Hi Ya, thank you so much to everyone that reviewed. This is my First Buffy fic so I'm still getting into my stride. I don't have a clue how long this fics gonna be but I know what I want to happen…Mostly.
I know I've made a few mistakes, but I've just come back from me Hols so it might take me a while to slug through all the other updates first.
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Buffy slipped around everyone, keeping her head bowed, "Miss Summers"
The tired man said, he was glaring at her, suspicion set in his washed out eyes.
"Looking for the bathroom" Buffy choked out, he paused his eyes searching hers, but Buffy had been keeping secrets for years and knew he wouldn't find anything.
"That way, first door to your right" he told her, and looked into through the small barred window into Faith's room "A mess en't she" he said. "Poor kid"
The bathroom was cold, and the bright yellow lights didn't seem right in the narrow room.
Buffy looked at herself in the mirror, her face was ashen, faint lines showing the effect of Faith's psychotic rage.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, Buffy turned, pressing her back against the wall, her hands clenched into fists, "Hello"
She moved cautiously to the door, something twined around her neck brutally, she was lifted up, her hands grappling and groping at the heavy material. Her vision was becoming narrow, as she pulled away from the hard leather clad body behind her, she used the leverage to crack her head into her attackers head and the material fell away. Buffy twisted quickly, fighting the feeling of nausea that followed.
The man's foot hit her in face and Buffy hit the floor, blood spurting from her nose. She flipped her self up, her fists struck where the man should have been, but he wasn't, his fist struck the side of her head and she landed hard on the floor.
Buffy looked dazed into at the dark haired man above, "You'll do nicely" the empty voice said. Buffy gazed into his golden smouldering eyes before she was swallowed by darkness.
Spike pushed Dawn's hair out of her forehead, the girl was breathing hard as her body convulsed again.
Something crunched and Spike turned, his eyes were focused and the bushes parted, a black haired man seemed to float towards him. Spike's whole body relaxed, the man was tall and graceful, his so darkly intense were almost beautiful.
"Spike, can I see Dawn," his voice was liquid velvet, Spike had to force himself to stay still.
"Who are you?" his voice was rough and clipped compared to the stunning man before him.
"I am what I am, Can I see Dawn I'll make her better"
Spike was moving even as his mind screamed no, he couldn't let anything happen to the little bit.
The Man knelt next to her, she flinched away from his touch, before screaming, she clawed at him.
"Where Is It" the man's creamy perfect skin was suddenly breaking out in rashes, his fingers were burning and his fingers were gripping her waxen face.
"Stay away! SPIKE!" Dawn howled.
Spike broke from the trance like state he was in and kicked the man away from Dawn, He just missed the black flames that were fire hazardly at him. The man was screaming, his eyes a bloody crimson.
Spike scooped Dawn up and ran, his leather coat scorched.
Xander had finally dragged himself to his feet and was walking into Sunnydale, his mind was numb blank and his shoes were hot and falling apart at the soles.
His best friend was gone, Willow, the tiny red headed girl he had befriended in nursery.
A Roar of rage broke the night's silence, Xander froze, he watched as Spike ran out of the nearest graveyard, making a crazy running sprint away, he saw Xander and ran towards him.
"Hurry up" he commanded, Xander was slowly awaking as he followed, Spike raced away from Sunnydale, before diving in the trees, flies buzzed around them and Dawn bit her bottom lip to hold in the agonising scream.
Faith hated the drugs that they continually pumped into her, it made her go back, back to the Cave. It made her she the red eyes again.
Faith struggled to keep her eyes open, they felt so heavy.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip
Faith almost thought the noise was inside her head, she looked to her left, there, falling from the rough, wet wall.
Someone was moving in front of her, hissing and grunting, Faith tried to see but her eyes were unfocused and there was a white blur blocking most of her left eye.
"Why hasn't she said anything" a roar went through the room.
Faith stomach clenched and she tried to move, her arms were wrenched above her head, it made breathing painful. Like her ribs were broken and her throat closed.
"oh she's said stuff, useful stuff, about Slayers and some thing called Buffy and a hell god" this voice was empty drained, it hissed like a snake, rolling Rs and slurring Ss.
"But the Elixir?" the emotionless voice drawled and Faith saw the blurry out line on the two men in front of her.
"We'll get it out of her"
"Is she awake?"
"yeah, her eyes aren't working"
Cold hands touched her face, Faith bit her lip and stood tensely dragging up the last shred of pride she had, her legs wobbled with fatigue as she squared her shoulders and tilted up her chin..
Faith wondered if her body would stay upright with out the chains. Exhaustion was embedded so deep into her bones that her mind had become dim and kept blanking out.
A sharp slap knocked her head to the side, her hair fell over her eyes covering the pain that erupted across them.
"Where is the Elixir!" roared the man, his outburst was followed by a brutal attack.
Faith looked up, her face was covered in bruises, how long was she going to be held here? Her nose was bleeding again, and her eyes were half closed, dark and hallow. Haunted: and she couldn't anything about it.
She spat, a mixture of blood and saliva, the man face came sharply into focus and Faith started to laugh, her head thrown back in complete hysteria, foam dribbled from her mouth.
Faith started to blither, her senseless mumbling became louder and irrational.
"She's…"
The dark eyed man gripped Faith's face. Her eyes were feverish and tormented.
"She's losing it"
Dawn shot up, her eyes full of lingering images of her nightmares.
There was something near her, Dawn turned her stomach twisting in dread, a pale cold arm was touching her hand. Dawn's eyes widened and she leapt to her feet intent on screaming. A hand clasped over her mouth, muffling the repulsed cry. She panicked and tried to trash inside the circle of arms that held her.
"It's me, It's Xander"
Dawn turned around, Xander was splattered in dried blood.
His eyes were grievous and exhausted.
The body rose and Spike shook himself off like a wet dog. Out of them all he seemed the most calm and unmarked.
"It's Buffy, we have to the hospital" her voice was hoarse and dry.
Spike frowned, his eyes were ghostly pale as the moonlight caught them.
He turned to the way they'd come and looked back his face a silent question that was reflected in theirs.
Blair- To do the Page breaks u need to go into QuickEdit, but half the time it skips out of it and goes straight to the Preview, so it's kinda hit and miss.