Chapter twelve: Street Lights

This is never going to be a Lindsey/Buffy story; he just doesn't deserve such torture! Any ways, I'm sure you're very mad about the lateness of this chapter and there's no real reason for it, but I've started at my sixth-form college! I'm taking archaeology, how cool am I? lols.

Street Lights

Part one

Lindsey groaned as pulled at the chains on his arms for the hundredth time. The sharp metal dug in to his wrists, after every time he pulled at the chains he had to judge if he should continue trying, risking a serious and potentially deadly wound to his arm, or to just give up and hope some one would find him.

He'd walked in to that club, it was abandoned and dust covered, he could barely even make out the name, The Bronze, written above the door in the alley way. He'd run his hand over tables, just to disturb the dust, before he took a seat on the stage. After nearly an hour he got up to leave, confident that they weren't going to show, that's when he'd heard it, that sarcastic British accent, getting closer with every second he sat there and tried to listen. Just before the blond entered the room Lindsey scrabbled behind the stage, keeping quite and low. He'd heard laughing and chatting, the other voice he didn't recognise, then he heard choking, more laughing and the sound of a struggle. He though he'd kept quiet, he thought no one had heard him, but he'd been very wrong. He emerged from behind the stage slowly, looking around to make sure that there was no one around, he saw the familiar blond vampire laying un-conscious on the floor. He trotted over, glancing over his shoulder only the once, he knelt down and nudged Spike, getting no response he lifted him slightly and dragged him to the wall, propping him up against it, Lindsey was unsure why he wanted to help, but he could still feel the sense of camaraderie from before, even though it was for the shortest of times. Turning to leave he felt something blunt hit the back of his head, he could see a slight blur to his left, but he was already loosing consciousness.

The next thing he knew he was in the food-storage/prison in some run-down old dive bar. Dizzy and light headed he'd tried to get up, only to find his arms tied to the wall, low to the floor. He'd been there for a few days now, and had started to loose hope that someone was ever going to come get him. He could hear his captors every few hours, growling and clicking amongst them selves, but he could never understand what they were saying. One day he heard a small alarm go off, the thick metal door was closed to block all light from where he was and he'd been left like that for hours, but he could swear he heard a human female on the phone outside, but he put it down to a desperate hallucination.

As he felt his vision starting to fade, somewhere near the fifth day, he could suddenly feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, he felt the weight around his wrists just drop off, and then it got worse. He screamed in pain, barely even aware he had any strength left, his head felt like it was being shot, very slowly. At the same time horrible visions attacked his brain, bypassing any optical sense they shot straight to his thoughts. It hurt more then having his heart ripped out, or at the least it was a very close second.

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Part two

Buffy returned back to her home, angry at the green demon, Lorne, because his information as to the whereabouts of this Lindsey was incorrect. Entering the front door she could already hear the two vampires talking, loud and brash as always for Spike, but a slightly elevated and quickened pace for the usually somewhat calm Angel.

"I honestly can't believe you're still thinking about that, for gods sake Angel, I won, let it go!" Spike gestured wildly, Buffy noted how Lorne found this funny, whilst every one else was trying to distance them selves from the arguing couple.

"You did not win; we never finished, there was a distraction." Angel signalled over to Illyria who was watching a bug climb up the wall before squishing it with her thumb.

"Look, even Fred agreed with me before that happened to her. Cavemen would win!" Spike shouted in to Angel's ear.

"Cavemen would win what?" Buffy asked Willow as she took a seat on the sofa between her and Lorne.

"Oh, it's some hypothetical question about who would win in a fight between cavemen and astronauts… and no, they are not armed. I have to say I agree with Spike on this one, humans did loose the ability to fight for long periods of time unless specially trained to, cavemen would have been hunting woolly-mammoths and stuff." Buffy nodded and sunk back in to the chair, acting as though she couldn't care less but secretly she was thinking it over in side.

"Actually I believe it is a rather good question, for a light debate though." Giles added from where he was standing in the doorway. "Are the astronauts in there space suits?" He asked Angel and Spike who had calmed down slightly, Spike was grinning because he had one more follower rooting for the cavemen. Angel thought for a second. "I ask because it could provide extra protection, no matter how hard a caveman were to hit they would find it impossible to break the helmet. However, it would also impair the astronaut's peripheral vision, making it easier for a caveman to come from behind and get their legs, not to mention it would greatly lower their manoeuvrability." Every one went silent. There wasn't much that could be said to that logic, but Spike found something.

"No, they're all naked!" He shouted a little bit too loudly. Giles nodded, taking in this information and thinking adding it to his theory.

"What kind of terrain? I mean a building with metal floors and walls and elevators, the poor cavemen wouldn't stand much of a chance, but I wide open space or the base on a canyon and the caveman has his forte." Giles again added another depth to the staling argument.

"They should be on some blank gladiatorial battle ring, nothing there to interfere with them or to distract either." This time it was Willow. "I still think that the caveman would win."

"Yes, I am inclined to believe that our Neanderthal friend would indeed have the upper hand in the described scenario." Giles nodded slowly as he mentally checked over hwy he thought that.

"Okay, look, I've been back for nearly ten minutes and you are yet to ask me what happened." Buffy piped up from where she sat. Giles turned to look at her, and finally registered the fact that she was back.

"Oh yes, Buffy, how'd it go?" He asked as he slipped his glasses off of his nose and proceeded to clean them on the bottom of his shirt. She sighed angrily, he obviously lacked interest in her little excursion but she wanted to tell her disappointment that it was a bust to the masses.

"Complete bust, there was nothing there, just some old rundown bar, not a demon in sight." Lorne was confused, he'd never gotten such a large detail like that so wrong, well, he had but he'd gotten a really good feeling about this one. "I thought I could hear muffled cries, but I looked around, nothing."

"Did you go in the broken walk-in?" Lorne asked, making sure he knew who had made the mistake. Buffy thought for a second, retracing her steps.

"No, there wasn't one. Come to think of it, the place was lacking in some of the vital things it needs to really be a bar. No basements or backrooms and no walk-in, which I guess you don't need to be a bar, but it used to serve food and you'd need a walk-in for that." Angel looked over at Lorne.

"You weren't wrong. Let's go." Angel tapped Spike's shoulder and turned to leave.

"Wait, I'll come with you." Buffy shouted after them as she got to her feet and followed the vampires out side, turning just before she did and announcing, "Oh and Xander needs a ride from the airport, no money for cab fare."

End of chapter…

Yeah it's short, sorry, but I decided that if I loaded one up I may get back in to the swing of things so sorry about the uber big delay again!