"Where's Spike?" Buffy had just asked and everyone looked around.
"Probably boozing it up at the bar," Xander replied. They looked over there, but didn't see him.
"Maybe he went out back," Buffy said, "I'm going to go and check."
She grabbed her purse, which had many weapons in it, and headed out back. There was no sign of Spike, but there was sign of a struggle. 'What could have happened to him?' she wondered.
Meanwhile...
Spike was sitting in a chair, tied up tightly to a chair. A figure was going in circles around him, but he couldn't make out who it was.
"What did you do to her Spike?" the figure asked. Then Spike knew who it was.
Angel stepped into the light.
"Answer me!" he yelled.
"Didn' do anything, mate," Spike replied.
"Well, until you tell me what you did," Angel paused to go over and get something, "Then we'll just have to persuade you," he stopped in front of Spike revealing a box of matches(A/N Trust me, this is NOT the worst thing that will happen to him).
"I'm telling you, you ponce, I didn't do ANYTHING!" Spike replied angrily.
Angel took out one of the matches and lit it up. He opened Spike's shirt and placed the lit match on his chest. Spike did not scream, although you could see the pain in his eyes.
"Doesn't hurt enough? Well, we'll have to try something bigger," and with that, Angel went over to the tools. He came back with a long jagged dagger.
"What did you do to her?" Angel repeated.
"Bloody hell, poof! I didn't do anything!" Spike said, really really mad at Angel.
Angel took the long dagger and stuck it in Spike's stomach. Then he twisted it to the right two inches. Spike didn't hesitate screaming this time.
"Now, once more," Angel exclaimed turning the dagger centimeter by centimeter to the right, "What did you do to her?"
Spike didn't know what to say. He just prayed to whoever was up there that Buffy would find him soon.
Spike didn't know how much time had gone by. All he knew was that he was in so much pain. Every second he thought Angel was doing something to him, even if he wasn't at that time. Sometimes Spike would hallucinate that Buffy was there, fighting against Angel, trying to save him.
But that wasn't true. And if she didn't get there soon, there probably wouldn't be anything left TO save.
"Well," Angel began as he walked toward the blonde vampire, "You were always a stubborn one. So...I'm going to ask you one more time-What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?"
"I-I didn't do anything, you poof!" Spike tried to yell at him, but found that it was hard to even speak because of the condition that he was in.
"Fine Spike," Angel replied, "We'll just see what else we have in the fun box...,"
Buffy was still looking for Spike. She hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. But then she heard a scream. She ran towards it. She came to a building. Something clicked in her brain. It was the warehouse! Of course!
She went in and saw Spike tied to a chair. She ran over to him and looked him over. He looked terrible. He had so many wounds and he was bleeding so badly that she could barely stand it.
"Hey, Spike," Buffy said. She noticed that he was starting to drift off, "Stay with me, ok?"
But it was no use. He had fainted.
Then she saw Angel behind him. She wanted to do everything that he had done to Spike and more. She was so angry at him.
"Buffy! There you are! What has Spike done to you?" Angel said smiling.
"What has HE done to ME?" Buffy said shakily, "What have YOU done to HIM?"
"I thought-," Angel began, but he was cut off by her.
"Well you thought wrong! Get the hell out of this town before I REALLY make you regret it!" Buffy yelled tearing up.
Angel looked hurt, but decided to back off. She was the Slayer after all. Then he left. For good. For now anyway.
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