Ch. 3
The silence of the Summer's home was broken by the sound of the phone ringing. Buffy rolled over in her bed covering her head with her pillow. Willow hurried through the front door dropping her book bag and keys in the nearest chair. She picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes....yes I understand. I will tell her. Thank you. Bye" Willow hung up the phone, and headed up stairs. Buffy groaned as she heard the knocking on her door. "Go away!" Feeling on her night stand she grabbed her alarm clock, and threw it at the door. Willow jumped at the unexpected thud. "Buffy I'm coming in" She warned. "Whatever it is can't it wait until later." Buffy whined. "No! You have to stop doing this. That was Lorraine from Double Meat Palace on the phone. She said not to bother coming in tomorrow, or ever again." Willow sat down on the edge of the bed viewing the mess before her. Buffy let out a loud chuckle, "Hmmm.....Good! Saves me the trouble of deciding not to go." Willow wanted to help. She just wasn't sure how. "Buffy, this isn't healthy. You need help."
Buffy rolled over to her back to look at the person that had the nerve to rip her out of heaven, and suggest she was the one that needed help. "Oh, and I suppose you know what I need Willow!" Buffy spat. "You know what's best for me. Is that right? Just like you knew it was right to resurrect me? Is that it Willow?" Buffy was up in an instant yelling in Willow's face. "What wonderful words of wisdom do you have for me? How would you have me lead my life?"
Her words had hit a nerve. Willow began to tear. "No....no Buffy. It wasn't like that. I thought...I thought you were in a...." "In a hell dimension. Yeah, I got that Willow! What other excuses do you have?" Willow thought for a moment. She didn't think of it as excuses. "Xander!..... Xander brought you back to life. I just thought I would do the same. I couldn't bare to think of you in.... in a place like that!" Willow sniffled, and wiped her nose on the cuff of her sweater. "That was different. I was only dead for like two seconds, and it was mouth to mouth. Not summoning gods!" She turned to look at the red headed witch. "I just wanted to save you.", Willow cried.
Buffy should have felt some remorse for what she was about to do, but none was to be found. With Willow still sobbing, Buffy picked up a small statue her mother had given her. She replied, "Yeah, well you didn't." before hitting Willow over the head. Willow fell face first onto the bed. Tossing the statue next to Willow, Buffy went to take a shower. She had to get ready. She had a previous appointment.
Dawn tried waking Spike for the fourth time. He still wouldn't budge. She was starting to get worried. The sun would be setting soon, and she still didn't have a plan. She had already searched Spike's crypt for items that would be of help in either their escape, or defense. She found a few weapons, and some money. She still hadn't found his keys to the Desoto. Where did he park that thing anyway?
Things were so screwed up. How had she got to this point? Her life was suppose to be simple. It was suppose to be filled with school, homework, and boys. Instead she was preparing to defend her sister's chew toy. She just hope Buffy would decide to leave Spike alone, or that sisterly love would come over her. That's all she could do. Hope and pray. She didn't have a plan. Spike was still unconscious, and she wasn't strong enough to fight her sister. This wasn't looking good. Dawn fell to her knees,beside the sleeping vampire, and prayed to what ever gods or goddesses would listen.
Buffy was half way to the cemetery when a man reached for her arm. She felt as if she should know him, but she didn't know from where. He was older, grey hair dawning his features. His eyes were the darkest green she had ever seen. Buffy stood bewildered, as he spoke to her. "Let him be." His voice was soothing to her tired soul. "He was chosen for the Key. Do not interfere. No good will come of your involvement." None of this made sense. She heard him, understood what he was saying. But what was he was he speaking of? As if the man was reading her mind he answered, "The vampire you seek. That's who. He was chosen for the Key. Your tampering has put this world in grave peril. Do not destroy what is meant to be." As Buffy was standing mouth agape, still struggling for understanding, the man vanished.
Buffy sat down on the grass to gather her thoughts. How could Spike be chosen for Dawn? How could these things be happening? Her head hurt. Her heart hurt. She wished Willow never would have began magic. She wished her mom was still alive, and Angel was still beside her. A voice in her head said if she killed Spike she would gain her redemption. She would get to return to heaven. The powers are wrong she thought. Spike wasn't chosen for her sister. She picked herself up, and continued on course, humming a sad tune.
"Damn it Spike! Wake up! She'll be here any minute. We have to get out of here!" Dawn had resorted to slapping his face. It had pained her to do it, but she was down to her last straw. Spike began to stir. "Yes, that's it. Wake up! We have to get out of here!" Spike could hear the urgency in Dawn's voice after he felt a sharp sting on his face. He tried to open his eyes. They just wouldn't cooperate. "Bit?" His throat was dry. What had happened? He was stiff and sore. He managed to prop himself up against the wall behind him. Finally his swollen eyes began to open some. He focused in on Dawn's face as she hurriedly tried to dress him. "Stand up Spike. I can't get your jeans on with you setting." With her help he was able to stand, but why was she dressing him? Things were still so foggy. The look on her face told him that whatever was going on was important. "She'll be here soon!" Dawn was frantic. Spike looked at her puzzled. "Who will be here soon?"
Realization hit him all at once as the door to the crypt swung open. He looked at Dawn mirroring her feared expression. But his fear was for her. Buffy stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Ready to play lover boy?" He remembered everything now. His and Buffy's go at it last night. Dawn finding him this morning, and how he was supposed to get her out of there. Oh shit! How was he going to get them out of this? He could barely move. He could hardly see. How was he supposed to fight the Slayer?
"Oh, I see little Dawnie here has been taking care of you. You probably think what I've been doing is wrong too. Don't you Dawnie?" Buffy was in front of Dawn now playing with the ends of her hair. It use to be a loving gesture Dawn thought. "Do you want to fix me too, Dawnie?" Buffy chided. It took so much of Dawn's strength to say her next words, "I don't care if you are broken, but I'm not letting you hurt Spike anymore." Dawn instinctively positioned herself between Spike and Buffy. Buffy eyed the two with suspicion. "Why don't you let Spike decide whether, or not he wants me to hurt him." Spike followed Buffy's tongue as it made it's way around her lips. He couldn't lie. He wanted her again. He was subconsciously moving forward when he felt a sharp throb in the top of his foot.
Dawn had felt him swaying, and jammed her heal into him. He damn near bit a hole in his lip trying to keep his mouth shut. He leaned down, and whispered in Dawn's ear. "I'll distract her, you get your ass out of here." He suddenly regretted his words when he saw the look in Dawn's eyes He had forgotten how determined she could be. Ok, right. So she wasn't going to run. Think of something Spike! He told himself. Buffy moved closer to him disregarding Dawn all together. "So Spike would you like to have a little fun?" She slid her finger down his bare chest just stopping above his belt. He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to, but it would hurt Dawn.
"Not this time Slayer." He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it behind her back. Her head was tilted, and her neck exposed. Her veins were calling for him. Calling for him to end her existence. He would do it, but he didn't want to hurt Dawn. He felt Dawn's eyes on him. She knew what he was thinking. He found her eyes, and focused on his next move. "Get my coat Bit, and my keys." He motioned her to where his coat was draped over his chair. "But the keys Spike....I couldn't find them?" She picked up his jacket, and felt in the pockets again. "Down stairs under the bed there is a box. They're in there." He watched her as she disappeared down below.
He turned Buffy to face him. He knew it was a fool move, but he had to taste her. He craved to taste her one last time. She pressed herself against him. Before he knew it they were on the ground kissing. Buffy broke away, doubled her fist, and began to beat on what was left of his face. Dawn hurriedly looked through the mess under Spike's bed. "Got it!" She yelled. She fished through the junk until she found the keys, and made her way up the ladder. "Spike I found......." She trailed off as she saw her sister brutally beating Spike. He was already hurt, and Buffy didn't care. She continued to pound on him through Dawn's screaming. "Get off of him! Get off of him!" Dawn had a hold of her sister's shoulder trying to pull her off. Blood from every impact with Spike's face splattering on the three of them. Dawn summoned all her strength,hurt, and anger. Her eyes glowed green as she lifted Buffy off of Spike, and threw her against the wall. The impact knocked Buffy unconscious. Spike mumbled, "Where did that come from?" "No time to talk now. Where's the car?" Dawn hoisted him up, and grabbed his jacket.
With Dawn supporting most of his weight Spike wobbled outside, and pointed to the wooded area behind his crypt. He was heavy, and she was drained from her little stunt. Did she really do that? She wanted to laugh a little thrilled with herself. They had to get out of there before Buffy came to. She'd think about the rest later. Finally a few feet into the brush was Spike's car. She shoved him in the back, and got behind the wheel. No time like the present to learn to drive she though, as she put the car in reverse, and hauled ass out of there.
Author's Note: This chapter was a pain in the butt! I know it might be a bit choppy, but I have no one to proof read for me. All my friends that have access to computer's are illiterate. Not sure what that says about me. Lol.... Anyway, so if anyone out there would like to proof read for me hear my plea. Lol. Thank you all that reviewed. Keep them coming. It does help!
The silence of the Summer's home was broken by the sound of the phone ringing. Buffy rolled over in her bed covering her head with her pillow. Willow hurried through the front door dropping her book bag and keys in the nearest chair. She picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes....yes I understand. I will tell her. Thank you. Bye" Willow hung up the phone, and headed up stairs. Buffy groaned as she heard the knocking on her door. "Go away!" Feeling on her night stand she grabbed her alarm clock, and threw it at the door. Willow jumped at the unexpected thud. "Buffy I'm coming in" She warned. "Whatever it is can't it wait until later." Buffy whined. "No! You have to stop doing this. That was Lorraine from Double Meat Palace on the phone. She said not to bother coming in tomorrow, or ever again." Willow sat down on the edge of the bed viewing the mess before her. Buffy let out a loud chuckle, "Hmmm.....Good! Saves me the trouble of deciding not to go." Willow wanted to help. She just wasn't sure how. "Buffy, this isn't healthy. You need help."
Buffy rolled over to her back to look at the person that had the nerve to rip her out of heaven, and suggest she was the one that needed help. "Oh, and I suppose you know what I need Willow!" Buffy spat. "You know what's best for me. Is that right? Just like you knew it was right to resurrect me? Is that it Willow?" Buffy was up in an instant yelling in Willow's face. "What wonderful words of wisdom do you have for me? How would you have me lead my life?"
Her words had hit a nerve. Willow began to tear. "No....no Buffy. It wasn't like that. I thought...I thought you were in a...." "In a hell dimension. Yeah, I got that Willow! What other excuses do you have?" Willow thought for a moment. She didn't think of it as excuses. "Xander!..... Xander brought you back to life. I just thought I would do the same. I couldn't bare to think of you in.... in a place like that!" Willow sniffled, and wiped her nose on the cuff of her sweater. "That was different. I was only dead for like two seconds, and it was mouth to mouth. Not summoning gods!" She turned to look at the red headed witch. "I just wanted to save you.", Willow cried.
Buffy should have felt some remorse for what she was about to do, but none was to be found. With Willow still sobbing, Buffy picked up a small statue her mother had given her. She replied, "Yeah, well you didn't." before hitting Willow over the head. Willow fell face first onto the bed. Tossing the statue next to Willow, Buffy went to take a shower. She had to get ready. She had a previous appointment.
Dawn tried waking Spike for the fourth time. He still wouldn't budge. She was starting to get worried. The sun would be setting soon, and she still didn't have a plan. She had already searched Spike's crypt for items that would be of help in either their escape, or defense. She found a few weapons, and some money. She still hadn't found his keys to the Desoto. Where did he park that thing anyway?
Things were so screwed up. How had she got to this point? Her life was suppose to be simple. It was suppose to be filled with school, homework, and boys. Instead she was preparing to defend her sister's chew toy. She just hope Buffy would decide to leave Spike alone, or that sisterly love would come over her. That's all she could do. Hope and pray. She didn't have a plan. Spike was still unconscious, and she wasn't strong enough to fight her sister. This wasn't looking good. Dawn fell to her knees,beside the sleeping vampire, and prayed to what ever gods or goddesses would listen.
Buffy was half way to the cemetery when a man reached for her arm. She felt as if she should know him, but she didn't know from where. He was older, grey hair dawning his features. His eyes were the darkest green she had ever seen. Buffy stood bewildered, as he spoke to her. "Let him be." His voice was soothing to her tired soul. "He was chosen for the Key. Do not interfere. No good will come of your involvement." None of this made sense. She heard him, understood what he was saying. But what was he was he speaking of? As if the man was reading her mind he answered, "The vampire you seek. That's who. He was chosen for the Key. Your tampering has put this world in grave peril. Do not destroy what is meant to be." As Buffy was standing mouth agape, still struggling for understanding, the man vanished.
Buffy sat down on the grass to gather her thoughts. How could Spike be chosen for Dawn? How could these things be happening? Her head hurt. Her heart hurt. She wished Willow never would have began magic. She wished her mom was still alive, and Angel was still beside her. A voice in her head said if she killed Spike she would gain her redemption. She would get to return to heaven. The powers are wrong she thought. Spike wasn't chosen for her sister. She picked herself up, and continued on course, humming a sad tune.
"Damn it Spike! Wake up! She'll be here any minute. We have to get out of here!" Dawn had resorted to slapping his face. It had pained her to do it, but she was down to her last straw. Spike began to stir. "Yes, that's it. Wake up! We have to get out of here!" Spike could hear the urgency in Dawn's voice after he felt a sharp sting on his face. He tried to open his eyes. They just wouldn't cooperate. "Bit?" His throat was dry. What had happened? He was stiff and sore. He managed to prop himself up against the wall behind him. Finally his swollen eyes began to open some. He focused in on Dawn's face as she hurriedly tried to dress him. "Stand up Spike. I can't get your jeans on with you setting." With her help he was able to stand, but why was she dressing him? Things were still so foggy. The look on her face told him that whatever was going on was important. "She'll be here soon!" Dawn was frantic. Spike looked at her puzzled. "Who will be here soon?"
Realization hit him all at once as the door to the crypt swung open. He looked at Dawn mirroring her feared expression. But his fear was for her. Buffy stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Ready to play lover boy?" He remembered everything now. His and Buffy's go at it last night. Dawn finding him this morning, and how he was supposed to get her out of there. Oh shit! How was he going to get them out of this? He could barely move. He could hardly see. How was he supposed to fight the Slayer?
"Oh, I see little Dawnie here has been taking care of you. You probably think what I've been doing is wrong too. Don't you Dawnie?" Buffy was in front of Dawn now playing with the ends of her hair. It use to be a loving gesture Dawn thought. "Do you want to fix me too, Dawnie?" Buffy chided. It took so much of Dawn's strength to say her next words, "I don't care if you are broken, but I'm not letting you hurt Spike anymore." Dawn instinctively positioned herself between Spike and Buffy. Buffy eyed the two with suspicion. "Why don't you let Spike decide whether, or not he wants me to hurt him." Spike followed Buffy's tongue as it made it's way around her lips. He couldn't lie. He wanted her again. He was subconsciously moving forward when he felt a sharp throb in the top of his foot.
Dawn had felt him swaying, and jammed her heal into him. He damn near bit a hole in his lip trying to keep his mouth shut. He leaned down, and whispered in Dawn's ear. "I'll distract her, you get your ass out of here." He suddenly regretted his words when he saw the look in Dawn's eyes He had forgotten how determined she could be. Ok, right. So she wasn't going to run. Think of something Spike! He told himself. Buffy moved closer to him disregarding Dawn all together. "So Spike would you like to have a little fun?" She slid her finger down his bare chest just stopping above his belt. He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to, but it would hurt Dawn.
"Not this time Slayer." He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it behind her back. Her head was tilted, and her neck exposed. Her veins were calling for him. Calling for him to end her existence. He would do it, but he didn't want to hurt Dawn. He felt Dawn's eyes on him. She knew what he was thinking. He found her eyes, and focused on his next move. "Get my coat Bit, and my keys." He motioned her to where his coat was draped over his chair. "But the keys Spike....I couldn't find them?" She picked up his jacket, and felt in the pockets again. "Down stairs under the bed there is a box. They're in there." He watched her as she disappeared down below.
He turned Buffy to face him. He knew it was a fool move, but he had to taste her. He craved to taste her one last time. She pressed herself against him. Before he knew it they were on the ground kissing. Buffy broke away, doubled her fist, and began to beat on what was left of his face. Dawn hurriedly looked through the mess under Spike's bed. "Got it!" She yelled. She fished through the junk until she found the keys, and made her way up the ladder. "Spike I found......." She trailed off as she saw her sister brutally beating Spike. He was already hurt, and Buffy didn't care. She continued to pound on him through Dawn's screaming. "Get off of him! Get off of him!" Dawn had a hold of her sister's shoulder trying to pull her off. Blood from every impact with Spike's face splattering on the three of them. Dawn summoned all her strength,hurt, and anger. Her eyes glowed green as she lifted Buffy off of Spike, and threw her against the wall. The impact knocked Buffy unconscious. Spike mumbled, "Where did that come from?" "No time to talk now. Where's the car?" Dawn hoisted him up, and grabbed his jacket.
With Dawn supporting most of his weight Spike wobbled outside, and pointed to the wooded area behind his crypt. He was heavy, and she was drained from her little stunt. Did she really do that? She wanted to laugh a little thrilled with herself. They had to get out of there before Buffy came to. She'd think about the rest later. Finally a few feet into the brush was Spike's car. She shoved him in the back, and got behind the wheel. No time like the present to learn to drive she though, as she put the car in reverse, and hauled ass out of there.
Author's Note: This chapter was a pain in the butt! I know it might be a bit choppy, but I have no one to proof read for me. All my friends that have access to computer's are illiterate. Not sure what that says about me. Lol.... Anyway, so if anyone out there would like to proof read for me hear my plea. Lol. Thank you all that reviewed. Keep them coming. It does help!