Chapter 2
Spike watched silently as the unconscious slayer was dragged in and tied up next to him. What the bloody hell is going on? He thought and watched the blond slayer slowly regain consciousness. Naturally she began struggling at once, but those chains were thick and a circle of minions surrounded her.
"Hello lover." Angelus greeted Buffy wickedly. "I have a little surprise for you. Well actually, its quite big."
Buffy wordlessly looked around. "Why is Spike tied up too?"
"We didn't want him interfering," Angelus shrugged, "also he might be getting a surprise too."
Drusilla clapped her hands in delight, "Oh goody, goody! Angel can we show them now? Can we please!?"
With a nod from him, Drusilla stepped out of the room.
Spike's mind was whirling. Spike knew whatever the "surprise" was, it wasn't going to be good. He did not like this one bit. It was ruining all his plans! Damn Angel. But he would have to think about that later. For now, Spike had to concentrate on escaping. He tested the chains around his wrists. Yes. They were loosening. Just as he had thought, his sire and grand- sire didn't know he could walk again, so they hadn't bothered to be as thorough. He only had chains around his wrists. Buffy had them on her wrists and around her ankles.
Drusilla arrived back, giggling and holding the hand of a very tall, very old, very ugly looking demon.
"He's a bit shy", she whispered.
Buffy watched closely as she silently struggled with her chains.
It was the tallest demon she had ever seen, probably about 9 feet tall, and very skinny. It's arms and legs were like giant twigs and its head resembled a shrunken, shriveled apple. This demon was coloured entirely black, except it looked as though its skin was transparent and all the black stuff underneath was black blood moving around its body.
On closer inspection Buffy noticed it also had one normal sized eye and next to it, an eye at least five times larger and unnaturally round.
"This is Erimoir, Buffy", announced Angelus almost proudly. "He is going to send you to hell."
Buffy laughed, "That thing?"
"Laugh not little girl", Drusilla snapped, "Erimoir is a very ancient demon, the only of his kind left. He has the power to send humans and demons alike to hell dimensions, with his eye he can hypnotize you and-."
"Yes Dru, stop blabbering. Lets send the slayer and Spike to hell" and impatient Angelus cut in.
Erimoir, who had been sitting down, his knees going way up over his head, looked at Angelus. "Marr- sssster. What can I do for you? Who ssshal I sssend to hell?" he lisped sending a shiver down Buffy's spine. She strained against the chains…just a few more inches.
"Let's send Spike first. You know, as a practice."
"No!" Drusilla stomped her foot. "Get rid of the slayer."
The two vampires began to argue and Spike calmly managed to slip out of his chains.
Quietly, he inched his wheelchair over to the slayer to help her. He didn't really know why he was risking his hide to help her but if anyone were going to kill her, it would be him; he didn't want that honour to be snatched away.
Unfortunately a minion noticed Spike's movement. Uh, oh, thought spike. Better act, quick. And with that he leapt out of his wheel chair, just as the minion cried out to Angelus. Buffy had gotten out of her wrist chains and swiftly they removed the ones around her ankles.
"Follow me." Spike said, then seeing as she was about to refuse he added, "I know the way out."
All at once minions were rushing at them, and together, Spike and Buffy fought their way through them, and then off they went, running.
Buffy knew she was not the type to run away, but right now there were about 20 – 30 minions, Drusilla, Angelus and Erimoir chasing after her and she could not fight them all. They got to Spike's DeSoto and he nodded at her to get in. Buffy hesitated for a split second and in that second Angelus was at her side.
"Where do you think your going, pretty girl?" he sneered but was cut off by Buffy's fist connecting with his jaw. As he was dazed, Buffy got into Spike's car seeing as she had no other choice and they zoomed out of there.
"My Angel their leeeeving!" wailed Drusilla.
A muscle twitched in his jaw, but he tried to remain calm. Between clenched teeth he said, "You didn't tell me Spike could function his legs again Dru."
"I didn't know! Spike's been bad. Grrr."
"I wouldn't worry too much. They will back. Or we will send Erimoir after them." Angelus turned his attention back to the demon and watched with interest as it grabbed at a minion and held it with its thin arms, in a surprisingly crushing grip.
As the vampire whimpered in fright, Erimoir stared deep into its eyes with its abnormally large one as if searching for a soul that wasn't there. Slowly a rim of dark green shot out from the demon's iris and spiraled around the sclera getting larger and larger. At once the vampire was still, paralyzed.
Then ever so slowly its head began to fade, then its neck, shoulders, chest . . . right down to its toes the vampire slowly disappeared. Then it was gone.
Re-energized Erimoir's eye returned to normal – or as normal as his eye could be. He turned his head and grinned evilly at Angel and Drusilla before scampering away in the direction Buffy and Spike had escaped.
Spike and Buffy drove in silence.
He switched on the radio. The Sex pistols came blaring out of the speakers. Buffy quickly switched it off.
They continued in silence.
Buffy was confused. She didn't know what to do. For once in her life the slayer didn't have her watcher to run to. Where was Spike taking her? He was probably going to kill her. Why else would he have helped her this far? This was so strange. Fumbling around Buffy discovered she had a stake tucked into the waistband of her jeans. She gripped it in her hand and turned to Spike.
"What's going on Spike?" she spoke coldly.
"Oh! So, you have decided to lower yourself to speaking to an 'evil fiend' like me?" Spike asked.
"I should have killed you a long time ago." She pointed her stake at his heart. "Now tell me. What is going on?"
"Hey! Stay away from the heart." Spike exclaimed. "And I thought it would have been pretty obvious as to what is going on. Angel turned evil, he got Drusilla back, turned her against me, and together they conjured up an ancient demon to get rid of us both and probably do many other nasty things."
Buffy sighed. "So why are you helping me Spike?"
"Look slayer", Spike said, getting impatient, "Angel, Drusilla and all their minions have turned against me. I don't have anyone left," thanks to you, he added silently. "And who do you have? I don't see any of your little friends or ya watcher bursting in to save you."
"They've gone on a holiday." Buffy mumbled, embarrassed.
Spike had a good laugh over this. Then he grew serious again. "We are both in danger. We can't stay in Sunnydale, slayer. Not with the whole of Angels demons and Erimoir after us. Our only chance is to stay somewhere else until your Scooby friends return, we think of a plan and then we can fight Angel and co. together." And then I'll get back Dru and kill you too. he thought. "After that I will leave Sunnydale and you will never see me, never hear from me again."
Buffy thought about this. Giles had made her promise to stay away from Angel. "Ok," she reluctantly agreed, "But why don't I just stake you now?"
"Oh come on slayer! Can you drive? And you know you need someone to watch your back. I don't trust you and you don't trust me, but we are in this together, and as long as you keep away from my heart I won't get fangy near you."
"I can't believe I'm stuck in a car with my mortal enemy." Buffy muttered for the 400th time.
"You know, I'm not exactly thrilled about it," Spike snapped.
They had been driving aimlessly for about 3 hours and the slayer was driving Spike nuts. She was so annoying. "Can't you talk about anything apart from stakes, vampires and your 'duties as a slayer'?" he asked her.
Buffy was shocked to find out she was embarrassed. Why did she care what Spike thought?
"I don't talk about slaying all the time. I talk about lots of other . . . stuff."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Stuff! Like… um…you know… TV shows and stuff."
"TV shows? Like soapys? Do you watch Passions?" Spike said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Buffy pulled a face. "Passions? Who the hell watches that show? Puh – lease. I mean, do you?"
There was a silence then:
"Oh no. No of coarse not!" then after another short silence, "Ha. I bet you watch Charmed. Or 'Xena the Warrior Princess!'"
"I SO DO NOT!" Buffy cried.
After that the conversation flowed easily. Buffy and Spike argued about everything and anything. And they both actually enjoyed it.
As they chatted Buffy almost forgot who Spike was. What he was. That was until the car stopped. It just stopped. In the middle of a deserted road. In the middle of nowhere.
"What? Spike!"
"Keep calm. It's not the petrol. Still got plenty of that. Hmm. So what could it be? I'll go look." Spike began to open the car door but slammed it with a yelp immediately when the first rays of morning sunlight shined through.
"Bloody Hell." He swore.
Spike was safe from the suns rays as long as he stayed in his car. The car had spray painted windows and a heavily tinted windshield. But if he went outside he was a pile of dust. Which meant he could not check out the cars engine. When had it become morning? He had been so involved in arguing with the slayer that he hadn't even noticed. But the fun was over now.
Buffy turned to Spike. "Spike. Why are we sitting here not moving?"
"Well, slayer it seems, the car had stopped."
"Fix it!"
"In case you haven't noticed, its daylight!"
"Fine, then I will!"
In a huff the slayer got out, slammed the door and went to the front of the DeSoto. She spent 5 minutes simply working out how to open the hood and then she peered inside.
"Hmm."
Spike glanced nervously through the windshield at the blond slayer. "Do you know what your doing?" he asked in fear for his car.
Buffy really didn't know anything about cars. She was pissed off as hell. She shuffled around a bit but she did not have a clue as what to do. "Great. Just great."
To Spike's relief she came and sat back down in his car.
"Ok, so what the hell do we do now"?
"We sit and wait until night time! Get some sleep maybe and the hours will pass in no time."
"What? There is no way I'm sitting 12 hours in a car with you!"
"You've already been here 4 hours!"
"Yeah but the car was mo-ving! Meaning we were going to get somewhere and I was going to have some S P A C E."
They squabbled for a few minutes longer and finally Buffy stormed out of the car shouting "Well I'll just have to push the car to the nearest service station!"
This earned a good laugh from Spike. "Slayer! I know you think you're strong with all that 'girl power' but really! And by the way do you see a service station nearby? We are on a deserted road. In the middle of God-knows-where – Hey!"
Spike was alarmed when suddenly the car started moving. She was pushing it along at a rather fast pace. Spike was impressed. He leaned back and put his arms behind his head. But just as he got relaxed the car started to slow. Then it stopped and he heard Buffy grunt in frustration. A few seconds later, the car began moving again. Then stopped.
"Give it up slayer!" Spike shouted out to her.
But it wasn't until after her seventh attempt that she did just that and crawled back into the DeSoto, angry, confused and … very sleepy. As if reading her thoughts Spike said "The car isn't very comfortable for sleeping in, but better than some of the places I've had to make do with." And with that he rested his head against the spray-painted window and closed his eyes.
Buffy watched him for a few moments a strange feeling inside of her. He looks so innocent and peaceful when he's asleep…like a golden haired angel…how unexpected and strange, was the last thought she had before she too, dozed off.
Buffy was filled with bliss.
Her whole body was burning with pleasure. She was rolling through waves and waves of it. She could not really see anything but hazy mist, but she could hear a deep voice, whispering in her ear, "Come for me Buffy."
And then another wave of pleasure rolled through her almost violently and she screamed out in ecstasy. She floated around and around in this little misty place with that voice soft and smooth as silk, and as rich as velvet, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Buffy woke up breathing heavily and sweating. Wow, what an erotic dream!
Then she froze. Something was not right. Slowly she became aware of her surroundings.
Buffy's head was resting on Spike's lap and his hand was absently stroking her hair.