Chapter Five
"Licence to Kill is so the best," Andrew whined, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Jonathan.
"No way!" Jonathan protested, as he flicked through the movie guide book, "The Spy Who Loved me is way better. And I'm paying,"
"You offered to pay for a movie we both wanted to see, and I want to see Living Daylights. Timothy Dalton is so much better than Roger Moore."
"You live in a dream world," Jonathan snapped and then he paused, thinking. "You wanna just rent porn?"
"Sure," Andrew agreed, without a pause.
The door suddenly burst open causing Andrew to jump, wobble and lose his balance and topple off the bed.
"B…Buffy," Jonathan stammered.
Buffy stood in the doorway staring at Jonathan, who was frozen in fear, with cold unblinking eyes. She slowly brought her hand around from her back revealing a hefty looking axe.
Andrew, who remained sprawled on the floor, began to shift his weight slowly under the double bed, not even daring to breathe. Squeezing his eyes shut he prayed for a miracle.
Taking a step forward, Buffy raised the axe above her head.
"Please don't kill me," Jonathan whispered, a split second before the axe was swung back down with a faint swishing sound and lodged deep within his midriff. He made a choking sound as he fell back onto the bed with a thud. Buffy yanked it back out and paused.
Jonathan whimpered, agony so great he couldn't even scream. Buffy narrowed her eyes and brought the axe back down, this time across his throat. She didn't put enough strength behind it to cut all the way through and it remained embedded in his neck in a grotesque way. His now unseeing eyes glazed over and his life left him.
Tears began to leak out of the sides of Andrew's eyes as he realised that he too, was about to die. Blood was dripping down the side of the bed, some catching Andrew's arm, but he didn't dare move it.
"Buffy," a deep male voice cried out from the door way. He saw Buffy's feet whirl around and then flinched when a loud gun shot rang out.
"Bastard," Buffy growled, before she crumpled to the floor.
Andrew watched as the black pair of shoes walked over to Buffy and the man crouched down and scooped Buffy up. Andrew realised there was no blood under Buffy where had been, which he thought was weird. Jonathan's was still dripping from the bed.
The man turned around and walked out, pushing the door shut behind him. There was complete silence.
Andrew kept still for a long time, crying to himself, not really sure what to do. After a long time had passed, he figured he should get out of there as they probably weren't going to come back. He crawled out from his hiding place and keeping his back to the wall he made deliberate side-steps along the wall until he reached the door. Grabbing hold of the handle he turned it.
"Goodbye," he whispered awkwardly before he opened it and ran out into the cold night air as fast as he could. Not having any idea where he was going exactly he kept running while sobbing loudly, because now, he was completely and utterly alone.
He knew as he shot her with the sleeping drug that it wouldn't last long, but Angel was hoping for an hour at best. Of course, as his luck went, it lasted ten minutes.
He found this out when Buffy's fist smashed into his face making him lose control of his car, careen across the road and smack into a large oak tree. He fell forward and hit his nose on the steering wheel. Angel winced when he heard an audible crack and blood began pouring out of it. Groaning he yanked his seat belt off and looked across at Buffy who was already half way out smashed window.
Angel quickly opened the car door and leapt over the roof towards her. He couldn't let her get away now, not when he was so damn close. Buffy wasn't running, merely walking fast, as if he had no hope of stopping her. Just as Angel reached her, she span around and took him by surprise by punching him in the stomach. Groaning in pain, he shook it off as he raised his arm and put all his strength into thumping her in the face. Buffy flew to the ground and swiftly brought her leg to the nearest place she could. He fell down next to her, clutching himself between the legs and stifling a sob of pain.
"You took him away from me…" Buffy snarled, "Like everyone leaves." Angel ignored her, swallowing the emotions that were threatening to erupt any moment.
"Let me help you," Angel cried desperately.
"Are you fucking delusional?" Buffy said with a giggle, "Look at me! I'm free. I'm not hurting so much I want to take a knife and rip my veins open. Can't you let me be alive for the first time Angel?"
"But I love you," he murmured, holding her on the ground still.
She let out a shill laugh. "I spent the year banging Spike," Buffy looked up into his pained eyes and chose her next words in a flash, the ones that would hurt him deeply. "I love Spike. It wasn't you there when I jumped off the tower to my death…it was him."
"And he loves you so much that he raped you?" he replied quietly. Even in her current state, she flinched at his words. Angel immediately regretted his words and reached forward to gently brush away a stray lock of hair.
"I will get you back if it's the last thing I do," Angel vowed.
He had been expecting Buffy to come after him. Maybe even one of her pals, Xander or Willow. Or even Dawn may have made some kind of weak attempt.
Angel would probably know by now. They always knew when something was deeply wrong with each other. And so he half expected his Grand-Sire to come strolling in with a murderous expression on his face.
But when she came…he had to say he was bloody shocked. Just waltzed in, her eyes black pools, her whole being screamed power.
"My father was just like you," she had said quietly, "What he couldn't have…he took anyway. Just like you did to Buffy."
The young woman had then calmly sat on a large wooden box and started to whisper words that meant nothing to him, but were centuries old. She never stopped, sometimes her so voice quiet he could barely hear her, the next second she would be screaming out her words, at the injustice of the world. There was no way he could escape as he was held down by magick and tormented violently by an unseen force.
He thought back to only a few hours earlier when he had tried to get a ship to somewhere…anywhere, but it happened to be a Sunday, and no ships sailed on Sundays. So instead, he had hid himself in the darkest and biggest warehouse he could find in the docks, sat behind a crate and lit and cigarette. The biggest mistake of his life.
And now Spike wished, with all his un-beating heart, as he lay in his own pool of blood, that he hadn't been so stupid as to stay in Sunnydale. He screamed as the pain hit again, never in the same spot. Always a different type of pain, inside, outside, sharp pain, throbbing…the list was endless.
The bleached vampire realised he would pay for every one of his sins this inky black night. He would pay for every one of them.
And from her seated, comfortable position, Tara smiled.
Buffy suddenly jumped up, surprising Angel. He quickly followed suit and they stood off facing each other.
She glared at him, hatred and condemnation written in her eyes. "You were right Angel, it IS easier. No pain, no guilt…and I'll kill you before I let you stuff that fucking soul back inside me."
She reached back to strike him and abruptly stopped. Angel's dead heart broke as he watched her ashen face crumple, terror crossing her delicate features as her eyes bled from obsidian to green.
"Angel, help me," Buffy whispered desperately, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Angel dropped his stance, reaching to touch her glowing, alabaster skin.
"Buffy…is that you?" he cried, desperate to have her back, hoping it wasn't some kind of mind game.
Buffy shook her head and her eyes turned to black ice. Surprise crossed her face before her mouth twisted into an angry snarl.
"Unleash!" she yelled. He felt the gentle changes in the air as soon as it started and realised something was about to happen.
"Better run home…" Buffy informed him. "Trouble's a' brewing,"
Angel looked into her eyes, before spinning round and running as fast as he possibly could in the direction of The Magic Box. He had no idea what he would find there, but he prayed to whomever might be listening to spare her friend's lives.
He heard a loud, piercing scream as he reached the shop and put extra effort into sprinting the last few metres and bursting through the door.
Angel didn't stop to pause at the variety of demons that were attacking from all areas, but snatched a sword out of the air that Willow threw in his direction. She stood at the side of the room and mumbled spells, occasionally thrusting the large axe she had in her hand out at a demon that got to near. Anya had morphed into her demon face and was well into the battle, screaming curses at them.
Four of the vampires Angel was fighting suddenly burst into dust as a ball of blue flames hit them, sent from Willow.
He jumped over the table and snapped the leg off one of the chairs, thrusting out; he hit another vampire's heart dead centre and span around to slice a zombie's head off.
The dark vampire groaned as another five demons materialised from the wall and snarled. "I don't think they are going to stop until Buffy makes them," he yelled.
Closing her eyes, Buffy took a deep breath filling up every part of her lungs. Slowly, she exhaled and at the same time she poured a blue liquid around her from a small bottle she had picked up.
"I call to thee Obeliss," she called, her voice firm.
The ground in front of her began to shake, and a crack appeared in on the stone floor, in front of where Buffy sat. The skies had clouded over a few hours ago, almost in anticipation and with a crack of lightning, the heavens opened and it began to pour down with rain. The crack grew longer and longer before finally coming to stop by something that looked as though it used to be a locker.
"Rise!" Buffy called. "Rise up from the Hellmouth. Cause destruction and havoc with every step you take."
The crack began to widen and the ground split in two. Buffy could hear the screams of people near by as Sunnydale began to tremble and the howls from demons from below. She wasn't going to let them all out, not yet anyway.
The shaking suddenly stopped and Obeliss stepped out, as he stretched out to his height, he hit the ceiling and bits of rubble crashed to the ground, but nothing fell within the blue circle surrounding Buffy. He was huge, standing at around fifteen foot. His deep red eyes shone out in the dark night and he growling, a deep rumbling sound that shook the building.
"Kill them. Kill them all," Buffy shouted up to him. Obeliss nodded and took his first step onto a house. It crumpled like a doll's house.
Buffy stared up at the hole in the ceiling where he had just stood and then looked around the school she had spent three years of her life. The doorway to the library was within view, the doors hanging off the hinges.
Within an hour, Sunnydale would be destroyed and everyone in it dead and Obeliss would on its way to another town to do the same.
A clawing feeling started in the pit of her stomach, like someone was trying to break through. She sucked in her breath quickly and gritted her teeth.
'What the hell?" she thought to herself as she tried to shake it off. It got sharper and frowned, and then it hit her.
"No!" Buffy screamed, falling forward onto her knees, shaking.
Her eyes flashed to green. "Give me my body back," she shrieked. Please give me some feedback