"Where could they be?" Tara asked everyone.
"I don't believe there's a single place in this bloody city that we haven't checked," Giles said, completely exhausted. He sat at the wooden desk in the living room. His glasses were held between his pinkie and ring finger on his right hand while the other fingers rubbed his temple.
"There has to be something. Will, can you do a locator spell?" Xander asked.
"I've tried three times already. According to the results she's dropped off this astro-plain, possibly in a different dimension."
"Can you locate her in a different dimension? Ya know, pin point where she is?"
"Xander there's thousands and thousands of cosmos out there. There's no way we could pin point anything outside of this dimension," Tara informed, amazingly calm.
"There has to be something," Xander persisted. He took up his pacing again.
"We're trying Xander. You're not the only one who's worried about Buffy," Willow informed him.
"What about Spike? He's missing too, maybe Captain Peroxide took her."
"How could he? I mean, he has that chip in his head, not to mention Buffy could take him in a fight," Willow rationalized.
"Maybe he got someone else to do it. Have we forgotten about Adam?"
Giles put his glasses back on the brim of his nose and he faced the rest of the group. "We must calm down and face this rationally. We'll keep looking, check more tombs, hospitals, maybe some more magic, but we must stop fighting amongst ourselves."
Xander nodded. "Okay, so what should we do?"
"I don't know!"
"We can't run forever Buffy!"
"I know Spike! We just have to make sure-" Buffy was cut off by the werewolf's sudden appearance.
"Bloody hell!" Spike screamed. "I thought it was behind us!"
"It is," Buffy said, very worried with her head turned behind them.
Spike turned his head and noticed the previous werewolf was just seconds away from swallowing them in one gulp. "When was there two? All of a sudden there's two!" Buffy already took off to the left and he quickly started after her. "How are there two!"
"The Grandma."
"She should be dead if that thing touched her!"
"Should, but isn't. We need to come up with something fast."
"Right now would be helpful Slayer. You're supposed to be resourceful."
"Hey, I'm not the only one in this scenario," Buffy argued.
The werewolves split up and worked on a cut-off strategy. The ground was shaking immensely and Buffy and Spike couldn't run any faster. The werewolves were gaining ground and successfully cornered them.
"Crap." Buffy said. She looked at the huge, hairy beasts that towered above them. "I got a plan."
"Better late than never."
"They eat me and you run."
Spike turned to her in shock. "What! What kind of plan is that? That could've been accomplished ages ago."
"I get swallowed whole and then you cut me from the stomach."
"Only one problem love, Grandma was eaten too but in this rendition she's a werewolf."
"Just get out of here and figure something out." Buffy pushed him away.
Spike started running, knowing he couldn't change her mind. His heart was being torn to pieces within his chest as he heard them growl and huff. He couldn't bring himself to turn his head, in fear of his heroically stupid ambitions of running to her and getting them both killed.
"This is terrific!" Pernicus exclaimed. "They're going to die, just like you planned!"
"Don't get so cocky Pernicus."
He stopped his jovial celebration. "Why're you raining on the parade? It's in your honor."
"This Slayer is extremely intelligent. You can't rule victory out on her part." Iniquity stared at the crystal ball, appearing to be mesmerized. She saw one of the werewolves snatch Buffy from the ground with its mouth and discard of her in one gulp. Iniquity watched it with much interest.
Spike had searched the previously traveled route of their first escape for his ax. He started at their drop off and of coarse found it at the beginning of their run through the woods. "Always the last bloody place you look." Now all he had to do was find the werewolves. As he was searching he ran through his life cycle since the first time he made it to Sunnydale. First he tried killing Buffy and her mom, then he teamed up with her to stop Angelus, and then he kidnapped Willow to do a spell. After that he came back and found Adam who he helped try to stop her and then he fell in love with her a few months later. Now he craved to be around, hear her voice and breathe her sweet fragrance of lavender and vanilla.
They have definitely had their bumps in the road, or in their case collisions. Actually there isn't even a 'their' there. He's been fixated with her and he has yet to tell her. Don't' think she'd appreciate it much. She'd probably kick my ass.
He heard a rustle in a bush, however with his hearing the bush could be a mile away. A werewolf came charging down the path. He tried hard to run but his body wouldn't let him. He held the ax tightly and readied himself for extreme impact. Suddenly, the werewolf stopped. It looked down at its stomach as if he never saw it. Without warning something bursts out of his chest like an alien. It was another werewolf that leapt over Spike's head.
Buffy.
The other werewolf's immense carcass looked like a skin rug with shotty craftsman ship. Its innards were in a disorganized pile around it and blood ran like a river from the corpse. The werewolf was soaked with blood and it didn't seem to mind. It actually licked itself and enjoyed every drop it could taste. After a minute of bathing it shook itself free of the rest and turned its attention to Spike.
Spike first tried to ration with it. "Buffy? It's me. Spike. I mean, I know we don't get along, well, at all, but if ya kill me ya might be stuck here forever. So why don't you not do that and we'll figure somethin' out."
The werewolf growled in anger. She had the same large white fangs and loads of drool as the previous.
"No then?" Spike asked.
She growled again then got in running position. Spike quickly noticed and darted through the woods to his right. The werewolf followed him.
"Bloody Slayer and her stupid plans!" Spike kept running and made his way to the field Buffy found herself in. Of coarse he didn't know this and he kinda had his hands full. He continued fleeing and tried to come up with a plan. "How are you s'posed to think while a giant fur coat's chasin' after ya and intendin' on eatin' ya?" he asked himself. He knew his criticism wasn't helping but this was by far the strangest day of his life. And after living in Sunnydale for a year, that's saying a lot.
The werewolf jumped in the air and landed right in front of Spike. It tried to grab him with its teeth but he fell to the ground as he attempted to turn around. "Bloody hell!" He scrambled to his feet and ran in the opposite direction. He made it about twenty feet before the other werewolf made an appearance. "Son of a bitch!" he screamed. He looked back and forth between the werewolves and came up with an idea. "I just hope this stupid plan works." He ran toward the other werewolf (which is the Grandmother) and made Buffy chase after him. He slid between her legs and just lied in the grass under its stomach wondering what the hell he was doing.
The werewolf (Buffy) got angry and swatted at the Grandmother werewolf. She growled and jumped on Buffy. They started biting and fighting with each other. "It bloody worked." He flipped over to his stomach and watched them fight. He wasn't sure who was who any more but he kept rooting for Buffy. Silently of coarse because otherwise they would remember that he was there.
One of the werewolves finally sunk its teeth in the other's neck and jerked them to the ground. The injured werewolf was trying to swat the opposing werewolf off but it kept its grip. The werewolf fell to the ground in a lifeless slump while the other just laid there, with it's teeth still in place, making sure it had really won.
"I hope that's Buffy," Spike whispered to himself.
The werewolf abruptly turned its glance to Spike.
"Oh balls."
The werewolf growled and charged him. Spike took off, back into the woods but quickly stopped when he realized he didn't see the werewolf any more. "Bloody hell." He looked up and around but he couldn't see it anywhere. Spike straightened his back and walked with purpose back into the meadow. "All right, that's it. I'm done bein' your meal to-go. Come out and get me! I'm ready!" He held onto his ax and waited for it to bolt out somewhere. Anywhere. Nothing happened. "What the-" He walked further into the meadow and saw a naked body lying in the grass. He recognized the blonde hair immediately and ran towards her, dropping his ax. "Buffy!"
Buffy's body was lying stomach down in the grass. She had more scrapes on her body, probably from the fight. He turned her over and fully realized the fact that she was naked. "Bloody hell!" He laid her down and kept his eyes off her. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his body. Spike went to wrap it around her but paused when he saw her breasts. "Nice," he commented before cloaking her with his shirt. He picked her up and carried her back into the woods in hope of finding another house.
"What happened!" Pernicus yelled. "She was a werewolf and she was going to eat him! Why is she human!"
"Red Riding Hood doesn't become a werewolf in the story," Iniquity said, hiding her annoyance that her plan failed.
"So! The wolf isn't a werewolf but that happened?"
"Yes, but the story can probably only be bent so much."
"But she was there and he was about to die, I don't-" Pernicus was cut off by his body suddenly hitting a tree. "Ow!" Then his head started repeatedly hitting the tree and he kept saying "Ow! Ow! Ow!" after every impact.
Iniquity kept flicking her right pointer finger, which made Pernicus's head hit the tree. She stopped after about the fifteenth time and returned to her work. She thought of another story to send them to and circled her fingers around the crystal ball.
The surrounding abruptly changed. Now it looked like Spike was in a field of extremely tall grass. It towered above his head and a nearby tree looked like a skyscraper. Buffy! She was gone. Where is she? I have to- He went to run but found he couldn't. He looked down at himself. "Oh balls," he said. He saw someone rise from the ground. It was Buffy. Right now Spike was as big as her palm.
Buffy looked around with confusion. She was wearing a dark blue dress that clung to her body and had a minimal neckline. "Great. What Steven King fairytale is this?"
"Buffy!" Spike called to her.
"Spike?" she said. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Look down!"
Buffy turned her attention to the grass beneath her feet and her mouth dropped at the sight. "Spike?"
"Yeah."
Buffy tried holding back her laughter but it came out anyway. "You're a frog."
"Are ya sure?" he asked, pretending he didn't know. Sometimes I just don't know about this girl.
Buffy continued laughing on the inside. "This is really funny."
"Yes, hilarious. Now how does this book go."
"Uh, I bring you to the castle, you eat dinner with me and my father and then you ask to sleep in my room. Then I kiss you and… ewww," Buffy commenting realizing she wasn't only kissing a frog but the frog was Spike.
"You kiss me?"
"And you become a human."
"Kiss me now! Kiss me now!" Spike said, jumping in the air.
"I'm not kissing you."
"What? You have to. The story says so!" he defended.
"What're you gonna do Kermit?"
"Buffy, be fair. I helped you when you turned back into a human after your werewolf phase."
Buffy took a deep breath. He had a point. Damn him. She picked him up in her hand and gave him a kiss on the head. Nothing happened. "Maybe you need to actually kiss me."
"I did."
"On the head."
"It was still a kiss."
"Buffy!" Spike yelled.
"Do you really think you should be using that tone when I can crush you with my foot?" Buffy prepared herself for the kiss and laid one on his lips. Still nothing. Buffy dropped him and wiped her mouth. She started spitting.
"I thought I became a human."
"Yeah well, I just kissed a frog." She wiped her mouth harder, trying to get the unseen germs off.
"Maybe it's something else. Let's head to your castle."
"Fine with me." Buffy got up and wiped herself off. Luckily the castle was in sight and they didn't have to go looking for it. Buffy started walking and Spike hopped behind her.
"Hey, Buffy. Can you carry me?" he asked.
"What?"
"Carry me? These legs don't' jump very well."
Buffy sighed. "Fine." She held out her hand and he jumped in. They made it to the castle and got in with no problem.
"This is goin' surprisingly well."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to compliment how well something is or isn't going? It leads to bad."
"Sorry," he said in annoyance.
Buffy made it to the dining hall where Giles was sat at the end. "Giles!" She ran to him and gave him a hug.
"Well good evening daughter." He hugged her back. "Oh goodness, where is your golden ball?"
"Huh? Oh, right. Uh, it fell into a well. I think."
"Well I shall have one of the knights retrieve it." He gestured to one and he started on his way.
"Thank you."
"Hey!" Spike yelled in a whisper.
Buffy placed him on the table. "Dad, this is a frog who… got my golden ball out of the well and he asked to have dinner with us."
"I thought your ball is in the well."
"It is. It fell back in but I didn't want to make him get it again."
"Oh, well then I accept you as my guest," he said to the little green frog.
"Thank you," Spike answered.
Shortly after, knights came running in. "Sire, we are under attack!"
"That's it?" Buffy said with surprise.
"Warlocks, trolls and flying demons by the looks of it."
"Crap."
"Never compliment on how good something is going," Spike mocked Buffy.
"Shut up Spike."
"Daughter, go hide in your chamber. Now!"
"But I-"
"Now!" Giles yelled. He gestured to the stairs behind him.
Buffy grabbed Spike and ran up the stairs to her room after five other mistakes.
Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the reviews. I'm glad you're liking it. And I already have the story planned out and from your suggestions you gave me, I think you'll be pleased.