Chapter 2: Confrontation
She threw three consecutive punches, ending with a back kick. She blocked his punches and retaliated with a side-kick. The kick hit with such force that a crack a rib sounded and he staggered back. Buffy Summers stood over her bumpy-headed opponent and laughed. She laughed at his cries of pain and cursing. This angered him and he attempted to swipe her feet from under her, with no success.
"Would you like a couple of broken limbs to go with that rib
Spike?" Her voice sarcastic.
Spike stood, wobbly from the action and breathed heavily.
"Fine, I'll play nice."
"That's what I thought."
She assisted him just far enough into his crypt to chain him to the wall. She squatted in front of him.
"Why have you been feeding again, Spike? I want the truth!"
"What can I say, baby? I've always been bad."
She stood, throwing him a disgusted look. He began to chuckle an evil, aggravating chuckle. Buffy promptly kicked him in his mouth, her eyes piercingly angry.
"Shut up! God! You just love to hear the sound of your own
voice don't you?"
He was silent and his head hung low, dripping blood. His nose was crooked, she assumed it was broken.
"Buffy, I-"
"No! Stop it. You have no right to say my name-ever. Do you
Understand?! You're beneath me."
She turned, leaving Spike, fighting tears.
She threw three consecutive punches, ending with a back kick. She blocked his punches and retaliated with a side-kick. The kick hit with such force that a crack a rib sounded and he staggered back. Buffy Summers stood over her bumpy-headed opponent and laughed. She laughed at his cries of pain and cursing. This angered him and he attempted to swipe her feet from under her, with no success.
"Would you like a couple of broken limbs to go with that rib
Spike?" Her voice sarcastic.
Spike stood, wobbly from the action and breathed heavily.
"Fine, I'll play nice."
"That's what I thought."
She assisted him just far enough into his crypt to chain him to the wall. She squatted in front of him.
"Why have you been feeding again, Spike? I want the truth!"
"What can I say, baby? I've always been bad."
She stood, throwing him a disgusted look. He began to chuckle an evil, aggravating chuckle. Buffy promptly kicked him in his mouth, her eyes piercingly angry.
"Shut up! God! You just love to hear the sound of your own
voice don't you?"
He was silent and his head hung low, dripping blood. His nose was crooked, she assumed it was broken.
"Buffy, I-"
"No! Stop it. You have no right to say my name-ever. Do you
Understand?! You're beneath me."
She turned, leaving Spike, fighting tears.