Chapter 6
Authors Notes: Hey guys! I hope your liking the story, and from the reviews I think you are. Again, shout outs to EmmyJ85, Apocalyptia (cool name!), Thursday Next, Harm Marie, starmouse (especially cool to hear from, since I love your stories!), and jojoS1! I will be sure not to make you sulk! Oh, and also trying to make the chapters longer :-P More reviews please!
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"What the hell?" Glory said, pulling her hands from Spike's head. He groaned as his head rolled limply from her grasp to rest on his bare chest. In her hands, Glory held a small, shiny piece of metal. She observed it curiously, before throwing it to the side carelessly. "Whatever." She shrugged and turned her attentions back to the vampire.
Cecily laughed pleasantly, but the sound sent Spike's skin crawling with memories. The fact that she was laughing at his pain almost made it worse. He was still in love, not with Cecily herself though. He found out the hard way that Cecily was a cold bitch. But his heart would not give up the idea of Cecily, a warm gentle person who would love him. Drusilla had loved him, but she was not warm and gentle. She was his sword wrapped in silk, shining and sharp.
Buffy was a whole other ball game. She was the sun, his Slayer, the moon. She made his heart jump and beat when it usually lay like a dead weight in his chest. She made him light, alive. Can taking the poofter fucking poet out of London, Spike thought wryly to himself. God, even though he was a demon now, part of shadows and night, he was still drawn to what wasn't good for him, like Buffy and bad poetry. He had noticed something strange lately though. When he saw Buffy, he though he heard he heart speed up, or skip a beat. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but maybe...
"I don't like it when people don't pay attention when I talk." Glory said viciously when she finally noticed that the vampire didn't care what she was saying. She dug her nails into his cheek, and blood trickled down his alabaster skin. He only flinched however when she licked it off, tasting its coppery feel on her tongue. She continued on her spiel. "Anyway," she said conversationally "I think you know something that's pretty important. That's why I took you instead of the teenybopper. Plus, you're a much better addition to my apartment." Glory said, dragging her eyes like lasers across Spike's shirtless body. She and Cecily giggled. Spike simply couldn't get himself to think of her as D'Hoffryn. "So talk. Now." Glory's voice took on a dangerous tone.
"Wait, isn't he insane now?" Cecily asked her boss, confused. Glory sighed impatiently, and casually slammed Cecily into a wall.
"You're incredibly stupid." Glory said as Cecily got to her feet.
"Got that right." Spike muttered under his breath.
Glory continued. "Vampires can't be mind-sucked. They're bodies are dead, and only kept living by the demon that lives inside them. So, no suckage." Cecily couldn't help giggling at that, but was quickly silenced by the look Glory shot her. "Now talk, or I swear I will make you scream in pain so loud your ancestors will wince in pain." Glory punctuated this statement by grabbing a knife from a well polished, and holding it to Spike's neck, putting just enough pressure for a tiny drop of blood to trail down to pool in his hollow of his collarbone.
Spike laughed at the airhead God's weakly made threats, but it soon died out. He sniffed gently at the air around him while Glory and company looked on in confusion. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Glory. Finally impatient, she asked "What? Why all the sniffing?"
"The whelps blood is on that knife. Did you kill him?" Spike asked calmly. Inside, he wasn't. He hated the whelp and knew that the feeling was mutual, but that didn't mean there couldn't be respect. And Xander was close to Buffy and Spike knew if Xander was hurt it would pain Buffy immensely. This immediately put Xander in people to be protected, along with Buffy, Dawn, Red and Glinda, Rupert and the demon girl. They weren't to be hurt.
"Oh this old thing?" Glory looked at the knife she held. An idea came to her. "Yeah, I killed him." She had to try to contain the laughter at the look on the bleached vampires face. "Anyanka too." Glory stifled D'Hoffryn's startled yelp with a look, knowing that the demon and the ex- demon were close. Cecily finally realized, and grinned. "And now my minions are going to finish all of them off while they are at the hospital and weak. Nothing to protect now is there? Now talk!" Glory thrust the knife at Spike's face again, stopping millimeters from his eye.
He didn't blink. He didn't move. Glory leaned in closely, wondering if she had overdone it with the whole your friends are dead and more are about to go thing. He lunged forward suddenly, snarling like a beast.
Glory sighed again. "I didn't want to have to do this..." She said before dragging the knife across Spike's ribs in a deep line. Cecily smiled wickedly as she starting pulling torture instruments from a chest, starting with a whip.
"I did." She whispered, almost lovingly in Spike's ear. All he could do was snarl as his first love set about making him scream.
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The Scoobies sat, scattered among the waiting room in the hospital. It smelled like alcohol, the cleaning kind, latex, and a more remote smell of death and fear. They were bandaging up Xander's hand, but they were just keeping him for a little to check it didn't get infected. It was a nasty wound they said, but they didn't ask how he got it. The benefits of living in Sunnydale Buffy sighed to herself. That brought the grand total up to one, one reason why it was good to live in Sunnydale. People had long ago stopped asking questions.
Anya's condition was worse. She still hadn't woken up, and the group couldn't stop thinking that the doctors looked too worried, their robot words of comfort too forced. This was all wrong.
Dawn lay with her head in Buffy's lap. She sighed, knowing later on, when everyone, (and I mean everyone, Anya too Buffy thought) was all right and in the fixed up Magic Box, things would have to be explained. She and Spike's nearly identical dreams with the unnamed threat, and Dawn's new unexplained power.
It scared her this new power. It seemed to be healing, light and good, but roses had thorns. And this thorn was Glory. And now Glory had Spike and she thought he wouldn't tell, even though there was no logical reason for this trust of Spike-he loves you- but Glory could get things from his mind, things he couldn't withhold, no matter how much he wanted too. Buffy could feel her mind winding itself up again, and was almost happy when she saw a doctor approaching them. Gentle, Buffy woke Dawn and they stood with their friends.
"Excuse me are you with..." The doctor paused "Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins?" The doctor shook his head at the long name. When the group nodded its consent, he continued. "Okay, well she had a nasty concussion, but she should be okay." The group let out a collective breath, and Dawn ran to Xander's room to let him know the good news. "Anyway, she'll have to take some meds, some painkillers and pills to help the healing process, and she might forget things once in a while, but otherwise she'll still be your... Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins." The doctor chuckled as the group laughed with relief and hugged.
"Can we see her?" Giles asked, a rare grin on the Watcher's face.
"I'm afraid not yet, she needs to sleep, but don't worry, you can see her tomorrow." The doctor smiled and left.
Its good we don't have to worry, Buffy thought wryly to herself. We already have enough to worry about.
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Authors Note: You like? You hate? Lemme know. Well, don't actually tell me if it sucks, 'cause I swear to god my self-confidence is like a glass vase on a tightrope. So, just don't read it if you don't like it. If you DO like it, then let me know!
Authors Notes: Hey guys! I hope your liking the story, and from the reviews I think you are. Again, shout outs to EmmyJ85, Apocalyptia (cool name!), Thursday Next, Harm Marie, starmouse (especially cool to hear from, since I love your stories!), and jojoS1! I will be sure not to make you sulk! Oh, and also trying to make the chapters longer :-P More reviews please!
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"What the hell?" Glory said, pulling her hands from Spike's head. He groaned as his head rolled limply from her grasp to rest on his bare chest. In her hands, Glory held a small, shiny piece of metal. She observed it curiously, before throwing it to the side carelessly. "Whatever." She shrugged and turned her attentions back to the vampire.
Cecily laughed pleasantly, but the sound sent Spike's skin crawling with memories. The fact that she was laughing at his pain almost made it worse. He was still in love, not with Cecily herself though. He found out the hard way that Cecily was a cold bitch. But his heart would not give up the idea of Cecily, a warm gentle person who would love him. Drusilla had loved him, but she was not warm and gentle. She was his sword wrapped in silk, shining and sharp.
Buffy was a whole other ball game. She was the sun, his Slayer, the moon. She made his heart jump and beat when it usually lay like a dead weight in his chest. She made him light, alive. Can taking the poofter fucking poet out of London, Spike thought wryly to himself. God, even though he was a demon now, part of shadows and night, he was still drawn to what wasn't good for him, like Buffy and bad poetry. He had noticed something strange lately though. When he saw Buffy, he though he heard he heart speed up, or skip a beat. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but maybe...
"I don't like it when people don't pay attention when I talk." Glory said viciously when she finally noticed that the vampire didn't care what she was saying. She dug her nails into his cheek, and blood trickled down his alabaster skin. He only flinched however when she licked it off, tasting its coppery feel on her tongue. She continued on her spiel. "Anyway," she said conversationally "I think you know something that's pretty important. That's why I took you instead of the teenybopper. Plus, you're a much better addition to my apartment." Glory said, dragging her eyes like lasers across Spike's shirtless body. She and Cecily giggled. Spike simply couldn't get himself to think of her as D'Hoffryn. "So talk. Now." Glory's voice took on a dangerous tone.
"Wait, isn't he insane now?" Cecily asked her boss, confused. Glory sighed impatiently, and casually slammed Cecily into a wall.
"You're incredibly stupid." Glory said as Cecily got to her feet.
"Got that right." Spike muttered under his breath.
Glory continued. "Vampires can't be mind-sucked. They're bodies are dead, and only kept living by the demon that lives inside them. So, no suckage." Cecily couldn't help giggling at that, but was quickly silenced by the look Glory shot her. "Now talk, or I swear I will make you scream in pain so loud your ancestors will wince in pain." Glory punctuated this statement by grabbing a knife from a well polished, and holding it to Spike's neck, putting just enough pressure for a tiny drop of blood to trail down to pool in his hollow of his collarbone.
Spike laughed at the airhead God's weakly made threats, but it soon died out. He sniffed gently at the air around him while Glory and company looked on in confusion. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Glory. Finally impatient, she asked "What? Why all the sniffing?"
"The whelps blood is on that knife. Did you kill him?" Spike asked calmly. Inside, he wasn't. He hated the whelp and knew that the feeling was mutual, but that didn't mean there couldn't be respect. And Xander was close to Buffy and Spike knew if Xander was hurt it would pain Buffy immensely. This immediately put Xander in people to be protected, along with Buffy, Dawn, Red and Glinda, Rupert and the demon girl. They weren't to be hurt.
"Oh this old thing?" Glory looked at the knife she held. An idea came to her. "Yeah, I killed him." She had to try to contain the laughter at the look on the bleached vampires face. "Anyanka too." Glory stifled D'Hoffryn's startled yelp with a look, knowing that the demon and the ex- demon were close. Cecily finally realized, and grinned. "And now my minions are going to finish all of them off while they are at the hospital and weak. Nothing to protect now is there? Now talk!" Glory thrust the knife at Spike's face again, stopping millimeters from his eye.
He didn't blink. He didn't move. Glory leaned in closely, wondering if she had overdone it with the whole your friends are dead and more are about to go thing. He lunged forward suddenly, snarling like a beast.
Glory sighed again. "I didn't want to have to do this..." She said before dragging the knife across Spike's ribs in a deep line. Cecily smiled wickedly as she starting pulling torture instruments from a chest, starting with a whip.
"I did." She whispered, almost lovingly in Spike's ear. All he could do was snarl as his first love set about making him scream.
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The Scoobies sat, scattered among the waiting room in the hospital. It smelled like alcohol, the cleaning kind, latex, and a more remote smell of death and fear. They were bandaging up Xander's hand, but they were just keeping him for a little to check it didn't get infected. It was a nasty wound they said, but they didn't ask how he got it. The benefits of living in Sunnydale Buffy sighed to herself. That brought the grand total up to one, one reason why it was good to live in Sunnydale. People had long ago stopped asking questions.
Anya's condition was worse. She still hadn't woken up, and the group couldn't stop thinking that the doctors looked too worried, their robot words of comfort too forced. This was all wrong.
Dawn lay with her head in Buffy's lap. She sighed, knowing later on, when everyone, (and I mean everyone, Anya too Buffy thought) was all right and in the fixed up Magic Box, things would have to be explained. She and Spike's nearly identical dreams with the unnamed threat, and Dawn's new unexplained power.
It scared her this new power. It seemed to be healing, light and good, but roses had thorns. And this thorn was Glory. And now Glory had Spike and she thought he wouldn't tell, even though there was no logical reason for this trust of Spike-he loves you- but Glory could get things from his mind, things he couldn't withhold, no matter how much he wanted too. Buffy could feel her mind winding itself up again, and was almost happy when she saw a doctor approaching them. Gentle, Buffy woke Dawn and they stood with their friends.
"Excuse me are you with..." The doctor paused "Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins?" The doctor shook his head at the long name. When the group nodded its consent, he continued. "Okay, well she had a nasty concussion, but she should be okay." The group let out a collective breath, and Dawn ran to Xander's room to let him know the good news. "Anyway, she'll have to take some meds, some painkillers and pills to help the healing process, and she might forget things once in a while, but otherwise she'll still be your... Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins." The doctor chuckled as the group laughed with relief and hugged.
"Can we see her?" Giles asked, a rare grin on the Watcher's face.
"I'm afraid not yet, she needs to sleep, but don't worry, you can see her tomorrow." The doctor smiled and left.
Its good we don't have to worry, Buffy thought wryly to herself. We already have enough to worry about.
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Authors Note: You like? You hate? Lemme know. Well, don't actually tell me if it sucks, 'cause I swear to god my self-confidence is like a glass vase on a tightrope. So, just don't read it if you don't like it. If you DO like it, then let me know!