Kidnapped! : Chapter 3: The Meeting
The Mansion
"So, Spike, did you enjoy yourself?" Darla asked snidely.
"As a matter of fact I did," Spike replied truthfully.
Darla quizzically raised her eyebrows.
"Don't hurt yourself, luv," Spike sniggered.
"Spike, when I went out tonight the stars were whispering the silliest things...." Drusilla said languidly.
"Like what, Ducks?" Spike asked as he came up behind her and held her body close to him.
"They said you were being naughty...." Dru replied in her own little world.
"I would never do that to you, Ducks. You know that," Spike reassured her.
"You're too good to me, Spike," Dru cast a sober look at him. For those of you who don't know, this is very rare.
"Enough of this nonsense! Has she awakened yet?" the Master asked impatiently.
"No, not even a stir," Spike lied smoothly.
"How much potion did you give her?" the Master asked angrily.
"Angelus told me to use the whole vial," Spike explained silkily.
"What?! That would make any other teenager sleep for a year. But.... Since she's the Slayer she'll be out for a week!" the Master fumed.
"I'm sure Angelus, knowing what we needed her for, would never intentionally give..." Darla tried to reassure her Sire.
"No, of course not," the Master interrupted.
"What's going on?" Angelus suddenly appeared.
"Speak of the Devil," Spike smirked leaving Dru's side.
"Angelus, my right hand, did you purposefully give the girl too much potion?" the Master asked as if he had caught a child with his hand in the cookie jar.
"No!" Angelus denied quickly.
"Well, then that's settled," the Master closed the subject. "In other plans, Darla, you're absolutely sure the rest of the Slayer's circle are too busy worrying about her to suspect something?"
"Positive," Darla purred richly.
"Excellent," the Master, for once sounded pleased instead of pissed.
Suddenly Buffy groaned as if she was just waking up from a very long nap. Immediately everyone's heads turned toward Spike's room. There was a long awkward silence after which everyone questioned whether she had heard anything they had said. Finally, Angelus broke the silence, "Well, Spikey boy, it looks like your new companion needs you, so why don't you go to her like a good host should?"
"Oh, really, I thought that was your job, considering the fact that she was-is- your girl," Spike shot back; he didn't plan on taking any of Angelus's crap anymore.
Angelus was furious! He growled menacingly at Spike, "My soul and her were never a couple and you forget it was my filthy irksome soul that ever did anything!"
"Oh, so your soul had a little fun, did it? What did it do with the girl? Hug her? Love her? Hold her hand?" Spike teased being careful to stay out of arm's reach.
"It's so disgusting I can't even say it!" Angelus burst out.
Spike began making obscene faces at his Sire.
"Spike. Quit troubling about something that does not concern you. Angel does not need this added insult to the fact that his soul had been in any loving way close to the Slayer. So stop weighing him down with insults about things you have no understanding of, for you never know. You may have done something worse than he," Darla reprimanded her great-grandson in her forever silky voice.
Spike, however, ignore her completely, "What did it do? That soul of yours? Did it sleep in the same bed as her? Did it think about her all the time?"
Angelus glared angrily at his grandchilde.
"Enough of this foolishness! Spike! Go check on the girl!" the Master roared.
Spike rolled his eyes as he left the room.
Buffy slowly, cautiously got up from the bed immediately after Angelus had left the room. She stole quietly toward the window, planning on a quick escape. She faked a groan so they would think she was still there. Suddenly before she could leave fragments from the conversation beyond the door reached her ears. She could hear the Master yelling, Dru murmuring, Darla defending someone who was most likely was Angelus, and the loudest of all was Spike and Angelus arguing and growling at each other. As soon as she heard the sound of someone's approaching feet, she decided it was time to high tale it on home and get her mom to a hospital.
Spike walked into his room to find it empty. Damn. I'm in trouble, he thought to himself.
Buffy ran into her kitchen, looking around frantically for her mother. In her search, she found a recorded message on the answering machine. She pushed the button only to hear Giles's voice explain her mother's absence. Willow had come by right after she had been taken, finding an empty house save for her limp mother and two doors left ajar. She had immediately called an ambulance and Joyce Summers was alive and well in Sunnydale hospital though of course very shaken and confused. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. Her mom was okay. Now my newest problem: 5 evil vampires and in particular my little 'thing' whatever it was with a certain blonde bad ass vampire.