"B-bit?"
"Spike? No, no it can't be, you, you DIED! Who the hell are you!?" With that she sent a spinning kick into his stomach and he went down. Another blow to his head, and up into his stomach several times as he clutched onto his head.
"I don't know who the hell you are, but I swear to heaven and hell I'm going to be the nightmare of your nightmares. The only things you'll see for the rest of eternity is me kicking the shit out of you, and then back into you and then out again. You're a demon, you think hell is pretty bad, you've never met me." Spike gasped. Crap. How was he going to explain this? Mind you, from the feel of his back, which he was pretty sure she'd pounded with something metal, she wasn't looking for an explanation. He looked up and her mane of think brown hair was flying with fury. He was right, she'd snapped a metal step off of an old fire escape from the side of a building. How had she done that? A boot connected with his face and he felt the heel rip into his cheek, oh yeah, she was definitely stronger than he thought. At this point he forced himself to his feet and blocked an incoming blow to the back of the neck with said metal rod. Spike grabbed the rod, twisted sharply and pulled her into him. He felt the heel of her spare hand connect with his nose and his head shot back.
"Listen Nibblet. Cool it." The only answer he got was the metal rod being yanked away and heaved up between his legs. He made a rather unnatural gurgle and saw a triumphant smile revel in her ability.
"Christ woman!" His hand gripped her around the throat and he lifted her off the ground. He really didn't want to hurt her, but that was definitely uncalled for.
"You should know not to mess with me. I'm sorry but a man has to do what a man has to do, kid." It sort of caught him off guard when she snarled at him,
"I'm not you Bit or your Nibblet. And I told you I'm not a kid." Spike cringed when he remembered what she had been doing when she said that. He jerked his arm and sent her flying into the wall behind her, hearing the satisfying crack of her head against the stone, it was wrong he knew it, but she had beaten the crap out of him. What the hell did she expect?
"Your right kid, you did." Spike walked over to the young woman, she must have been between about twenty-four and twenty-six. She certainly looked nothing like the Buffy; that was for sure. Mind you she did slightly remind him of the other slayer, what was it? Faith, yeah. Faith. But only slightly. All he could think of when he looked at her was, shit, Dawn. Spike could hear her heartbeat from where he was standing; he bent down and sung her into his arm, holding her lithe body tightly against him.
Wind swept through the building as Spike kicked open the door.
"William, must you always do that, I've taught you to use door handles, right?" Wesley spoke from behind him.
"Watch it Watcher, or I'll forget about my soul and have myself a nice little snack. Watcher was always my favourite kind of food, after eating a slayer of course." His eyes swung around to Angel who was leaning on a doorframe, wincing at Spike's particular choice of words. They both knew what he had meant, even if Wesley didn't. Angel tensed, trying to refrain himself from rising to the bait, until he saw the body in Spike arms.
"What happened?" Angel very quickly went to retrieve the figure, but Spike held fast, holding her even more tightly to his body.
"Yes, what on earth are you bringing her back here for? What was it, possession, demon, attack? Supernatural, natural? Your not usual one to bring home the strays Spike." Despite Wesley's condescending snipe at Spike he cared, he cared a lot, and it was evident. He had already retrieved a first aid kit and was hovering to the left of Spike. Spike lay Dawn gently on a couch. Both of the other men took a step backwards as her head dropped and they caught a glimpse of whom it was.
"Wesley? Hey, brit boy. She's going to need something for the cuts." Wesley's head shook and he nodded sullenly, moving towards the girl.
"Yes, of course."
"Dawn?" Angel looked up at Spike, who incredulously lifted his eyebrows.
"My, we're doing well tonight Angelus. Being practising your abc's?" At this Angel's expression changed.
"It's not Angelus, William." He snarled, taking a menacing to step towards the other man.
"No, your right. Angelus had a dress sense, poor, there's no doubt about that, but at least he had one." Amusement was dancing across Spike's features and he turned his back on a fuming Angel to go to a large oak cabinet. From out of it he produced a length of rope and walked back towards Dawn.
"Books and brains, stop leering and…don't put those salts anywhere near her!" The last part was a hurried shout as Wesley's hand quickly shot back, on reflex, making sure the smelling salts were nowhere near her nose.
"I was not leering, Spike." Spike huffed responsively. He reached for Dawn's hands and started winding the rope around her hands.
"What are you doing, Spike?" Angel had walked towards the group now.
"She'll be waking up anytime soon, and when she does, believe me, you'll thank me for the rope." Angel's expression was questioning but distracted as, at that minute, Dawn did indeed wake up. All three men watched in anticipation. Dawn was groggy for a few seconds, until she shook her hair wildly and her eyes searched out her whereabouts. When her eyes settled on Angel and Wesley she jumped up.
"Thank the friggin' dimensions. Wait, how the hell? Why the hell am I he-" She stopped mid sentence when her eyes settled on Spike, and she looked around, her mind whirring a thousand times a second.
"This isn't the hotel. And you're here." The last part was directed at Spike, she turned back to Wesley and Angel, "I don't know who the hell you guys are either, but I can assure you, whatever glamour you've got going, isn't going to protect you from the beating you're about to receive."
"Your threats don't change much, do they Luv? Batter, kill, batter some more…I'm seeing a trend." Spike's unmistakeable voice infiltrated her thoughts. Dawn went to move her arms up, but confusedly realised that they were tied. Instead she jumped and scissor kicked Wesley in the head, spinning mid air to land in a crouch. Angel was standing at the end of a desk. She leaped up and ran to the end. Stopping in front of a heavy candelabra that was standing atop it. Locking her ankles around it, she went up into a hand stand and immediately sprung from her handstand to jab Angel in face with the heavy metal object, letting it drop from between her feet and then following through into a standing position. She had knocked Angel back in a matter of seconds, before he had known what had hit him.
"That is so not easy when you're hands are untied. Care to undo them? Didn't think so." She then stabbed a sharp metal blade into Angel's side. Where the hell had that come from, he wondered. Then he realised. She had picked it up when she had performed the handstand stunt on his desk. Dawn then gracefully turned to face Spike.
"Thought I'd be thanking you for the ropes, Spike? Right now I'm not feeling so grateful." Angel growled at his childe.
"What can I say? You'd be dust right now if she'd had her hands untied. All in the element of surprise."
"So how come you're still standing."
"I'm not surprised." He grinned wolfishly at Angel who groaned pathetically. Dawn was now standing a step away from Spike.
"I thought I warned you about the pet names, Luv." Dawn was pissed, really pissed and all this guy did was smile. She'd wipe that smile right off his perfectly chiselled face.
"That you did."
"Hmmm." Before Dawn had moved, Spike's leg had swept under hers and she fell on her ass. She sprang back up from her back and they circled each other.
"Don't think you're going to do so well without the hands, Pet."
"Done alright so far." Dawn indicated the wounded two sitting behind her. Spike regarded them. Wesley did look in quite a bit of pain but Angel was more than fit to fight. He was just willing to watch Dawn use Spike as workout dummy first. Bastard.
Dawn brought her tied wrists up to under her chin and laced her fingers together. Her elbows were sticking out at he side and unexpectedly she jabbed forward her new and improved fist out towards Spike's face. He ducked and reared back up again. Unfortunately as he did so Dawn had pulled her arms back towards her body upon lack of collision and Spike was caught in between her arms, in the middle of her hands and body. Both gasped as Dawn's hands connected into Spike's neck, the momentum pulling his body into hers, knocking them both over.
Spike landed on top of Dawn and Dawn's leg had hooked around his hip and entwined with the back of his legs when it had been swept up and under her. Her hands were laced around his neck and he moved his head up, making it impossible for her to retrieve her arms and hands, and his body pinned her to the ground making it impossible for her to sit up. He smirked and brought his hands to rest either side of her head.
"Kinda kinky, huh? Remember the last time you were in that position." Dawn's head reared up to head butt him but he laughed as he pulled his own head out of reach. He brought his right arm down so his fingers could trace the lines of her stomach whilst he leant on his left.
"You're going to stop destroying everything you see and sit calmly whilst we explain things. Or am I going to have to knock you out again?" Dawn sank back down to the ground. But her whole body jerked when he let his fingers trace underneath the top of her leather pants. Her chest was heaving and he felt his jeans tighten again, keeping his pelvis well away from hers, to hide that fact. He bent down to nip her ear, smiling as her body tensed at the close proximity of his mouth to her neck. He picked up an almost inaudible whimper and felt her involuntarily roll her hips into his. He suppressed his own groan at this and then she snapped out of it. She slammed her body into the one arm supporting him and he collapsed as she rolled. Instead of getting up and fighting again though, she just laid there, Spike's body half covering hers, catching her breath from the fight.
"Spike? No, no it can't be, you, you DIED! Who the hell are you!?" With that she sent a spinning kick into his stomach and he went down. Another blow to his head, and up into his stomach several times as he clutched onto his head.
"I don't know who the hell you are, but I swear to heaven and hell I'm going to be the nightmare of your nightmares. The only things you'll see for the rest of eternity is me kicking the shit out of you, and then back into you and then out again. You're a demon, you think hell is pretty bad, you've never met me." Spike gasped. Crap. How was he going to explain this? Mind you, from the feel of his back, which he was pretty sure she'd pounded with something metal, she wasn't looking for an explanation. He looked up and her mane of think brown hair was flying with fury. He was right, she'd snapped a metal step off of an old fire escape from the side of a building. How had she done that? A boot connected with his face and he felt the heel rip into his cheek, oh yeah, she was definitely stronger than he thought. At this point he forced himself to his feet and blocked an incoming blow to the back of the neck with said metal rod. Spike grabbed the rod, twisted sharply and pulled her into him. He felt the heel of her spare hand connect with his nose and his head shot back.
"Listen Nibblet. Cool it." The only answer he got was the metal rod being yanked away and heaved up between his legs. He made a rather unnatural gurgle and saw a triumphant smile revel in her ability.
"Christ woman!" His hand gripped her around the throat and he lifted her off the ground. He really didn't want to hurt her, but that was definitely uncalled for.
"You should know not to mess with me. I'm sorry but a man has to do what a man has to do, kid." It sort of caught him off guard when she snarled at him,
"I'm not you Bit or your Nibblet. And I told you I'm not a kid." Spike cringed when he remembered what she had been doing when she said that. He jerked his arm and sent her flying into the wall behind her, hearing the satisfying crack of her head against the stone, it was wrong he knew it, but she had beaten the crap out of him. What the hell did she expect?
"Your right kid, you did." Spike walked over to the young woman, she must have been between about twenty-four and twenty-six. She certainly looked nothing like the Buffy; that was for sure. Mind you she did slightly remind him of the other slayer, what was it? Faith, yeah. Faith. But only slightly. All he could think of when he looked at her was, shit, Dawn. Spike could hear her heartbeat from where he was standing; he bent down and sung her into his arm, holding her lithe body tightly against him.
Wind swept through the building as Spike kicked open the door.
"William, must you always do that, I've taught you to use door handles, right?" Wesley spoke from behind him.
"Watch it Watcher, or I'll forget about my soul and have myself a nice little snack. Watcher was always my favourite kind of food, after eating a slayer of course." His eyes swung around to Angel who was leaning on a doorframe, wincing at Spike's particular choice of words. They both knew what he had meant, even if Wesley didn't. Angel tensed, trying to refrain himself from rising to the bait, until he saw the body in Spike arms.
"What happened?" Angel very quickly went to retrieve the figure, but Spike held fast, holding her even more tightly to his body.
"Yes, what on earth are you bringing her back here for? What was it, possession, demon, attack? Supernatural, natural? Your not usual one to bring home the strays Spike." Despite Wesley's condescending snipe at Spike he cared, he cared a lot, and it was evident. He had already retrieved a first aid kit and was hovering to the left of Spike. Spike lay Dawn gently on a couch. Both of the other men took a step backwards as her head dropped and they caught a glimpse of whom it was.
"Wesley? Hey, brit boy. She's going to need something for the cuts." Wesley's head shook and he nodded sullenly, moving towards the girl.
"Yes, of course."
"Dawn?" Angel looked up at Spike, who incredulously lifted his eyebrows.
"My, we're doing well tonight Angelus. Being practising your abc's?" At this Angel's expression changed.
"It's not Angelus, William." He snarled, taking a menacing to step towards the other man.
"No, your right. Angelus had a dress sense, poor, there's no doubt about that, but at least he had one." Amusement was dancing across Spike's features and he turned his back on a fuming Angel to go to a large oak cabinet. From out of it he produced a length of rope and walked back towards Dawn.
"Books and brains, stop leering and…don't put those salts anywhere near her!" The last part was a hurried shout as Wesley's hand quickly shot back, on reflex, making sure the smelling salts were nowhere near her nose.
"I was not leering, Spike." Spike huffed responsively. He reached for Dawn's hands and started winding the rope around her hands.
"What are you doing, Spike?" Angel had walked towards the group now.
"She'll be waking up anytime soon, and when she does, believe me, you'll thank me for the rope." Angel's expression was questioning but distracted as, at that minute, Dawn did indeed wake up. All three men watched in anticipation. Dawn was groggy for a few seconds, until she shook her hair wildly and her eyes searched out her whereabouts. When her eyes settled on Angel and Wesley she jumped up.
"Thank the friggin' dimensions. Wait, how the hell? Why the hell am I he-" She stopped mid sentence when her eyes settled on Spike, and she looked around, her mind whirring a thousand times a second.
"This isn't the hotel. And you're here." The last part was directed at Spike, she turned back to Wesley and Angel, "I don't know who the hell you guys are either, but I can assure you, whatever glamour you've got going, isn't going to protect you from the beating you're about to receive."
"Your threats don't change much, do they Luv? Batter, kill, batter some more…I'm seeing a trend." Spike's unmistakeable voice infiltrated her thoughts. Dawn went to move her arms up, but confusedly realised that they were tied. Instead she jumped and scissor kicked Wesley in the head, spinning mid air to land in a crouch. Angel was standing at the end of a desk. She leaped up and ran to the end. Stopping in front of a heavy candelabra that was standing atop it. Locking her ankles around it, she went up into a hand stand and immediately sprung from her handstand to jab Angel in face with the heavy metal object, letting it drop from between her feet and then following through into a standing position. She had knocked Angel back in a matter of seconds, before he had known what had hit him.
"That is so not easy when you're hands are untied. Care to undo them? Didn't think so." She then stabbed a sharp metal blade into Angel's side. Where the hell had that come from, he wondered. Then he realised. She had picked it up when she had performed the handstand stunt on his desk. Dawn then gracefully turned to face Spike.
"Thought I'd be thanking you for the ropes, Spike? Right now I'm not feeling so grateful." Angel growled at his childe.
"What can I say? You'd be dust right now if she'd had her hands untied. All in the element of surprise."
"So how come you're still standing."
"I'm not surprised." He grinned wolfishly at Angel who groaned pathetically. Dawn was now standing a step away from Spike.
"I thought I warned you about the pet names, Luv." Dawn was pissed, really pissed and all this guy did was smile. She'd wipe that smile right off his perfectly chiselled face.
"That you did."
"Hmmm." Before Dawn had moved, Spike's leg had swept under hers and she fell on her ass. She sprang back up from her back and they circled each other.
"Don't think you're going to do so well without the hands, Pet."
"Done alright so far." Dawn indicated the wounded two sitting behind her. Spike regarded them. Wesley did look in quite a bit of pain but Angel was more than fit to fight. He was just willing to watch Dawn use Spike as workout dummy first. Bastard.
Dawn brought her tied wrists up to under her chin and laced her fingers together. Her elbows were sticking out at he side and unexpectedly she jabbed forward her new and improved fist out towards Spike's face. He ducked and reared back up again. Unfortunately as he did so Dawn had pulled her arms back towards her body upon lack of collision and Spike was caught in between her arms, in the middle of her hands and body. Both gasped as Dawn's hands connected into Spike's neck, the momentum pulling his body into hers, knocking them both over.
Spike landed on top of Dawn and Dawn's leg had hooked around his hip and entwined with the back of his legs when it had been swept up and under her. Her hands were laced around his neck and he moved his head up, making it impossible for her to retrieve her arms and hands, and his body pinned her to the ground making it impossible for her to sit up. He smirked and brought his hands to rest either side of her head.
"Kinda kinky, huh? Remember the last time you were in that position." Dawn's head reared up to head butt him but he laughed as he pulled his own head out of reach. He brought his right arm down so his fingers could trace the lines of her stomach whilst he leant on his left.
"You're going to stop destroying everything you see and sit calmly whilst we explain things. Or am I going to have to knock you out again?" Dawn sank back down to the ground. But her whole body jerked when he let his fingers trace underneath the top of her leather pants. Her chest was heaving and he felt his jeans tighten again, keeping his pelvis well away from hers, to hide that fact. He bent down to nip her ear, smiling as her body tensed at the close proximity of his mouth to her neck. He picked up an almost inaudible whimper and felt her involuntarily roll her hips into his. He suppressed his own groan at this and then she snapped out of it. She slammed her body into the one arm supporting him and he collapsed as she rolled. Instead of getting up and fighting again though, she just laid there, Spike's body half covering hers, catching her breath from the fight.