"I don't know what else to try Angel, it's Buffy, she's stubborn."
Willow said walking into the kitchen with a full bowl of double-chocolate-
mint-chip ice cream.
" I just don't know either, it's like she's here but not wanting to be, and some times I question that." Angel said taking the bowl from Willow. "But her not having an appetite has got to stop, she's endangering more than one person now."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
// I have got to get out of here// She thought. Usually when she was depressed she got to go and kill something and everything was better, but ever since her loss of powers and subsequent loss of privileges to live, well live like a slayer, she hasn't been able to do that. Yes she knew she was quickly approaching her due date and she could deliver any day now but this was ridiculous.
//I can't even go out of my own house!// She thought as she picked up her sword.// A little time in my old basement training wont hurt me or the baby// She swung her leg over the railing of the balcony and jumped to the tree. Despite her lack of powers she still had a good six years of gymnastics and grabbing onto the tree limb and landing on her feet she thanked everyone of those years.
"See nothing is attacking me in broad daylight and I'm not in need of constant care. I am the slayer I think I can handle walking down the street!" She said out loud as she walked down her old block and snuck into her old house. // I NEED to do this, I have to feel in control again//. After the attempted rape this was her best therapy. A slayer without her powers was like a traveler without a map, lost.
This would give her a sense of power again and reassure her she was ok for the final time and without her friends a family reassuring her that she was. She needed to prove this to herself.
She rounded the corner of her old hallway and was whistling to herself until a cold hand came around her face and pulled her against a broad chest.
"Tsk, tsk Buffy you should have stayed with you demon lover. Now it looks like I have a very valuable HST bait and a little revenge rolled into one." The cold voice whispered into her ear before a cool cloth came over her mouth and blackness consumed her vision.
~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Faith ran down the stair and into the living room out of breath and looking very pissed off and worried at the same time.
"Please tell me Buffy is in the bathroom or down here and this is some bad joke." She hissed throwing a paper at Giles.
"Oh my. Get Angel and the others, we are going to need to find her immediately." He said laying a surveillance photo of Buffy lying on the floor of a barren cell on the dinning room table.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"How did we not know she got out of the house!" Angel yelled throwing down, once again, the picture of his Buffy, now very crumpled and worn, on the table.
"It's not like she needed to be baby-sat every second of the day!" Faith countered as she handed a weapon to the pissed vampire.
"Obviously she did!" Angel hissed as he examined his sword before taking a few practice swings.
"Did you ever think that's what drove her to sneak out of the house in the first place?" Faith said opening the door to the weapons room and letting him out.
"Touché." He said. "So any idea where she is?" directing the question to the researching group that had formed in the kitchen.
"It's definitely the Initiative." Xander said. "They are the only group that would do this kind of thing and have that kind of cell. Though why they did it is beyond me. Buffy is human."
"True Xander but she is cooking a demons bun in the oven if you know what I mean." Willow chimed in. "They are probably wanting to research and probe and other scientific evilness."
"I think that's enough Willow." Giles said already seeing the worry mount on Angel's face. "That's where we think she is, but the actual location of the compound is still a mystery. Buffy did happen to mention once that the compound was in or fairly close to the college itself." Giles said adjusting his glasses.
"Well we have to find her, we have to rescue her because for once Buffy can't save herself..." Angel said looking at the group.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The black turned to gray, then the gray turned to fuzzy colors until the fuzzy colors took shape. She was alone, in a cell and totally defenseless.
"So much for some non threatening training." She said out loud as she sat up.
"I see you're awake Ms. Summers." Professor Walsh said as she came into view. "Nice to see again, though I apologize for my lack of hospitality, where are my manners? Riley see if the girl would like something to drink before the London crew gets here."
Buffy was confused. "London crew? I'm leaving?"
"Oh you think the government wants to deal with you? OH no my dear. Though you would be an interesting study, an infertile vampire impregnating a born enemy, quite an interesting subject. But maybe another time, no you see we were paid to capture you, quite a handsome sum too, much too good to pass up." She said pacing back and forth in front of Buffy's cell. "Though we couldn't pass up the chance to attract another hostile or two into containment. Especially the father of your special condition."
Buffy's eyes widened in terror and a rush of tears threatened to flow down her face.
"NO!" She cried out her voice betraying and tears betraying her calm demeanor she had just seconds before.
"Why yes my dear, it's a win-win situation."
"No stay away from Angel! I swear on my grave I will come and kill your entire compound and take great pleasure in killing you if so much of one hair is hurt on Angel's or my daughters head!" She yelled running up o the glass and banging her fists in a vain attempt to release some built up fury.
But Professor Walsh just gave and evil smirk and walked away, signaling to a few patrol commandos on the way.
"Wait you never told me who this 'London crew' is!" Buffy yelled to her vanishing figure.
"Oh my dear it's none other than your employers: The Watchers Council." She said giving a small laugh and a wave.
With that Buffy gave up hope, if her on side was against her, the very people that were supposed to watch and protect her than why was she fighting? She slide down her cell wall in defeat, whispering 'I'm sorry-s' to the taupe walls and holding herself for what little comfort that could bring her.
" I just don't know either, it's like she's here but not wanting to be, and some times I question that." Angel said taking the bowl from Willow. "But her not having an appetite has got to stop, she's endangering more than one person now."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
// I have got to get out of here// She thought. Usually when she was depressed she got to go and kill something and everything was better, but ever since her loss of powers and subsequent loss of privileges to live, well live like a slayer, she hasn't been able to do that. Yes she knew she was quickly approaching her due date and she could deliver any day now but this was ridiculous.
//I can't even go out of my own house!// She thought as she picked up her sword.// A little time in my old basement training wont hurt me or the baby// She swung her leg over the railing of the balcony and jumped to the tree. Despite her lack of powers she still had a good six years of gymnastics and grabbing onto the tree limb and landing on her feet she thanked everyone of those years.
"See nothing is attacking me in broad daylight and I'm not in need of constant care. I am the slayer I think I can handle walking down the street!" She said out loud as she walked down her old block and snuck into her old house. // I NEED to do this, I have to feel in control again//. After the attempted rape this was her best therapy. A slayer without her powers was like a traveler without a map, lost.
This would give her a sense of power again and reassure her she was ok for the final time and without her friends a family reassuring her that she was. She needed to prove this to herself.
She rounded the corner of her old hallway and was whistling to herself until a cold hand came around her face and pulled her against a broad chest.
"Tsk, tsk Buffy you should have stayed with you demon lover. Now it looks like I have a very valuable HST bait and a little revenge rolled into one." The cold voice whispered into her ear before a cool cloth came over her mouth and blackness consumed her vision.
~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Faith ran down the stair and into the living room out of breath and looking very pissed off and worried at the same time.
"Please tell me Buffy is in the bathroom or down here and this is some bad joke." She hissed throwing a paper at Giles.
"Oh my. Get Angel and the others, we are going to need to find her immediately." He said laying a surveillance photo of Buffy lying on the floor of a barren cell on the dinning room table.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"How did we not know she got out of the house!" Angel yelled throwing down, once again, the picture of his Buffy, now very crumpled and worn, on the table.
"It's not like she needed to be baby-sat every second of the day!" Faith countered as she handed a weapon to the pissed vampire.
"Obviously she did!" Angel hissed as he examined his sword before taking a few practice swings.
"Did you ever think that's what drove her to sneak out of the house in the first place?" Faith said opening the door to the weapons room and letting him out.
"Touché." He said. "So any idea where she is?" directing the question to the researching group that had formed in the kitchen.
"It's definitely the Initiative." Xander said. "They are the only group that would do this kind of thing and have that kind of cell. Though why they did it is beyond me. Buffy is human."
"True Xander but she is cooking a demons bun in the oven if you know what I mean." Willow chimed in. "They are probably wanting to research and probe and other scientific evilness."
"I think that's enough Willow." Giles said already seeing the worry mount on Angel's face. "That's where we think she is, but the actual location of the compound is still a mystery. Buffy did happen to mention once that the compound was in or fairly close to the college itself." Giles said adjusting his glasses.
"Well we have to find her, we have to rescue her because for once Buffy can't save herself..." Angel said looking at the group.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The black turned to gray, then the gray turned to fuzzy colors until the fuzzy colors took shape. She was alone, in a cell and totally defenseless.
"So much for some non threatening training." She said out loud as she sat up.
"I see you're awake Ms. Summers." Professor Walsh said as she came into view. "Nice to see again, though I apologize for my lack of hospitality, where are my manners? Riley see if the girl would like something to drink before the London crew gets here."
Buffy was confused. "London crew? I'm leaving?"
"Oh you think the government wants to deal with you? OH no my dear. Though you would be an interesting study, an infertile vampire impregnating a born enemy, quite an interesting subject. But maybe another time, no you see we were paid to capture you, quite a handsome sum too, much too good to pass up." She said pacing back and forth in front of Buffy's cell. "Though we couldn't pass up the chance to attract another hostile or two into containment. Especially the father of your special condition."
Buffy's eyes widened in terror and a rush of tears threatened to flow down her face.
"NO!" She cried out her voice betraying and tears betraying her calm demeanor she had just seconds before.
"Why yes my dear, it's a win-win situation."
"No stay away from Angel! I swear on my grave I will come and kill your entire compound and take great pleasure in killing you if so much of one hair is hurt on Angel's or my daughters head!" She yelled running up o the glass and banging her fists in a vain attempt to release some built up fury.
But Professor Walsh just gave and evil smirk and walked away, signaling to a few patrol commandos on the way.
"Wait you never told me who this 'London crew' is!" Buffy yelled to her vanishing figure.
"Oh my dear it's none other than your employers: The Watchers Council." She said giving a small laugh and a wave.
With that Buffy gave up hope, if her on side was against her, the very people that were supposed to watch and protect her than why was she fighting? She slide down her cell wall in defeat, whispering 'I'm sorry-s' to the taupe walls and holding herself for what little comfort that could bring her.