No, I did not curl up in a dark corner and die! I just had finals
and I was extremely busy. Sniffle Why can't you appreciate me? Sorry...
Well here it is! The 9 chapter of Second Chances! This is a Spuffy fic
peeps!! Go Spuffy!! YAY!! Lalalalalalalalala!!! I can't hear your mean
comments!
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Buffy watched as her captor stuck the needle into her arm. He pulled it out and she got another glimpse of the "essence" that was her only hope of survival against everything that goes bump in the night.
She sighed and closed her eyes. She had been here for a week. No Spike in shining armor yet. He would come for her. He had too. He loved her...Didn't he? ------------------------------------
"Angel, can't you bloody hurry up?" Spike asked his hands clutching the dashboard tightly. They were a mile away from his beloved Buffy. Angel was speeding down the road, definitely faster than the speed limit.
As soon as the big crater got into view, Spike was the first out of the car and running towards it. The only thing going through his head was images of his slayer. His beautiful Buffy... It made him run faster.
At the edge of the crater he skidded to a stop and looked at Angel for support. There was absolutely no way to get down. He watched Angel grin and pull a rope from his bag of weapons. Spike looked back at the huge hole. He could see... Something down there. It looked like some kinda space-aged technology lab. Well whatever it was, Buffy was down there and needed his help.
"Let's go!" He yelled at Angel. -------------------------------------- ---
Spike crept around the corner secret agent style, checking out his surroundings, sniffing the air.
"Will you cut it out? Your really scaring me, mate." Angel said coming up behind him and rolling his eyes at his friend's antics.
Spike just turned around, kicked Angel in the shin, dodged a punch and stuck out his tongue mockingly. "I can't help it," the bleach blonde vamp confessed. "I'm so worried. She could be de... hurt." He stuttered, looking at his sire with a helplessness that Angel had rarely seen from him. He was acting just like he had after Buffy died.
Spike must have realized how much he was letting his bad boy shield down, because he smirked and turned around letting his sacred duster flap menacingly behind him. But he was anything but confident or cocky. The paranoia had started slowly the first morning she was gone and by now had grown to an ache, tugging at his unbeating heart. He finally had everything he had ever asked for and now someone was trying to take it away. Well, they were in for a little surprise, named William the Bloody.
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Dawn sat on her bed, whispering to herself. She was trying to remember the locator spell Willow had taught her when they had to find Buffy. The large map in front of her was hard to read and her eyes hurt from hours of searching the tiny words. Buffy didn't appear to be any where in the Atlantic Ocean. Maybe it was the Pacific?
Dawn moaned and lay back, clutching at her aching head.
"Dawn? Can I come in? I need to talk to you," Called a voice from outside her door.
"Come in!" she cried, recognizing the voice as none other than one of the newest slayers, Amanda. The girl stepped through the door and jumped on the part of Dawn's bed that wasn't covered by map.
"What's up?" Dawn asked; glad to have an excuse to not be working on the spell.
"W-well, I really just needed someone to talk to and you've always been really good at listening and caring to about what I'm talking about." After a small pause she continued quietly, "I've never really had a friend like that before." She smiled up at Dawn and quickly returned her gaze to the floor. Dawn grinned and gave her friend a small hug.
"Enough with the mushy gushy stuff," she said after pulling back. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, it's just... Usually in the mornings I workout in the little training area Buffy set up for us, but this morning... I couldn't lift a ten pound weight, let alone my usual fifty pound...I... I think my powers are...gone..." Dawn's eyes widened and she ran out of the room to find her other slayer friends.
She rushed to Melanie's room and pushed open the door to find Melanie crying on her bed. "Dawn! My slaying powers are gone!" she cried in her rough British accent.
Dawn rushed to hug her quickly and run out of the room to find Kathleen, Chelsea and Ami all staring disbelievingly at each other as they desperately tried to lift the weights they did every morning but couldn't find the strength to lift more than a five pound.
Dawn felt fear rising through out her body. Someone wanted the slayers weak. Without the slayers... She rushed to find Willow the angry thoughts pounding through her head.
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Angel caught up with Spike.
"Spike, what are y..." he stopped when he saw the dazed and scared expression on the frozen vamp's face. "What the... Holy..." Spike covered his mouth without looking up. Before them was a cavern full of roaring, howling demons. Just by looking Spike could tell that many of the large group were vampires.
"This is the army... Straight from Hell itself..."
"With the First on its side..."
"We're dead." Spike finished bluntly. He shook his head as if to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. The image stayed with him, burning itself into his memory.
They both were woken from their stupor when they sensed a group of vamps surrounding them.
"Mate," Spike said pulling Angel as close to him as he could. "Get her. If you can get out, go. Don't stop for me. If I make it, I'll get out of this hellhole myself." He pushed Angel away and stalked towards his first victim.
Angel yelled for him to stop. Buffy wouldn't let herself leave if she knew her boyfriend was still there.
"Then don't, OOF! Your gonna bloody pay for that, Fangs. Then don't tell her!" He leaped back into the fray, staking and beheading as he went.
Angel ran. ------------------------------------
Buffy was shaken out of unconsciousness.
"Five more minutes," she whispered, batting the hands off her shoulders.
"Buffy, if you don't wake up right now you will be severely sorry." Angel growled under his breath.
Her head jerked off her pillow and she smiled gratefully.
"Angel," She whispered, disappointment rushing through her. Where was here knight in shining armor? "Where's Spike?" she asked.
Angel sighed. Of course she wanted to know where Spike was.
"Spike is... A bit busy at the moment..." He felt a hand wrap around his neck. The slayer's eyes icily glared at him.
"Tell. Me. Now." She ground out still tightening her grip on his throat.
"We got stopped by some guards, but he's probably fine..." Angel tried to comfort her while wincing at the pressure.
"Spike!" she called, instantly forgetting Angel to go run into her boyfriends bloodied and beaten arms. Spike yelped in pain as she hugged him tightly. She instinctively let go to check over his injuries.
"Ohmigod!" She cried as her eyes found the multiple cuts and bruises.
An icy glare found its way back to Angel. "You. Left. Him. To. Fight. By. Himself!" she shrieked her rage surfacing as she made her way to pummel Angel into the ground.
Spike limped quickly to pull Buffy away from a cowering Angel.
"Love, as much as I want to see you kill Peaches, now is definitely not the time." He said calmly pointing at the rumbling floor.
Grabbing her boyfriend's hand she rushed through the halls, looking back to make sure Angel was with them. He was running quickly and grinned when she looked at him.
She smiled encouragingly at him and dodged a falling column. 'They were gonna be fine.' She thought looking up into her grinning boyfriend's eyes. He always got a kick out of disaster.
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WOO HOO!! Go me! My longest chappie ever....Okay that's probably a sad excuse for celebration, but who cares!!! School ends in 10 days for me and I am partying like there is no tomorrow!
Buffy watched as her captor stuck the needle into her arm. He pulled it out and she got another glimpse of the "essence" that was her only hope of survival against everything that goes bump in the night.
She sighed and closed her eyes. She had been here for a week. No Spike in shining armor yet. He would come for her. He had too. He loved her...Didn't he? ------------------------------------
"Angel, can't you bloody hurry up?" Spike asked his hands clutching the dashboard tightly. They were a mile away from his beloved Buffy. Angel was speeding down the road, definitely faster than the speed limit.
As soon as the big crater got into view, Spike was the first out of the car and running towards it. The only thing going through his head was images of his slayer. His beautiful Buffy... It made him run faster.
At the edge of the crater he skidded to a stop and looked at Angel for support. There was absolutely no way to get down. He watched Angel grin and pull a rope from his bag of weapons. Spike looked back at the huge hole. He could see... Something down there. It looked like some kinda space-aged technology lab. Well whatever it was, Buffy was down there and needed his help.
"Let's go!" He yelled at Angel. -------------------------------------- ---
Spike crept around the corner secret agent style, checking out his surroundings, sniffing the air.
"Will you cut it out? Your really scaring me, mate." Angel said coming up behind him and rolling his eyes at his friend's antics.
Spike just turned around, kicked Angel in the shin, dodged a punch and stuck out his tongue mockingly. "I can't help it," the bleach blonde vamp confessed. "I'm so worried. She could be de... hurt." He stuttered, looking at his sire with a helplessness that Angel had rarely seen from him. He was acting just like he had after Buffy died.
Spike must have realized how much he was letting his bad boy shield down, because he smirked and turned around letting his sacred duster flap menacingly behind him. But he was anything but confident or cocky. The paranoia had started slowly the first morning she was gone and by now had grown to an ache, tugging at his unbeating heart. He finally had everything he had ever asked for and now someone was trying to take it away. Well, they were in for a little surprise, named William the Bloody.
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Dawn sat on her bed, whispering to herself. She was trying to remember the locator spell Willow had taught her when they had to find Buffy. The large map in front of her was hard to read and her eyes hurt from hours of searching the tiny words. Buffy didn't appear to be any where in the Atlantic Ocean. Maybe it was the Pacific?
Dawn moaned and lay back, clutching at her aching head.
"Dawn? Can I come in? I need to talk to you," Called a voice from outside her door.
"Come in!" she cried, recognizing the voice as none other than one of the newest slayers, Amanda. The girl stepped through the door and jumped on the part of Dawn's bed that wasn't covered by map.
"What's up?" Dawn asked; glad to have an excuse to not be working on the spell.
"W-well, I really just needed someone to talk to and you've always been really good at listening and caring to about what I'm talking about." After a small pause she continued quietly, "I've never really had a friend like that before." She smiled up at Dawn and quickly returned her gaze to the floor. Dawn grinned and gave her friend a small hug.
"Enough with the mushy gushy stuff," she said after pulling back. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, it's just... Usually in the mornings I workout in the little training area Buffy set up for us, but this morning... I couldn't lift a ten pound weight, let alone my usual fifty pound...I... I think my powers are...gone..." Dawn's eyes widened and she ran out of the room to find her other slayer friends.
She rushed to Melanie's room and pushed open the door to find Melanie crying on her bed. "Dawn! My slaying powers are gone!" she cried in her rough British accent.
Dawn rushed to hug her quickly and run out of the room to find Kathleen, Chelsea and Ami all staring disbelievingly at each other as they desperately tried to lift the weights they did every morning but couldn't find the strength to lift more than a five pound.
Dawn felt fear rising through out her body. Someone wanted the slayers weak. Without the slayers... She rushed to find Willow the angry thoughts pounding through her head.
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Angel caught up with Spike.
"Spike, what are y..." he stopped when he saw the dazed and scared expression on the frozen vamp's face. "What the... Holy..." Spike covered his mouth without looking up. Before them was a cavern full of roaring, howling demons. Just by looking Spike could tell that many of the large group were vampires.
"This is the army... Straight from Hell itself..."
"With the First on its side..."
"We're dead." Spike finished bluntly. He shook his head as if to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. The image stayed with him, burning itself into his memory.
They both were woken from their stupor when they sensed a group of vamps surrounding them.
"Mate," Spike said pulling Angel as close to him as he could. "Get her. If you can get out, go. Don't stop for me. If I make it, I'll get out of this hellhole myself." He pushed Angel away and stalked towards his first victim.
Angel yelled for him to stop. Buffy wouldn't let herself leave if she knew her boyfriend was still there.
"Then don't, OOF! Your gonna bloody pay for that, Fangs. Then don't tell her!" He leaped back into the fray, staking and beheading as he went.
Angel ran. ------------------------------------
Buffy was shaken out of unconsciousness.
"Five more minutes," she whispered, batting the hands off her shoulders.
"Buffy, if you don't wake up right now you will be severely sorry." Angel growled under his breath.
Her head jerked off her pillow and she smiled gratefully.
"Angel," She whispered, disappointment rushing through her. Where was here knight in shining armor? "Where's Spike?" she asked.
Angel sighed. Of course she wanted to know where Spike was.
"Spike is... A bit busy at the moment..." He felt a hand wrap around his neck. The slayer's eyes icily glared at him.
"Tell. Me. Now." She ground out still tightening her grip on his throat.
"We got stopped by some guards, but he's probably fine..." Angel tried to comfort her while wincing at the pressure.
"Spike!" she called, instantly forgetting Angel to go run into her boyfriends bloodied and beaten arms. Spike yelped in pain as she hugged him tightly. She instinctively let go to check over his injuries.
"Ohmigod!" She cried as her eyes found the multiple cuts and bruises.
An icy glare found its way back to Angel. "You. Left. Him. To. Fight. By. Himself!" she shrieked her rage surfacing as she made her way to pummel Angel into the ground.
Spike limped quickly to pull Buffy away from a cowering Angel.
"Love, as much as I want to see you kill Peaches, now is definitely not the time." He said calmly pointing at the rumbling floor.
Grabbing her boyfriend's hand she rushed through the halls, looking back to make sure Angel was with them. He was running quickly and grinned when she looked at him.
She smiled encouragingly at him and dodged a falling column. 'They were gonna be fine.' She thought looking up into her grinning boyfriend's eyes. He always got a kick out of disaster.
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WOO HOO!! Go me! My longest chappie ever....Okay that's probably a sad excuse for celebration, but who cares!!! School ends in 10 days for me and I am partying like there is no tomorrow!