Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.49

Fight from Hell

All other info is where it always is

She steps out of the elevator, immediately ducking as an old, wooden chair comes flying past her head. "What the hell," she mumbles to herself. The chair hits the wall of the elevator, making a huge shudder, and she jumps out of the way as splinters, and shards fly out behind her.

Still hunched over, just in case something else comes flying at her, she takes a few tentative steps away from the still open doors of the elevator, and into the middle of the room. Her head turns left to right as she stands up, and takes a survey of the dark recesses of the basement. From the corner of her eye she sees a table being pushed to the back of a room in a fenced off part of the huge place. She watches a few moments, making sure that it isn't her eyes playing tricks on her. The place is murky, and dark so she could've just thought that the table had moved, but it's still moving. "Spike?" Not getting an answer, she makes her way over to the other part of the basement.

She walks over to the fence, and peers around the pole that is barely holding up the rusty gate that is attached to it. She looks around the room, nothing but dirt, a few pieces of old office furniture, and the table that had been pushed over to the other side of the room is the only things that she can see. She decides there's nothing there, and walks purposefully into the partitioned off area.

As she walks, she runs her fingers over the wooden surfaces of the table, and a desk. Stirring up dust as she does so.

She hadn't been paying close attention, until a loud, clanking of metal echoes throughout the huge underground basement. It sounds as if someone has been thrown into a chain link fence or the rattling of a cage door being slammed.

Buffy hastily makes her way over to the back of the room, and sure enough there's another chain link fence partitioning off yet another room. Moreover, it's still shaking and rattling from some sort of impact.

Scanning the other side of the fence, she stands in a defensive position, ready to jump if anything comes her way. She doesn't see anything other than the darkness. I should've brought a flashlight. Although with disappearing act that Spike's been doing lately it shouldn't come as a surprise. She takes a deep breath, shrugging her shoulders, she yells. "Spike? Are you here?"

She hears a loud bang, as if he's trying to answer her.

She takes it as a yes, and works her way down the fence until she finds the opening, and walks through it without any hesitation. She looks around searching for anything that might show her that it's actually her ghostly boyfriend and not just a rat.

The scene she enters into as she turns a corner, in her mind isn't a bad thing, but aside from Spike standing in front of her in all his glory, there's some weird guy standing across from him.

She watches the scene, her head cocked to one side, and arms crossed over her chest trying to make out what's being said. The conversations not loud enough for her to hear, and she takes a few steps toward the duo. To her surprise, and not a little disappointment, Spikes clothes suddenly reappear on his body. The blonde ghost-vamp makes his way over to the guy on the other side of the room, and swings with all of his might. She watches as the hand actually makes contact, and knocks the guy back a few feet.

Spike stands looking in awe at the fist he'd just used to sucker punch the guy.

Finally giving up her silent reverie, she breathes out his name, and rushes into the battle with him.

She moves closer to them and when she's almost to him, Spike turns to look at her. "Buffy." The statement of her name makes her smile at him, and he smiles back. With his attention on his girl, he doesn't realize that the guy is right behind him, until the force of the swing to the back of his head makes him fall to his knees.

As he regains his senses, he looks back up to her, with pleading eyes that almost make her shed a tear. "Pet, GO," he shouts at her.

With tears nearly spilling, she gazes at him. "You have to be upstairs, in the lab," she answers, as she tries to keep from rushing to his side, and help with the defense.

"I'll be there, Luv." His chin comes up, and the corner of his lip comes up. "Tell them to research..." The guy kicks him in the back, making the air rush out of him. "You bloody!" He growls, as he struggles back up to his feet. "Pavayne, Luv. That's the wankers name." He turns to the guy behind him, and swings a fist at him. "Now, GO!" As he knocks Pavayne back, he takes the time to look over his shoulder at her. "I'll be there, Pet. Promise."

She silently turns on her heel, and runs all the way back to the elevator. He hears the motor pull her up from the depths of hell, and turns back to Pavayne. "So, where were we?"

"Was that your little, girl," the man asks in a condescending tone as he slowly creeps toward Spike. "Pretty, little thing isn't she? To bad this will be the last time you see her." Pavayne's hand whips out, Spike jumps away from the bolt of magic, and turns to see that there's a fiery, portal to hell right behind him.

"Is she the reason you fight your destiny so?"

Spike shoulders straighten, as he turns from the portal, and looks the evil bastard in the eye. "Among other things, but have to admit she's most of it you, pillock." With the explanation his fist comes around in a powerful right hook. The blow knocking Pavayne back a few steps. His foot flies out with blinding speed, as the man steps back in front of him, and it hits his midsection, knocking him on his back.

Spike looks on with a smug expression as he watches the other apparition climb back up to his feet. "You know. You were right."

Pavayne looks at the vampire, a look of total confusion mars his grotesque face.

Spike concentrates, within ten seconds there's a lit cigarette between his lips, and he takes a deep drag from it. Blowing the smoke out of his nostrils, he glares condescendingly at Pavayne. "You know the if you want it bad enough spiel that you were spoutin' off about, before Buffy interrupted our little convo?"

Pavayne nods his head in understanding.

Spike chuckles, takes another drag from the ghostly cigarette, and flips at the man. "Well, you know what I want , right now?"

Pavayne stands silently.

Spike swings his right fist at him, and lands the punch on Pavaynes nose. "I want..." His left hand comes into play for a while. "To kick your pansy, pasty ass, all over the place, and use your severed head to mop up all of the blood I'm going to merrily spill." Spikes fists fly, as he talks, pummeling the object of his torment for the better part of the last few weeks. The only problem is that every bruise, cut, or broken bone he gives, Pavayne can instantly repair it.

He knocks the prat around, and seems to be getting the upper hand, but somehow Pavayne gets his hand on his arms, and throws him into the air, he passes through a few floors, and finally gains concentration and lands in Wesley's office.

Spike lands sprawled in front of the big, oak desk. As he regains his footing, Pavayne is somehow behind him, and starts to hit him, knocking him through a few offices, and straight into the lab.

Yet again Spike is sprawled out on the floor. Everyone gasps, as shelving shakes, and beakers fall off of them with no apparent reason.

Fred is standing on a ladder with a huge piece of curved metal. Ancient runes are etched in it, and she's talking a mile a minute trying to explain why they are there.

Buffy stands underneath her, using her strength to hold the piece up while Fred attaches it to another piece, the look she's giving the other girl seems like she may be interested in what the scientist is saying. Anyone who knows her automatically knows that she's bored senseless, and just wants it to be over with a soon as possible.

The commotion on the other side of the room startles Buffy, and she drops her end of the arc.

"Buffy!" Fred's scream brings the girl back to herself, and what she'd been doing for the last few minutes. She reaches back up to steady the huge piece of metal. "Sorry," she says meekly, with a pink hint on her cheeks.

She looks back over her shoulder as she continues to hold the metal up for Fred. The shelves are still shaking and the beakers are still breaking, along with other lab equipment.

Placing the completed device on the floor, Buffy stands up. She's fed up with the fight that has nearly destroyed the lab. She may not be able to see it, but she knows that Spike and that creep Pavayne are still going at it full force. "Spike, dammit! You two are destroying the lab."

The door to the lab opens, Angel and the rest of the people who were researching rush in.

"Dear lord! What on earth?" Giles looks around at the destruction that has been caused by whatever hurricane happened through in the past few hours.

Angel ignores Giles, as he strides purposefully over to Buffy. "We know what's going on with this Pavayne guy." He announces to her as he comes to a stand still in front of her.

Buffy gives him the patented Summers eye roll. "Well, please keep us all hanging for a couple more days," she retorts sarcastically. "Maybe by then the fight will have destroyed the whole building." Sarcasm drips from her tongue.

At the mention of a fight, Angels face gets a slightly confused aspect. "Fight?"

"Yeah, what could've happened to cause this kind of damage?" She turns to show him the lab.

He hadn't even noticed that the farthest part of the lab had been virtually destroyed. "What the hell happened here?"

"I guess you could call, Hurricane Spike."

The dark vampire takes an accessing look about the lab, and shrugs his shoulders. "Anyway, Pavayne isn't a ghost in the strictest sense." He sighs, placing his hands in his pockets. "Wolfram and Hart sacrificed him to desecrate the ground this building is built on. They used him because he was the evilest anything they could find. He may as well have been Satan himself."

A look of total confusion makes its way onto Buffy's face. "Why does he want Spike? Angel there has to be a reason for it." She can hear the pleading tone in her voice; she hates it, but can't help it.

Spike had eavesdropped on the conversation between his grandsire and Buffy. Taking what Angel had told her, and what Pavayne had told him. He started to piece a plan together. The only problem being, how the hell is he going to pull it off?

(Woo Hoo! Another chapter down. Want to thank everyone that reviewed last chapter. Hope this one is good. My first fight scene. Lilmamaday: Glad to have you back. Was wondering what happened to you. Spuffyfan4eva: Thanks. Kari: You rock. I seen that I have quite a few new readers, and I want to say thanks so much, you guys don't realize how much your support means.)