A/N: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. ANYWAY, HERE'S CHAPTER THREE. HOPE YOU LIKE
IT. ENJOY.
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Dawn's screams pierced the night air as the knife cut deep into her flesh, almost cutting into the bone.
She struggled weakly while an old man held her bleeding arm down while another continued to cut.
The man whispered to her as he brushed her dark hair from her tear streamed face. "It is your sacrifice, great Deliver. It is your duty to save us from damnation. Your blood wills the gates of the void to open." The man who appeared centuries old, explained to her calmly as his hands became soaked with her blood.
She could barely remember how long she had been there but she distinctly recalled waking up in the same stone slab that she was now on. They had chained her wrists and ankles so she could not escape.
First there were the Elders, the three eyed old men who dressed in robes.
Then there were the Followers or the monsters that fervently came to her "shrine" to worship her.
In the beginning, despite how frightened Dawn was, it wasn't all so bad. The Elders and Followers came to where she was shackled to worship her like a goddess.
They explained that she was the creature of the light.
But then the Elders found out that it was her blood that opened the portal that led her to them. They realized that it was the dark liquid that flowed in her veins that gave her power.
And so they became hungry; hungry for her blood. They wanted her power and then the rituals began.
They started to take small amounts of blood, at first cutting her skin just enough to draw blood. But then they needed more and so they began cutting deep until each time, Dawn would lose consciousness for days.
She could barely remember how long it had been that she was lying on that slab of stone, chained and soaked in her own blood and tears.
Dawn kept crying out for Buffy, to come and save her, to forgive her for defying her but her sister never came.
Instead, Dawn was left to suffer in agony with no one, not even herself, to save her.
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"Dawn!" Buffy screamed as she woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. Breathing heavily, she pushed the covers aside and sat up, putting her face in her hands.
The door opened and Willow walked in, looking incredibly sleepy but worried nonetheless.
"Buffy?" She asked as she walked over to her friend and sat next to her.
"We have to find her, Will." Buffy whispered weakly.
"We will. We just need more time." Willow reassured her.
Buffy shook her head as she moved to face her friend. "We might not have enough time." She said tearfully. "I can feel it. She's in pain."
"Buffy, it was just a dream." Willow whispered.
Buffy shook her head. "No, she's part of me, Will. I know it when she's in pain." She insisted as she hugged herself as if cold.
Willow nodded. "Okay. Maybe we should try another spell in the morning. I think I may have found something." She suggested despite her hesitation.
They had already tried a number of spells for two weeks now since Willow arrived and she, as well as Buffy, knew that her energy was slowly draining from so much use of magic.
"No, no more magic." Buffy replied. "I'm going to call Angel. I hate bothering him but we have no choice. We've asked everyone: Giles, Faith, everyone."
Willow nodded; understanding. "Go back to sleep, Buffy. We'll call Angel as soon as you wake up."
"I can't sleep." Buffy answered.
"Okay." Willow replied as she stood to leave. "Just rest then. You haven't rested in so long."
"But-"
"Don't do this to yourself. There's nothing we can do for Dawn right now. In the morning, we'll call Angel." Willow protested and Buffy grudgingly relented.
Willow shook her head sadly as she closed Buffy's door and walked back to the guest room.
It was heartbreaking to see Buffy suffer again. No matter where she ran, it seemed that pain and agony followed her like a shadow.
Buffy deserved some peace in her life, free of magic and monsters and vampires and danger. She deserved to be able to sleep and not worry whether or not someone had opened the hellmouth and another big bad was planning on destroying the city.
Willow sighed again as she layed on her bed and slowly drifted into a fitful sleep.
She was first to wake up the next morning and Willow was glad that she was able to make breakfast for her friend. It seemed almost like old times when she used to live with Dawn and Buffy in their house on Revello Drive. She remembered always waking up first and preparing the breakfast before the sisters woke up.
Dawn would always come rushing into the kitchen, her dark hair bouncing as she greeted Willow cheerfully.
Buffy would then follow, looking refreshed but serious. Buffy was always serious.
"Hey." Buffy's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You didn't have to make breakfast."
Willow shrugged, giving her friend a somewhat shy smile. "Old habit." She answered and Buffy nodded silently as she walked up to a stool and sat down. "Eat." She offered.
Buffy picked her food and then ate it slowly. She said nothing while she ate, just occasionally sighing and taking small sips of her orange juice.
Willow waited patiently.
"I'm going to call Angel." She said as soon as she was finished. Willow nodded and started to clean up.
"Okay."
Buffy stopped and smiled sadly at her friend. "Thanks for being here." She said and Willow smiled..
"Any time." She replied.
Buffy then walked over to the phone and dialed the number that Angel had given her.
"Wolfram and Hart, Mr. Angel's office." A rather happy woman picked up.
"Can I talk to Angel please?" Buffy asked clearing her throat.
"Sure thing, Ms. Summers." The woman said and Buffy frowned slightly. She never gave her last name.
Buffy heard a click and then Angel's voice. "You didn't find Dawn, huh?" He said almost too smugly.
Buffy frowned again. "How did you know?" She asked quietly.
Angel sighed quietly on the other line. "Wolfram and Hart knows everything." He replied.
"Then why didn't you help?" She demanded. It would have been so much easier had Angel helped them in the beginning since he had known that she was in trouble all along.
"We've been kind of busy here, Buffy." He replied.
"Okay, I'm sorry for snapping. Do you know anything that might be able to help us bring Dawn back?" She asked.
"No, not really. She's in another dimension. That's all the mystics know for now. I have a couple of the staff researching your case right now." He said softly.
You case? Buffy thought warily. Since when was she ever a case?
"I'm going to go over there and see what they've come up with." She declared.
There was a long pause before Angel spoke again. "I don't think that's a good idea right now, Buffy. You should stay in Florida." He declared.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. Angel, no matter what happened to them, never told her not to see him. She knew that something was up.
Angel knew something and he was deliberately trying to hide it from her.
And she was going to find out.
"Angel, this is my sister who's in trouble here. I don't know what you're trying to do but I'm going there and you're going to help me. End of story." She said firmly before hanging up on him.
"Bad news?" Willow asked a few feet behind her.
Buffy gritted her teeth. "He knows something and he doesn't want me to find out." She announced.
"I'm sure it's nothing." Willow said but Buffy already had her mind set. "Are you still going?"
"Yeah."
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"Should we warn Spike of the slayer's impending arrival?" Lilah asked as she stood in Angel's office doorway. "We both know that the ex-vampire does not want to be found."
The souled vampire shook his head. "No. She's coming straight here and Spike doesn't even go here at all. He's always wandering around the city." Angel replied.
Lilah nodded with a soft smile as she walked over to his desk. "You know boss, you shouldn't worry about the little lady so much. It's not like she's endangering herself. She is after all, in a coma." She declared.
Angel's frown deepened. "How did you know I was thinking of Cordelia?"
"The look on your face says it all." She replied. "Here's what I found. I thought, maybe you'd be interested." She said as she handed him another one of the many folders that she had and will have.
Angel's eyes lit up. "Where is this being now?" He asked her hopefully.
Lilah smiled even wider. "The same place the youngest Summer's girl is. The problem is we don't know how to retrieve the creature."
"We'll find a way." Angel said with determination.
There was hope after all for Cordelia to wake up and Angel was going to make sure that she did.
He wasn't going to lose anyone else anymore. No matter what it took. He had lost his son; twice now and then he lost Cordelia. Physically, she was there with him but her soul was somewhere else, maybe drifting some place.
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Spike pulled the curtains open and smiled.
Another great day in the sun, he thought to himself as he drank his orange juice.
He looked at the liquid and smiled again, remembering that not too long ago he was drinking blood.
A touch of vodka made it even better.
But now he was drinking orange juice and actually eating like any other human being. It had taken him a whole week to get a normal sleeping routine but now everything was great.
He even considered the prospect of getting a job but decided against it. Human or not, he didn't want to become part of the complex and yet systematic routine of human life.
Spike wanted sheer freedom and that was what he had now. No rules to time him down. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever it pleased him.
It seemed surreal that not too long ago he didn't have what he had now.
Suddenly he heard thunder roar and Spike frowned as he looked up at the sky. "What the-"
The once clear blue sky was rapidly turning grey, hiding the sun away. Lightning struck from the sky, sending people scrambling for safety. He could hear people shrieking and suddenly he was brought back to his earlier days in Sunnydale.
Spike could almost hear the potentials screaming and shrieking with fright. In the distance he could see Buffy.
He shook the thought away, not wanting to think of the slayer and grabbed the phone and dialed Angel's number.
The poof would know what to do.
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A/N: WELL ANOTHER CHAPTER WITH NO ACTION. I PROMISE SPIKE AND BUFFY WILL MEET SOON. JUST REVIEW MORE. THAT'S ALL I ASK. A FEW WORDS FROM YOU WOULD BE REALLY NICE. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ALREADY AND MAYBE I'LL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER REALLY SOON.
THANX.
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Dawn's screams pierced the night air as the knife cut deep into her flesh, almost cutting into the bone.
She struggled weakly while an old man held her bleeding arm down while another continued to cut.
The man whispered to her as he brushed her dark hair from her tear streamed face. "It is your sacrifice, great Deliver. It is your duty to save us from damnation. Your blood wills the gates of the void to open." The man who appeared centuries old, explained to her calmly as his hands became soaked with her blood.
She could barely remember how long she had been there but she distinctly recalled waking up in the same stone slab that she was now on. They had chained her wrists and ankles so she could not escape.
First there were the Elders, the three eyed old men who dressed in robes.
Then there were the Followers or the monsters that fervently came to her "shrine" to worship her.
In the beginning, despite how frightened Dawn was, it wasn't all so bad. The Elders and Followers came to where she was shackled to worship her like a goddess.
They explained that she was the creature of the light.
But then the Elders found out that it was her blood that opened the portal that led her to them. They realized that it was the dark liquid that flowed in her veins that gave her power.
And so they became hungry; hungry for her blood. They wanted her power and then the rituals began.
They started to take small amounts of blood, at first cutting her skin just enough to draw blood. But then they needed more and so they began cutting deep until each time, Dawn would lose consciousness for days.
She could barely remember how long it had been that she was lying on that slab of stone, chained and soaked in her own blood and tears.
Dawn kept crying out for Buffy, to come and save her, to forgive her for defying her but her sister never came.
Instead, Dawn was left to suffer in agony with no one, not even herself, to save her.
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"Dawn!" Buffy screamed as she woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. Breathing heavily, she pushed the covers aside and sat up, putting her face in her hands.
The door opened and Willow walked in, looking incredibly sleepy but worried nonetheless.
"Buffy?" She asked as she walked over to her friend and sat next to her.
"We have to find her, Will." Buffy whispered weakly.
"We will. We just need more time." Willow reassured her.
Buffy shook her head as she moved to face her friend. "We might not have enough time." She said tearfully. "I can feel it. She's in pain."
"Buffy, it was just a dream." Willow whispered.
Buffy shook her head. "No, she's part of me, Will. I know it when she's in pain." She insisted as she hugged herself as if cold.
Willow nodded. "Okay. Maybe we should try another spell in the morning. I think I may have found something." She suggested despite her hesitation.
They had already tried a number of spells for two weeks now since Willow arrived and she, as well as Buffy, knew that her energy was slowly draining from so much use of magic.
"No, no more magic." Buffy replied. "I'm going to call Angel. I hate bothering him but we have no choice. We've asked everyone: Giles, Faith, everyone."
Willow nodded; understanding. "Go back to sleep, Buffy. We'll call Angel as soon as you wake up."
"I can't sleep." Buffy answered.
"Okay." Willow replied as she stood to leave. "Just rest then. You haven't rested in so long."
"But-"
"Don't do this to yourself. There's nothing we can do for Dawn right now. In the morning, we'll call Angel." Willow protested and Buffy grudgingly relented.
Willow shook her head sadly as she closed Buffy's door and walked back to the guest room.
It was heartbreaking to see Buffy suffer again. No matter where she ran, it seemed that pain and agony followed her like a shadow.
Buffy deserved some peace in her life, free of magic and monsters and vampires and danger. She deserved to be able to sleep and not worry whether or not someone had opened the hellmouth and another big bad was planning on destroying the city.
Willow sighed again as she layed on her bed and slowly drifted into a fitful sleep.
She was first to wake up the next morning and Willow was glad that she was able to make breakfast for her friend. It seemed almost like old times when she used to live with Dawn and Buffy in their house on Revello Drive. She remembered always waking up first and preparing the breakfast before the sisters woke up.
Dawn would always come rushing into the kitchen, her dark hair bouncing as she greeted Willow cheerfully.
Buffy would then follow, looking refreshed but serious. Buffy was always serious.
"Hey." Buffy's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You didn't have to make breakfast."
Willow shrugged, giving her friend a somewhat shy smile. "Old habit." She answered and Buffy nodded silently as she walked up to a stool and sat down. "Eat." She offered.
Buffy picked her food and then ate it slowly. She said nothing while she ate, just occasionally sighing and taking small sips of her orange juice.
Willow waited patiently.
"I'm going to call Angel." She said as soon as she was finished. Willow nodded and started to clean up.
"Okay."
Buffy stopped and smiled sadly at her friend. "Thanks for being here." She said and Willow smiled..
"Any time." She replied.
Buffy then walked over to the phone and dialed the number that Angel had given her.
"Wolfram and Hart, Mr. Angel's office." A rather happy woman picked up.
"Can I talk to Angel please?" Buffy asked clearing her throat.
"Sure thing, Ms. Summers." The woman said and Buffy frowned slightly. She never gave her last name.
Buffy heard a click and then Angel's voice. "You didn't find Dawn, huh?" He said almost too smugly.
Buffy frowned again. "How did you know?" She asked quietly.
Angel sighed quietly on the other line. "Wolfram and Hart knows everything." He replied.
"Then why didn't you help?" She demanded. It would have been so much easier had Angel helped them in the beginning since he had known that she was in trouble all along.
"We've been kind of busy here, Buffy." He replied.
"Okay, I'm sorry for snapping. Do you know anything that might be able to help us bring Dawn back?" She asked.
"No, not really. She's in another dimension. That's all the mystics know for now. I have a couple of the staff researching your case right now." He said softly.
You case? Buffy thought warily. Since when was she ever a case?
"I'm going to go over there and see what they've come up with." She declared.
There was a long pause before Angel spoke again. "I don't think that's a good idea right now, Buffy. You should stay in Florida." He declared.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. Angel, no matter what happened to them, never told her not to see him. She knew that something was up.
Angel knew something and he was deliberately trying to hide it from her.
And she was going to find out.
"Angel, this is my sister who's in trouble here. I don't know what you're trying to do but I'm going there and you're going to help me. End of story." She said firmly before hanging up on him.
"Bad news?" Willow asked a few feet behind her.
Buffy gritted her teeth. "He knows something and he doesn't want me to find out." She announced.
"I'm sure it's nothing." Willow said but Buffy already had her mind set. "Are you still going?"
"Yeah."
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"Should we warn Spike of the slayer's impending arrival?" Lilah asked as she stood in Angel's office doorway. "We both know that the ex-vampire does not want to be found."
The souled vampire shook his head. "No. She's coming straight here and Spike doesn't even go here at all. He's always wandering around the city." Angel replied.
Lilah nodded with a soft smile as she walked over to his desk. "You know boss, you shouldn't worry about the little lady so much. It's not like she's endangering herself. She is after all, in a coma." She declared.
Angel's frown deepened. "How did you know I was thinking of Cordelia?"
"The look on your face says it all." She replied. "Here's what I found. I thought, maybe you'd be interested." She said as she handed him another one of the many folders that she had and will have.
Angel's eyes lit up. "Where is this being now?" He asked her hopefully.
Lilah smiled even wider. "The same place the youngest Summer's girl is. The problem is we don't know how to retrieve the creature."
"We'll find a way." Angel said with determination.
There was hope after all for Cordelia to wake up and Angel was going to make sure that she did.
He wasn't going to lose anyone else anymore. No matter what it took. He had lost his son; twice now and then he lost Cordelia. Physically, she was there with him but her soul was somewhere else, maybe drifting some place.
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Spike pulled the curtains open and smiled.
Another great day in the sun, he thought to himself as he drank his orange juice.
He looked at the liquid and smiled again, remembering that not too long ago he was drinking blood.
A touch of vodka made it even better.
But now he was drinking orange juice and actually eating like any other human being. It had taken him a whole week to get a normal sleeping routine but now everything was great.
He even considered the prospect of getting a job but decided against it. Human or not, he didn't want to become part of the complex and yet systematic routine of human life.
Spike wanted sheer freedom and that was what he had now. No rules to time him down. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever it pleased him.
It seemed surreal that not too long ago he didn't have what he had now.
Suddenly he heard thunder roar and Spike frowned as he looked up at the sky. "What the-"
The once clear blue sky was rapidly turning grey, hiding the sun away. Lightning struck from the sky, sending people scrambling for safety. He could hear people shrieking and suddenly he was brought back to his earlier days in Sunnydale.
Spike could almost hear the potentials screaming and shrieking with fright. In the distance he could see Buffy.
He shook the thought away, not wanting to think of the slayer and grabbed the phone and dialed Angel's number.
The poof would know what to do.
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A/N: WELL ANOTHER CHAPTER WITH NO ACTION. I PROMISE SPIKE AND BUFFY WILL MEET SOON. JUST REVIEW MORE. THAT'S ALL I ASK. A FEW WORDS FROM YOU WOULD BE REALLY NICE. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ALREADY AND MAYBE I'LL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER REALLY SOON.
THANX.
