Not Dead, Still Standing.
Chapter Two-
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Buffy wondered around her room getting ready. It had been an hour since she had killed the Uber-Vamp. Now it was time to go find Spike. She had a feeling she would need his vampire strength soon.
Spike sat against the wall of the cave,
trying to ignore the taunts The First was sending his way in the from
of Buffy.
I can't believe it. It felt so real. All of it,
Buffy coming here, saving me. All of it. Angel coming. The pain from
the amulet. It was all a dream. Spike sighed.
"You know why I
haven't come for you?" The First cooed in his ear. "Because I
don't need you. Not anymore, you're weak, and useless."
Spike remained silent. The First changed into Drusilla.
"Come
play dollies with me, my Spike."
Silence.
"Spike? You
said you loved me. Eyeballs to entrails. Why do you turn to the nasty
Slayer? You turn from you're mummy, to go with her. Even now. Why,
Spike? Why do you go to her?"
"Dru, luv. Why don't you go
find Angelus? You can go play with him."
"Oh we will, my poor
little Spike. We will. As soon as we fix you. And you can get me a
new birdie! La, la, la!"
"You know what I think?"
"What?" Drusilla clapped her hands in excitement.
"You
don't do a good Drusilla. She was crazier than you. This little
thing, to get into my head…its just sad." Spike said, coughing.
The First turned into Spike himself.
"There you go again, mate.
Blabbing your big mouth. But you're right. Nothing like, Dru. And
if I can't hurt you in the mind…I can think of other ways. I just
need their help, that's all."
The harbringers appeared and
picked Spike up. He struggled against them, but to little use. He was
weak now. He wasn't sure how much longer he would make it. Being
tied to the metal ring again, he got it now. The harbringers, pulled
on the rope, sending him up into the air. One picked up a long rod,
with a knife on the end. Spike yelled as they carved symbols into his
body, bleeding him, for who knows what.
