Chapter 5
Author's Notes: Ah! The angst! The romance! Spike has been captured and Buffy actually gives a crap! Review to learn more!
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Spike moaned as his mind finally slipped out of the darkness. Blurrily, he looked about and remembered where he was. He jerked upright, and looked up as he heard clattering. Yup, chains. It was always chains. How come he could never be tied up with silly string, or by Buffy? He sighed, and looked more to his surroundings.
He had to grudgingly admit the place was posh, in a girly kind of way. He saw motion in his peripheral vision, and snapped his head around to see who was skulking around.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
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"Buffy!" Willow and Dawn cried out in unison, as they raced to the blonde girl's side. Tara stood in the doorway, shocked to the core her shaking, delicate hand covering her mouth. Quickly, she recovered and raced for the phone on the counter.
"Hello 911? We have..." Tara's eyes scanned the room, growing ever wider. "...Four seriously injured people here. We need an ambulance...we're at the Magic Box. Hurry, please!" Tara put the phone back down, and went to Giles's side. "Willow, I need your help. Check out Xander and Anya." Willow left Dawn holding her sister's head in her lap, and ran to Xander.
"Xander's okay, its just his hand. I don't know about Anya though..." Willow called out to Tara, reaching over to feel for Anya's pulse. Dawn just sat in the middle of it all, cradling her sister's head gently.
"C'mon Buffy, please..." Dawn whimpered quietly. All of a sudden, she felt a pull deep in her core. Gasping, she sat bolt upright, and her eyes flowed green. She could see everything. It was like she was inside her sister's system. She saw a few broken ribs floating around in Buffy's chest. Scrapes on her knuckles, bruises on her arms. The worst was a small concussion... and what? What was clouding her sister's mind? Oh well. Fix the damage, fix the broken Dawn hummed to herself. The ribs placed themselves back, and smoothed into white bone. Fixed, fixed, key in the lock...
Dawn and Buffy awoke at the same moment, their gasp in unison. Willow and Tara stood over both of their prone bodies, eyes filled with worry. "We told the paramedics not to bother with you, it was a thing, you were fine, but you are fine..." Willow babbled.
"What happened?" Tara asked, putting a hand on Willow's shoulder. The red head looked to her lover gratefully, and put her hand over hers. They all looked to Dawn for an explaination.
"I don't know..."Dawn whispered.
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"Cecily..." The name escaped from Spike's pale lips with a hiss.
"Darling, its D'Hoffryn now." The pale woman laughed, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "My girl Glory just summoned me up saying she wanted to know how to get inside William the Bloody's head." Glory stepped from the shadows.
"And that we will..." She smiled, a wicked blue glow surrounding her hands before she thrust them into his head.
He screamed.
Author's Notes: Ah! The angst! The romance! Spike has been captured and Buffy actually gives a crap! Review to learn more!
)()()()(
Spike moaned as his mind finally slipped out of the darkness. Blurrily, he looked about and remembered where he was. He jerked upright, and looked up as he heard clattering. Yup, chains. It was always chains. How come he could never be tied up with silly string, or by Buffy? He sighed, and looked more to his surroundings.
He had to grudgingly admit the place was posh, in a girly kind of way. He saw motion in his peripheral vision, and snapped his head around to see who was skulking around.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
)()()()(
"Buffy!" Willow and Dawn cried out in unison, as they raced to the blonde girl's side. Tara stood in the doorway, shocked to the core her shaking, delicate hand covering her mouth. Quickly, she recovered and raced for the phone on the counter.
"Hello 911? We have..." Tara's eyes scanned the room, growing ever wider. "...Four seriously injured people here. We need an ambulance...we're at the Magic Box. Hurry, please!" Tara put the phone back down, and went to Giles's side. "Willow, I need your help. Check out Xander and Anya." Willow left Dawn holding her sister's head in her lap, and ran to Xander.
"Xander's okay, its just his hand. I don't know about Anya though..." Willow called out to Tara, reaching over to feel for Anya's pulse. Dawn just sat in the middle of it all, cradling her sister's head gently.
"C'mon Buffy, please..." Dawn whimpered quietly. All of a sudden, she felt a pull deep in her core. Gasping, she sat bolt upright, and her eyes flowed green. She could see everything. It was like she was inside her sister's system. She saw a few broken ribs floating around in Buffy's chest. Scrapes on her knuckles, bruises on her arms. The worst was a small concussion... and what? What was clouding her sister's mind? Oh well. Fix the damage, fix the broken Dawn hummed to herself. The ribs placed themselves back, and smoothed into white bone. Fixed, fixed, key in the lock...
Dawn and Buffy awoke at the same moment, their gasp in unison. Willow and Tara stood over both of their prone bodies, eyes filled with worry. "We told the paramedics not to bother with you, it was a thing, you were fine, but you are fine..." Willow babbled.
"What happened?" Tara asked, putting a hand on Willow's shoulder. The red head looked to her lover gratefully, and put her hand over hers. They all looked to Dawn for an explaination.
"I don't know..."Dawn whispered.
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"Cecily..." The name escaped from Spike's pale lips with a hiss.
"Darling, its D'Hoffryn now." The pale woman laughed, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "My girl Glory just summoned me up saying she wanted to know how to get inside William the Bloody's head." Glory stepped from the shadows.
"And that we will..." She smiled, a wicked blue glow surrounding her hands before she thrust them into his head.
He screamed.
