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Buffy didn’t want
to be nervous. She knew her fear wouldn’t benefit either of them, but the
thought of going back into that house after what had happened the last time…
If Spike didn’t
make it out, Buffy knew she’d lose it completely. She’d been too broken,
brought to the point where she depended on him wholly. If she didn’t have him,
she’d no longer have anything.
He was her
tormenter and her savior, and she needed him.
“There’s no way I
can talk you out of this?”
Spike turned
towards her at the question, his eyes warm though determined. “We have to,
sweetheart.”
“Just don’t leave
me. Please, Spike. I know it sounds corny, but I’d dust without you. I wouldn’t
have a reason to go on anymore.” She looked down at her hands, her eyes
focusing on the last of the quickly fading burns. “I’ve already lost too much.”
Spike crossed the
room to her and took her hands in his, his thumbs rubbing over the
almost-healed skin. “We’re both going to make it through this, kitten. I
promise you.”
“You said that
last time, too,” Buffy pointed out.
“Yeah, and we
did.”
Buffy looked up
him sharply, her eyes wide. “But you’re…”
“I am,” Spike acknowledged,
cutting her off before she had to say the words. “But we’re both still here,
and we’re together. That’s the important part, Buffy, and
it’s not going to change. Ever.”
“We should be
running, Spike. We should be getting far away from here and from him.”
“Can’t do that,”
Spike said, shaking his head. “I don’t run. Not like that.”
“You don’t know
what he’s capable of.”
Spike remembered
watching Drusilla fall apart, remembered the moment he’d found her body, and
met Buffy in the eye. “Yes, I do.”
“I…” Buffy pulled
away and turned her back on him. “Can’t we give it another night?”
Spike wrapped his
arms around her and brought her to him again. “No. The sooner
the better, luv. It’s already been days, and the more time that passes, the more of a chance Angelus has to build up his
forces. We need to strike now while there’s still a chance he hasn’t been able
to replace all the minions we offed.”
Buffy knew he was
right, and she knew she was only trying to stall the inevitable. As much as she
hated to admit it, they did need to truly put Angelus behind them – though
realizing that didn’t ease her fear that they wouldn’t succeed if they tried.
“Don’t think I won’t give you a huge ‘I told you so’ if you get dusted,” she
said, though Spike could hear the fear beneath her jest.
“And then I’d
completely deserve it, but it’s not going to be necessary.”
“You better make
sure it isn’t,” Buffy replied, trying to smile at him though she wiped her
eyes.
Spike pressed a
lingering kiss against her forehead. “I already promised you forever, baby, and
I’m not breaking my word.”
Hoping it
wouldn’t be the last time, Buffy tangled her fingers
in his hair and brought his mouth to hers.
*** *** ***
The closer they
got to the mansion, the more afraid Buffy grew. She’d never been so scared of
anything – not even her own death.
She had no fear
at the thought of facing Angelus. There was nothing he could do to her that he
hadn’t already.
But if she lost Spike…
Buffy wasn’t
going to let that happen.
She’d seen it on
the way out the door and a plan had formed quickly in her mind. It was crazy,
she knew, and Spike was going to be royally pissed off at her afterwards, but
at least he wouldn’t be dust.
She’d kept it
tucked in her jeans since they’d left the apartment, and she’d spent the entire
drive worried he’d see it and her plan would be ruined. But he was parking the
car now, and Buffy knew soon, it would be over.
Spike would be
safe…
He twisted the
key in the ignition, cutting off the car, and Buffy reached out and touched his
face, guiding him closer to her. He didn’t hesitate in moving nearer, in
letting his guard down to kiss her.
She’d feel a bit
guilty if it weren’t for his own good…
Buffy moved
quickly, pressing the taser to Spike’s side before he
had a chance to see what she was doing. She winced as he convulsed against her
until he slumped unconscious in the seat.
“I’m so sorry,
baby,” Buffy whispered, dropping the taser. She took
a deep breath to clear her head then moved quickly, knowing she was working on
a time schedule now. She got out of the car and went around to the driver’s
side, taking Spike out and then dragging him into the back, laying him out on
the seats, hoping it would call less attention to him that way.
She whispered
another apology with a brush of a kiss against his forehead, then grabbed two
stakes, tucked them into her waistband, and left Spike and the DeSoto behind.
Buffy pushed her
fear to the back of her mind as she walked towards the mansion. She had no
reason to be afraid anymore. Spike was safe.
She just
needed to finish this before he woke up and came after her…
Buffy went in
through the sewers again, moving silently through the tunnels until she reached
the underground entrance to the mansion. She slipped inside easily, ready to
fight whomever was posted as guards tonight.
Only there was no
one.
Buffy gripped one
of the stakes in her hand as she moved into the main part of the mansion, ready
for a fight.
Again, she found
nothing but quiet.
Eerie quiet…
She would’ve
thought the building had been abandoned had her senses not been screaming at
her that her sire was close. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she
gripped her stake tighter.
Buffy knew
Angelus well enough to know when she was being toyed with, but she didn’t care.
One way or another, her history with him was ending that night.
“Scared to show
your face, Angelus?” Buffy yelled, her voice echoing in the empty room. “Why
don’t you pretend to be a man for once and come out and face me?”
Angelus’s answering laugh sounded
from somewhere in the shadows, and Buffy fought against her own anxiety. Part
of her longed to have Spike by her side now, though she knew it was for the
best to keep him where he was out of harm’s way.
“You’re not
amusing, you know!” Buffy shouted back. “All you ever do is hide
in the shadows and play your little mind games. You never have the guts to face
anyone like a man. You’re pathetic, Angelus. I can’t believe I wasted so many
years with you.”
Angelus tsked as he stepped out into the moonlight streaming in
from the windows. “Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Look at you,
pretending to be tough. You and I both know what you are, baby. You’re just a
stupid little girl who isn’t any use unless her legs are in the air.”
“And what, that’s
supposed to hurt my feelings?” Buffy snapped. “I’m not yours anymore, Angelus.
There’s nothing you can say or do to hurt me anymore.”
His grin was
cruel as it spread across his face. “That so, sweetheart?
I think I can hurt you. I think I can hurt you a lot.”
“No, you can’t,”
Buffy said with a shake of her head.
He took a step
closer, and Buffy could see the coldness in his dark eyes. “Wanna
make a bet? Drusilla, darling, why don’t you bring our other
guest in here?”
Buffy gasped as
Drusilla walked into the room, Spike – still unconscious – slung over her
shoulder. She wondered why she hadn’t felt Spike near until she realized what
Angelus had been doing with his taunting.
He’d been keeping
her distracted while Drusilla went to get Spike.
“You’ve been a
naughty sister,” Drusilla said, snapping her jaws at Buffy. “I gave you a gift
and you left it outside to get dirty. I think she needs to be punished, Daddy.”
“Oh
yeah, Dru. She needs to be
punished,” Angelus said with a cruel grin. “And I’m going to like being the one
to punish her.”
Drusilla lowered
Spike to the ground and Angelus pulled his own stake out from his pocket. He knelt down over Spike, the stake pressing
lightly against the unconscious vampire’s heart. “So I can’t hurt you, Buffy?”
he asked smugly.
“Please,” Buffy
begged, the sound of her own needy voice making her sick. She didn’t know if
she could move fast enough to stake Angelus before he staked Spike, especially
with Drusilla in the mix.
Spike was
helpless to Angelus’s whims, and it was all her
fault.
She’d made him
vulnerable. If they actually did manage to get out of this, she wouldn’t be
surprised if he never forgave her.
“My pixies whispered
to me you’d be coming,” Drusilla hissed, spinning in a circle beside Angelus.
“They told me you’d come and we could play a game.”
“This isn’t a
game!” Buffy shouted. “He’s got a stake over the heart of your husband! Didn’t
you love him at all?”
“Oh but the best
games are played with death,” Drusilla replied with a laugh that managed to be
both childlike and sinister. “Did Daddy teach you nothing?”
“Just drop your
weapons and kick them over here, Buffy,” Angelus said tersely.
Buffy wanted to
cry, but she didn’t. She wouldn’t. She dropped both her stakes to the
ground and kicked them towards Angelus. Drusilla moved to pick them up, taking
them beyond Buffy’s reach.
“Tell me I can
hurt you, Buffy.”
Buffy shuddered
as her eyes zeroed in on Angelus’s stake poised to
take away the man she loved. “You can hurt me,” she said softly.
“Louder, bitch.”
“You can hurt
me,” Buffy said again.
“Louder!”
Her head snapped
up and she looked him in the eye before shouting, “You can hurt me!”
“Tell me you
belong to me.”
The words stuck
in her throat like bile, and Buffy glared coldly at him.
Angelus raised
the stake to strike, and Buffy screamed the words.
“I belong to
you!”
“Tell me you’re
my whore.”
Hot, angry tears
pricked the corner of her eyes, but she would never let them fall. “I’m your
whore,” she ground out, her whole body tensing with hatred of the words.
“That’s right,
bitch. You’re my whore. You should be on your knees begging to suck my cock,
not thinking you can run off with this worthless piece of crap fledgling.” He
trailed the stake over Spike’s chest. “He could never please you like I do,
Buff.”
Buffy clenched
her fists, her fingernails cutting deep red crescents into the skin of her
palms.
“Tell me I’m
right, Buffy. Tell me how only I can please you.”
She didn’t think
she’d ever hated someone more in her life as she did when she told Angelus what
he wanted to hear. “Only you can please me.”
“Mmm. Music to my ears. All that fire and hatred in there. It’s gonna
feel so good breaking you again. It’ll be just like the old days. Think I can
still make you bleed just from fucking you?”
“I won’t let you
touch me again,” Buffy said, her words a growl. “I’d dust before I let you put
your hands on me.”
“No, baby, I
don’t think you will. But your little boyfriend here?
Well, he’s a different story. I think the first time I take you will be right
here, on his dust. How’s that sound?”
Buffy screamed as
Angelus raised his hand, the stake coming down towards Spike’s heart. She
lunged for him, even though she knew she could never make it in time.
The stake
centimeters from his heart, Spike’s eyes shot open, a roar sounding from him as
they changed to feral gold.
He grabbed Angelus’s wrist and the stake clamored to the ground.
*** *** ***
To be concluded
in the next chapter…
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