Title: Scared Hearts
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Well, this chapter is about the fight. You ready for it? Don't mind me if I'm not all intense with the hitting and not knowing of the punches, that's just because I'm all not fight aware and stuff. And cant go on without saying thanks to slayerfan91 (ahem, check out her stories). She helped with the ending of the fight, so thanks. Plus, she's just a very nice person that actually likes my stories. LoL.
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Buffy hung up the phone after having a long conversation with Willow. She wasn't worried about herself, but she knew just how worried her friends were, or at least she did now. Willow insisted on going tonight, but Buffy had told her it was probably safer to stay home. After a long speech about how Buffy better not get herself hurt or killed, Willow finally let her go get ready for the fight. There wasn't much to do to get ready, except maybe a knife from the kitchen. She didn't plan on using it, but she could never be too safe. For all she knew, they could have a gun.
After strapping the knife around her ankle, Buffy headed into the bathroom to get her fighting makeup on. Laughing at that very thought, she pulled out her eyeliner and began to, well, line. 'I wonder if Spike's really going to show. Of course he is Buffy, you know that. But what if he gets hurt? What will I do then? It'll be all my fault because I wouldn't be a wuss and surrender.'
Once done with her makeup, Buffy quickly grabbed her leather jacket and headed out the door. Her tight leather pants felt stiff against her skin and her red tank top with the word 'Slayer' printed on it in black sparkly letters clung to her chest. She knew this outfit all too well; it was the one she used to fight in back before her mother sent her to Sacred Hearts. That's why she knew she'd make it through, all her experience, all her pain, she could, no she would use that to win.
The closer she got to Sunrise Point; the more butterflies invaded her stomach. Not the fact that tonight, she might be coming home with a broken body, but that tonight, she'd be fighting the guy that made her feel something she'd never felt before. Or wanted to. Spike wasn't on her side, and that was harder to deal with then she thought. How could she hurt him after he just found out about his dad the night before? Maybe that's what he wanted, to just let it out by inflicting pain on others, on her.
As the crowd of people came into view, Buffy rid herself of those annoying butterflies and her walk gained more confidence. She stepped on a twig, purposely causing it to crack and get everyone's attention on her. Seeing that indeed, pretty much the whole school was huddled around this one little circle, Buffy felt the need to see someone familiar, someone who loved her. Why she didn't let Willow come, she was beginning to rethink that idea.
"Summers, you made it," Angel said, bringing his hands together.
"Don't you know its illegal to hit a girl Angel? You could get in some serious trouble with the law," Buffy said stopping a ways back from the gang.
"If you want to back out, just say that . . ."
"Oh I'm not trying to back out baby, I wouldn't miss the chance to get a good fight in. It's been a while, I'm anxious."
"So confident, yet so alone," Angel said.
"Nice try, but the whole trying to pull me down with the mind messing, it doesn't work. I am alone, I've always been that way, that only makes me a stronger fighter."
"Can we cut the chit chat short and get the with the fighting already?" Cordelia asked impatiently.
"Yeah Cordy, guess we could do that. Ready Buffy?"
"As ever."
"Here's how it's going to go down. We realize that ganging up on you would be an unfair thing to do, and plus we all wanted a piece, so, we're all going to get our own turn," Angel said. "I'm first."
"Bring it."
Buffy walked forward, keeping her arms near her chest in a fighting position. As she neared Angel, she stood, ready, waiting. As Angel cockily took off his jacket, handing it to Cordelia, Buffy glanced around at the people that surrounded her. All of them would be no doubt cheering for Angel and his gang, and Buffy couldn't care less. She didn't need them.
Angel made his way closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. His eyes reflected something cold, something hard. But hers, even though she showed no fear were warm and full of love. He thought that to his advantage, but he didn't even know how good a fighter Buffy was, he was soon to find out.
"C'mon baby, give my your best shot," Buffy whispered, opening her arms to let Angel hit her.
He laughed and then fiercely took a swing at her, causing her head to turn to the side, but she did not dare let herself fall from his hit. Buffy smiled before quickly, almost so quick you couldn't see it, brought her hand up and smacked him right in his nose, knocking him off balance.
"You're asking for it bitch," Angel said, touching his nose.
"As I said, bring it."
Buffy attempted another hit, but this time he was quick and blocked it. Sending one her way, she too blocked it and the two circled each other cautiously. Buffy was good at reading her opponents, as in knowing pretty much what moves they were going to make before they made them, she considered it an unwanted, but helpful, gift. Angel lunged out with his whole arm to make a clean hit, but Buffy grabbed his arm and sent him flying to the ground far from her. As Angel recovered, Buffy glanced over at Spike who was watching the fight closely. Angel saw this as his chance to knock Buffy down, but she saw him out of the corner of her eye and dodged his body. Getting up, mud stains on his clothes, Angel looked quite frustrated and tired with Buffy. She hadn't a scratch on her, except for the bruise that was beginning to show on her left eye, but other then that, she looked like a princess compared to him.
"Tired?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Thought I'd let someone else take a turn, maybe a girl. See a little chick fight," Angel said, walking over to the gang and pushing Druscilla out to where Buffy stood.
"Druscilla," Buffy said. "I've been waiting for this day."
"You have him you know? Why he bothers to love you when you don't love him. I had him, I felt him, even though he reeked of you. It's all your fault. If you hadn't of come here, Spike would love me. He said he loved me!"
"Felt him . . . What are you talking about? Spike doesn't love me and I could never love him. Can we get on with me kicking your ass now?"
"You took Spike away from me!" Druscilla said and ran at Buffy.
A little shocked, not expecting . . .well actually, come to think of it. Druscilla wasn't really known for her sanity. She knocked Buffy down, and started to pull on her hair. 'Oh god, catfight style? You've got to be joking me?' Buffy thought and immediately shoved Druscilla off her. Buffy touched her head, 'That kind of hurt. Stupid bitch.' Buffy flung a punch right at Druscilla's face with such force that it knocked her out in seconds. 'Shows you.'
"And the next contestant on getting their ass kicked is . . ." Buffy said, happily.
"Anya will take you," Angel said, giving her a slight push forward.
"Did you see what she did to Dru, and you?" Anya whispered/yelled.
"Yeah, I can feel it too. If you back down from this, don't expect to ever come back to us again, ever."
Anya swallowed the lump forming in her throat and carefully walked up to Buffy. Anya knew she wasn't a good fighter, she'd never fought in her life, unless having a sexual fight with a man counted, then no, she'd never fought. Standing there, her eyes closed shut tightly, Buffy wondered what the hell she was doing.
"You might need to use those," Buffy said.
"Huh? Just make it quick," Anya begged.
"You're joking right? This is who I'm supposed to fight. Come on, I thought that I would get at least a good fight. Where's Parker, Riley, Cordelia? One of you's want to take a shot at the Buffster?"
"I'm here," Riley said, stepping forward as Anya backed off to Angel who began to lecture her on fighting.
Anya yelled back at him, full force, something about no longer being his sex kitten and ran off, after Cordelia gave her a quite hurtful look.
'Okay, he is big. Very, very big muscles he has,' Buffy thought. 'Oh crap; you're going to die. No you're not! You can take him, you've fought bigger.'
"You're a big fella aren't ya?" Buffy asked, backing up.
"Time for me to take what's ours," Riley said, smirking.
"Like hell steroid boy. If you think you're going to win against me, guess what, you'll be wanted for murder in the morning. What makes you think you can beat me anyways? I've already taken down three of those wimps, you're all the same."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Why don't we find out?"
Buffy readied herself, for she knew that this fight wasn't going to be like Angel, Druscilla or Anya, this one was going to cause some ache. Buffy tried to read Riley, to figure out how he was going to come at her, but it was as if this guy had a spell on him to prevent him from being read.
"No, I want to fight her. I need to fight her Angel, please," Cordelia said, loud enough for everyone to stop and stare.
"Fine, Riley, back down," Angel said and as if they all took orders from him, which they actually do, they listened.
"Is this going to be another catfight style? Because I really don't think I can take another dose of that. Or maybe Cordelia will quiver in fear like Anya had and-" Buffy was cut off when Cordelia brought her hand up and slapped Buffy. "You know, that was a pretty good slap. Too bad I don't do slaps or you might get off easy."
"I was just warming up. You haven't even seen what I can do Buffy, you probably don't want to."
"Oh no, save me from Cordelia, she might attack me with her long manicured nails and bottle of hairspray," Buffy teased and punched Cordelia, causing her to fall to the ground. "Or I could just do that to save myself."
"Whore," Cordelia said and knocked Buffy's feet out from underneath her with the swing of a leg. "You broke my nail!"
Buffy stood up, holding her back. The way she had fallen on it had hurt it somehow and it felt as though there were a million knives being stabbed into it. Not showing her pain, she lifted her leg in a kick and sent Cordelia flying backwards just as she stood up. Buffy walked over to where she laid and stood on top of her.
"This is going to be funner then I planned."
She got down on her knees, on each side of Cordelia's body and slapped her in the face. "Just warming up," she said as she then punched Cordelia twice, drawing blood to her nose and lip.
To her surprise, Cordelia was a strong fighter and she placed her hands on Buffy's chest and shoved her off with all her strength. Buffy stumbled back a few steps, allowing Cordelia the chance to stand up and check out her wounds. As Buffy looked up, she saw Cordelia coming for her and like Angel, dodged out of the way. But Cordelia must have known what she'd planned, for she changed her direction slightly, hitting her target. The two girls fell to the ground and began rolling around, each taking a hit as they landed on top.
After a few minutes of doing so, Buffy landed on top and decided that was enough, she stood up and waited, readying herself for Cordelia to get her balance. Taking Cordy a few minutes to catch it, Buffy glanced over once again at Spike. Druscilla had regained consciousness and was lying in his arms. Buffy flinched at the sight, rather then the shooting pain in her back and shook it off, concentrating on the fight between her and Cordelia. They stared for a minute, both out of breath, both full of anger. Buffy had found an equal match. Who would've thought it'd be Cordelia, rich snob extraordinaire? Certainly not her. She had no idea the beauty queen could fight like that, it was shocking. Buffy wondered where she learned how to fight, but forced the thought aside. If she didn't concentrate, she'd end up dead for sure.
"Must say Cordelia, you can fight," Buffy said.
"Not too bad yourself."
"Too bad we're fighting against each other, we'd make a pretty hard team. If it weren't for these circumstances, I'd like to get to know you more. Or maybe if you just weren't such a bitch."
Buffy threw a punch at Cordelia that she blocked and side kicked her in her side. Buffy knew just how powerful her kick had been, she'd even heard something crack, plus the fact that Cordelia was rolling over in pain gave it away too. Deciding that she couldn't take the chance of Cordelia recovering, Buffy went over and sent one final blow to her head, not too hard to do any real damage, but hard enough.
"Sorry," Buffy whispered to herself as she stood. "So, who's next? I'm guessing princess here isn't coming back to fight, Riley care to dare?"
Angel walked over to Cordelia and waved someone over to help her up to a safer spot. What once was a popular place to come and hang out, had now made the shape of a fighting ring. No one would ever think of it as the romantic place it once was anymore.
"I never knew my girlfriend could fight like that. And to take on the all mighty Buffy Summers. Well, Riley is stronger then her, so that must mean he could do to you, what you did to her."
"Why don't you fight me again Angel? You don't seem to be too hurt, do you? Or are you afraid to be, so you send in your trusty slaves? Riley might have muscles, but muscles don't make the fighter. Lets see what your boy got," Buffy said, walking backwards, signaling with her fingers for someone to follow.
Riley stood from where he sat and made his way to Buffy. As he approached, Buffy moved not one inch, for Riley no longer intimidated her. After seeing how little muscles Cordelia had, she realized that they had nothing to do with it. It was all in the moves, and she doubted Riley had those. But, that was something she never got to find out the answer to.
"Wait," Angel said, walking away from Druscilla's whispering mouth. "Spike, you're fighting her. Riley, I'm afraid Spike's going to be our last fighter. I have to be home by eight and its now seven o clock, so, you make this one a good fight, wont you?"
"Bastard," Buffy muttered under her breath.
Druscilla must have told him, how did she know? She could smell Buffy on him? Crazy. Spike looked just as shocked as Buffy, but he didn't hesitate to stand. He knew what he had to do, and that was fight the one he loved. He tried not to think that it was her. Maybe he could picture someone else, his father. He was angry with his father for leaving him like that, so fighting his father, that would make him win.
"So this is it," Buffy said as Spike stood in front of her. "Don't think that you have to go easy on me Spike, don't treat me any differently then you would some other person."
"Same to you pet. Good luck," Spike said.
Buffy nodded, but she couldn't say it. She wasn't going to lie to him now, not like this. She didn't want to wish him luck because she didn't want him to win, that was the truth. And she was angry with him now, angry that he never told her he slept with Dru. Sure, she hadn't said that precisely, but if you weren't stupid, or crazy like her, you could piece it together. Anger was good in this situation though; because anger took over whatever feelings she had for him.
"Hello? On with the fighting," Angel yelled.
Buffy swung her fist at Spike, smacking him hard in the head. He stumbled back a bit, but didn't fall, instead he quickly recovered and came at her, punching her head, knocking her down. She was stunned for a minute and before she knew it, Spike was on top of her, hitting her. Using the advantage of having one knee free in-between his two legs, Buffy brought it up, as weak as she felt and hit him hard in the groin. A scream of pain could be heard and Spike rolled off of her, curled into a ball for a few minutes.
Buffy reached her hand to her lip, feeling the wet liquid, tasting it. Her blood was everywhere, on her clothes, her hands. Some of it not even hers. Jumping to her feet quickly, Buffy stood ready for him as he recovered from the kick. She lifted her leg in a kick and planted her foot on his chest, sending him flying backwards a few feet before landing hard on the ground. Now, Buffy was the one on top, pounding his face into a blur of blood. Standing up after realizing he'd had enough, Buffy backed away and looked at her hands. Spike's blood was now added to her collection, and it felt different. She didn't want his blood, she didn't want him bleeding.
Thinking she'd won, Buffy turned around and began to walk off. She didn't make it far however, when Spike came flying at her, knocking her down, "Fighter," he said into her ear, standing up. "Never surrender."
He was repeating what she'd said; he was living by her rules. He always had. She laid there for a few seconds, staring up at his bloody face, thinking that she did that to him. He stared back at her, but there were no thoughts in his mind, just the feeling of getting this over with, of winning for his friends, that's all that mattered now, to win.
"Spike, here," Angel said, tossing him a medium sized, thick but thin stick he'd found in the woods around.
Spike stared at it for a minute, then back at Buffy, "Anything to win."
'He's not going to use a stick on me. A stick, you're joking. That thing couldn't hurt me if it wanted to,' Buffy thought. Then remembering she too had a weapon reached down to her ankle and freed the knife. Standing up, the knife in hand, Buffy started to feel stronger, for no apparent reason. Her back was paining, her face beaten, but yet, she felt stronger then ever.
"I'm sorry for whatever happens Spike, but if it comes to it, you're right. Never surrender," Buffy said in a soft voice, so only he could hear.
"I don't want to hurt you," Spike said.
"And I really want to stab this knife into you," she said sarcastically. "But I'm not going to surrender, and if that means that you have to jab this knife into me, then I wont hate you, because you're just doing what I would do, you aren't giving up."
Buffy had to fight back tears at what she was saying. One of them, most likely was going to end up really hurt. Why was it such a big deal about popularity? Didn't they understand that this went farther beyond that? Angel, Anya, Druscilla, Parker, Riley, they weren't fighters, never would be, they couldn't possibly understand. But Cordelia was, she understood, and so did Buffy and Spike, that's why they'd taken it so far. It was just a shame they were against her, because the three of them could've whooped the so-called "gangs" butts, together.
Spike jumped forward, stick in hand, lunging it towards Buffy's stomach. She jumped back though, before the stick had chance to hit her. Bringing her leg up to knock the stick out of Spike's hand with a kick, but he grabbed her foot and pulled it into him so that she fell onto her back. Letting out a moan of pain, Buffy tried to get up, but the extra weight of Spike on top of her wasn't help. His eyes held pain and she could tell he didn't like fighting her. But it wasn't like fighting him was all cotton candy fun. Kicking him off, she quickly jumped back onto her feet, into a fighting stance. Taking a few punches at him, he blocked two, but three slipped and he got them right in the face. Buffy watched as Spike circled her, holding the stick up as a shield. She walked towards him, and lunged the knife forward to cut his arm. Blood streamed from the cut, but Spike acted as if he wasn't even aware he'd been hurt. Swinging the stick, he knocked Buffy in the side, sending her flying to the ground with a thud. Buffy could feel something inside her snap, most likely a rib. Spike had only what seemed to be a few scraps and bruises. There was no doubt in her mind that he would win, that he would have to take her out. Maybe it was for the better, because Buffy couldn't bear the pain that would follow taking him out herself. She knew she could just give up; pretend like she couldn't stand and he'd won the war. However, she wasn't about to give up so easily, so she swung her leg around in an attempt to knock him off his feet, but he jumped over them, expecting it. 'Oh dear,' Buffy thought, scrambling to her feet.
"I'm not giving up," Spike said.
"What makes you think I am, the fact that I'm beaten to a pulp? I thought I already told you baby, I'm a fighter. I never surrender."
"I can't kill you," Spike said.
"You don't have to. Just break my leg. Or knock me unconscious, that's not killing, now is it?"
Spike flinched at the thought of doing either to her, but knew it was what had to be done to win. That's not what bothered him. What bothered him was that no longer could he imagine her to be his father. This wasn't something pretend, this was real. He was fighting Buffy to the end. Maybe not the end of life, but the end of pride. And he didn't know if he could do it, if he could truly hurt her. How would she ever take him back if he did? How could she ever love him if he was the reason for her broken body? Was any of this real important anymore? Popularity, money, friends, any of that, did it matter? Couldn't they just walk away from this, together? So many unanswered questions, so little time.
He saw Buffy's fist come flying towards his face but didn't attempt to block it. Instead, he took the blow and stumbled backwards. As Buffy walked closer to him, he swung the stick around, smacking her in the back. She fell down onto her knees, letting out a cry of pain. It was as if a bullet had been shot through her, causing her to first fall on her knees, then flat on her stomach. But, she wouldn't give up. Her will to win was too high to let some measly hit bring her down. When Spike came to her, she quickly lifted her leg and her foot smacked him on the side of the head. He fell to the ground beside her, giving her time to recover. Her back now was in more pain then she'd ever thought possible, but she tried not to focus on the pain, but the face of Angel when she won this battle.
"C'mon Spike, take her out already! I only have so much time! Fifteen minutes to be exact!" Angel yelled from the side.
Buffy laughed at him as she got to her feet, waiting for Spike to soon stand. Then, as if he was quicker then the speed of sound, Spike snatched the knife from her hand, turning it on her. The stick had been deserted, and Buffy eyed it on the ground not too far from where they stood. If she could get it, she might just have a fighting chance. Dodging the knife as Spike lunged it at her arm, Buffy rolled on the ground over to the stick, then grabbing it, was back up on her feet.
"Lets finish this," she said. "I'm getting bored."
"As you wish luv."
While Buffy twirled the stick continuously in her hand, she slowly walked up to Spike, making sure her face was far from the stick. As he backed away from her, he was out of luck; his back slammed into the wall. Buffy continued to twirl nonchalantly as she came into close range of him and Spike felt the pain as one side of the stick hit his left cheek and then moments later his right cheek felt the same pain. Spike looked to his side, trying to figure out whether or not he could get out of being cornered by her. He took his chances and ran to the side. Buffy swooped in front of him, he was now in the middle of the "fighting ring". He still had the knife and he tried to jab at Buffy's stomach, but she dropped the stick and kicked his wrist. Spike grimaced with pain as the knife dropped from his hand. At that point Buffy couldn't do it anymore, her anger took over her feelings for him, she kicked him to the ground and mercilessly started punching his face. Five minutes later, Spike's body lay limp.
Buffy stared at him for a minute, waiting for him to get up, to fight back. Nothing. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Buffy would've thought he was gone, dead. Looking around her, everyone shared the same expression, shocked and terrified. It was silent, and Buffy made sure to send an evil, but yet satisfied glare Angel's way before turning around and walking away into the darkness around her.
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Well, this chapter is about the fight. You ready for it? Don't mind me if I'm not all intense with the hitting and not knowing of the punches, that's just because I'm all not fight aware and stuff. And cant go on without saying thanks to slayerfan91 (ahem, check out her stories). She helped with the ending of the fight, so thanks. Plus, she's just a very nice person that actually likes my stories. LoL.
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Buffy hung up the phone after having a long conversation with Willow. She wasn't worried about herself, but she knew just how worried her friends were, or at least she did now. Willow insisted on going tonight, but Buffy had told her it was probably safer to stay home. After a long speech about how Buffy better not get herself hurt or killed, Willow finally let her go get ready for the fight. There wasn't much to do to get ready, except maybe a knife from the kitchen. She didn't plan on using it, but she could never be too safe. For all she knew, they could have a gun.
After strapping the knife around her ankle, Buffy headed into the bathroom to get her fighting makeup on. Laughing at that very thought, she pulled out her eyeliner and began to, well, line. 'I wonder if Spike's really going to show. Of course he is Buffy, you know that. But what if he gets hurt? What will I do then? It'll be all my fault because I wouldn't be a wuss and surrender.'
Once done with her makeup, Buffy quickly grabbed her leather jacket and headed out the door. Her tight leather pants felt stiff against her skin and her red tank top with the word 'Slayer' printed on it in black sparkly letters clung to her chest. She knew this outfit all too well; it was the one she used to fight in back before her mother sent her to Sacred Hearts. That's why she knew she'd make it through, all her experience, all her pain, she could, no she would use that to win.
The closer she got to Sunrise Point; the more butterflies invaded her stomach. Not the fact that tonight, she might be coming home with a broken body, but that tonight, she'd be fighting the guy that made her feel something she'd never felt before. Or wanted to. Spike wasn't on her side, and that was harder to deal with then she thought. How could she hurt him after he just found out about his dad the night before? Maybe that's what he wanted, to just let it out by inflicting pain on others, on her.
As the crowd of people came into view, Buffy rid herself of those annoying butterflies and her walk gained more confidence. She stepped on a twig, purposely causing it to crack and get everyone's attention on her. Seeing that indeed, pretty much the whole school was huddled around this one little circle, Buffy felt the need to see someone familiar, someone who loved her. Why she didn't let Willow come, she was beginning to rethink that idea.
"Summers, you made it," Angel said, bringing his hands together.
"Don't you know its illegal to hit a girl Angel? You could get in some serious trouble with the law," Buffy said stopping a ways back from the gang.
"If you want to back out, just say that . . ."
"Oh I'm not trying to back out baby, I wouldn't miss the chance to get a good fight in. It's been a while, I'm anxious."
"So confident, yet so alone," Angel said.
"Nice try, but the whole trying to pull me down with the mind messing, it doesn't work. I am alone, I've always been that way, that only makes me a stronger fighter."
"Can we cut the chit chat short and get the with the fighting already?" Cordelia asked impatiently.
"Yeah Cordy, guess we could do that. Ready Buffy?"
"As ever."
"Here's how it's going to go down. We realize that ganging up on you would be an unfair thing to do, and plus we all wanted a piece, so, we're all going to get our own turn," Angel said. "I'm first."
"Bring it."
Buffy walked forward, keeping her arms near her chest in a fighting position. As she neared Angel, she stood, ready, waiting. As Angel cockily took off his jacket, handing it to Cordelia, Buffy glanced around at the people that surrounded her. All of them would be no doubt cheering for Angel and his gang, and Buffy couldn't care less. She didn't need them.
Angel made his way closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. His eyes reflected something cold, something hard. But hers, even though she showed no fear were warm and full of love. He thought that to his advantage, but he didn't even know how good a fighter Buffy was, he was soon to find out.
"C'mon baby, give my your best shot," Buffy whispered, opening her arms to let Angel hit her.
He laughed and then fiercely took a swing at her, causing her head to turn to the side, but she did not dare let herself fall from his hit. Buffy smiled before quickly, almost so quick you couldn't see it, brought her hand up and smacked him right in his nose, knocking him off balance.
"You're asking for it bitch," Angel said, touching his nose.
"As I said, bring it."
Buffy attempted another hit, but this time he was quick and blocked it. Sending one her way, she too blocked it and the two circled each other cautiously. Buffy was good at reading her opponents, as in knowing pretty much what moves they were going to make before they made them, she considered it an unwanted, but helpful, gift. Angel lunged out with his whole arm to make a clean hit, but Buffy grabbed his arm and sent him flying to the ground far from her. As Angel recovered, Buffy glanced over at Spike who was watching the fight closely. Angel saw this as his chance to knock Buffy down, but she saw him out of the corner of her eye and dodged his body. Getting up, mud stains on his clothes, Angel looked quite frustrated and tired with Buffy. She hadn't a scratch on her, except for the bruise that was beginning to show on her left eye, but other then that, she looked like a princess compared to him.
"Tired?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Thought I'd let someone else take a turn, maybe a girl. See a little chick fight," Angel said, walking over to the gang and pushing Druscilla out to where Buffy stood.
"Druscilla," Buffy said. "I've been waiting for this day."
"You have him you know? Why he bothers to love you when you don't love him. I had him, I felt him, even though he reeked of you. It's all your fault. If you hadn't of come here, Spike would love me. He said he loved me!"
"Felt him . . . What are you talking about? Spike doesn't love me and I could never love him. Can we get on with me kicking your ass now?"
"You took Spike away from me!" Druscilla said and ran at Buffy.
A little shocked, not expecting . . .well actually, come to think of it. Druscilla wasn't really known for her sanity. She knocked Buffy down, and started to pull on her hair. 'Oh god, catfight style? You've got to be joking me?' Buffy thought and immediately shoved Druscilla off her. Buffy touched her head, 'That kind of hurt. Stupid bitch.' Buffy flung a punch right at Druscilla's face with such force that it knocked her out in seconds. 'Shows you.'
"And the next contestant on getting their ass kicked is . . ." Buffy said, happily.
"Anya will take you," Angel said, giving her a slight push forward.
"Did you see what she did to Dru, and you?" Anya whispered/yelled.
"Yeah, I can feel it too. If you back down from this, don't expect to ever come back to us again, ever."
Anya swallowed the lump forming in her throat and carefully walked up to Buffy. Anya knew she wasn't a good fighter, she'd never fought in her life, unless having a sexual fight with a man counted, then no, she'd never fought. Standing there, her eyes closed shut tightly, Buffy wondered what the hell she was doing.
"You might need to use those," Buffy said.
"Huh? Just make it quick," Anya begged.
"You're joking right? This is who I'm supposed to fight. Come on, I thought that I would get at least a good fight. Where's Parker, Riley, Cordelia? One of you's want to take a shot at the Buffster?"
"I'm here," Riley said, stepping forward as Anya backed off to Angel who began to lecture her on fighting.
Anya yelled back at him, full force, something about no longer being his sex kitten and ran off, after Cordelia gave her a quite hurtful look.
'Okay, he is big. Very, very big muscles he has,' Buffy thought. 'Oh crap; you're going to die. No you're not! You can take him, you've fought bigger.'
"You're a big fella aren't ya?" Buffy asked, backing up.
"Time for me to take what's ours," Riley said, smirking.
"Like hell steroid boy. If you think you're going to win against me, guess what, you'll be wanted for murder in the morning. What makes you think you can beat me anyways? I've already taken down three of those wimps, you're all the same."
"Maybe. Maybe not. Why don't we find out?"
Buffy readied herself, for she knew that this fight wasn't going to be like Angel, Druscilla or Anya, this one was going to cause some ache. Buffy tried to read Riley, to figure out how he was going to come at her, but it was as if this guy had a spell on him to prevent him from being read.
"No, I want to fight her. I need to fight her Angel, please," Cordelia said, loud enough for everyone to stop and stare.
"Fine, Riley, back down," Angel said and as if they all took orders from him, which they actually do, they listened.
"Is this going to be another catfight style? Because I really don't think I can take another dose of that. Or maybe Cordelia will quiver in fear like Anya had and-" Buffy was cut off when Cordelia brought her hand up and slapped Buffy. "You know, that was a pretty good slap. Too bad I don't do slaps or you might get off easy."
"I was just warming up. You haven't even seen what I can do Buffy, you probably don't want to."
"Oh no, save me from Cordelia, she might attack me with her long manicured nails and bottle of hairspray," Buffy teased and punched Cordelia, causing her to fall to the ground. "Or I could just do that to save myself."
"Whore," Cordelia said and knocked Buffy's feet out from underneath her with the swing of a leg. "You broke my nail!"
Buffy stood up, holding her back. The way she had fallen on it had hurt it somehow and it felt as though there were a million knives being stabbed into it. Not showing her pain, she lifted her leg in a kick and sent Cordelia flying backwards just as she stood up. Buffy walked over to where she laid and stood on top of her.
"This is going to be funner then I planned."
She got down on her knees, on each side of Cordelia's body and slapped her in the face. "Just warming up," she said as she then punched Cordelia twice, drawing blood to her nose and lip.
To her surprise, Cordelia was a strong fighter and she placed her hands on Buffy's chest and shoved her off with all her strength. Buffy stumbled back a few steps, allowing Cordelia the chance to stand up and check out her wounds. As Buffy looked up, she saw Cordelia coming for her and like Angel, dodged out of the way. But Cordelia must have known what she'd planned, for she changed her direction slightly, hitting her target. The two girls fell to the ground and began rolling around, each taking a hit as they landed on top.
After a few minutes of doing so, Buffy landed on top and decided that was enough, she stood up and waited, readying herself for Cordelia to get her balance. Taking Cordy a few minutes to catch it, Buffy glanced over once again at Spike. Druscilla had regained consciousness and was lying in his arms. Buffy flinched at the sight, rather then the shooting pain in her back and shook it off, concentrating on the fight between her and Cordelia. They stared for a minute, both out of breath, both full of anger. Buffy had found an equal match. Who would've thought it'd be Cordelia, rich snob extraordinaire? Certainly not her. She had no idea the beauty queen could fight like that, it was shocking. Buffy wondered where she learned how to fight, but forced the thought aside. If she didn't concentrate, she'd end up dead for sure.
"Must say Cordelia, you can fight," Buffy said.
"Not too bad yourself."
"Too bad we're fighting against each other, we'd make a pretty hard team. If it weren't for these circumstances, I'd like to get to know you more. Or maybe if you just weren't such a bitch."
Buffy threw a punch at Cordelia that she blocked and side kicked her in her side. Buffy knew just how powerful her kick had been, she'd even heard something crack, plus the fact that Cordelia was rolling over in pain gave it away too. Deciding that she couldn't take the chance of Cordelia recovering, Buffy went over and sent one final blow to her head, not too hard to do any real damage, but hard enough.
"Sorry," Buffy whispered to herself as she stood. "So, who's next? I'm guessing princess here isn't coming back to fight, Riley care to dare?"
Angel walked over to Cordelia and waved someone over to help her up to a safer spot. What once was a popular place to come and hang out, had now made the shape of a fighting ring. No one would ever think of it as the romantic place it once was anymore.
"I never knew my girlfriend could fight like that. And to take on the all mighty Buffy Summers. Well, Riley is stronger then her, so that must mean he could do to you, what you did to her."
"Why don't you fight me again Angel? You don't seem to be too hurt, do you? Or are you afraid to be, so you send in your trusty slaves? Riley might have muscles, but muscles don't make the fighter. Lets see what your boy got," Buffy said, walking backwards, signaling with her fingers for someone to follow.
Riley stood from where he sat and made his way to Buffy. As he approached, Buffy moved not one inch, for Riley no longer intimidated her. After seeing how little muscles Cordelia had, she realized that they had nothing to do with it. It was all in the moves, and she doubted Riley had those. But, that was something she never got to find out the answer to.
"Wait," Angel said, walking away from Druscilla's whispering mouth. "Spike, you're fighting her. Riley, I'm afraid Spike's going to be our last fighter. I have to be home by eight and its now seven o clock, so, you make this one a good fight, wont you?"
"Bastard," Buffy muttered under her breath.
Druscilla must have told him, how did she know? She could smell Buffy on him? Crazy. Spike looked just as shocked as Buffy, but he didn't hesitate to stand. He knew what he had to do, and that was fight the one he loved. He tried not to think that it was her. Maybe he could picture someone else, his father. He was angry with his father for leaving him like that, so fighting his father, that would make him win.
"So this is it," Buffy said as Spike stood in front of her. "Don't think that you have to go easy on me Spike, don't treat me any differently then you would some other person."
"Same to you pet. Good luck," Spike said.
Buffy nodded, but she couldn't say it. She wasn't going to lie to him now, not like this. She didn't want to wish him luck because she didn't want him to win, that was the truth. And she was angry with him now, angry that he never told her he slept with Dru. Sure, she hadn't said that precisely, but if you weren't stupid, or crazy like her, you could piece it together. Anger was good in this situation though; because anger took over whatever feelings she had for him.
"Hello? On with the fighting," Angel yelled.
Buffy swung her fist at Spike, smacking him hard in the head. He stumbled back a bit, but didn't fall, instead he quickly recovered and came at her, punching her head, knocking her down. She was stunned for a minute and before she knew it, Spike was on top of her, hitting her. Using the advantage of having one knee free in-between his two legs, Buffy brought it up, as weak as she felt and hit him hard in the groin. A scream of pain could be heard and Spike rolled off of her, curled into a ball for a few minutes.
Buffy reached her hand to her lip, feeling the wet liquid, tasting it. Her blood was everywhere, on her clothes, her hands. Some of it not even hers. Jumping to her feet quickly, Buffy stood ready for him as he recovered from the kick. She lifted her leg in a kick and planted her foot on his chest, sending him flying backwards a few feet before landing hard on the ground. Now, Buffy was the one on top, pounding his face into a blur of blood. Standing up after realizing he'd had enough, Buffy backed away and looked at her hands. Spike's blood was now added to her collection, and it felt different. She didn't want his blood, she didn't want him bleeding.
Thinking she'd won, Buffy turned around and began to walk off. She didn't make it far however, when Spike came flying at her, knocking her down, "Fighter," he said into her ear, standing up. "Never surrender."
He was repeating what she'd said; he was living by her rules. He always had. She laid there for a few seconds, staring up at his bloody face, thinking that she did that to him. He stared back at her, but there were no thoughts in his mind, just the feeling of getting this over with, of winning for his friends, that's all that mattered now, to win.
"Spike, here," Angel said, tossing him a medium sized, thick but thin stick he'd found in the woods around.
Spike stared at it for a minute, then back at Buffy, "Anything to win."
'He's not going to use a stick on me. A stick, you're joking. That thing couldn't hurt me if it wanted to,' Buffy thought. Then remembering she too had a weapon reached down to her ankle and freed the knife. Standing up, the knife in hand, Buffy started to feel stronger, for no apparent reason. Her back was paining, her face beaten, but yet, she felt stronger then ever.
"I'm sorry for whatever happens Spike, but if it comes to it, you're right. Never surrender," Buffy said in a soft voice, so only he could hear.
"I don't want to hurt you," Spike said.
"And I really want to stab this knife into you," she said sarcastically. "But I'm not going to surrender, and if that means that you have to jab this knife into me, then I wont hate you, because you're just doing what I would do, you aren't giving up."
Buffy had to fight back tears at what she was saying. One of them, most likely was going to end up really hurt. Why was it such a big deal about popularity? Didn't they understand that this went farther beyond that? Angel, Anya, Druscilla, Parker, Riley, they weren't fighters, never would be, they couldn't possibly understand. But Cordelia was, she understood, and so did Buffy and Spike, that's why they'd taken it so far. It was just a shame they were against her, because the three of them could've whooped the so-called "gangs" butts, together.
Spike jumped forward, stick in hand, lunging it towards Buffy's stomach. She jumped back though, before the stick had chance to hit her. Bringing her leg up to knock the stick out of Spike's hand with a kick, but he grabbed her foot and pulled it into him so that she fell onto her back. Letting out a moan of pain, Buffy tried to get up, but the extra weight of Spike on top of her wasn't help. His eyes held pain and she could tell he didn't like fighting her. But it wasn't like fighting him was all cotton candy fun. Kicking him off, she quickly jumped back onto her feet, into a fighting stance. Taking a few punches at him, he blocked two, but three slipped and he got them right in the face. Buffy watched as Spike circled her, holding the stick up as a shield. She walked towards him, and lunged the knife forward to cut his arm. Blood streamed from the cut, but Spike acted as if he wasn't even aware he'd been hurt. Swinging the stick, he knocked Buffy in the side, sending her flying to the ground with a thud. Buffy could feel something inside her snap, most likely a rib. Spike had only what seemed to be a few scraps and bruises. There was no doubt in her mind that he would win, that he would have to take her out. Maybe it was for the better, because Buffy couldn't bear the pain that would follow taking him out herself. She knew she could just give up; pretend like she couldn't stand and he'd won the war. However, she wasn't about to give up so easily, so she swung her leg around in an attempt to knock him off his feet, but he jumped over them, expecting it. 'Oh dear,' Buffy thought, scrambling to her feet.
"I'm not giving up," Spike said.
"What makes you think I am, the fact that I'm beaten to a pulp? I thought I already told you baby, I'm a fighter. I never surrender."
"I can't kill you," Spike said.
"You don't have to. Just break my leg. Or knock me unconscious, that's not killing, now is it?"
Spike flinched at the thought of doing either to her, but knew it was what had to be done to win. That's not what bothered him. What bothered him was that no longer could he imagine her to be his father. This wasn't something pretend, this was real. He was fighting Buffy to the end. Maybe not the end of life, but the end of pride. And he didn't know if he could do it, if he could truly hurt her. How would she ever take him back if he did? How could she ever love him if he was the reason for her broken body? Was any of this real important anymore? Popularity, money, friends, any of that, did it matter? Couldn't they just walk away from this, together? So many unanswered questions, so little time.
He saw Buffy's fist come flying towards his face but didn't attempt to block it. Instead, he took the blow and stumbled backwards. As Buffy walked closer to him, he swung the stick around, smacking her in the back. She fell down onto her knees, letting out a cry of pain. It was as if a bullet had been shot through her, causing her to first fall on her knees, then flat on her stomach. But, she wouldn't give up. Her will to win was too high to let some measly hit bring her down. When Spike came to her, she quickly lifted her leg and her foot smacked him on the side of the head. He fell to the ground beside her, giving her time to recover. Her back now was in more pain then she'd ever thought possible, but she tried not to focus on the pain, but the face of Angel when she won this battle.
"C'mon Spike, take her out already! I only have so much time! Fifteen minutes to be exact!" Angel yelled from the side.
Buffy laughed at him as she got to her feet, waiting for Spike to soon stand. Then, as if he was quicker then the speed of sound, Spike snatched the knife from her hand, turning it on her. The stick had been deserted, and Buffy eyed it on the ground not too far from where they stood. If she could get it, she might just have a fighting chance. Dodging the knife as Spike lunged it at her arm, Buffy rolled on the ground over to the stick, then grabbing it, was back up on her feet.
"Lets finish this," she said. "I'm getting bored."
"As you wish luv."
While Buffy twirled the stick continuously in her hand, she slowly walked up to Spike, making sure her face was far from the stick. As he backed away from her, he was out of luck; his back slammed into the wall. Buffy continued to twirl nonchalantly as she came into close range of him and Spike felt the pain as one side of the stick hit his left cheek and then moments later his right cheek felt the same pain. Spike looked to his side, trying to figure out whether or not he could get out of being cornered by her. He took his chances and ran to the side. Buffy swooped in front of him, he was now in the middle of the "fighting ring". He still had the knife and he tried to jab at Buffy's stomach, but she dropped the stick and kicked his wrist. Spike grimaced with pain as the knife dropped from his hand. At that point Buffy couldn't do it anymore, her anger took over her feelings for him, she kicked him to the ground and mercilessly started punching his face. Five minutes later, Spike's body lay limp.
Buffy stared at him for a minute, waiting for him to get up, to fight back. Nothing. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, Buffy would've thought he was gone, dead. Looking around her, everyone shared the same expression, shocked and terrified. It was silent, and Buffy made sure to send an evil, but yet satisfied glare Angel's way before turning around and walking away into the darkness around her.