REPRECUSSIONS
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CHAPTER 14-COMINGS AND GOINGS…
"Uh Spike," Buffy whispered softly with a nervous look of uncertainty on her face as she traced hearts with her index finger over Spike's lifeless heart.
"Yeah pet," Spike softly whispered back with a content smile on his face as he pulled Buffy a bit closer and gently ran his thumb along Buffy's upper stomach, just below her bottom rib.
"Not to sound ungrateful or anything, because that was…great…but we need to get back to looking for the others…besides, I think I'm laying on my belt buckle," Buffy replied with at first a bit of hesitation in her voice before a smile of pure ecstasy crossed briefly across her face, followed up by an uncomfortable pout.
"Sorry," Spike apologized with a sincere smile on his face as he let go of Buffy and she sat up and slid her belt out from underneath her right thigh, scowling at the slightly red indentation mark left behind.
"Forget about it, you're not responsible for the actions of inanimate objects…at least not unless you've gained some power on top of being able to…," Buffy started to reply with a deep in thought pout on her face, one that slipped into an aroused smirk for a few short seconds and then she stopped and frantically began to look around with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong, what are you looking for," Spike asked with a concerned edge to his voice as he propped himself up by his elbows and cocked his head slightly to one side.
"My bra…," Buffy quickly shot back with a nervous look on her face as she turned over and got up to her hands and knees as she pushed aside a broken chair in her efforts to find her missing piece of lingerie.
"What do you need that for…looks better on the floor than on you anyway…," Spike joked with a very enticing addition to his voice that made it hard for Buffy to concentrate on the task at hand. To combat her desires Buffy crawled away from Spike and decided to look over near the window.
"I'm serious Spike, I just hope that it's still in one piece after you…," Buffy started to reply with a half hearted glare of anger back at Spike before a thrilled shiver pranced through her central nervous system as Spike snuck up beside her and began to trace a trail of kisses starting with her right shoulder blade before moving up her back and finally to the nape of her neck. Buffy had to cobble together all of her willpower to force her eyes back to their normal pattern of blinking before it all came undone. "Fuck," Buffy cursed angrily with a very unhappy grimace on her face.
"That's the spirit pet…you're even starting to sound like me, must say that…," Spike added with a playful lick of the back of Buffy's right ear before she reached out and took a hold of his right arm, squeezing tightly enough to leave Spike with little doubt that playtime was over. "What is it," Spike ask now with a stone cold look of seriousness on his face as he stopped kissing Buffy's neck and cupped her face with one hand and turned it slightly so that he was looking her in the eye.
"Willow and the others just got trumped as our biggest problem…look," Buffy replied with a frustrated and skittish look on her face as she turned her head back to the window and pointed down at the parking lot below.
"Bloody hell…can't we ever get away from that guy, he's worse than…," Spike exclaimed with a very unhappy sneer on his face before he rolled over and grabbed his jeans off of the leg of a slightly burnt table.
"We'd better go tell Angel, he's not going to like this…the Initiative is all that we need right now," Buffy groaned with a woe is me look on her face as she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and shook her head.
"How did you know where to find us," Xander asked with a grateful but still wary slant to his voice as he grabbed the hum-vee's door to keep himself from being flung across the back of the vehicle and smashing into anyone.
"We scanned the building for heat signatures, you four were the only ones to come up with normal ninety eight point six temps, so we entered and luckily for you found the right room in time," Sam replied with a nervous sigh as she checked her watch and glanced back out of the window. After their rescue from the school Sam and the other Initiative soldiers had quickly hurried Xander, Anya, and Kennedy out into the night, not telling them where they were going.
"Not in time for poor Rhona," Anya joked with a very sad smile on her face as she glanced ahead at the hum-vee in front of them, the one with a body bag containing the dead slayers body firmly tied down in back.
"Unfortunately no…but tell me, what were those things, I've never seen anything like them before, and who was that preacher, he sure didn't look like the Sunday morning orator to me," Sam stated sadly at first before she turned away from Anya and looked back to Xander, singling him out to be the leader of the trio in her eyes.
"Don't know about preacher man, but those things were what we've affectionately begun to refer to as ubervamps, long story short is that they're pure vampires, no humanity in them, at least that's what Giles said…," Xander replied with a nervous and somewhat worried look on his face as he leaned back in his seat and laid his hand softly on Anya's shoulder while Kennedy sat next to Sam, curled up onto the seat with her injured nose covered up by both hands and a sad and somber look on her face as she stared out of the dirty window.
"Then we have a very big problem, units have spotted these…ubervamps, all over the city, unfortunately for us in groups, sometimes as many as fifteen to twenty," Sam stated with a very matter of fact look of concern on her face as she shook her head, not wanting to see the stares of shock and fear on the other faces around her.
"Where are you taking me," Kelli exclaimed with an indignant scowl on her face as one of the guards behind her prodded her forward with the tip of his gun.
"Where else, to find your friends," Riley replied with a carefree smirk on his face, one that got a mean glare from Kelli, before he stopped momentarily to lean through an open doorway and peer around inside.
"And then what, use me as a human shield…," Kelli started to shout with an angry expression on her face before both of the guards behind her grinned in amusement.
"That's the plan," One of the guards stated with an excited tone to his voice as it was easy to see that he was looking forward to the confrontation that was inevitably on the horizon.
"We're going to use as whatever we need until we find out what's going on here," Riley added with only a slightly nervous wink Kelli's way before Kelli leaned down a bit and pushed open a door with her shoulder.
"You didn't believe me when I tried to explain things, what makes them so," Kelli asked with a concerned look on her face as she nervously scanned the hallway, looking for any means of escape.
"You'll see…now move," Riley responded with an impatient scowl on his face before he poked Kelli in the shoulder with the tip of his gun, almost causing her to stumble from the force of the impact.
"Sir," The foremost Wolfram and Hart soldier into the building shouted with a nervous look on his face as he snapped to attention and averted his eyes from the scene in front of him. Wesley and Faith were still completely clothed but with one of Wesley's hands steadily moving up Faith's back under her shirt and one of her hands in a similar position it took the two a moment before realizing that there was someone else in the vicinity. As if they had been shocked the two quickly jumped apart and were glad to only see one soldier staring oddly at them.
"Yes…," Wesley spat out, his face flushed deep red with embarrassment, as he desperately tried to collect himself while Faith looked away and adjusted her shirt.
"The convoy is ready outside, awaiting your orders," The soldier said with a salute aimed at Wesley before he cocked an eyebrow and his stare briefly turned towards Faith.
"Secure the building and then set up base camp, this is going to be our headquarters for the net few...," Wesley started to reply with a forced look of calm on his face as he walked toward the solder before he noticed that the soldier was still glancing over at Faith.
"And…what about her…sir," The soldier asked with a nervous expression on his face as he nodded his head towards Faith, with Wesley following his stare.
"Yeah…what about her, I mean me," Faith asked with a nervous edge to her voice that she hid well beneath an angry scowl and crossed arms.
"Take her to the military outfitter that we passed a few blocks back and let her have whatever she wants…whatever she wants, and then bring her back here and I'll take it from there, understand," Wesley added with a very serious and assertive tone to his voice as he glared down at the soldier.
"Yes sir…," The soldier stuttered in reply with a slightly scared look in his eyes before he escorted Faith out of the parking garage, but not before Faith could send and innuendo filled wink Wesley's way.
"You two seem to be getting along pretty well," Lilah purred with a daring smirk on her face as she walked out of the shadows behind Wesley.
"Lilah…what are you," Wesley exclaimed loudly at first at the shock of seeing his former lover somewhere other than the offices of Wolfram and Hart.
"Thought I'd take a walk…," Lilah joked back with an impish grin on her face, one that for a time Wesley had come to love, as she walked past Wesley to stare off into the distance at the doorway that Faith had walked out of only moments before.
"Quit playing games Lilah, what are you really doing here," Wesley growled out his question with an unhappy scowl on his face as he walked forward and made Lilah look at him.
"Keeping track of you Wes, I am your liaison with the senior partners after all," Lilah replied with a calm expression on her face as she stared right back at Wesley, almost daring him to find fault in her words.
"Senior Partners, what do they care about what's going on here in Sunnydale," Wesley asked with an impatient growl as he let go of Lilah and turned away, fighting the temptation to go for his guns.
"Does the word apocalypse ring any bells in that handsome head of yours Wesley, the senior partners don't want this apocalypse to be successful any more than you or Angel do," Lilah continued with an almost proud smile on her face as she turned away slightly and looked around the parking garage.
"Only because they don't want this apocalypse to underscore the one that they've been planning since almost the beginning of time…," Wesley spat back out at Lilah with an angry sneer on his face as he worked through his anger and laid the thumb of his right hand on the snap that held one of his guns in place.
"That'd be the one alright…see it's not so…," Lilah began to joke back with an excited smile on her face before her words were drowned out by the sound of gunfire outside.
"What was that…," Willow exclaimed with a fair amount of fear and worry in her voice as she looked up from her place by the circle that she had been making to cast the spell.
"S…sounded like," Dawn stammered out with an even more scared look on her face than she had possessed only moments earlier as she slowly crept out of the corner.
"Gunfire…and lots of it," Robin interjected with a very serious scowl on his face as he entered the room, leaving a heavily panting Andrew to give Willow and Dawn a half wave as he entered.
"Gunfire…but who, we didn't have any guns…," Willow questioned with a confused and worried look on her face as she stood up and turned to Robin.
"I don't know Willow, but on top of that we seem to have lost Kelli somewhere along the way," Robin replied with an unhappy look on his face as he looked first to Willow and then down at Dawn.
"Kelli…," Dawn mumbled with a somber pout on her face as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"She was right behind us…but then she was just…gone," Andrew stammered out in between deep breaths as the guilt in his voice was nearly palpable.
"We looked for her but couldn't find any trace of her…but it wasn't a total loss, we did find some recently used bandages in one of the trauma rooms, someone had been there…someone that was bleeding," Robin added with a serious expression on his face as he left Willow's side and went to the other set of doors in the room and looked through the small window.
"Faith…," Willow breathed out softly with a shocked and somewhat surprised look on her face as she stood up and turned back to Robin.
"It's probably a good bet that it was her…but from what I saw she didn't leave under her own power…she had help," Robin stated with a very grim look on his face as he walked back into the room, not noticing when his right shoe damaged the circle that Willow had been making on the floor.
"Angel…," Dawn answered with a very fearful look of worry on her face before she scrambled back into the corner that she had only recently come out of and let the tears flow once more.
"Damn…where are they…," Angel grumbled with an angry and nervous look on his face as he pushed open a set of double doors and pressed on into a new room. During his search he had only found small traces of the presence of others in the hospital and an odd smell here and there. After quickly searching this new room Angel was about to press on when a voice stopped him.
"Angel…," Lorne shouted with a pensive and somewhat scared look on his face as he shuffled through a long and dark hallway.
"Lorne…what, Lorne," Angel mumbled with a confused and surprised look on his face before he rushed out of the room and into the hallway, finally having to yell out the empath demon's name to get his attention.
"Whoa don't hurt me…oh Angelcakes, it's you," Lorne exclaimed loudly as he nearly came unglued before he calmed down and sent a light glare Angel's way.
"Yes it's me, what do you want Lorne," Angel asked with an unhappy scowl on his face as he tried his best to keep his temper in check knowing how fickle Lorne could be when pressured.
"Would it kill ya to be a bit nicer when sneaking up on people…ah forget it, anyway the convoy's in the parking lot awaiting your orders," Lorne asked at first with a slight shrug of his shoulders before he waved off his initial idea and relayed the information about the convoy.
"Good…get them set up in the parking garage for right now, I want this entire hospital searched…top to bottom, then they can get to work setting up a perimeter, the last thing that we need right now is for something to go wrong…," Angel replied with a commanding tone to his voice as he paced around the hallway before he and Lorne were forced to the floor as gunfire filled the hallway.
"Come on Spike let's…wait," Buffy started to argue with an impatient scowl on her face before she got a peek of what was around the corner and swiftly pressed herself back up against the wall and forced Spike to do the same.
"What is it," Spike whispered harshly with a very serious look on his face before Buffy turned back to him and held her right index finger in front of her mouth in the universal gesture to shut up. Seconds later Spike got all of the information that he required when the sound of military boots coupled with the smell of gun oil nervous humanity hit him. Without making a noise Spike mouthed the word Initiative to Buffy, to which she nodded her head slowly before reaching for the scythe strapped to her back. Wanting to have the advantage Spike crept around to kneel down directly in front of Buffy, planning to leap out at the two Initiative soldiers, seeing that both were carrying obviously live weapons and last time he checked Buffy would die if she got shot and he wouldn't. Buffy seemingly sensed his intentions and gently touched him on the shoulder before smiling softly at him. Buffy held her breath and made a silent prayer to a God that she wasn't even sure that she believed in as Spike leapt out from around the corner and pounced on the two soldiers. Buffy bit her lip when she heard the sound of the gunfire exploding through the hallway and Spike's growls of pain. With a hopeful look on her face Buffy hefted the scythe and rushed around the corner, prepared for anything.
The knuckles that rapped upon the door on Revello Drive were richly covered in blood, some of it human. He had come into this fight rather late and feverishly begged and pleaded with his inner demons that he was not to late to affect the outcome. Beside him stood a man that seemed at an eerie ease with the death and destruction that surrounded them both. The young man had run across this odd man when he visited a club that he had only heard about, the Bronze. The two had almost come to blows before a truce was forged once the older man learned of the name of the younger man's father. After that the younger man had been astonished that the older man knew where to find the home of the angel that his father had spoken of so eloquently and lovingly to him as a baby.
"Don't answer the door…it could be vampires," Vi exclaimed with a very nervous and scared look on her face as she cringed down in her seat and looked away.
"Vampires don't use doors Vi…and unless they're invited in by someone that lives here they cannot enter so you're perfectly safe," Giles said softly as he tried his best to reassure the petrified potential before slowly turning the knob and opening the door.
"Hey Giles…long time no see, I see you're having another apocalypse…guess that means that the welcome home party's out of the question…," Oz stated with a warm smirk on his face before he patted Giles on the shoulder and walked into the house, his smile only widening at the site of the odd looks that he was getting from the scared potentials.
"Oz…what are you, wait a minute whoever you are, you can't just," Giles started to warmly greet Oz back before the young man started to walk through the doorway.
"It's okay Giles…he's a friend, but you're probably not going to believe who his father is…," Oz interjected with a concerned look on his face as he lightly scratched the inside of his left palm and waited for the inevitable.
"Who his father is…who is his father," Giles asked with an impatient expression on his face as he already didn't like the sound of Oz's words.
"Angelus…my name is Connor and I am the son of Angelus," Connor stated with a tone to his voice as if to say that he could care less before he strolled into the house, staring emptily at the confused potentials staring back at him.
END OF CHAPTER 14