"What did you just say?" Angel asked, now standing up and crossing his arms over his chest, walking over to Gunn.
"We found Spike, it's a slave market, it's a portal of some kind, holding many demons, mainly vampires as slaves. Spike seems to be one of them." Wesley continued for his friend.
"Okay, so… We know that Spike is in here, he's been missing for ages though-" Angel was cut off by Fred, who walked into the large office.
"Three years." Fred simply answered. "He's been missing for three years Angel, as a slave. I know what that feels like. You yourself were c-caught in a hell dimension."
"Not the same thing Fred-"
"How
would you know? It might be different, but Spike is suffering for
it!" She walked off, not bothering to apologize this time. Angel
sighed and looked at Gunn and Wesley.
"Okay, so… How do we
break into this place?" Angel asked.
"We can't. Forces are
too strong. It's guarded by 600 demon warlords, invisible to the
human eye, but there for the demon one. Those are the people who
control Spike and the others." Wesley explained, before continuing.
"Basically, if you want Spike out of there… You're going to
have to buy him."
"Wait!" Angel suddenly turned on them.
"B-.. Buy him? I'm not buying him!"
"Then Spike will die
then." Gunn sighed, he had a picture. Angel frowned
slightly.
"What's that then?" He asked, holding out his hand for the photograph to be passed for him.
"A friend of mine was there, trying to get one of the employees back who work here. He saw Spike and managed to take a photograph of him."
Angel looked at him again, before looking at the photo; he froze when he saw the sight. There was Spike; blood running down his face, hair cruelly cut, he was emaciated and one of his eyes were missing. He was wearing chains around his waist. Angel looked at Gunn, slightly pale, if that was possible.
"When was this taken guys?"
He asked,
"About… A month ago. Apparently, all those
injuries, including his eye was all done in one day. There is also a
possible hit of abuse of other kinds, such as sexual abuse."
Angel now winced. "How much are we talking about?"
At the minute, Spike was more like an animal. He had been reduced to walking on all fours, because he had dropped some tea and coffee on the master's carpet. He got a beating, after he came out of the bed. He was crouching in a courtyard, by a small fountain. He jumped slightly when a bird landed near him. He stopped, looking at the small animal.
Spike had hardly spoke in three years and so, watched quietly as the bird hopped closer to him, singing slightly. Spike enjoyed the sound, it was soft and gentle. He watched it hop for a bit, before flying off. He sighed to himself and crawled away quietly, to the train tracks, where he wouldn't be bothered for now. Walking along them, other "rouge" vampires and demons, who lived in exile laughed at him, for walking like that.
Spike didn't like their laughter, and often hissed at them, going into vampire face, as a warning, before turning around and walking the other way. Tonight, as much as he hated it, he would sleep by the fountain. He… Would watch the sunset, but he wouldn't be able to see it with only one eye. He couldn't cry anymore as well. Crying never solved anything.
He lay down by the fountain, being soothed by the water flow. He wanted his little friend to return and sing to him again, he liked that.
