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When the Day Breaks	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 5501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Despite her best efforts to stay calm,
Dawn's whole body shook as she made her way through the winding halls of
Chalchicomehuel's fortress. She knew she was still in danger, since not only
did she not know how to get out of there, but she also didn't know what could
lurk behind any corner. She was exposed, armed only with a dagger, and in enemy
territory.
However, at least now she had a fighting
chance, something she wouldn't have had if she'd remained at Krez's mercy.
Dawn knew she needed to find a way out. Even
if she only managed to end up in the desert, she had to at least escape
Chalchicomehuel so he couldn't use her for his ritual.
Above all else, she had to prevent that.
The universe itself depended on it.

***
*** ***
Spike stopped short, closing his eyes as he
breathed in deep. The three others stopped a second later, turning to look at
him.
"What is it?" Buffy asked softly.
Spike's blue eyes snapped open. "Dawn.
Her scent is nearby."
Buffy's heart jumped nervously. "Is
she�?"
"I don't know," Spike admitted with
a shake of his head. "She's bleeding, or at least she was at some
point."
"Can you find her?" Emma asked, her concern for her friend obvious in her voice.
Spike nodded. "I can track her scent.
It's strong."
"Then we will follow you," Aiden
said, his words following the thoughts of the others.
Spike and Aiden switched positions in the
group, with Spike now leading and Aiden flanking them in the rear, watching for
possible attacks. Periodically, Spike would stop, breathing in deeply again to
verify from which direction Dawn's scent was coming.
When one of those times he announced,
"She's close," Buffy had to keep herself from calling out her
sister's name. They needed to stay as quiet as possible in the enemy's lair,
yet the panic inside of her was one Buffy knew wouldn't calm until she could
touch the younger Summers and assure herself she was all right, and it almost
made her forget that.
Then, they turned a corner and saw her, and
Buffy let out a sigh of relief. Dawn stopped at the sound of their footsteps,
surprise, then elation going over her face before she
ran to them.
Buffy grabbed her younger sister, hugging
her tightly as she whispered, "You're alive."
"So are you," Dawn said, returning
Buffy's firm embrace before she pulled back and ran to Spike. "And you� Krez told me you were dead again."
"Had a bit of a scare, but I'm good
now," Spike assured her. "And who is Krez?"
"Was," Dawn corrected him.
"He was this creepy little demon guy, the one who was in control of those
big snakes." She shuddered once, but then her face steeled. "I killed
him."
"Are you okay?" Buffy asked,
squinting in the darkness to see if she could make out any serious injuries on
Dawn.
"I've been better, but I'm alive, so
I'm going to count my blessings," Dawn replied. "Oh, and I saw Chal�Cha� The evil demony guy. Just
for the record, he's freaking creepy. And I think he's wearing your amulet,
Aiden. Either that or he just likes flashy jewelry."
"The amulet is near," Aiden
confirmed to Dawn. "I've been able to sense its presence since we entered
the fortress."
"Aiden was leading us to Chalchi-whatta by his connection to the amulet when Spike
caught your scent," Buffy said.
"Well, he's definitely here. He sent me
off with Krez, though I don't think that went quite
as he planned," Dawn replied.
"Then let's find him, kill him, and do
that world saving thing we do," Spike said with determination.
His four companions in agreement, Aiden
began to lead them towards the amulet�and Chalchicomehuel�again.

***
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Chalchicomehuel was not pleased. He'd sent his
guards to retrieve the Key only to be told she was not there�and that Krez was now dead.
The loss of Krez
was truly no loss at all. The pathetic lackey had been more often useless than
useful; however, the loss of the Key was much more of a problem.
Chalchicomehuel knew the fault truly lay
with himself for leaving the welfare of the Key to the
likes of Krez, yet he never accepted blame for
anything. There was no point in it when he was always so conveniently
surrounded by minions who could take it for him.
"You!" he bellowed, pointing to a
guard. "Why did you not keep a better watch on the Key?"
"I�I was not assigned to this post, my
lord," the guard replied, trembling as he spoke.
"I asked not for an excuse!"
Chalchicomehuel replied with an angry hiss. He stormed over to the guard, ripped
the demon's head off, tossed it to the ground, and then turned to address the
remaining guards.
"Find me the Key! Now! The girl could
not have gotten far."
Without hesitation, the guards rushed from
the room to do their master's bidding.
Chalchicomehuel kicked Krez's
body then roared in frustration.

***
*** ***
A yell of pure fury reverberated off of the
stone walls, bringing Aiden, Spike, Buffy, Dawn, and Emma all to a dead stop.
"Okay, what the hell was
that?" Buffy asked.
"I'm going to go with something very
much not of the good," Dawn replied.
"It is Chalchicomehuel," Aiden
said. "He is angered."
"Think he found Dawn gone?" Spike
questioned.
Aiden nodded. "It is most likely."
Before they could begin moving again, the
sound of heavy feet hitting the hard floor began to approach, causing all of
them to raise their weapons.
Soon, Chalchicomehuel's guards were coming
at them from all sides, attacking fiercely. "Something tells me these guys
can see us," Buffy said as she stabbed one through with her sword.
Aiden swung his own weapon, decapitating
another guard. "They are Slomytith demons.
They're immune to glamours and other spells of
deception."
"Then we just kill them all,"
Spike said, stabbing one then swinging around to take out another.
One of the guards made a loud, trembling
sound in the back of his throat. Moments later, more were flooding the hall.
They were beyond outnumbered; they had no
chance of succeeding.
Spike yelled as five of the guards converged
on Buffy, pulling her down. He tried to get to her, but was stopped when
another group tackled him.
Something hit him hard, and his world went
dark.

***
*** ***
Dawn couldn't remember a time when her head
had hurt this badly. The world seemed to spin, and she groaned, lifting her hand
up to try to cover her oversensitive eyes.
Or at least she would have if she could've
moved her arm�
She blinked, trying to bring the world into
focus. She realized she was back in the throne room Krez
had led her into, only this time, she was chained
securely to a chair.
"I see you are awake, Key,"
Chalchicomehuel said from beside her, his forked tongue flickering. "I
made an error in letting you out of my sight before, but I can assure you, it
is not one I am going to repeat."
Chalchicomehuel rose from his throne and
walked over to Dawn, tracing the side of her face with the edge of one of his
talons. "The time for the ritual is nearly at hand. Soon I shall rule over
all dimensions and achieve the ultimate power that is my destiny."
"Actually, snake boy, I think your
destiny is to be a pair of boots and a matching handbag after my sister kicks
your scaly ass."
Chalchicomehuel hissed and backhanded Dawn.
"Hold your worthless tongue, Key!"
Dawn didn't reply again, though she glared
at Chalchicomehuel.
He looked at her, his eyes blinking rapidly,
before he seated himself again, his hands folded in front of him in a way that
reminded Dawn of a demonic lizard version of Mr. Burns. "Besides, if your
sister is one of the people who I found trespassing in my fortress, then she is
no threat to me at all." He waved a hand dismissively. "She is dead.
They're all dead."
Tears welled in Dawn's eyes, even as she
shook her head. "No�"
"Yes. I have dealt with them. But don't
worry, Key. You'll be joining them as soon as I have finished my ritual."
Dawn fought back burning tears. She refused
to believe Buffy�or any one of them�was dead. They were all fighters, all
Champions. They'd all survive and they'd save the world, because that's what
the good guys did.
She sat still in her chair, clinging to that
hope.

***
*** ***
Emma sat against a cold, stone wall, her
knees pulled to her chin. The cell she'd been thrust into was small, barely
enough room for her to even move.
Memories she would've rather kept buried
were rushing through her head, and she didn't know if she wanted to scream or
bust into tears.
So she simply remained quiet, still.
She didn't know what had happened to the
others. The attack in the hallway had seemed to happen so quickly, the guards
ambushing and surrounding them before anyone really had a chance to fight.
She'd taken some down with her, but there had been too many, and she'd soon
been overwhelmed.
The last thing she remembered was Spike
yelling for Buffy. After that, was nothing�until she woke up in this cell.
The room was completely filled with
darkness. She'd reached out, only to find that she had at most a foot of space
surrounding her. It was her worst nightmare come back to life.
Emma didn't know what Chalchicomehuel had planned
for her, but she hoped it was anything but leaving her here to die slowly. She
would've preferred the demon guards killing her in the corridor.
Hell, given the choices, she'd rather be
pulled out and tortured to death. Anything
to get her out of here�
The longer she sat there, the harder it
became to breathe. She fought off the waves of panic assailing her, but with
every one, it became a little bit harder. Memories of her past were converging
with fears for her future and filling her with terror.
She felt as helpless as she had as a child.
Only
now, she wasn't�
Her eyes snapped open, the tears stopping.
She wasn't helpless.
She
was a Slayer.
Emma struck out with her boot, the thick
sole connecting with the wall in front of her. She heard the rock chip, and she
kicked again, this time harder.
Knowing she needed more force, Emma slid
down as far as she could, both of her legs stretched out in front of her. She
took a deep breath, then kicked out with both legs at
the same time with as much strength as she could muster.
The large stone went shooting out and
crashed into a far wall. She flipped herself around and peeked out through the
hole, noting that whatever sort of cell they'd stuck her in was by another
torch-lit corridor. She waited for a moment, but the guards didn't come running
at the sound of the smashing stone.
Emma knew it would be a tight squeeze, but
she was pretty sure she could fit through the hole she made. There were
definite perks to being as small as she was, even if she never could seem to
come anywhere close reaching the top shelf.
She pushed through the hole, wincing as her
shoulders stuck for a moment, but then she was able to force them through with
a little twisting. Finally, she stood, now back on the outside of the cell, and
wiped the dust from her body.
At first glance, it looked like she was
simply staring at a stone-lined hallway, but seeing as she'd somehow ended up
buried behind the rock, she assumed the others must be
as well.
She didn't know why Chalchicomehuel's guards
hadn't killed them outright back in the hallway, but she could ponder that
later.
Right now, she needed to find her friends so
they could save the world.

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I've got the drafts written for all the
chapters of this one now except the last chapter (which is half written) and
the epilogue. So I'm going to try to just post a chapter every day until I get
it all up.
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