Foggy Night

By Darkened Ages

A/N Still know I should be working on other things....

Buffy groaned in pain, slowly opening her eyes. She blinked a few times, attempting to adjust her vision before she realized that she couldn't see anything. The fog, plus the fact that it was pitch black, was the main cause of her sight problem at the moment.

"Spike?" she asked the darkness, trying to sit up, but finding that she was stuck.

She pulled against the chains that held her wrists and ankles to the ground, attempting to break the metal shackles. Nothing. The only result of her struggling was having the cuffs dig and rip into the skin of her wrists, and a clang as she released the tension in the chain. Where the Hell was she? And why was she shackled to the ground?

She searched the darkened fog in vain, still attempting to get a look at her surroundings, and break the hold the chains had on her. She winced, feeling the cuffs tear more skin, and the blood trickle down her arms. She finally stopped, giving up the idea that she might be able to break the chains.

"Slayer..." a coarse masculine voice echoed across the area.

"Spike?" she asked, knowing that, not only that that wasn't his voice, but that there was no way it could be him.

She heard who ever it was chuckle, "C'mon now slayer, you think that sorry excuse for a vampire could ever have gotten you in this position?"

She didn't reply, staring out into the darkness trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

"No, I suppose he couldn't, but I can, obviously, seeing as you're here, but... where is here?" her captor asked, and Buffy wondered why he was talking to himself.

He stepped within her line of vision, smirking down at her, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he pushed a lock of short hair out of his face.. "And why are you here?"

She pulled against the chains once more, and he laughed. That bastard laughed at her, now she was royally pissed, "Now, now, my dear, you shouldn't struggle, it wont help anyway, that metal's reinforced with Magicks." he told her, calmly.

Her expression visibly fell, now knowing the impossibility of her escape, and she let her arms fall back to the ground, breathing a bit hard from her struggle. Now that let one of the questions he had asked early come back into her head, Why was she here?

He looked her up and down, "It's hard to believe you're the slayer, you're so scrawny, no muscles to be seen either... I always thought a slayer would look more... powerful..."

She growled at him, "You want to see power, let me go and I'll kick your ass." she told him, still glaring fiercely at him.

"Sassy, there's a trait of the slayers I know..." he said, "Of course, I've only met six of you, and am not sorry to say that I'm the only one who remembers their final wishes..."

Buffy's eyes widened, did that mean he'd killed six slayers? She was scared now, but didn't let it show, knowing that it would only make him happy, "Yeah well, welcome to the new generation, you wont kill me that easy."

"But I do seemed to have captured you quite easily, don't you think?" He asked, walking around her in a circle, "And detained you quite nicely as well... hmm?"

"It was because of the fog, you did nothing..."

"Ah, but I did, see the fog is that of my creation... it will disappear soon enough, once dawn breaks I think...."

Ok, so Giles had been right about the fog, he was a know it all anyway, she thought, then wondered if she could get this guy to explain a few things to her.

"What are you planing to do with me?" she asked.

"Kill you, of course, what did you think?" He answered.

"I mean now, you seemed quite content to just leave me here chained up before." she said, looking at him quizzically.

"Well, it's no fun if you're not awake..."

"Awake for what?"

"The apocalypse, my dear slayer, the end of the world you tried in vain to save for the past how ever many years of your life." She gritted her teeth, they always wanted to end the world, "And the best part, your idiotic friends, if you can even call them that, don't even know you're gone."

"What do you mean, Spike saw me just disappear, he was with me..."

"I know, which is why he now believes you've changed."

"Changed?"

"Into a cat... didn't I tell you he was a sorry excuse for a vampire, not even knowing that you were just a few feet away from him while he oogled over a cat..." The man chuckled, and Buffy was beginning to hate that sound.

"Please," she snorted, "they'll figure it out, my friends are smarter than you know..." she told him, then added in a whisper, "...I hope..."