Nobody's Perfect
Jessica Charlotte
Chapter Eight
Buffy's eyes drifted open groggily. Her wrists were in manacles that attached to
the ceiling above her, her ankles chained together and to the ground. Her head felt like
someone smacked it with a hammer, or at least something as heavy as a hammer. She
tested her restraints, but sighed in defeat when she realized that they weren't going to
budge. Looking around, she realized that she was in a cave, much like the ones that
could be found on the outskirts of Sunnydale. Her muscles tensed up in fear as she heard
footsteps growing closer with each second. Looking towards the cave opening, she saw
Willow enter. Sweet, innocent looking Willow. In a pink pastel, knee- length skirt with
matching tights, a baggy light blue sweater with big colorful flowers on it, and plain
white tennis shoes. Her long red hair was down and smooth, looking every bit like a
shampoo commercial.
She walked up to where Buffy was standing. "Hi, Buffy!" she said cheerfully, not
noticing that Buffy was chained. "How was your weekend?"
The location changed to the high school, now she was chained against a row of
lockers. A lock to one of them was digging into her back. Students were milling around,
greeting each other and going to their classes. Xander walked up to them, his hands in
the front pockets of his pants. "So, what's the what guys?"
Again, Buffy yanked on her restraints, to no avail. "Guys, you have to get out of
here. Something bad is happening, find Giles!"
Giles came up, dressed in torn jeans and a plain white tee shirt. "Why would they
need to find me, Buffy? I'm right here." He pulled out a wicked looking knife. That
was slightly on the dull side.
While her friends looked on cheerfully, Giles slammed the blade into her
stomach. In horror, Buffy glanced around, looking at Xander, who rocked from his toes
to his heels in glee, and Willow, who ecstatically gave her the thumbs up.
"Giles," Willow started uncertainly, "Do you think I could help?"
Giles shrugged, "Sure, I need a bloody smoke anyway." He stepped back and
handed Willow the knife.
Buffy tried not to feel, tried to focus on other things, like why the halls were
slowly emptying of students, and why Xander had walked up to her, screaming at her to
wake up. She felt his palm connect with her cheek, and she closed her eyes to escape.
When she opened them again, she was in Giles' bathtub, her wrists still manacled,
dried tear tracks streaked across her face, and her cheek stung slightly. Most importantly,
Xander was standing above her, his face unreadable. Cowering, she whimpered, and
tried to press herself as far down as she could in the bathtub. She squeezed her eyes shut,
and held her breath, barely acknowledging the sound of another enter the room, and an
argument.
Once it was quiet, she felt a hand petting her hair. "Oh, luv. I'm so sorry."
She looked up at Spike fearfully. She winced before looking down at her wrists.
He followed her stare, and forced himself to swallow the lump that formed in his throat at
the sight of her raw and chafed wrists.
He looked at her seriously, "If I unchain you, are you going to run away from
me?"
She returned his penetrating stare. "Not from you, never from you."
"Alright then."
Jessica Charlotte
Chapter Eight
Buffy's eyes drifted open groggily. Her wrists were in manacles that attached to
the ceiling above her, her ankles chained together and to the ground. Her head felt like
someone smacked it with a hammer, or at least something as heavy as a hammer. She
tested her restraints, but sighed in defeat when she realized that they weren't going to
budge. Looking around, she realized that she was in a cave, much like the ones that
could be found on the outskirts of Sunnydale. Her muscles tensed up in fear as she heard
footsteps growing closer with each second. Looking towards the cave opening, she saw
Willow enter. Sweet, innocent looking Willow. In a pink pastel, knee- length skirt with
matching tights, a baggy light blue sweater with big colorful flowers on it, and plain
white tennis shoes. Her long red hair was down and smooth, looking every bit like a
shampoo commercial.
She walked up to where Buffy was standing. "Hi, Buffy!" she said cheerfully, not
noticing that Buffy was chained. "How was your weekend?"
The location changed to the high school, now she was chained against a row of
lockers. A lock to one of them was digging into her back. Students were milling around,
greeting each other and going to their classes. Xander walked up to them, his hands in
the front pockets of his pants. "So, what's the what guys?"
Again, Buffy yanked on her restraints, to no avail. "Guys, you have to get out of
here. Something bad is happening, find Giles!"
Giles came up, dressed in torn jeans and a plain white tee shirt. "Why would they
need to find me, Buffy? I'm right here." He pulled out a wicked looking knife. That
was slightly on the dull side.
While her friends looked on cheerfully, Giles slammed the blade into her
stomach. In horror, Buffy glanced around, looking at Xander, who rocked from his toes
to his heels in glee, and Willow, who ecstatically gave her the thumbs up.
"Giles," Willow started uncertainly, "Do you think I could help?"
Giles shrugged, "Sure, I need a bloody smoke anyway." He stepped back and
handed Willow the knife.
Buffy tried not to feel, tried to focus on other things, like why the halls were
slowly emptying of students, and why Xander had walked up to her, screaming at her to
wake up. She felt his palm connect with her cheek, and she closed her eyes to escape.
When she opened them again, she was in Giles' bathtub, her wrists still manacled,
dried tear tracks streaked across her face, and her cheek stung slightly. Most importantly,
Xander was standing above her, his face unreadable. Cowering, she whimpered, and
tried to press herself as far down as she could in the bathtub. She squeezed her eyes shut,
and held her breath, barely acknowledging the sound of another enter the room, and an
argument.
Once it was quiet, she felt a hand petting her hair. "Oh, luv. I'm so sorry."
She looked up at Spike fearfully. She winced before looking down at her wrists.
He followed her stare, and forced himself to swallow the lump that formed in his throat at
the sight of her raw and chafed wrists.
He looked at her seriously, "If I unchain you, are you going to run away from
me?"
She returned his penetrating stare. "Not from you, never from you."
"Alright then."