'S why he let himself be caught. So he could tell me what a jerk I was."
"You're kidding, right? That wasn't the only reason?"
"That's the only reason he gave me. Who knows with him."
The door opened and they both jumped slightly. "Well, hello there kids!" Angel grinned. "How are you two getting along? Playing nice, I hope."
"Wanker," Spike muttered.
"Prick," Buffy added.
"Good to hear," Angel laughed. "I hope you're enjoying the company, Spike. I seriously thought about letting you keep thinking that she'd stabbed you in the back. Then I realized that it would be so much more fun to let you two make up and get all friendly again---," he walked over to a table in the far corner and picked up a knife and rubbed it over his palm, "and then let you watch while I torture her."
Spike jerked against his ropes again, hoping to pull them loose. "Don't touch her!"
"Oh, now, Spike. She's a human. What do you care what happens to one lousy human? Especially one lousy human that broke your poor, little heart?" He stalked toward Buffy, wielding the knife, spinning it around his finger. Then he stopped and turned to Spike. "Unless you want to go first."
Spike growled deep in his throat, but nodded. "Yeh, me first. You kept me waiting this long, you may as well start with me."
Angel laughed, walking toward him slowly. "God, I was hoping you'd say that! This is going to be so much fun." He knelt in front of Spike and pressed the knife blade to his throat. "I only hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
"NO!" Buffy screamed, but Angel ignored her.
"What to do first?" he wondered aloud, pulling the knife so a thin stream of blood appeared on Spike's neck. "See, I usually start with the little things, you know like breaking fingers, cutting off toes, maybe hot dripping grease to the groin. But all of that is just too weak. Vampires handle it a lot better than people do. I've already starved you, and--- I gotta' say---the skeleton look works for you. Maybe I'll just go for the gusto and see how long it takes to break you. Sound good?"
Spike caught Buffy's eyes over Angel's shoulder and held them for a second. Then suddenly, pain exploded through his stomach and he looked down at the knife handle sticking out of his side.
He gritted his teeth and sucked in a little air. Angel pulled the knife out, which hurt more than when he was pushing it in. Then, he jabbed it back in again and gave it a twist.
This time, Spike cried out. "Bloody hell," he screamed, nausea sweeping over him.
"Did that hurt? Cause I've always wondered what that feels like. Bet it stings like a bitch, huh?"
Spike bit back a smart ass comment, really not wanting to piss him off. Angel could be quite inventive about causing pain, and Spike really wasn't up for the full-force torture.
Angel took the knife across Spike's stomach, applying only a little pressure. The blade was sharp enough to cause a hair-line cut on the skin, and it stung like a paper cut. A really bad paper cut.
"You know, I've always wondered about something else too. Why is it that you have scars on you? Vampires don't scar."
Spike sucked in another breath as the knife drug across his skin again, just below his breastbone. "Don't know, mate. Why don't you let me go do some research on that and I'll get back to you."
Angel laughed. "Nah, that's OK. It was just---." Another slice, right across the chest. "Curiosity."
Spike felt the tears well in his eyes. "Planning to bleed me dry, are you?"
Angel considered this a minute, the sneer never disappearing from his face. "I don't know just yet. You know, they say the best artists are the ones who just start painting and see what happens. I like to think that's my method too. I've still got plenty of time to decide what I want to make of you. You'll live a long time with just little cuts like this."
Buffy had been sitting silently, her head turned away so she wouldn't have to see what was happening, sobbing softly against her own shoulder. Now, she turned her head to look at Spike. "Stop," she said, so softly that Spike could barely hear it, even with his sensitive ears. Angel didn't hear it at all.
Instead, he was examining his knife carefully. "Maybe this isn't the right tool. I thought I could at least get some tears out of you with this." He stood and walked over to the table again. "Can't use fire. Dried up as you are, you'll go up like a match and that won't be much fun." He sorted through his weapons, mumbling about something.
Spike took the opportunity to catch Buffy's gaze. "Don't," he mouthed, begging her with his expression to not draw Angel's attention.
She gave him a look that told him she wasn't just going to sit there and take this. Spike sighed and let his head slump back against the wall, then sat back up as a sharp stone poked him in the back. Out of habit more than hope, he kept his eyes on Angel and started to run the ropes across it again. He felt the ropes give slightly and let it show on his face, trying to give Buffy some hope.
When Angel turned back to him, he stopped moving, watching his foe with a wary eye. "So what's it to be, mate?"
Angel held up a metal gadget with several skewers coming out of the tip. "I was thinking we'd see what happens if I make you into a sieve."
He started towards Spike with the device, grinning from ear to ear.
They all heard the word, as it was shouted in the hallway just outside the door. "Sbriciolare!"
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So, there you have it. More to come. Read and Review, let me know what you really think!