Buffy awoke to the now familiar feeling of pain. She looked up, eyes wide to find a needle pulling up from her arm, filled with what she thought was her own blood. Everything was blurry, so she couldn't tell for sure. No, it was her blood. Images of the Master killing her flooded Buffy's head. She started to shake and scream. The metal straps cutting into her wrists let more of her blood drip, not helping her delusions caused by the lack of it. "I told you not to take her blood yet." Said the head surgeon. In Buffy's head she could hear a buzzing, which could only be the outside world, she wanted to get back to it, she didn't want to die over and over again. Suddenly the real world flashed as she blinked. She glared at the surgeons. "You bastards, you twisted freaks." Is all Buffy had a chance to snarl before the sedative kicked-in.
A dark figure watched in the shadows. His emotions brought him to near insanity, what he saw almost killed him. He almost rushed in, but he knew if he did that they'd never save her and he'd probably die. He walked along the wall quietly lest they see him sneak out and ruin the plan that already seemed like an eternity.
"Who beat her up that bad?" Questioned the head surgeon to one of the guards as he finished working on the girl that lay almost life-less on the table. "I think it was Sergeant Blaine, he found her in the forest beat up, but this," he glanced at the delicate body. "Was unnecessary, he doesn't like her, she let out a witch and almost escaped herself. He shot her three times, it takes a lot to get this girl down." He turned head at the skinny girl again, he really didn't like his job anymore. The Sergeant had said she had super natural powers so it was 'okay'. He himself had seen her strength once on patrol but she was saving a bunch of kids from some chaos demons. She had gotten hurt doing so and had even limped the children home, he thought she looked bad then… He had to find someone. A light bulb went into the guard's head. He would find the girl's friends, and Riley. Wait, this was Riley's girlfriend, RILEY's girlfriend, his friend's love. He watched her sleep and offered to take the next operates shift, he agreed, Private Tezman was going to protect her, and find Riley to help save her. He looked at her folder, Buffy Anne Summers, that was her name, he'd help Buffy no one would hurt her.
Angel ran through the forest, Willow had come this way just hours before, he could smell it. He also smelt sunrise, he had ten minutes to get to his car, the tinted windows would protect him. He pushed himself faster and leaped into his car just seconds before sunrise. "Cordelia, floor it." Angel commanded. He was fuming, "Never, never had she looked that bad," Giles had told him she had looked bad on the phone but… Angel sighed. "but the way she looked she looked like she could not even lift a finger, and her screaming….." It was worse than being in Hell for the hundred years that Buffy sent him to.
