Chapter 15: Distress
Back in the "real world", Buffy and Spike lay in a catatonic state. Dawn had summoned Willow and she was pondering what to do with the two. Dawn and Arrian were pacing the bedroom.
"Can't you do that thing where you go into their minds?" Dawn
asked.
"I suppose I'll have to." Willow replied.
Arrian was mumbling a popular Order distress prayer.
"It will be physically draining, so be prepared."
Dawn and Arrian nodded. Willow put a finger to her lips. She sat facing the two, and took in the silence.
She suddenly felt as if she were being jerked out of her seat. She was plunged into darkness. A blinding light came, then a nauseating latex smell. She recognized screaming and saw Buffy and Spike.
"Don't touch me! I hate you! This is all your fault, I
wish you never had come back from...where ever it is you went!"
He was taken aback, but shook his head.
"You don't mean that. It's this place, that's making you this way."
She leaped out of the bed and rubbed her face, scratching at it until there was blood trickling down her cheeks. Her face, hair, and clothing were covered in her blood.
"Buffy stop it!"
He ran to her side, once again grabbing her arms. She struggled and soon he was also covered in her blood. She was crying hysterically,
"Just let me go!"
She slowed her struggle and sunk down to the floor.
"Buffy, please! I love you."
Buffy was silent and she looked up at him.
"Spike, why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?"
He sat, scooping her into his arms.
"This is not your fault, but we're going to fix it okay?"
He kissed her hair, pushing it from her face. He began to rock her, back and forth. They were startled by the loud whooshing noise, and even more startled by Willow standing in their room.
"Willow?!"
"Hey!"
Willow rushed over to them.
Willow gasped at the two bloody blondes and snapped her fingers. They were clean.
"What's happening?!" Spike yelled, standing. He assisted Buffy.
"I don't know. Where is this?"
"Northern Michigan." He said.
"In an asylum." Buffy added.
"Did you guys try to kill a special demon, or make a wish..." Buffy and Spike looked at each other, wide-eyed.
"...Oh no."
"Well we didn't know!" Buffy said.
"I know."
"Besides, all the vengeance demons we know are dead.
Unless Hal—Oh great, Halfrek."
Back in the "real world", Buffy and Spike lay in a catatonic state. Dawn had summoned Willow and she was pondering what to do with the two. Dawn and Arrian were pacing the bedroom.
"Can't you do that thing where you go into their minds?" Dawn
asked.
"I suppose I'll have to." Willow replied.
Arrian was mumbling a popular Order distress prayer.
"It will be physically draining, so be prepared."
Dawn and Arrian nodded. Willow put a finger to her lips. She sat facing the two, and took in the silence.
She suddenly felt as if she were being jerked out of her seat. She was plunged into darkness. A blinding light came, then a nauseating latex smell. She recognized screaming and saw Buffy and Spike.
"Don't touch me! I hate you! This is all your fault, I
wish you never had come back from...where ever it is you went!"
He was taken aback, but shook his head.
"You don't mean that. It's this place, that's making you this way."
She leaped out of the bed and rubbed her face, scratching at it until there was blood trickling down her cheeks. Her face, hair, and clothing were covered in her blood.
"Buffy stop it!"
He ran to her side, once again grabbing her arms. She struggled and soon he was also covered in her blood. She was crying hysterically,
"Just let me go!"
She slowed her struggle and sunk down to the floor.
"Buffy, please! I love you."
Buffy was silent and she looked up at him.
"Spike, why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?"
He sat, scooping her into his arms.
"This is not your fault, but we're going to fix it okay?"
He kissed her hair, pushing it from her face. He began to rock her, back and forth. They were startled by the loud whooshing noise, and even more startled by Willow standing in their room.
"Willow?!"
"Hey!"
Willow rushed over to them.
Willow gasped at the two bloody blondes and snapped her fingers. They were clean.
"What's happening?!" Spike yelled, standing. He assisted Buffy.
"I don't know. Where is this?"
"Northern Michigan." He said.
"In an asylum." Buffy added.
"Did you guys try to kill a special demon, or make a wish..." Buffy and Spike looked at each other, wide-eyed.
"...Oh no."
"Well we didn't know!" Buffy said.
"I know."
"Besides, all the vengeance demons we know are dead.
Unless Hal—Oh great, Halfrek."