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Spike was aware that his conscience was gnawing at him. He tried to squelch it down, but it kept coming back to that sickening, stomach-turned *crack* when Buffy's face hit the brick wall.
There'd been a lot of blood when he left.
A lot. Probably she would have to get stitches.
He grimaced and kept walking. He hated second-guessing. She'd beat him before, and he'd taken back him manliness. That was important. She thought her rule about her friends was important? His rule about his face was more important.
**
Xander helped Buffy into her room, depositing her on the bed. Giles and Willow came in behind him.
"Here, lie down." Said Giles. "I'll, just, um." He stared at the bottle in his hands. "This is a local anesthesia. I'll apply it, and it'll numb your face." His hands were shaking. Her nose was broken, her forehead was bruised, and long gashes across her cheeks were still dribbling blood.
He was going to kill Spike.
Willow moved closer. There were tracks running down her face, and fresh tears in her eyes. "Are you okay, Buffy?" She asked.
Buffy nodded. "`M fine." She muttered.
Xander's hands were shaking too as he tried to clean some of the blood off her face with a wet towel. "I don't...I don't get it." He said. "Why'd he do this?"
Giles sighed. "He was expelled from a school in Britain for fighting, and his mother sent him to me, hoping I could straighten him out. And he's been...I haven't been able to get through to him, not even slightly."
Xander frowned. "I'm going to...I'm going to kill him."
Buffy shook her head. "You can't." She said. "I can't." She tried to sit and fell back, holding her stomach.
"You need a hospital." Said Giles.
"No hospital!" Said Buffy. "Besides, Will knows what to do."
**
"I hear you've been busy." Said Trick, falling into step with Spike.
Spike sighed. "I'm just a little tired right now. Bugger off." He said.
"Yeah." Said Adam. "Heard you took Buffy Summers' face off."
Spike growled under his breath. "Oh, yeah, thanks for that." He said. "I live for your approval. What do you gits want?"
"Well, to thank you." Said Trick. "See, we've been wondering for a while what to do about her, but I think you've given us an opportunity. To get rid of her for good."
Spike laughed. "You and what army?" He asked. "She'll decimate you."
"Hm, not in the condition you left her in." Said Adam. "I mean, really, that was brilliant. I'm going to rate it a ten. Still got your knife, Trick?"
"Yeah, gonna carve the girl up." Grinned Trick.
"Not before I have a little, um, shall we say, fun with her." Said Adam, grinning even wider.
Spike shook his head. "You ponce's."
They both looked at him, surprised. "Excuse me?" Said Trick.
Spike turned on them. "Who calls the shots here? Me. Not you, me. You think you're something? I took her, I can take you. There will be no fun, and no carving." He stalked closer.
"What, smashing a girl's face turns you on?" Said Trick. "Dude, we are going to finish her."
"No." Said Spike.
Trick punched him in the face. As Spike fell he took his knife out. "Actually, um, we call the shots here." He said, glancing at Adam. "Right, Demon?"
"Right, Vampire." Said Adam, kicking Spike.
As Spike rolled to his feet Trick slashed him with the knife. Spike yelped, jumping back, grabbing the wound.
"Remember," said Trick. "We call the shots. We are in charge. Not you."
Then he was surrounded again.
**
Giles heard the knock at the door and stopped, looking up from Buffy. "Would you get that, Willow?" He asked.
Xander groaned, shifting his ice pack from his head to his ribs. "That Spike." He muttered darkly. "He's such a bastard."
Willow went down the stairs.
Giles sighed, going back to her face. "Your nose should heal straight." He said. "Just, uh, try not let anything hit it. Um, there's some cuts that might scar a little, but I think for the most part in a week or two most of the damage will clear up."
There were the sounds of footsteps on the stairs, many footsteps, and then a scream. Giles' head jerked up, and then the room was filled with students, most of them armed with baseball bats.
Giles whirled, punching one, and was knocked down by one, a bat hitting him in the chest. He grunted and fell.
"So this is how it is." Said Trick happily, kicking Xander to the floor. Buffy tried to resist, but they all grabbed her.
Adam moved closer, putting his hands on the waistband of Buffy's jeans. "Revenge on you is gonna be oh so sweet." He leered at her as strong hands grabbed her from behind, holding her. "Yeah."
Adam fumbled the button on her jeans undone, and she tried to kick him, only to find hands holding her legs still, moving all over her.
She screamed then, a hoarse scream.
Spike was aware that his conscience was gnawing at him. He tried to squelch it down, but it kept coming back to that sickening, stomach-turned *crack* when Buffy's face hit the brick wall.
There'd been a lot of blood when he left.
A lot. Probably she would have to get stitches.
He grimaced and kept walking. He hated second-guessing. She'd beat him before, and he'd taken back him manliness. That was important. She thought her rule about her friends was important? His rule about his face was more important.
**
Xander helped Buffy into her room, depositing her on the bed. Giles and Willow came in behind him.
"Here, lie down." Said Giles. "I'll, just, um." He stared at the bottle in his hands. "This is a local anesthesia. I'll apply it, and it'll numb your face." His hands were shaking. Her nose was broken, her forehead was bruised, and long gashes across her cheeks were still dribbling blood.
He was going to kill Spike.
Willow moved closer. There were tracks running down her face, and fresh tears in her eyes. "Are you okay, Buffy?" She asked.
Buffy nodded. "`M fine." She muttered.
Xander's hands were shaking too as he tried to clean some of the blood off her face with a wet towel. "I don't...I don't get it." He said. "Why'd he do this?"
Giles sighed. "He was expelled from a school in Britain for fighting, and his mother sent him to me, hoping I could straighten him out. And he's been...I haven't been able to get through to him, not even slightly."
Xander frowned. "I'm going to...I'm going to kill him."
Buffy shook her head. "You can't." She said. "I can't." She tried to sit and fell back, holding her stomach.
"You need a hospital." Said Giles.
"No hospital!" Said Buffy. "Besides, Will knows what to do."
**
"I hear you've been busy." Said Trick, falling into step with Spike.
Spike sighed. "I'm just a little tired right now. Bugger off." He said.
"Yeah." Said Adam. "Heard you took Buffy Summers' face off."
Spike growled under his breath. "Oh, yeah, thanks for that." He said. "I live for your approval. What do you gits want?"
"Well, to thank you." Said Trick. "See, we've been wondering for a while what to do about her, but I think you've given us an opportunity. To get rid of her for good."
Spike laughed. "You and what army?" He asked. "She'll decimate you."
"Hm, not in the condition you left her in." Said Adam. "I mean, really, that was brilliant. I'm going to rate it a ten. Still got your knife, Trick?"
"Yeah, gonna carve the girl up." Grinned Trick.
"Not before I have a little, um, shall we say, fun with her." Said Adam, grinning even wider.
Spike shook his head. "You ponce's."
They both looked at him, surprised. "Excuse me?" Said Trick.
Spike turned on them. "Who calls the shots here? Me. Not you, me. You think you're something? I took her, I can take you. There will be no fun, and no carving." He stalked closer.
"What, smashing a girl's face turns you on?" Said Trick. "Dude, we are going to finish her."
"No." Said Spike.
Trick punched him in the face. As Spike fell he took his knife out. "Actually, um, we call the shots here." He said, glancing at Adam. "Right, Demon?"
"Right, Vampire." Said Adam, kicking Spike.
As Spike rolled to his feet Trick slashed him with the knife. Spike yelped, jumping back, grabbing the wound.
"Remember," said Trick. "We call the shots. We are in charge. Not you."
Then he was surrounded again.
**
Giles heard the knock at the door and stopped, looking up from Buffy. "Would you get that, Willow?" He asked.
Xander groaned, shifting his ice pack from his head to his ribs. "That Spike." He muttered darkly. "He's such a bastard."
Willow went down the stairs.
Giles sighed, going back to her face. "Your nose should heal straight." He said. "Just, uh, try not let anything hit it. Um, there's some cuts that might scar a little, but I think for the most part in a week or two most of the damage will clear up."
There were the sounds of footsteps on the stairs, many footsteps, and then a scream. Giles' head jerked up, and then the room was filled with students, most of them armed with baseball bats.
Giles whirled, punching one, and was knocked down by one, a bat hitting him in the chest. He grunted and fell.
"So this is how it is." Said Trick happily, kicking Xander to the floor. Buffy tried to resist, but they all grabbed her.
Adam moved closer, putting his hands on the waistband of Buffy's jeans. "Revenge on you is gonna be oh so sweet." He leered at her as strong hands grabbed her from behind, holding her. "Yeah."
Adam fumbled the button on her jeans undone, and she tried to kick him, only to find hands holding her legs still, moving all over her.
She screamed then, a hoarse scream.