Buffy comes on reads from paper "This is a dis-claim-er, she don't own anything, in fact she broke and owes loads , but that's not on the paper, "
Fearless Lioness slaps forehead
two
Spike gripped Dawn's forearms. The girl whimpered before throwing her arms around him. Spike hugged her back confused, why was he here?
"There's something in the house" she wailed and pushed them both away from the door. Was she stronger? "Bit?" he asked "What's wrong"
Dawn whimpered again "your dead" she told him
Buffy paused and pressed her lips together, she hadn't stopped staring at the broken woman behind the glass. Faith seemed perfectly fine one minute then completely out of her mind the next.
"aren't you coming to help her?" asked the dark haired woman.
Buffy froze, shadowed eyes turned to her, glee and insanity written clearly in them.
Buffy slid out the door and took the keys as she went, she crept down the hall, and her hands almost steady unlocked the door.
Faith was sitting her back turned and her knees brought up to her chest.
"you know, B" she swung her legs round and padded across the floor, her thin fingers traced Buffy's face.
"it's not like you can do anything" Faith drawled, turning sharply and striding purposely away form the blonde slayer.
"Faith I don't understand" Buffy said seeing the hollow checks and shadowed eyes.
Faith laughed cruelly "There was so much blood" her hands rolled a strand of hair in between her fingers. "They hurt me" she whispered sounding like a small child, Faith's legs folded underneath her, and she sat her shoulders slumped and her head bowed.
"Who hurt you" asked Buffy gently.
Big brown eyes looked up misted with memory, "The red eyes" her hand reached out shakily. "The eyes were so red" she whispered, before letting out a blood curdling scream. Faith hands dragged and pulled her hair she started to tear it out of her scalp.
"Faith stop" Buffy grabbed her arms and pushed them down, Faith screamed and wailed and writhed as Buffy desperately tried to stop her from hurting herself.
Faith suddenly stopped and looked at Buffy confused "B?" she asked her eyes normal again.
"What happened"
Faith pushed Buffy away, the blonde slayer flew to the other side of the room.
"They're coming back" she said and tapped her head "I've got something they want" she told Buffy "Something you want as well" she laughed madly.
Buffy looked at her "What? What do I want?"
"I'm not telling" Faith said and looked at her darkly "Dawn knows too"
Before rolling onto her stomach and drawing patterns on the plastic floor with her index fingers.
"Is she ok" Buffy grasped Faith's thin shoulder and shook her "Dammit Faith what's wrong with you, Tell me, Is Dawn ok"
Faith eyes rolled back inside her head and she slumped in Buffy's arms, "I don't wanna go back" she gripped Buffy's arms "Not make me go back, I'll be like you" she started to cry, fat tears falling down her face "It hurt, Buffy" she whimpered.
"What hurt?" asked Buffy
"B?" asked Faith "What are you doing here, Your meant to look after that key" she laughed
"Buffy and her little Key" Faith started to scream again and this time she leapt at Buffy, her long unkept nails, dragging and ripping at Buffy's face.
"Faith please" Buffy said on her back, her legs pushed up and threw the other woman away.
Faith hit the wall and slid down, "Why do you hate me" she asked and started to cry, "It's not my fault I didn't want to know" she started to drag her nails down her arms, making shallow lines, over and over again she did this.
Buffy's sensitive hearing picked up sounds outside. She hesitated before she ran out and slipped out the building
Lir looked nervously at the chapel, he hadn't been in there since that day. But he would have to stay the night now, his friend was already a knight and he would be to.
Lir walked into the chapel nervously and sat quietly in the front pew.
He couldn't speak until tomorrow, he remembered there laughing faces, the ridicules that had pestered him since he had become a page.
Just because he was tall and rather large.
The chapel looked very dark tonight, shadows littered the floor and corners faded away into nothing.
Lir tried to resist the urge to jump to his feet. He closed his eyes and ignored the growing darkness. Laughter echoed around him.
Dawn pushed Spike out the door just as the stairs fell. She screamed and Spike pulled her behind him.
Dawn gripped his arm "What was that" she hissed.
Spike ignored her concentrating on the house, nothing moved.
"Something en't right" he said softly, and turned to Dawn.
"We got to go, half pint"
Dawn wrinkled her nose at the name before following him.
There was a pop in the air, and Dawn fell to the floor, clutching her head.
"Dawn?" Spike scooped her up, and ran.
Dawn was screaming in pain as he carried her. Spike ran to the cemetery and carefully laid her out on the grass.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, holding her shoulders.
"Voices," she cried "There's voices inside my head" Dawn withered in pain, her hands gripping her hair.
Spike looked frustrated at his hands unable to come up with something to stop the pain Dawn was going through.
You could leave her here? A voice said to him.
Spike frowned unsure where the thought had come from.
Ask her about the elixir
Spike made Dawn look at him her eyes were unfocused and tired.
"What's the elixir?" he asked her,
Dawn shook her head in his hands "Can't tell" she whispered and then her eyelids closed.
Xander and Willow had driven back to Sunnydale in silence.
Finally Xander couldn't take the strain "So Faith looked pretty bad, Huh" he said.
Willow nodded, before freezing, Xander slowed down the car to look at her. Willow knuckles were white because of her grip on the handle.
"There's something out there" she hissed. Xander started to drive faster, fear fuelling him.
A long coil of power whipped the car, it flew from the road and into the ditch. Willow screamed, before falling silent, her head boucing off the window, blood seeped into her red hair.
The car landed upside down, it's wheels were still slowly spinning, before they came to a dead holt. A black haired figure watched, his arms folded gracefully across his chest. His eyes smouldered in anger.
"I need that girl" the voice sounded like fingernails on black board.
It echoed painfully slow around the area, spreading like a thick liquid suffocating everything it touched.
Xander looked around hazily, he shifted and fell a little more, his seat belt had him suspended half way from the roof.
Xander unclipped the belt and hit the roof, his head gave a painful throb, and a wave of nausea hit him. Xander twisted so he was lying on the ground. His eye was blurry, and he rubbed it but it wouldn't focus, panic spread through him and he gulped in his breath through a suddenly tight throat.
The windows were shattered and he crawled out clumsily. Xander stood up and looked at himself, his clothes were ripped and dark with dried blood, his hands and knees were cut and torn, and his left arm hung limp by his side.
"That was close, eh Willow?" Xander let out a sigh of relief.
"Willow?" he knelt next to the broken car, "Willow?" he said and looked around with his strange vision.
There was no one there, his best friend was gone.