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Chapter 25
Buffy looked around at the carnage, and then saw Kendra lying on the floor. She ran to her and skidded down next to her on her knees. She saw that Kendra was dead and took her hand. Reaching up with her other hand, she gently stroked the other slayer’s face. Behind her a police officer raised his gun at her.
“Freeze!” the officer ordered.
Buffy jerked her head around to look back at him, seemingly caught red-handed.
“Put your hands up. Back away from the girl slowly,” the officer ordered.
Another officer walked in behind the first, gun drawn and surveyed the scene. Buffy slowly rose to her feet and raised her hands.
“Look, I didn't do anything,” Buffy told the officer tentatively.
“Do it! Now!” the officer yelled.
The second officer holstered her gun and crouched down to feel for Kendra's pulse, but couldn't find one.
“This one's dead,” the officer announced to her partner.
“What about up there?” the first officer asked as he nodded toward the mezzanine.
Buffy and the officer looked up at the stacks and saw Xander lying unconscious on the floor behind the railing.
“Xander . . .” Buffy breathed.
She started to move to him, but the female officer grabbed her and pushed her back.
“Get her out of here!” the officer barked the order at her partner.
“Wait! Just see if he's okay! Please!” Buffy was desperate to find out the condition of her other friends.
The second officer handed her off to the first, and then went to check on Xander. Buffy offered no resistance, and let herself be led out. The second officer crouched down by Xander to check him.
When the first officer led Buffy out to the hall, Buffy turned and pleaded again. “Please. You don't understand.”
“You'd do well to keep your mouth shut, missy,” the officer warned.
They turned down the hall and Buffy saw Snyder coming toward her followed by two more officers.
“But I didn't do anything,” Buffy insisted to the officers and anyone within hearing distance.
“Why do I find that so very hard to believe?” Snyder asked spitefully.
The officer nodded to the others behind the principal, “In there.” He turned to Snyder and asked, “You know this girl?”
“Yes,” Snyder sneered. “Her name is Buffy Summers. If there's trouble, she's behind it,” the principal stated flatly.
Buffy was indignant over what this little man, whose probably only enjoyment came from being in a position of higher power, thought of her ‘job’. “You stupid little troll,” she spat at the man angrily, “You have no idea!”
“Attitude problem: Serious,” Principal Snyder amended.
Buffy faced the officer. “Look, I just wanna know if my friends are okay,” she said anxiously. All she wanted was to see if her friends were all right, find her watcher and get back to Spike at this point.
“All right, that's enough,” the officer said, trying to calm the girl down.
The officer spun Buffy back around and pulled the handcuffs loose from his belt. He moved to place the cuffs around her wrists and read her Miranda rights.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and . . .” he started to say.
Buffy glanced over her shoulder, and without warning she threw a backhand punch in the officer’s in the face. He grunted in pain and stumbled backward into the lockers. She grabbed him by the neck and pushed his head down, flipping him over onto his back. Snyder took a shocked step back. The principal was too stunned by what he just saw her do to move, and let her run down the hall without even looking at her. The second officer rushed out of the library when she heard the commotion and saw her partner on the floor and Buffy running away. She raised her gun and took aim at Buffy.
“Stop!” the officer called out the order to the girl.
At that moment, Snyder turned around to see Buffy running away but he was still too shook up to have the sense to get out of the officer's way.
“Get down!” the officer told the principal.
Buffy looked back and turned down an adjacent hall as the officer took a shot. The bullet shattered the window of the hall door. The other two officers ran out of the library, guns drawn and ready, and she waved them in Buffy's direction. They ran in pursuit. She grabbed the radio at her shoulder and put out an all-points-bulletin on Buffy.
“All units, we have a fugitive on foot at the high school. Homicide suspect. Female, blond, approximately sixteen years old. Suspect is very dangerous,” she announced into the receiver.
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In the Emergency Room at Sunnydale General Hospital, Buffy crept into the hall wearing a wool cap and a long, dark coat. She averted her eyes from the doctors and nurses. On the wall she found a slot with a few patient histories and checked the names on them. There were none that interested her. She continued slowly down the hall, avoiding the eyes of a passing doctor. She checked another series of slots for names on paperwork, but found nothing she recognized. Further down the hall she turned down the left passageway. Behind her Xander walked up and touched her on the back. She gasped in surprise and spun around and then sighed in relief to see him standing there.
“Xander!” Buffy cried softly, hugging her friend tightly. “Ohhh . . .”
Xander hugged her back and they held each other for a long moment, and then Buffy let go of him. She looked him over quickly to see any open wounds or bite marks on his flesh and found none.
“I was so worried, I didn't know if you were okay. The cops were . . .” Buffy started to explain the situation and why she couldn’t get to her friends sooner.
Xander nodded and cut her off, “Yeah, I-I heard them chase you out. I was just coming out of it.” He held up his arm in a cast and smiled weakly. “Souvenir.”
“Well, what about the others?” Buffy asked anxiously.
Buffy hoped that her friends and watcher survived Drusilla and the minions. Her Slayer may have accepted them as family, but that didn’t mean she wanted her friends harmed. She was still trying to ascertain why her Slayer’s demon had taken over her senses. Everything was still so new to her.
During one of their talks, Spike had promised Buffy to take her to a quiet place where there was nothing but nature around her to hone her senses. The harshness of the city was playing hell on her. Everything was so loud and bright. Lights seemed to be spotlight-bright and sounds were as if they were blared from a megaphone. Even in this hospital all the beeping machines and chatter were causing her head to hurt. She tried to steel herself from the pain to focus on her friends.
“Are they okay?” Buffy asked as she tried to focus her attention on him and not the noise around her.
At that moment Xander saw two officers come into the hall over Buffy’s shoulder. He grabbed her in another tight hug. Buffy went along with the ruse, but wondered what was up with her friend’s sudden touchiness. That was when she glimpsed the cops and she hid her face in Xander's shoulder while they headed down the hall in the direction that she had come in. When the police were gone they separated again.
“Okay. That was about equal parts protecting me and copping a feel, right?” Buffy asked as she smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Xander didn't smile back. He turned his face down looking sad and very worried.
“What is it?” she asked as she became more worried. Oh, God, someone else died, didn’t they?
Xander led her to a room where an unconscious Willow lay in a hospital bed. She had a bandaged cut on her forehead and a black eye, but otherwise seemed unhurt. Buffy and Xander stood next to the bed, watching their friend.
“The doctor said it was head trauma. She can wake up at any time, but, um . . . the longer it lasts, the . . . less likely it is,” Xander said somberly.
“What went on in the library after I left, Xander?” Buffy asked, not keen on wanting to know the truth.
“When you left, Willow and Giles tried to do the spell to re-curse Angelus with a soul and bring Angel back,” Xander told her. His features hardened with the memory of what happened earlier. “Drusilla showed up with her minions, all hell broke loose and a vampire toppled a bookcase over on her in the stacks,” he said sadly.
Buffy reached up to Willow’s face and brushed back a few stray hairs. “Where are her parents?” she asked quietly.
“With relatives in Phoenix. I gave them a call. They're . . . they're getting on a plane to come back,” Xander told her.
“Does Oz know?” Buffy asked offhandedly. She thought for sure Oz would want to be here, if he had known what happened.
Xander realized his glaring omission. “Oh, man. Oz left after you did for band practice. Um . . . I didn't even think. Um . . . I'll call him.”
Buffy tensed as she heard footsteps behind her and turned quickly to see who it was. Xander looked over his shoulder, too, and they saw Cordelia come in. He walked over to her.
“Hey,” Xander said softly as he put his arms around his girlfriend to hug her.
“Hey,” she whispered back and kissed him.
Cordelia sighed gratefully. “How is she?” she asked. They separated and looked at Willow. “The doctor told me that . . .” she started to say before Xander cut her off.
“Yeah. We're, uh . . . still waiting,” Xander said morosely.
“Are you okay?” Buffy asked the cheerleader.
“I ran. I think I made it through three counties before I realized nobody was chasing me. Not too brave,” Cordelia gave a small smile at her own actions in a fight.
“It was the right thing to do,” Buffy assured her. At least one person that I know of has escaped my family’s clutches unharmed.
“Did Giles keep up with you?” Xander asked Cordelia.
Cordelia shook her head. “I didn't see Giles.”
“You mean he's not in the hospital?” Buffy asked, surprised that her Watcher was missing.
“No,” Xander confirmed.
Buffy gave them a very concerned stare and then ran out of the hospital. She had to get to the mansion, and find her watcher. Who knew what Angelus and Drusilla had planned for the awakening of the stone demon?
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Giles was lying on the living room floor of Angelus’ mansion. The dark vampire lay on the floor facing him, waiting for him to regain consciousness.
“Mm . . .” Giles groaned. He stirred a bit and exhaled at the pain that shot through his body. “Ohhh . . .” he groaned again. He lifted his head and tried to focus his eyesight.
Angelus gave a small evil smile. “Hi, Rupert. I wasn't sure you were gonna wake up. You had me worried,” he said and then hopped to his feet.
Giles took his time to gain his bearings and stood up slowly. “What do you want?”
“I wanna torture you,” Angelus said with a smirk. “I used to love it, and it's been a long time,” he said and shrugged. “I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chainsaws.”
The vampire strolled past Giles and walked over to Acathla. Giles turned to watch him and saw the stone demon with the sword protruding from its chest. Angelus noticed Giles' stare.
Angelus looked from Giles over to the stone. “Oh, yeah. Acathla. He's an even harder guy to wake up than you are,” he said conversationally. “I mean, I performed the rituals, said all the right phrases . . . with blood on my hand,” he said and shrugged. “I got nothing but a big doughnut hole for my troubles.” He looked back at the Watcher. “I figure you know the ritual. You're pretty up on these things. You could probably . . . tell me what I'm doing wrong.” He turned back and approached Giles. “But honestly,” he raised his eyebrows. “I sorta hope you don't . . .” he said as he stopped in front of him. “'Cause I really wanna torture you.” He stared evilly at the watcher.
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Two police officers were scouring the Summers’ home looking for Buffy. An officer came down the stairs to where Detective Stein was questioning Joyce and went to stand next to him. He thought it would be more intimidating for the woman and she would give up her daughter.
“No. I-i-it's impossible. There . . . there's been some terrible mistake,” Joyce said shakily.
Joyce was still shocked at the news that her daughter was suspected of being a murderer. She knew that Buffy had trouble in the past, and was now the family member of a vampire clan, from what Rupert explained to her, but killing her friends? Buffy would just as soon die herself as hurt her friends.
“And you have no idea where your daughter is?” Detective Stein asked methodically.
“She said she was going to her friend Willow's house,” Joyce lied. She shook her head in denial that this was happening. “Maybe she slept over.”
“Is that Willow Rosenberg?” Detective Stein asked inquiringly.
“Yes,” Joyce said, curiosity filling her voice at the Detective’s tone.
“Second victim,” Stein whispered to his partner.
“What? What do you mean ‘second victim’?” Joyce asked, worried.
Joyce was so confused by the turn of events. First her daughter is a reported troublemaker, and then she found out her daughter was a vampire slayer, and that Kendra was one too, then Buffy was kidnapped by her former vampire boyfriend, and then she was mated to another vampire boyfriend, and now she was a suspected murderer? This was all insane.
“Your daughter has a history of violence. Doesn't she, Ms. Summers?” Detective Stein queried while giving the woman a hard look.
Detective Stein nodded for the officer to leave the house, and the man left.
“Well . . .” Joyce started to say. She didn’t want to believe the worst about her daughter.
Detective Stein gave her a smug expression. “You call us,” he said as he pulled his wallet out. “Okay?” He dug out a card and said, “If she decides to stop by.” He handed Joyce the card. “It would be best for all involved if she just comes in.”
Detective Stein raised an eyebrow and he walked out of the house leaving Joyce very worried and confused.
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Buffy walked through the park with her head down. A car drove by. She stepped into the street and watched as the car left the area. When she turned back she saw a police car coming, but didn't run; instead she hoped that the officer wouldn’t notice her. He did, though, and turned on his light bar and let the siren give a brief loud tone. He pulled the car aside, stopped and got out. Buffy ignored him and kept walking right past the front of the vehicle. The officer drew his weapon.
“Hold right there!” He ordered as his slammed his door.
Buffy spun around to face him but didn’t say anything. She was too worried about everything else going on tonight than a cop trying to arrest her for something she didn’t do.
“Put your hands on your head! Do it!” the officer ordered.
Buffy stared at his gun, frightened, and began to raise her hands. Suddenly the gun was kicked out of the officer's hands. He was kicked in the face and in the shin, then grabbed and thrown onto the hood of his car, where he lay unconscious. His attacker faced a surprised and terrified Buffy.
“Hello, cutie.” Spike smiled at his mate. “Seems you’ve had an eventful night yet again – and without me,” he said in mock hurt.