Angel took a step foreword to go find out the information from Lorne. He froze, Buffy still gripping onto him, frightened. He took a small unneeded breath and sighed lightly, telling himself this wasn't the Buffy he knew, and she was frightened and scared, and so far she was the only one he trusted. At least he assumed she trusted him.
He ushered her small body with him as he made his way to the room with Lorne inside. She seemed to have not known how to walk since she faltered and stumbled in few simple steps.
"Lorne, what did you see?" Angel asked, strictly, knocking on the door. Lorne opened it a creek, took one look to Buffy and then back up at Angel. He closed the door again. Angel sighed, knocking again against the door and waited, as Lorne slowly opened the door again.
"I rather not talk about this, not yet at least. Especially not in front of her, not with her standing there." Lorne closed the door for a final time and Angel heard the faint click of the lock. He sighed, wondering what he was going to do with Buffy.
"Let me take her, I will take her to a bathroom, help her clean up, and get in new clothes." Spike said, staring at Angel, his voice toneless and empty, trying to keep himself from breaking down at the sight of the Slayer.
Angel growled, Spike being the last person he wanted to give Buffy too. Spike sneered back at Angel, "Bloody hell Peaches, I love Buffy as much as you, and I would not do anything to her, I want to know the bastards who did this to her as much as you do. And… well, what about Nibblet? She was with Buffy last time I heard from her, she could be in as much trouble…"
"Fine." Angel said quickly, not liking Spike talk about his feelings. He assumed they both had pushed Buffy from their minds and they have all moved on, but seeing her like this caused every emotion in Angel to resurface, same with Spike.
Spike stepped closer to Angel, as Buffy peeked over Angel's arm, which she clutched tightly. As Spike took a step her vice grip became even tighter, causing Angel to wince. Spike slowed his movements, holding his hand out. Purple sparks began to come from Buffy's body, her breathing quickening once more.
The wisps slowly disappeared as her hand reached out to Spike's, touching it cautiously. She slowly stepped from Angel's arms and went to Spike, her curiosity growing. Spike began to lead her towards a room where she could bathe but Buffy stopped, looking back to Angel nervously.
Angel watched Spike walk Buffy away, gently; he noticed and immediately wanted her back. He wanted to help her. He told himself he was, by finding out exactly what had happened to her since she had left Sunnydale. He gripped the door and jerked the doorknob violently, it coming off completely in his hands as he pushed the door open, stepping into the room, with Lorne sitting at the large glass desk, his head in his hands. Lorne looked up at Angel a little surprised.
"Lorne, you tell me everything you just saw, everything. And nothing is to be left out, I want to find out what did this to her so I can kill it with my bare hands."
"Sit down Angelkins." Lorne said quietly, knowing he had to spill what he had seen to Angel, the tone in his voice was deadly, almost as if it was a threat from Angelus himself.
"Buffy has suffered a lot of pain, I am surprised she has made it this far. In Rome she was, well, 'dating' an immortal demon. Type, I couldn't tell, he was in a human form. Then, all the sudden there was a fight. A ripped dimension, a thing-like a purple cloud, came and striked, grabbing Buffy and pulling her in..."
Angel listened to Lorne, his gaze going down to his hands on the table. He stared at them, feeling guilt for being part of the pain she suffered, as well as not being able to save her. He just couldn't save anyone anymore.
"Then she was in this place… I can't recognize it, unlike anything I have ever seen. It was a black void, all around, nothing but the nothingness…empty. Buffy laid there, her eyes closed. I don't think she was breathing, or if there was air, I just know there was pain, emotional. Then the purple flashes came, like lightening bolts…"
Angel coughed, trying to hold back any emotions. He was trying to keep himself from getting choked up, trying to visualize this world, trying to imagine Buffy in an empty void, alone.
"The lightening bolts went through her body; bring physical pain, just seeing it… caused me pain. It messed up her mind, real bad. Fried her brain, as well as every part of her body. Angelkins, we should be glad she remembered the word sing, not to mention part of a song. It dropped her in a hell dimension when it was done Angel, she was lost and confused in a hell dimension… she survived by the magic she has, unlike anything I have ever seen, or sensed, heard of! Whatever magic she controls, is more powerful than we can fathom, and it somehow brought her here."
Angel yelled and jumped up, grabbing the chair and throwing it against the wall. His face vamped out, as he cried out, slamming his fists against the walls. Lorne watched Angel quietly, knowing it was better to let him take his anger out. Angel slid down onto the ground, staring into space. "I have to kill it… it must pay..."
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