Chapter Three
Disclaimer - see chapter 1.
Summery - again see chapter 1.
Review – please review!
To everyone who has sent me e-mails and reviews about the story, I am going to carry on with it, it's just taken me a long time to keep writing it. Thank you for all your reviews. :) I would answer individually normally but I don't have time right now, so thank you all again. Hopefully the chapter should be up in a couple of weeks now my exams are over. Yay!
Buffy woke with a start when she heard a violent banging at the door. Slowly she hauled herself off the sofa to answer it.
When she pulled the door open, Spike was standing there, panting.
"Demon gang," he panted, "tearing up main street. Need help."
"Okay." Said Buffy, grabbing her coat and switching off the T.V. "Let's go."
After they had walked a little way, Spike spoke up. "We need to split up." He decided.
"What makes you say that?" asked Buffy
"Because I can smell where they've gone. They're everywhere." He replied.
"Right, you do the centre of Sunnydale, I'll do the cemeteries. We'll meet back at my house." The only confirmation buffy got from Spike was the whoosh of his duster as he turned in the opposite direction. She sighed and set off to find the demons.
Finally Willow and Xander stopped running. Xander dumped Willow unceremoniously down on what looked like a dry patch of grass. She was still unconscious after screaming herself hoarse. She was now, though, beginning to wake up.
"Dawnie?" she croaked.
Xander looked down at her in pity. "Will, sweetie, it didn't work. I think those demons smashed the urn. I'm sorry."
Willow started thrashing around in his arms. "No, no it had to work! Oh god, it had to!"
"Wills, it's okay, we can get another urn, it's okay-"
"No you don't understand, there is no other urn! It's gone!" Willow moaned.
"What!" Xander asked, disbelieving.
"There is no other urn! There's no other urn and there's no other Dawnie! It didn't work! We failed!" She sank back down into Xander's arms sobbing her eyes out.
Dawn awoke in the dark alone. She gasped for air, trying to place her surroundings. Where had the light and the warmth gone? Somewhere in her dazed stupor she realised she needed to get out of the small enclosed space she was in. Maybe if she got out of here, she could feel safe again. She started clawing at the silky lining, her nails wearing down. Finally she managed to break the wood, gasping as she felt the cold soil fall onto her midriff. She forced her hands upwards, feeling the blood seeping out of her knuckles as she dug her way upwards. She felt the soil brushing past her face and smelt the earthy smell of the soil. Finally her hand pushed through the surface. She hauled herself out, laying down as she gathered her breath. She realised she hadn't breathed for a long time. Hadn't needed to.
She sat up, the air feeling cold and suffocating, almost as bad as the wooden casket she'd been enclosed in. She could hear roaring and laughter, the sounds too loud and blaring for her sensitive ears. She looked up at the midnight black sky. This was hell for sure.
Buffy tracked the demons through the cemetery, her spider senses tingling. She soon realised that she was headed near Dawn's grave. She stopped dead in her tracks as she stared at it. The grass around it was all torn up although a tractor had been riding round it. A vase had been broken and what looked like blood oozed around it. And the most disturbing thing was, the grass in the middle looked like, like someone had dug themselves out of it.
"Dawn?" Buffy whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and joy. Then a scream interrupted her daze. This time she yelled.
"Dawn!"
After she had dug herself out of her grave, Dawn knew she was in hell and that she needed to get back to the light. She dragged herself up slowly and headed for the only place she remembered. The tower.
As she walked, she didn't realise fires were burning in windows or people were screaming around her. It was only when a big red demon, with horns and leather pants stepped in front of her she realised she wasn't alone.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here then?" it drawled. "Looks like we're going to have a bit of fun after all."
The demon dragged Dawn into an alley. Other demons were there as well, smoking cigars and playing with flick knifes.
The demon who had dragged her there didn't waste any time in hitting her across the face. She screamed, feeling the pain. She lifted her hand to her lip, feeling the blood drip down.
The demon hit her again, this time sending her flying into the wall. As the demon went to hit her again, she saw its head wrenched from its body and the body flung to the floor. She saw a small blonde woman standing there.
"Dawnie?"
Disclaimer - see chapter 1.
Summery - again see chapter 1.
Review – please review!
To everyone who has sent me e-mails and reviews about the story, I am going to carry on with it, it's just taken me a long time to keep writing it. Thank you for all your reviews. :) I would answer individually normally but I don't have time right now, so thank you all again. Hopefully the chapter should be up in a couple of weeks now my exams are over. Yay!
Buffy woke with a start when she heard a violent banging at the door. Slowly she hauled herself off the sofa to answer it.
When she pulled the door open, Spike was standing there, panting.
"Demon gang," he panted, "tearing up main street. Need help."
"Okay." Said Buffy, grabbing her coat and switching off the T.V. "Let's go."
After they had walked a little way, Spike spoke up. "We need to split up." He decided.
"What makes you say that?" asked Buffy
"Because I can smell where they've gone. They're everywhere." He replied.
"Right, you do the centre of Sunnydale, I'll do the cemeteries. We'll meet back at my house." The only confirmation buffy got from Spike was the whoosh of his duster as he turned in the opposite direction. She sighed and set off to find the demons.
Finally Willow and Xander stopped running. Xander dumped Willow unceremoniously down on what looked like a dry patch of grass. She was still unconscious after screaming herself hoarse. She was now, though, beginning to wake up.
"Dawnie?" she croaked.
Xander looked down at her in pity. "Will, sweetie, it didn't work. I think those demons smashed the urn. I'm sorry."
Willow started thrashing around in his arms. "No, no it had to work! Oh god, it had to!"
"Wills, it's okay, we can get another urn, it's okay-"
"No you don't understand, there is no other urn! It's gone!" Willow moaned.
"What!" Xander asked, disbelieving.
"There is no other urn! There's no other urn and there's no other Dawnie! It didn't work! We failed!" She sank back down into Xander's arms sobbing her eyes out.
Dawn awoke in the dark alone. She gasped for air, trying to place her surroundings. Where had the light and the warmth gone? Somewhere in her dazed stupor she realised she needed to get out of the small enclosed space she was in. Maybe if she got out of here, she could feel safe again. She started clawing at the silky lining, her nails wearing down. Finally she managed to break the wood, gasping as she felt the cold soil fall onto her midriff. She forced her hands upwards, feeling the blood seeping out of her knuckles as she dug her way upwards. She felt the soil brushing past her face and smelt the earthy smell of the soil. Finally her hand pushed through the surface. She hauled herself out, laying down as she gathered her breath. She realised she hadn't breathed for a long time. Hadn't needed to.
She sat up, the air feeling cold and suffocating, almost as bad as the wooden casket she'd been enclosed in. She could hear roaring and laughter, the sounds too loud and blaring for her sensitive ears. She looked up at the midnight black sky. This was hell for sure.
Buffy tracked the demons through the cemetery, her spider senses tingling. She soon realised that she was headed near Dawn's grave. She stopped dead in her tracks as she stared at it. The grass around it was all torn up although a tractor had been riding round it. A vase had been broken and what looked like blood oozed around it. And the most disturbing thing was, the grass in the middle looked like, like someone had dug themselves out of it.
"Dawn?" Buffy whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and joy. Then a scream interrupted her daze. This time she yelled.
"Dawn!"
After she had dug herself out of her grave, Dawn knew she was in hell and that she needed to get back to the light. She dragged herself up slowly and headed for the only place she remembered. The tower.
As she walked, she didn't realise fires were burning in windows or people were screaming around her. It was only when a big red demon, with horns and leather pants stepped in front of her she realised she wasn't alone.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here then?" it drawled. "Looks like we're going to have a bit of fun after all."
The demon dragged Dawn into an alley. Other demons were there as well, smoking cigars and playing with flick knifes.
The demon who had dragged her there didn't waste any time in hitting her across the face. She screamed, feeling the pain. She lifted her hand to her lip, feeling the blood drip down.
The demon hit her again, this time sending her flying into the wall. As the demon went to hit her again, she saw its head wrenched from its body and the body flung to the floor. She saw a small blonde woman standing there.
"Dawnie?"