"Good job, Childe." A voice clapped. Buffy opened her eyes. Dru walked to Buffy and lifted her out of the flower bed, "You were a quick one. It took Spike hours longer than you."
"Maybe it's the damn slayer that used to own this body." She said, she wiped some dirt off of her stomach and smiled, "I'm hungry, where's dinner?"
"That's my girl." Drusilla said as she walked out of the garden and into the street.
The older man watched from his porch as the two women pushed a man into a wall. The each took a side of the mans neck and bit him, with what looked like fangs. The mans neck was soon turned into shreds. He stood up and walked back into his house.
"Honey? I need my crazy pills."
Michael slowly walked in and made sure that the coast was clear. As soon as he was sure that it was, he motioned the others in. Willow first, then Tara, then Anya, then Xander - wearing black attire, and finally Joyce. All of the Scooby's were amazed at how it looked.
"Wow, this is exactly what I pictured the inside of a microwave would look like." Xander said.
"Xander, did I ever tell you how sexy you look in black?" Anya asked him. Willow elbowed her in her side.
"Anya, shhh." Willow said.
Then Willow pointed to two guard walking towards them. They were talking about whether white or wheat bread was better. One of them stopped when they heard Willow whisper.
"Great going Willow, how about you tell all the secret initiative men about us being here." Anya whispered. Michael ran out in front of them, and swung his fists at their faces. They were unconscious within seconds. But that wasn't good enough for Michael. He kicked there heads off at full force. The Scooby's stared for a second.
"Let's go, we need to hurry." Michael said, cracking his neck. The Scooby's nodded and followed him through a maze of corridors. They had met about twelve men, and all of them had their heads kicked off. Then Michael led them into a long hallway of cages. Michael stopped at the last one.
"Oh, my god." Xander said, "You look like shit."
Spike did, in fact. His eyes were sunken into their sockets, He looked even skinnier than he normally did. His lips looked purple and frozen. To make it worse, his skin had started to turn blue.
"Spike?" Joyce asked.
"He's dead." Tara said, Willow grabbed her girlfriends hand.
"No, he's not." Michael said, he punched the controller that controlled the door/gate/cage thing and it flew open, " Xander, carry Spike."
Xander didn't pick Spike up, or even move.
"Now, there's going to be people coming in here, and unless you want to fight them, then carry Spike." Michael said, Xander nodded and picked up Spike. Michael pushed the Scooby's behind him, just as four men came running in ready to fight. Michael smiled.
"Recognize me?" He asked. He got into fighting stance, and waited for the men to make the first move. But they didn't. He took a step foreword. And then he heard Willow yell yes.
"It worked." She said, starting to do the Snoopy dance, " I did it, me, I did it."
"What did you do?" Anya asked. Michael touched one of the men.
"There frozen." Michael said.
"Only temporary, though." Willow said.
"Then we shouldn't waste anytime." Xander said motioning towards the door leading out of the hallway.
"No." Michael said, he punched the closest frozen soldier and the human parts cracked and fell to the ground like Ice. He did the same to the other three and then noticed that his hands were bleeding.
"You need some gauze." Tara said, she grabbed his hand and whispered a few inaudible words. Then his hands were dressed in gauze.
"Thanks." He said. They hurried out of the hallway and through the long stretch of other ones. And then they reached the entrance that they had entered through. Then they heard gun shots. A lot of them.
The hallway opposite of the Scooby's escape had about twenty people shooting at them. One hit Michael in the side, and another one hit Joyce on her hip. Tara and Willow put up a force field around them. Michael picked up Joyce and they ran out. They continued to run until they thought they were safe, which was a cemetery.
"They're going to come to Joyce's house first so we cant go there." Michael said, "I think that they know where you guys live, so we cant go there, either."
"What about L.A.?" Willow said. She yanked one last time and the bullet finally got out of Joyce's leg. Tara then sat down next to her and started to sew Joyce's leg back up.
"L.A.?" Michael asked.
"There's a lot of people there, so it's be harder for them to find us."
"What are we going to do about Spike?" Anya said, she looked down at the sick unconscious vampire.
"Are you sure he's alive?" Willow asked.
"If he was dead he'd be dust." Michael said.
"Oh, yeah." Willow said. Tara finished fixing up Joyce and Willow grabbed the needle from Tara.
"Doesn't human blood help heal vampires?" Willow asked.
"yeah." Michael said. Willow stepped foreword, and then quickly stabbed the needle into her wrist. Even though it only went in a few millimeters, blood started to pour out. She put her wrist onto spikes lips and let the blood drain down his throat. After a few minutes, she took her wrist away from him, and held her thumb over the hole.
"Why did you do that?" Xander asked angrily, "What if Spike went bad and drank up all your blood."
"he didn't." Willow said.
"He could have." Xander said.
"We need his help to find Buffy." Willow said.
"Xander." Anya said, she held his arm, " Willow's right. We should all he stepping in line to give him some of our blood. He need's it. He looks like he's been starved."
"He has." Michael said, " I know what it looks like when a vampires been starved. I've seen it many times when they had me locked up."
"Anya's right. And so is Willow." Tara said, she scraped her wrist on a broken gravestone and placed it on Spike's lips. And again after a few minutes she removed her wrist. Spike was already looking better, but still unconscious. Everyone looked at Xander.
"I'm not going to." Xander said.
"Xander, you know darn well that I'm not human, Michael isn't either, and Joyce cant. So give Spike some human blood." Anya said.
"Anya, it's OK." Willow said, "Xander, How much gas does your car have?"
"A full tank. Why?" Xander asked.
"Were going to need a ride." Willow said.
"Were going to L.A.?" Xander asked.
"Were going to the City of Angels." Willow said.