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Buffy woke up to find herself in a small room, lying on a bed. She sat up halfway, resting on her elbows. She looked around the room, seeing nothing more then a dresser across from the bed. The walls were left white, and it reminded her of a containment cell at the jail.
She looked to the door when it opened, and laid back down when she saw Spike enter. Inside, her fear was started to disappear. She knew that being frightened would not help out her situation.
Spike was an intimidating person, she would admit that. But he was right before, she did know a lot about him. To know what he had done was better then to have it left to the imagination.
"Hungry luv?" he asked.
"What do you care Spike? You are after all kidnapping me," she said.
"Well I wouldn't want you to die. . Yet," he said. "That way I'll never get my money."
"Money? What money?"
"The ransom," he said. "If your daddy truely loves you like you say he does, then I'm sure he'll have no problems in getting me the two million."
"Two million?! My father doesn't have that kind of money!" Buffy yelled, standing up.
"Then it doesn't look good for you pet, does it?"
"You don't scare me," she said.
He laughed. "Cause you weren't 'bout to shit your pants back at your bloody apartment."
"Yeah well you-. . You caught me off guard," she said. "I wasn't expecting to wake up to you."
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"You're sick," she said, flopping down on the bed. "I want to go home."
"You think I'm just gonna let you walk away?" he said. "I'm shocked. I thought you knew me better. The streets are full of dangerous folk this time of night."
"Oh, you mean, like you?"
"How flattering, you think I'm dangerous," he said, turning to leave. "Don't bother trying to escape, you're securely locked in 'ere. But, lucky you, I'm a nice guy. And, I shall supply you with food, water and all the things a girl needs."
Buffy opened her mouth to reply with a smart remark, but he had already left. Sighing, she turned to the window beside her bed and looked out. 'Maybe I could climb out the-. .' her thought ended when she saw just how high up they were. 'Window, and splatter like a bug on the ground. Good plan Buffy.'
Hank opened the door to his apartment. He threw his keys down on the nearby table and listened for any sign of his daughter.
"Hmm," he said. "Must be asleep."
As he made his way to her bedroom, the open drawer to his desk caught his eye.
"What the-. ."
The phone rang and Hank turned to the kitchen. Thinking it was Buffy, he quickly walked over and picked it up.
"Buffy Anne Summers I've been-. ."
'Sorry mate, but 's not 'er.'
"Spike," he said, in an angry tone. "What did you do with my daughter?"
'Where to begin. .'
"If you laid even one finger on her-. ."
'Relax. I didn't 'urt 'er. Just knocked the girl out with some chloroform, and brought 'er back 'ere. But, not to worry, she's unharmed. Pretty little thing she grew up to be, huh Hank?'
"Where is she?"
'You honestly think I'm that dumb?' he laughed. 'You won't find her Hank, so stop trying. I've been slipping out of your grip for five years now.'
"All criminals get put to rest sometime. Yours just may take a little longer."
'We could go on all day, but I got a girl to take care of. So, ere's what I'm asking. Two million by next Monday, or your daugher, well let's just say I'll keep that pretty little 'ead. Just not the rest of 'er.'
"Spike, you know that's not fair. Where am I supposed to get two million?"
'That, my friend, is your bloody problem. Not mine.'
And the line went flat.
Spike sat on the sofa, outside of the room he had locked Buffy in. He was thinking of what to do if Hank didn't pay him the two million. He'd never killed a person he'd known for more then two minutes. He'd been following Buffy for months, she just didn't know it. And every minute of it, he enjoyed. She was like his prey, him her predator.
Buffy let out a loud screech, causing him to jump off the sofa in a hurry. He grabbed the key to the door and opened it, slowly at first to make sure this wasn't some trick to escape.
"Buffy?" he questioned, but she didn't answer. "Buffy?" he repeated.
He walked into the room completely, sure that she wasn't going to escape, and closed the door behind him. He looked around the room for her, until his eyes landed on her. Sitting huddled in the corner, Buffy had her knees up to her chest. She looked up when he came over to her, and pointed over towards the middle of the room.
"Spider," she said.
"A bloody spider?" he asked, bending down to her level. "That's why you let out that god awful scream?"
"Well-. . It's gross. Any thing with eight hairy legs is not one of my best friends."
He sighed, and stood up. Walking over to where she had pointed, he spotted the spider and stomped on it with his boot.
"There, now the bugger's dead," he said. "Still terrifying?"
"No, but still gross," she said.
He walked back over to her, and offered his hand. She just stared at it blankly. He looked down at her, then to his hand, still waiting. She reached out and grabbed it, letting him pull her up.
He dropped her hand as soon as she was up and headed for the door. "Next time don't let out a scream when you see a bug, just call for me."
She nodded. "Whatever. I could've done that."
He just laughed and shook his head as he left the room.
Buffy woke up to find herself in a small room, lying on a bed. She sat up halfway, resting on her elbows. She looked around the room, seeing nothing more then a dresser across from the bed. The walls were left white, and it reminded her of a containment cell at the jail.
She looked to the door when it opened, and laid back down when she saw Spike enter. Inside, her fear was started to disappear. She knew that being frightened would not help out her situation.
Spike was an intimidating person, she would admit that. But he was right before, she did know a lot about him. To know what he had done was better then to have it left to the imagination.
"Hungry luv?" he asked.
"What do you care Spike? You are after all kidnapping me," she said.
"Well I wouldn't want you to die. . Yet," he said. "That way I'll never get my money."
"Money? What money?"
"The ransom," he said. "If your daddy truely loves you like you say he does, then I'm sure he'll have no problems in getting me the two million."
"Two million?! My father doesn't have that kind of money!" Buffy yelled, standing up.
"Then it doesn't look good for you pet, does it?"
"You don't scare me," she said.
He laughed. "Cause you weren't 'bout to shit your pants back at your bloody apartment."
"Yeah well you-. . You caught me off guard," she said. "I wasn't expecting to wake up to you."
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"You're sick," she said, flopping down on the bed. "I want to go home."
"You think I'm just gonna let you walk away?" he said. "I'm shocked. I thought you knew me better. The streets are full of dangerous folk this time of night."
"Oh, you mean, like you?"
"How flattering, you think I'm dangerous," he said, turning to leave. "Don't bother trying to escape, you're securely locked in 'ere. But, lucky you, I'm a nice guy. And, I shall supply you with food, water and all the things a girl needs."
Buffy opened her mouth to reply with a smart remark, but he had already left. Sighing, she turned to the window beside her bed and looked out. 'Maybe I could climb out the-. .' her thought ended when she saw just how high up they were. 'Window, and splatter like a bug on the ground. Good plan Buffy.'
Hank opened the door to his apartment. He threw his keys down on the nearby table and listened for any sign of his daughter.
"Hmm," he said. "Must be asleep."
As he made his way to her bedroom, the open drawer to his desk caught his eye.
"What the-. ."
The phone rang and Hank turned to the kitchen. Thinking it was Buffy, he quickly walked over and picked it up.
"Buffy Anne Summers I've been-. ."
'Sorry mate, but 's not 'er.'
"Spike," he said, in an angry tone. "What did you do with my daughter?"
'Where to begin. .'
"If you laid even one finger on her-. ."
'Relax. I didn't 'urt 'er. Just knocked the girl out with some chloroform, and brought 'er back 'ere. But, not to worry, she's unharmed. Pretty little thing she grew up to be, huh Hank?'
"Where is she?"
'You honestly think I'm that dumb?' he laughed. 'You won't find her Hank, so stop trying. I've been slipping out of your grip for five years now.'
"All criminals get put to rest sometime. Yours just may take a little longer."
'We could go on all day, but I got a girl to take care of. So, ere's what I'm asking. Two million by next Monday, or your daugher, well let's just say I'll keep that pretty little 'ead. Just not the rest of 'er.'
"Spike, you know that's not fair. Where am I supposed to get two million?"
'That, my friend, is your bloody problem. Not mine.'
And the line went flat.
Spike sat on the sofa, outside of the room he had locked Buffy in. He was thinking of what to do if Hank didn't pay him the two million. He'd never killed a person he'd known for more then two minutes. He'd been following Buffy for months, she just didn't know it. And every minute of it, he enjoyed. She was like his prey, him her predator.
Buffy let out a loud screech, causing him to jump off the sofa in a hurry. He grabbed the key to the door and opened it, slowly at first to make sure this wasn't some trick to escape.
"Buffy?" he questioned, but she didn't answer. "Buffy?" he repeated.
He walked into the room completely, sure that she wasn't going to escape, and closed the door behind him. He looked around the room for her, until his eyes landed on her. Sitting huddled in the corner, Buffy had her knees up to her chest. She looked up when he came over to her, and pointed over towards the middle of the room.
"Spider," she said.
"A bloody spider?" he asked, bending down to her level. "That's why you let out that god awful scream?"
"Well-. . It's gross. Any thing with eight hairy legs is not one of my best friends."
He sighed, and stood up. Walking over to where she had pointed, he spotted the spider and stomped on it with his boot.
"There, now the bugger's dead," he said. "Still terrifying?"
"No, but still gross," she said.
He walked back over to her, and offered his hand. She just stared at it blankly. He looked down at her, then to his hand, still waiting. She reached out and grabbed it, letting him pull her up.
He dropped her hand as soon as she was up and headed for the door. "Next time don't let out a scream when you see a bug, just call for me."
She nodded. "Whatever. I could've done that."
He just laughed and shook his head as he left the room.