Buffy attempted to lift her head, but found her strength to be
completely gone. She decided to just open her eyes. She was in a
completely unfamiliar area. She tried to pick up her arm, but found she was
chained to a surgical table. She looked around wildly before finally
spotting her captor. A scrawny, bald man was standing in the corner of the
room. He had a thick pair of glasses on and was constantly pushing them up
the bridge of his nose.
He finally became aware of her consciousness. He rushed over to a laptop that rested upon a small desk in a separate section of the small room.
Buffy decided that she might as well ask him what he thought he was going to do to her- she was the slayer and he was a creepy old guy with a tazer, ok that was a tazer. Got to watch out for that.
"Ok, Mister creepy old guy, what the hell am I doing in your poor excuse for a dungeon?" He turned from his laptop to grin at her. He reached behind him to pull out a small bottle from behind him.
"Buffy, do you know what this is?" He asked holding the bottle so she could clearly see the contents. They were like nothing Buffy had ever seen before. It was a white gassy substance that had traces of black and red mixed with it to form a kind of whirl wind shape, winding towards the bottom of the bottle.
"I'm going to go with a tornado in a bottle," She said jokingly.
He gave her another grin and set the bottle down next to her. "This, my dear, is your essence. This is what gives you the ability to fight demons and sense when vampires are close. Did you know close to five thousand young girls and women currently have this lingering in their souls? Well soon I will be the only person to have it in them. Then I will do the evil scientist with unlimited power thing and take over the world. Sound good?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "And how do you suppose you are going to get past the slayer, which by the way is me, her vampire boyfriend, her Wicca best friend, and all her little mini slayer buddies? I mean it is you against like a super hero army. If I were you I would be running for my puny, insignificant life."
"But you see, dear, is that I have not only an army of my own and the exact thing I need to resurrect the first, which by the way is you, but I have a plan." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- * "Are we there yet?" Whined Angel from the passenger seat.
Spike swerved to avoid hitting a stop sign and looked angrily over at his companion. "If you don't bloody shut up, I will kick you out of the damn car and save the slayer myself." He turned his attention back to the road.
"Hey Spike?" Angel asked, looking out the windshield.
"What now, Peaches?" Spike was deeply annoyed by now.
Angel hesitated for a second. "What if... What if we don't get there in time to save Buffy?" He glanced at Spike but quickly resumed his gaze at the road when he saw the sadness flash through his grandchilde's eyes. It was quickly replaced with a steely determination.
"We don't have to worry about that. We'll save her. We'll save her, I promise." He said to Angel. But both occupants of the car knew that there was no way to be sure.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *- Wow, sorry for the cliffhanger there. I really need to get off the computer.
He finally became aware of her consciousness. He rushed over to a laptop that rested upon a small desk in a separate section of the small room.
Buffy decided that she might as well ask him what he thought he was going to do to her- she was the slayer and he was a creepy old guy with a tazer, ok that was a tazer. Got to watch out for that.
"Ok, Mister creepy old guy, what the hell am I doing in your poor excuse for a dungeon?" He turned from his laptop to grin at her. He reached behind him to pull out a small bottle from behind him.
"Buffy, do you know what this is?" He asked holding the bottle so she could clearly see the contents. They were like nothing Buffy had ever seen before. It was a white gassy substance that had traces of black and red mixed with it to form a kind of whirl wind shape, winding towards the bottom of the bottle.
"I'm going to go with a tornado in a bottle," She said jokingly.
He gave her another grin and set the bottle down next to her. "This, my dear, is your essence. This is what gives you the ability to fight demons and sense when vampires are close. Did you know close to five thousand young girls and women currently have this lingering in their souls? Well soon I will be the only person to have it in them. Then I will do the evil scientist with unlimited power thing and take over the world. Sound good?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "And how do you suppose you are going to get past the slayer, which by the way is me, her vampire boyfriend, her Wicca best friend, and all her little mini slayer buddies? I mean it is you against like a super hero army. If I were you I would be running for my puny, insignificant life."
"But you see, dear, is that I have not only an army of my own and the exact thing I need to resurrect the first, which by the way is you, but I have a plan." *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- * "Are we there yet?" Whined Angel from the passenger seat.
Spike swerved to avoid hitting a stop sign and looked angrily over at his companion. "If you don't bloody shut up, I will kick you out of the damn car and save the slayer myself." He turned his attention back to the road.
"Hey Spike?" Angel asked, looking out the windshield.
"What now, Peaches?" Spike was deeply annoyed by now.
Angel hesitated for a second. "What if... What if we don't get there in time to save Buffy?" He glanced at Spike but quickly resumed his gaze at the road when he saw the sadness flash through his grandchilde's eyes. It was quickly replaced with a steely determination.
"We don't have to worry about that. We'll save her. We'll save her, I promise." He said to Angel. But both occupants of the car knew that there was no way to be sure.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- *- Wow, sorry for the cliffhanger there. I really need to get off the computer.