Chapter 14
***I'm so happy that everyone like my cliffhanger ((((. I'm more than sure that there will be a sequel to Healing Souls. I'll most likely call it Living, but I'm not sure right now. OH and this chapter is to my fans who wanted Riley to die and or be horribly hurt by way of car, space, monster aliens***
A window!
Now why the hell hadn't she noticed it before?
Faith knew the answer to that, she'd been to busy fending of Riley and his sick, twisted whore, Drucilla. No matter what, she didn't think she'd ever understand people. The oddest things turned them on. Not to say she didn't have some kinky turns, but no one ever go hurt. And Spike seemed to like the fuzzy black handcuffs that they played with on occasion.
A wicked smile curved on her lips. For all Riley's thoughtful evilness, he was pretty fucking stupid.
Faith suppressed a shutter as the memories of last night come flooding back.
"I wanted the red head, she'd be all to easy to scare and play with. But it looks like I caught something better. A feisty little whore," Riley smirked as he came towards her, in his wake Drucilla followed; clad in nothing but a sheer nightgown.
Faith's eyes narrowed when his hand came up to touch her cheek, reflectively she lashed out. Her palm giving a resounding slap to his face; it was amazing the satisfaction that blow gave her. Then it hit her; he had wanted Willow, but got her instead. Thank god, Wills was to sweat to deal with him. But her, well she'd meet him blow for blow and then stand back and watch, when Spike got a hold of him.
"Like it rough? Do you?" His hand came up to her neck and squeezed, "Well so do I." His grip tightened.
Faith was about to retort when she felt something cold trail up her inner thigh, a knife, it had to be, she could feel the point of the blade. Her breath caught in her throat. Scared that he would cut her should she breathe. Licking her lips, she waiting, letting him make the next move.
"But I have to wonder if you like it bloody," he hissed in her ear, running his tongue along her neck, just below her ear. His body rubbed up next to hers, she could feel his hard on through his blue jeans.
It aroused him to hurt her. God he was sick. Nothing could be sicker.
"Baby," Drucilla purred behind Faith, "You promised we could play with our new toy together," she whined. Her long fingernail trailing across Faith's throat.
Wrong again old girl!
"Your absolutely right, Dru," he commented, releasing Faith's neck. He turned to Drucilla, kissing her hard on the mouth. "Come baby, lets go play. Our new toy can just wait a while. After all she's not going any where."
Much to her own surprise Riley threw her, the small knife, a sadistic light was in his eyes when he said, and "I don't mind a bit of blood on me either," and he laughed as he walked out.
Leaving just Drucilla and her.
"Paybacks a bitch, isn't it," Drucilla hissed and they followed behind Riley. Locking the door on her fucking way out.
But Riley was just stupid to leave her the knife.
Ten minutes after they had left she'd picked the lock on the chain that held her foot.
And for what seemed like an eternity, she picked the lock that held they window in place.
They would be coming any minute now. The fear rising in her blood, made her work faster.
She could hear footsteps again.
Just the thought of Riley touching her made her want to gag.
Click.
The lock it was open. Standing on the bed, she lifted the window open, but it was so rusty it only opened half way.
The sun was setting, she could barely see the last rays of light, and coming threw the opening. The darkness would help her; allow her escape to be easier.
She could fit threw there. At least she was pretty sure she could. Taking off her leather jacket she tossed it threw the opening and headed after it.
Faith was almost threw when she heard footsteps. Wiggling fast she barely managed to get her butt out and closed the window, before she heard Riley shouting from inside.
They knew she was gone, she had to move quickly; bending low she pulled on her jacket, and headed around to the front of the house. There had to be a car, after all it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. And how far was nowhere from Sunnydale.
Coming around the side of the house Faith waited to make sure no one was out, before she made her move. Years of being the bad girl in a New York gang, gave her an edge, she was dangerous and deadly. After all you had to be to fend off and number of unsavory characters in a New York jail. Where sad to say, she'd spent a few nights.
Moving quickly Faith bolted for the dark blue SUV not far away. Pulling on the handle she found in open.
But she had no keys.
Hotwiring wasn't that hard to do. It was like riding a bike, you just never forget. Spike would laugh out loud if he could see her now. The thought made her smile.
Ripping open the dash board under the steering wheel and crossed the blue and red wires. The car engine started and the doors locked just as Drucilla came running out of the house. Pushing the accelerator to the floor, the car speed out the driveway on to an old road.
Putting on her seat belt, Faith took long deep breaths hoping to calm down just a little. The clock on the dashboard said 4:30 pm. She'd been gone less than 12 hours that was if it was Saturday, the day after the dance.
Come to think of it, she really didn't know how long she'd been knocked out by Riley's fist.
"Looks like I'm in the clear," Faith breathed out.
"Wrong again!" a voice behind her hissed, as she felt a knife come up to her throat.
**** |Fred moved down the hospital hallway as fast as her pregnant, | |swollen feet would carry her. In the last two hours she had | |packed, and hopped a police flight to Sunnydale, that amazingly | |didn't put her in to labor. Then dealt with a pompous doctor who | |thought that he just knew everything in the free world. Now two | |hours and forty-five minutes later she was finally getting to see | |Gunn. | | | |Giles hadn't said much on the phone, just that Gunn was hurt and | |she was needed here. Come to find out by the doctor that her | |husband was fighting for his life in a white room, hocked up to a | |bunch of machines, and they could do nothing more. When she got a | |hold of Giles she was going to rip him in to piece. Maybe beat him| |with a blunt object, just to prolong the pain. | | | |He didn't want to worry a woman in her condition. Well that was | |out the window, she was worried, frightened and terrified that she| |would lose Gunn. | | | |She nearly tripped when she enter the hospital room. Gunn looked | |so pale, and weak on the bed before her. Then she noticed Wesley, | |she notice the bandage on his right arm but didn't really care at | |the moment. | | | |She couldn't hold back her temper any longer, to hell with her | |condition, "What the hell happened to my husband!" she demanded. | | | |"He was shot on duty, the bullet pierced part of his lung. He lost| |a lot of blood, Fred, if he makes it threw the next three hours in| |the clear. If not." Wesley didn't finish. But then he didn't need | |to. She knew what could happen in the next few hours. She could | |lose him. | | | |She sat down slowly next to Gunn, grabbing his hand; she tried | |hard not to cry. | | | |"What happened to you?" Fred sniffed. | | | |"When the car rolled over, by right shoulder popped out of place, | |its useless for the next few days. Look Fred, I'm sorry but I have| |to leave. There's a girl out there missing and we've got to get | |her back." Wesley said, as he turned to leave. Taking one last | |look at his partner he said, "Take care of him Fred." | | | |"I will," she whispered, "He's to damn stubborn to die." |
**** "Peaches wake the hell up!" Spike growled out.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Cordelia questioned, pulling up a chair.
"I don't know and I don't care. He needs to wake up. The sooner the better," Spike snapped.
They all sat around the hospital room just waiting. The doctors had said that Gunn was in critical condition; Wesley had a dislocated shoulder that was useless for the next few days, and on some heavy pain mediation. The doctor had said it was a wonder Wes wasn't seeing pink bouncing bunnies around the room. But Angel had gotten lucky, well luckier than the rest. He'd only hit his head hard enough to knock him unconscious. Not enough to hurt him just render sleepy time for a while. The doctor had said when Angel woke up he could leave.
And giving the damage that had been done, it would be real soon.
Angel's eyelids fluttered open.
"Don't call me that Spike!" He answered, startlingly them all. "About damn time," was his only answer.
With caution Angel sat up, marveling that his head only hurt a little bit, despite what he could remember, which unfortunately was a lot. Touching his head he found a small bump.
"Where is she?" he demanded when it all came back.
The ride, the gunfire, the rolling car, the darkness.
"Gone," Was Doyle's answer, "But this was left in the car,"
Handing his little brother the note Doyle backed away and watched silently.
Pulling the piece of paper open Angel read: SHE'S MINE AGAIN
Horror over whelmed Angel, and he laid back down, the room was spinning, quickly closing in on him. Taking deep breaths he concentrated on the present. On what had to be done.
"Whoever took Faith is different from this kidnapping," he finally said. Though he figured they had all thought that much. The cops where useless, time to do things the way that got results. The way they do them on the streets.
Sitting up again, he faced them all, "We'll find them both, and this is how where going to do it."
**** "Pull the car over you little whore," Riley commanded in her ear. Faith barely managed not to snort. She was getting damn tired of not being right.
Pulling over just wasn't an option, there was no way in hell she was stopping the car for the motherfucker to have his way with her. And knowing what she did it wouldn't be a pretty way with her.
Faith pushed the accelerator down a little more. She was pushing 60mph on the old dirt road. She could already see the end of the dirt road, where it leads to pavement.
Just a little further.
"I said pull the car over!" His voice was rising, and the knife was pushing farther into her throat.
"You won't kill me, after all I'm driving. I die, you die!" Faith challenged back. She could feel a trickle of blood going down her throat, stopping at her breasts. The pain hurt, but not enough to make her stop.
She pushed the accelerator a little farther down. 65mph. 70mph . She was taking a long shot, she knew it, but it was her only hope.
Just a little bit more. Almost there.
"I wouldn't count on it, you little whore," Riley sneered, as he moved forward to grab the wheel. The pressure on Faith's neck relaxed.
75mph. 80mph
"I would, you son of a bitch!" Faith hissed and hit the breaks. Her body slammed into the seat belt, the air bags popped out from the steering wheel, saving her life. But there was nothing to save Riley.
The car finally stopped.
"Oh God, oh god," Faith mumbled out. All she had to do was look up. Just look up Faith.
She did.
Her plan had worked. Just the way she thought it would. She was going to hell for sure.
A large hole was visible through the middle of her windshield, shards of glass that had been broken where covered in blood, and pieces of material. Lying in front of the SUV was Riley, bloody and broken. His left leg was at an odd angle and the rest of his body looked missed placed.
"Yup I'm going to hell for sure," Faith muttered as she drove around the body on to the paved road and turned left. To Sunnydale the sign had said.
More like Sunnyhell.
It was 5:00pm she could hopefully make it back home by 8 o'clock after all she had a full tank of gas and she was doing 75mph.
"I'll just hope a cop doesn't pull me over. Oh great its starting to rain, just what I need with a broken windshield. Well at least it will wash all the blood off my car," Faith said vehemently.
**** Buffy opened her eyes, and then quickly shut them again to block out the light. It wasn't even that bright, but god did her head ever hurt. It was pounding so hard, that it was a wonder that her eyes weren't bugging out of her head. Of course if they were it was doubtful that she would be able to feel it, above the swelling pain in her temples. Her stomach hurt too, like the wind had been permanently knocked out of it.
Buffy opened her eyes again; this time the light didn't hurt so badly. Wasn't really even that bright.
Her eyes closed again, God she felt sleepy.
What happened? She could only remember bits and pieces of the day.
Waking up with Angel and the gang, going for a ride with Gunn, Wesley and Angel. They past several buildings, talked about some things; important thing, but god she couldn't remember.
Buffy opened her eyes again and blinked. She should be in a hospital; she felt sure of it, or at least her body felt sure of it. She hurt all over, but she had to block out the pain.
She needed to remember. But her brain was so fuzzy and her memories seemed in a haze.
What was she thinking about? Oh yeah.the car ride.
Car ride. They were talking.
Who was? Gunn and Wesley. They wanted to know something. Something important. It would help someone.
But whom would it help?
Faith. Yes it would help Faith.
But something happened, the car spun out of control.
Her world seemed to blur together. That was all she could remember.
But there just had to be more. There was always more.
She suddenly sat up.
She was in trouble, big trouble. This wasn't a hospital, no white walls, no IV's, not doctors or nurse.
Even though she hated hospitals she'd rather be in one now.
And the man standing forty feet from her sure as hell wasn't a doctor.
Buffy swallowed, her breath picking up, her palms sweating.
The realization came all to quickly.
She was going to die.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
***I'm so happy that everyone like my cliffhanger ((((. I'm more than sure that there will be a sequel to Healing Souls. I'll most likely call it Living, but I'm not sure right now. OH and this chapter is to my fans who wanted Riley to die and or be horribly hurt by way of car, space, monster aliens***
A window!
Now why the hell hadn't she noticed it before?
Faith knew the answer to that, she'd been to busy fending of Riley and his sick, twisted whore, Drucilla. No matter what, she didn't think she'd ever understand people. The oddest things turned them on. Not to say she didn't have some kinky turns, but no one ever go hurt. And Spike seemed to like the fuzzy black handcuffs that they played with on occasion.
A wicked smile curved on her lips. For all Riley's thoughtful evilness, he was pretty fucking stupid.
Faith suppressed a shutter as the memories of last night come flooding back.
"I wanted the red head, she'd be all to easy to scare and play with. But it looks like I caught something better. A feisty little whore," Riley smirked as he came towards her, in his wake Drucilla followed; clad in nothing but a sheer nightgown.
Faith's eyes narrowed when his hand came up to touch her cheek, reflectively she lashed out. Her palm giving a resounding slap to his face; it was amazing the satisfaction that blow gave her. Then it hit her; he had wanted Willow, but got her instead. Thank god, Wills was to sweat to deal with him. But her, well she'd meet him blow for blow and then stand back and watch, when Spike got a hold of him.
"Like it rough? Do you?" His hand came up to her neck and squeezed, "Well so do I." His grip tightened.
Faith was about to retort when she felt something cold trail up her inner thigh, a knife, it had to be, she could feel the point of the blade. Her breath caught in her throat. Scared that he would cut her should she breathe. Licking her lips, she waiting, letting him make the next move.
"But I have to wonder if you like it bloody," he hissed in her ear, running his tongue along her neck, just below her ear. His body rubbed up next to hers, she could feel his hard on through his blue jeans.
It aroused him to hurt her. God he was sick. Nothing could be sicker.
"Baby," Drucilla purred behind Faith, "You promised we could play with our new toy together," she whined. Her long fingernail trailing across Faith's throat.
Wrong again old girl!
"Your absolutely right, Dru," he commented, releasing Faith's neck. He turned to Drucilla, kissing her hard on the mouth. "Come baby, lets go play. Our new toy can just wait a while. After all she's not going any where."
Much to her own surprise Riley threw her, the small knife, a sadistic light was in his eyes when he said, and "I don't mind a bit of blood on me either," and he laughed as he walked out.
Leaving just Drucilla and her.
"Paybacks a bitch, isn't it," Drucilla hissed and they followed behind Riley. Locking the door on her fucking way out.
But Riley was just stupid to leave her the knife.
Ten minutes after they had left she'd picked the lock on the chain that held her foot.
And for what seemed like an eternity, she picked the lock that held they window in place.
They would be coming any minute now. The fear rising in her blood, made her work faster.
She could hear footsteps again.
Just the thought of Riley touching her made her want to gag.
Click.
The lock it was open. Standing on the bed, she lifted the window open, but it was so rusty it only opened half way.
The sun was setting, she could barely see the last rays of light, and coming threw the opening. The darkness would help her; allow her escape to be easier.
She could fit threw there. At least she was pretty sure she could. Taking off her leather jacket she tossed it threw the opening and headed after it.
Faith was almost threw when she heard footsteps. Wiggling fast she barely managed to get her butt out and closed the window, before she heard Riley shouting from inside.
They knew she was gone, she had to move quickly; bending low she pulled on her jacket, and headed around to the front of the house. There had to be a car, after all it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere. And how far was nowhere from Sunnydale.
Coming around the side of the house Faith waited to make sure no one was out, before she made her move. Years of being the bad girl in a New York gang, gave her an edge, she was dangerous and deadly. After all you had to be to fend off and number of unsavory characters in a New York jail. Where sad to say, she'd spent a few nights.
Moving quickly Faith bolted for the dark blue SUV not far away. Pulling on the handle she found in open.
But she had no keys.
Hotwiring wasn't that hard to do. It was like riding a bike, you just never forget. Spike would laugh out loud if he could see her now. The thought made her smile.
Ripping open the dash board under the steering wheel and crossed the blue and red wires. The car engine started and the doors locked just as Drucilla came running out of the house. Pushing the accelerator to the floor, the car speed out the driveway on to an old road.
Putting on her seat belt, Faith took long deep breaths hoping to calm down just a little. The clock on the dashboard said 4:30 pm. She'd been gone less than 12 hours that was if it was Saturday, the day after the dance.
Come to think of it, she really didn't know how long she'd been knocked out by Riley's fist.
"Looks like I'm in the clear," Faith breathed out.
"Wrong again!" a voice behind her hissed, as she felt a knife come up to her throat.
**** |Fred moved down the hospital hallway as fast as her pregnant, | |swollen feet would carry her. In the last two hours she had | |packed, and hopped a police flight to Sunnydale, that amazingly | |didn't put her in to labor. Then dealt with a pompous doctor who | |thought that he just knew everything in the free world. Now two | |hours and forty-five minutes later she was finally getting to see | |Gunn. | | | |Giles hadn't said much on the phone, just that Gunn was hurt and | |she was needed here. Come to find out by the doctor that her | |husband was fighting for his life in a white room, hocked up to a | |bunch of machines, and they could do nothing more. When she got a | |hold of Giles she was going to rip him in to piece. Maybe beat him| |with a blunt object, just to prolong the pain. | | | |He didn't want to worry a woman in her condition. Well that was | |out the window, she was worried, frightened and terrified that she| |would lose Gunn. | | | |She nearly tripped when she enter the hospital room. Gunn looked | |so pale, and weak on the bed before her. Then she noticed Wesley, | |she notice the bandage on his right arm but didn't really care at | |the moment. | | | |She couldn't hold back her temper any longer, to hell with her | |condition, "What the hell happened to my husband!" she demanded. | | | |"He was shot on duty, the bullet pierced part of his lung. He lost| |a lot of blood, Fred, if he makes it threw the next three hours in| |the clear. If not." Wesley didn't finish. But then he didn't need | |to. She knew what could happen in the next few hours. She could | |lose him. | | | |She sat down slowly next to Gunn, grabbing his hand; she tried | |hard not to cry. | | | |"What happened to you?" Fred sniffed. | | | |"When the car rolled over, by right shoulder popped out of place, | |its useless for the next few days. Look Fred, I'm sorry but I have| |to leave. There's a girl out there missing and we've got to get | |her back." Wesley said, as he turned to leave. Taking one last | |look at his partner he said, "Take care of him Fred." | | | |"I will," she whispered, "He's to damn stubborn to die." |
**** "Peaches wake the hell up!" Spike growled out.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Cordelia questioned, pulling up a chair.
"I don't know and I don't care. He needs to wake up. The sooner the better," Spike snapped.
They all sat around the hospital room just waiting. The doctors had said that Gunn was in critical condition; Wesley had a dislocated shoulder that was useless for the next few days, and on some heavy pain mediation. The doctor had said it was a wonder Wes wasn't seeing pink bouncing bunnies around the room. But Angel had gotten lucky, well luckier than the rest. He'd only hit his head hard enough to knock him unconscious. Not enough to hurt him just render sleepy time for a while. The doctor had said when Angel woke up he could leave.
And giving the damage that had been done, it would be real soon.
Angel's eyelids fluttered open.
"Don't call me that Spike!" He answered, startlingly them all. "About damn time," was his only answer.
With caution Angel sat up, marveling that his head only hurt a little bit, despite what he could remember, which unfortunately was a lot. Touching his head he found a small bump.
"Where is she?" he demanded when it all came back.
The ride, the gunfire, the rolling car, the darkness.
"Gone," Was Doyle's answer, "But this was left in the car,"
Handing his little brother the note Doyle backed away and watched silently.
Pulling the piece of paper open Angel read: SHE'S MINE AGAIN
Horror over whelmed Angel, and he laid back down, the room was spinning, quickly closing in on him. Taking deep breaths he concentrated on the present. On what had to be done.
"Whoever took Faith is different from this kidnapping," he finally said. Though he figured they had all thought that much. The cops where useless, time to do things the way that got results. The way they do them on the streets.
Sitting up again, he faced them all, "We'll find them both, and this is how where going to do it."
**** "Pull the car over you little whore," Riley commanded in her ear. Faith barely managed not to snort. She was getting damn tired of not being right.
Pulling over just wasn't an option, there was no way in hell she was stopping the car for the motherfucker to have his way with her. And knowing what she did it wouldn't be a pretty way with her.
Faith pushed the accelerator down a little more. She was pushing 60mph on the old dirt road. She could already see the end of the dirt road, where it leads to pavement.
Just a little further.
"I said pull the car over!" His voice was rising, and the knife was pushing farther into her throat.
"You won't kill me, after all I'm driving. I die, you die!" Faith challenged back. She could feel a trickle of blood going down her throat, stopping at her breasts. The pain hurt, but not enough to make her stop.
She pushed the accelerator a little farther down. 65mph. 70mph . She was taking a long shot, she knew it, but it was her only hope.
Just a little bit more. Almost there.
"I wouldn't count on it, you little whore," Riley sneered, as he moved forward to grab the wheel. The pressure on Faith's neck relaxed.
75mph. 80mph
"I would, you son of a bitch!" Faith hissed and hit the breaks. Her body slammed into the seat belt, the air bags popped out from the steering wheel, saving her life. But there was nothing to save Riley.
The car finally stopped.
"Oh God, oh god," Faith mumbled out. All she had to do was look up. Just look up Faith.
She did.
Her plan had worked. Just the way she thought it would. She was going to hell for sure.
A large hole was visible through the middle of her windshield, shards of glass that had been broken where covered in blood, and pieces of material. Lying in front of the SUV was Riley, bloody and broken. His left leg was at an odd angle and the rest of his body looked missed placed.
"Yup I'm going to hell for sure," Faith muttered as she drove around the body on to the paved road and turned left. To Sunnydale the sign had said.
More like Sunnyhell.
It was 5:00pm she could hopefully make it back home by 8 o'clock after all she had a full tank of gas and she was doing 75mph.
"I'll just hope a cop doesn't pull me over. Oh great its starting to rain, just what I need with a broken windshield. Well at least it will wash all the blood off my car," Faith said vehemently.
**** Buffy opened her eyes, and then quickly shut them again to block out the light. It wasn't even that bright, but god did her head ever hurt. It was pounding so hard, that it was a wonder that her eyes weren't bugging out of her head. Of course if they were it was doubtful that she would be able to feel it, above the swelling pain in her temples. Her stomach hurt too, like the wind had been permanently knocked out of it.
Buffy opened her eyes again; this time the light didn't hurt so badly. Wasn't really even that bright.
Her eyes closed again, God she felt sleepy.
What happened? She could only remember bits and pieces of the day.
Waking up with Angel and the gang, going for a ride with Gunn, Wesley and Angel. They past several buildings, talked about some things; important thing, but god she couldn't remember.
Buffy opened her eyes again and blinked. She should be in a hospital; she felt sure of it, or at least her body felt sure of it. She hurt all over, but she had to block out the pain.
She needed to remember. But her brain was so fuzzy and her memories seemed in a haze.
What was she thinking about? Oh yeah.the car ride.
Car ride. They were talking.
Who was? Gunn and Wesley. They wanted to know something. Something important. It would help someone.
But whom would it help?
Faith. Yes it would help Faith.
But something happened, the car spun out of control.
Her world seemed to blur together. That was all she could remember.
But there just had to be more. There was always more.
She suddenly sat up.
She was in trouble, big trouble. This wasn't a hospital, no white walls, no IV's, not doctors or nurse.
Even though she hated hospitals she'd rather be in one now.
And the man standing forty feet from her sure as hell wasn't a doctor.
Buffy swallowed, her breath picking up, her palms sweating.
The realization came all to quickly.
She was going to die.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it.