I Don't Need You: Trapped.
Groaning slightly, DL lifted her head from the floor. Wishing she hadn't she tried to ignore the iron bars surrounding her. She sat with her back against the only wall and tried to figure out what had happened. Demons. That was it. There has been a fight and that demon must have knocked her out and taken her.
Looking round, she wondered where they had brought her. She was surrounded by three walls of bars and one wall, which, she discovered, was very solid. Rubbing the toes she had bruised while kicking the wall, she looked round her prison to see if there was anything else. A bucket.
Shuddering, she vowed to escape before she sank that low. Okay, now to escape. Hitting the bars, she realised they were going to hold no matter how hard she hit them. Obviously, these demons were trying to hold her here. And by the looks of things, it wasn't for very long.
Making its way down the corridor was a demon. As it drew nearer she grinned, it had a few cuts and scars from her blades in the fight. It stopped outside her cell and peered through the bars. She watched as it looked her over and she made sure to give it a twirl on the spot for entertainment.
Obviously, the demon didn't find it funny. It growled at her and tried to reach her through the bars. Smiling, she turned towards it and put on her most innocent voice. "Excuse me sir, I seem to have lost my key. Could you get me a spare so I can escape?" her smile faded when the demon seemed to laugh. Well it was shaking and looked like it found it funny, but it wasn't laughing.
"What's so funny?" came a voice from the corridor. Looking out of her cage, DL saw another demon. However, this one looked different. It was wearing what seemed to be a purple collar and only had one horns instead of two. It glared at the other demon that went immediately to its knees.
"Wow. Guess you're the boss huh? Could you get me a key?"
"Silence mortal. We do not need you words. Only your body, it is important for our ritual." Chuckling slightly the demon leader signalled to the other. Obediently it got up from its knees and went towards the door. Bending down, it placed the point of one of its horns in the lock and turned it sharply, it opened with a click.
Watching the door swing open DL looked impressed. "Now that's a good trick. Never need a locksmith." Looking at the leader she smirked. "Is that how you lost yours? Got it caught in a door?" the first demon growled and launched itself at the girl. Without moving a muscle she faded from solid form to an apparition, letting the demon pass through her and into the cage. Becoming solid again, she kicked the door shut and turned to face the leader.
He seemed amazed at the girl and turned sharply to the demon now trying to get out of the cage. "I told you to get the slayer! What is she?" now pointing at DL he looked shocked to see her walking off down the corridor. "You will not escape mortal! We have the vampire. You cannot stop us."
Turning back with a cocky grin now in place, she answered, "What makes you think I'm mortal?" fading again swiftly, she managed to avoid getting tackled by two other demons, which crashed into each other. "God I love my ancestors...anyway. Demon boy, what do you mean, 'you have the vampire'?"
* * * * *
He screamed. It was all he could do. He had begun crying over an hour ago and now he couldn't stop himself from screaming at the pain. Ever since he had woken up from that terrible nightmare he wished he hadn't. This was so much worse.
He was trying to breathe, despite not having to. It had always been a comfort when he was younger and he still thought that somehow it might help. Taking deep hitching breaths as he sobbed he tried to look at his captors but he couldn't bare to look at them. They were laughing.
Laughing at his pain, his fear, his tears and even worse, his pleads. He had tried being cocky at first but that had only made them start sooner. After that he had tried to threaten them, they had only laughed and found more tools to use. Blood was dripping down the wall he was on to the floor. Where had it all come from? He wondered. Surely one person couldn't have that much.
They soon made him forget to care as they cut him again. He didn't understand why they were doing this. He was used to pain but not like this. Pinned to the wall by metre long stakes, one through each wrist, ankle and his stomach. Unable to move even the slightest bit he had felt hopeless. One of them had found a knife and was playing with it against his chest, drawing pretty pictures deep into his flesh.
They kept asking him questions to which he didn't know the answer. Questions about some afterlife and purity and did he think he was truly good enough to deserve this? Deserve it? Why should anyone deserve this? The salt from his tears slid onto his chest and aggravated his wounds more, causing him to cry more. "Please," he whispered hoarsely to the nearest demon, "Why?"
It had merely cackled and pushed in the stake through his stomach more. Breathing deeper he let his head fall onto his chest. "Sinco." He heard the word and listened intently. "Carer...doesn't think you're good enough vampire." Lifting his head slightly, he met the eyes of a one horned demon wearing a purple collar. "You're so young. Barely of age. But we saw her looking after you and found you so beautiful we couldn't resist." Spike flinched as a clawed hand reached out and caressed his face. "So beautiful, a work of art. So why did your Carer leave you so?"
Sniffing slightly he winched as he heard the words. "She didn't." he told the demon. "She was protecting me. Helping me. Higgy would never..."
"But she did, vampire. She did. Look at yourself. You've been here for at least half a day, maybe more and no one even cares. Would your precious Carer abandon one she loved so easily? Personally I'm not surprised. Look at you. Not loved by anyone. No family, no friends I'm shocked you made it to this age mongrel."
"I...I..." he gasped. "I do have...friends...they're looking for me...I know they are..." tears slipped down his cheeks as he tried to convince himself.
"Really?" the demon chortled. "Because my spies have been watching your 'friends' all day and they haven't even batted an eyelid. Not one had even left that shop. So no friends vampire."
Closing his eyes and swallowing, Spike tried to shut out the words. But he knew them to be true. They would have found him by now. Maybe they really didn't care. No friends. It was true. He didn't have a choice. He couldn't stay down here any longer, and his friends weren't going to help him. There was nothing left for it. Taking a deep breath he prepared himself for the pain it was going to cause. Shaking slightly he paused. Then before the demons knew what he was doing, he let out a cry so loud and long that the demons had to cover their eyes.
A few minutes later he had finished and they were back to torture. Praying to any god that would listen he waited and felt the pain take him again.
* * * * *
In the Hyperion hotel, L.A. Angel woke up with a start.
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Dun dun dun!!! What will happen next? I don't actually know...but you'll find out when I post the next chapter. Sorry to torture Spike so much, but he looks so cute when he's all insane and hurt, I couldn't resist.
Note from Max, Higgy's beta: hey guys. Higgy will probably kill me for doing this, but pester her to put up 'Care' it is brilliant and she refuses to put it up. *Scowls* anyway, you have to keep bothering her and she'll put it up. It's insane Spike finally getting some help. Please do this for me!
Higgy: Max! Get the hell off of my fic!!! *Beats Max with raw salmon*
Groaning slightly, DL lifted her head from the floor. Wishing she hadn't she tried to ignore the iron bars surrounding her. She sat with her back against the only wall and tried to figure out what had happened. Demons. That was it. There has been a fight and that demon must have knocked her out and taken her.
Looking round, she wondered where they had brought her. She was surrounded by three walls of bars and one wall, which, she discovered, was very solid. Rubbing the toes she had bruised while kicking the wall, she looked round her prison to see if there was anything else. A bucket.
Shuddering, she vowed to escape before she sank that low. Okay, now to escape. Hitting the bars, she realised they were going to hold no matter how hard she hit them. Obviously, these demons were trying to hold her here. And by the looks of things, it wasn't for very long.
Making its way down the corridor was a demon. As it drew nearer she grinned, it had a few cuts and scars from her blades in the fight. It stopped outside her cell and peered through the bars. She watched as it looked her over and she made sure to give it a twirl on the spot for entertainment.
Obviously, the demon didn't find it funny. It growled at her and tried to reach her through the bars. Smiling, she turned towards it and put on her most innocent voice. "Excuse me sir, I seem to have lost my key. Could you get me a spare so I can escape?" her smile faded when the demon seemed to laugh. Well it was shaking and looked like it found it funny, but it wasn't laughing.
"What's so funny?" came a voice from the corridor. Looking out of her cage, DL saw another demon. However, this one looked different. It was wearing what seemed to be a purple collar and only had one horns instead of two. It glared at the other demon that went immediately to its knees.
"Wow. Guess you're the boss huh? Could you get me a key?"
"Silence mortal. We do not need you words. Only your body, it is important for our ritual." Chuckling slightly the demon leader signalled to the other. Obediently it got up from its knees and went towards the door. Bending down, it placed the point of one of its horns in the lock and turned it sharply, it opened with a click.
Watching the door swing open DL looked impressed. "Now that's a good trick. Never need a locksmith." Looking at the leader she smirked. "Is that how you lost yours? Got it caught in a door?" the first demon growled and launched itself at the girl. Without moving a muscle she faded from solid form to an apparition, letting the demon pass through her and into the cage. Becoming solid again, she kicked the door shut and turned to face the leader.
He seemed amazed at the girl and turned sharply to the demon now trying to get out of the cage. "I told you to get the slayer! What is she?" now pointing at DL he looked shocked to see her walking off down the corridor. "You will not escape mortal! We have the vampire. You cannot stop us."
Turning back with a cocky grin now in place, she answered, "What makes you think I'm mortal?" fading again swiftly, she managed to avoid getting tackled by two other demons, which crashed into each other. "God I love my ancestors...anyway. Demon boy, what do you mean, 'you have the vampire'?"
* * * * *
He screamed. It was all he could do. He had begun crying over an hour ago and now he couldn't stop himself from screaming at the pain. Ever since he had woken up from that terrible nightmare he wished he hadn't. This was so much worse.
He was trying to breathe, despite not having to. It had always been a comfort when he was younger and he still thought that somehow it might help. Taking deep hitching breaths as he sobbed he tried to look at his captors but he couldn't bare to look at them. They were laughing.
Laughing at his pain, his fear, his tears and even worse, his pleads. He had tried being cocky at first but that had only made them start sooner. After that he had tried to threaten them, they had only laughed and found more tools to use. Blood was dripping down the wall he was on to the floor. Where had it all come from? He wondered. Surely one person couldn't have that much.
They soon made him forget to care as they cut him again. He didn't understand why they were doing this. He was used to pain but not like this. Pinned to the wall by metre long stakes, one through each wrist, ankle and his stomach. Unable to move even the slightest bit he had felt hopeless. One of them had found a knife and was playing with it against his chest, drawing pretty pictures deep into his flesh.
They kept asking him questions to which he didn't know the answer. Questions about some afterlife and purity and did he think he was truly good enough to deserve this? Deserve it? Why should anyone deserve this? The salt from his tears slid onto his chest and aggravated his wounds more, causing him to cry more. "Please," he whispered hoarsely to the nearest demon, "Why?"
It had merely cackled and pushed in the stake through his stomach more. Breathing deeper he let his head fall onto his chest. "Sinco." He heard the word and listened intently. "Carer...doesn't think you're good enough vampire." Lifting his head slightly, he met the eyes of a one horned demon wearing a purple collar. "You're so young. Barely of age. But we saw her looking after you and found you so beautiful we couldn't resist." Spike flinched as a clawed hand reached out and caressed his face. "So beautiful, a work of art. So why did your Carer leave you so?"
Sniffing slightly he winched as he heard the words. "She didn't." he told the demon. "She was protecting me. Helping me. Higgy would never..."
"But she did, vampire. She did. Look at yourself. You've been here for at least half a day, maybe more and no one even cares. Would your precious Carer abandon one she loved so easily? Personally I'm not surprised. Look at you. Not loved by anyone. No family, no friends I'm shocked you made it to this age mongrel."
"I...I..." he gasped. "I do have...friends...they're looking for me...I know they are..." tears slipped down his cheeks as he tried to convince himself.
"Really?" the demon chortled. "Because my spies have been watching your 'friends' all day and they haven't even batted an eyelid. Not one had even left that shop. So no friends vampire."
Closing his eyes and swallowing, Spike tried to shut out the words. But he knew them to be true. They would have found him by now. Maybe they really didn't care. No friends. It was true. He didn't have a choice. He couldn't stay down here any longer, and his friends weren't going to help him. There was nothing left for it. Taking a deep breath he prepared himself for the pain it was going to cause. Shaking slightly he paused. Then before the demons knew what he was doing, he let out a cry so loud and long that the demons had to cover their eyes.
A few minutes later he had finished and they were back to torture. Praying to any god that would listen he waited and felt the pain take him again.
* * * * *
In the Hyperion hotel, L.A. Angel woke up with a start.
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Dun dun dun!!! What will happen next? I don't actually know...but you'll find out when I post the next chapter. Sorry to torture Spike so much, but he looks so cute when he's all insane and hurt, I couldn't resist.
Note from Max, Higgy's beta: hey guys. Higgy will probably kill me for doing this, but pester her to put up 'Care' it is brilliant and she refuses to put it up. *Scowls* anyway, you have to keep bothering her and she'll put it up. It's insane Spike finally getting some help. Please do this for me!
Higgy: Max! Get the hell off of my fic!!! *Beats Max with raw salmon*