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Xander gave a strangled yell as Spike began beating him, and he tried to fight back. But against the strong arms that pounded his body he had no defense.
Spike kicked him in the leg and he feel down, clutching his leg. He thought for a second that the beating was over, but then Spike's boot hit him in the back, and he didn't even have the strength to scream any more. He just lay there, curling up into a ball.
Another impact, and he whimpered.
His entire world was reduced to that one impact that he knew was coming. The one impact that would break his bones.
It never came, leaving him there, blood dribbling from his nose, his entire body on fire with pain.
**
Buffy whirled, spinning off a kick. The bo staff blocked the kick. "Very good." Said Giles approvingly. "But you might want to tighten up your swings. A bit loose."
She spun, punching straight at his chest. The point of impact was the pit of his stomach, just below the rib cage, driving him back and knocking the air out of his lungs. He coughed, spinning the bo staff quickly.
"How's that?" She asked innocently.
He actually laughed. "Much better."
There was a knock at the door and they both turned together. The door opened without an invitation, and Xander staggered in, supported on one side by Willow and on the other side by Oz.
"Buffy." Moaned Xander.
There was blood all over his face, and dark bruises were forming.
"Who did this?" Asked Buffy, grabbing one of the nunchuks lying on the side table. "Trick? Adam?"
"It was Spike." Muttered Xander. "In the Bronze."
Buffy froze, turning to look at Giles. His face was hard, and his eyes narrowed. He glanced at Buffy.
"I'm sorry to say this, but I told you so." He said, removing his glasses and taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, juggling the bo stick for a moment before setting it down against the wall. "He's not, he's not a good boy."
The bo stick slid down the wall to land with a crash on the floor.
Buffy headed out the door.
**
He was waiting outside the Bronze when she arrived. He took a long drag on the cigarette dangling from his mouth and threw it down, smiling widely at her. "Seen Xander lately?" He asked.
"No." She said, stalking closer. Maybe if he thought she didn't know...
"Ah, your mouth says no, your nunchuks say yes." He said, glancing to her belt. "So, come to punish me for being such a bad boy?"
"Nobody touches my friends." Said Buffy. "That's a rule I've set down for even Warren, and you're certainly not going to get out of it."
"Oo." He said playfully. "Gonna whomp my butt now, Buffy?"
She pulled the nunchuks out, swing straight at him. He dodged the blow, spinning with speed she hadn't realized he had, whirling around and charging at her. Before she could get a defensive grip on him he had grabbed her by the head and pushed her back, sending her to one knee on the pavement.
She jumped back, ready. He just stood there, smirking. "What'sa matter, luv? Don't like these rules?"
"Love them!" She growled, charging forward. She spun another kick at him, hitting him in the face. He rocked back with the blow, then punched her in the face.
She fell back, pain exploding in her face. She was shocked, for just a second, but then he picked her up.
"You know that bit about guys not hurting girls?" He asked her calmly, holding the back of her skull.
Then he pushed, slamming the front of her face into the side of the Bronze, and she felt her nose break from the impact. She let out a scream.
He dropped her, sparing a single kick for her stomach. "And don't you go forgetting this valuable lesson." He told her, his voice cold.
He walked away, leaving her lying on the ground moaning.
**
A/N: Well, Spike won. You happy now, guys? I'm gonna cry, myself.
Xander gave a strangled yell as Spike began beating him, and he tried to fight back. But against the strong arms that pounded his body he had no defense.
Spike kicked him in the leg and he feel down, clutching his leg. He thought for a second that the beating was over, but then Spike's boot hit him in the back, and he didn't even have the strength to scream any more. He just lay there, curling up into a ball.
Another impact, and he whimpered.
His entire world was reduced to that one impact that he knew was coming. The one impact that would break his bones.
It never came, leaving him there, blood dribbling from his nose, his entire body on fire with pain.
**
Buffy whirled, spinning off a kick. The bo staff blocked the kick. "Very good." Said Giles approvingly. "But you might want to tighten up your swings. A bit loose."
She spun, punching straight at his chest. The point of impact was the pit of his stomach, just below the rib cage, driving him back and knocking the air out of his lungs. He coughed, spinning the bo staff quickly.
"How's that?" She asked innocently.
He actually laughed. "Much better."
There was a knock at the door and they both turned together. The door opened without an invitation, and Xander staggered in, supported on one side by Willow and on the other side by Oz.
"Buffy." Moaned Xander.
There was blood all over his face, and dark bruises were forming.
"Who did this?" Asked Buffy, grabbing one of the nunchuks lying on the side table. "Trick? Adam?"
"It was Spike." Muttered Xander. "In the Bronze."
Buffy froze, turning to look at Giles. His face was hard, and his eyes narrowed. He glanced at Buffy.
"I'm sorry to say this, but I told you so." He said, removing his glasses and taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, juggling the bo stick for a moment before setting it down against the wall. "He's not, he's not a good boy."
The bo stick slid down the wall to land with a crash on the floor.
Buffy headed out the door.
**
He was waiting outside the Bronze when she arrived. He took a long drag on the cigarette dangling from his mouth and threw it down, smiling widely at her. "Seen Xander lately?" He asked.
"No." She said, stalking closer. Maybe if he thought she didn't know...
"Ah, your mouth says no, your nunchuks say yes." He said, glancing to her belt. "So, come to punish me for being such a bad boy?"
"Nobody touches my friends." Said Buffy. "That's a rule I've set down for even Warren, and you're certainly not going to get out of it."
"Oo." He said playfully. "Gonna whomp my butt now, Buffy?"
She pulled the nunchuks out, swing straight at him. He dodged the blow, spinning with speed she hadn't realized he had, whirling around and charging at her. Before she could get a defensive grip on him he had grabbed her by the head and pushed her back, sending her to one knee on the pavement.
She jumped back, ready. He just stood there, smirking. "What'sa matter, luv? Don't like these rules?"
"Love them!" She growled, charging forward. She spun another kick at him, hitting him in the face. He rocked back with the blow, then punched her in the face.
She fell back, pain exploding in her face. She was shocked, for just a second, but then he picked her up.
"You know that bit about guys not hurting girls?" He asked her calmly, holding the back of her skull.
Then he pushed, slamming the front of her face into the side of the Bronze, and she felt her nose break from the impact. She let out a scream.
He dropped her, sparing a single kick for her stomach. "And don't you go forgetting this valuable lesson." He told her, his voice cold.
He walked away, leaving her lying on the ground moaning.
**
A/N: Well, Spike won. You happy now, guys? I'm gonna cry, myself.