Not Dead, Still Standing.
Chapter Three- Saving Him
Spike had
been placed down off of the giant metal ring, still starring at the
new Uber-Vamp. So now there is two of them. Great.
Spike
shut his eyes and tried to fall asleep, it would help the pain.
When
Spike opened his eyes the cave around him was empty. He sighed in
relief. But that's when she walked into the 'room'. His
beautiful Slayer, standing there, knife in hand.
"You're
not…her." Spike's voice was weak, as was the rest of him from
days of The First's minions torturing him. "You're just…a-a
bloody figment…of my imagination. S-she'll…"
Buffy walked
over to him. God, he looks bad. Worse than when Glory…god.
"You can't…hurt me…not anymore. She'll…come for…me."
She reached up, flinching as he flinched, and started to cut his
arms free of their bands.
Spike looked at her, awe clear in his
eyes. He put his arm on his shoulder, making sure she was really
there. When he made contact, he let out a cry. And with that, a teary
eyed Slayer, lead a crying Spike out of his prison.
Buffy
walked into her house, carrying Spike.
"Oh my god, Buffy."
Willow walked over to her.
Buffy looked into her living room, all
the girls, and the gang were still gathered.
"What happened?"
Dawn asked, joining the two.
"He passed out on our way here.
Probably from lose of blood. Help me get him upstairs…" Buffy and
Willow carried Spike into Buffy's room, and laid him on the bed.
Giles, Dawn, and Xander walked in. "God Buffy, what'd they do to
him?" Xander asked, actually sounding worried.
"I'm not
sure. He's in pretty bad shape though. When I found him, I think he
thought I was The First." She sat on the bed beside the unconscious
vampire.
"It's possible The First mentally tortured him,
along with the uh, rather obvious physical abuse." Giles sighed.
"Will he be okay?"
Dawn asked her sister.
"I think so. We need to get him some
blood."
"Is that really all we can do?" Willow asked, the
question directed to everyone.
The Slayer sighed, "For now? I
think it is."
