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Fight or Flight	By : spuffy23 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4- The Cell
The demons approached the trunk, ripping it open. One of them hit both Spike and Buffy across the back of their heads, with a bat of some kind, before they had a chance to make any moves.
Buffy awoke with a massive headache, and before she had even opened her eyes, all the memories of the attack came flooding back to her. Depressed she attempted to sit up. Once she realised that there was something on top of her, she snapped her eyes open. Laying on her chest, there was a dead weight literally. It was Spike, who was still unconscious and dribbling all over her.
"Spike!" Buffy struggled to sit up, and Spike began to stir.
"Huh? What? Who?" Spike was mumbling.
Buffy pushed him off her in an attempt to see where they were. When she pushed him, she noticed that she was pulled in that direction.
"NO! No, no, no and NO! This can't be happening!" Buffy moaned
When she looked down at her wrist it still had the handcuff on, but now instead of being attached to her other wrist it was now attached to Spike�s.
"Bloody hell!" Spike finally had woken up and looked down at the cuffs.
"This is the WORST day of my life!" Buffy said, as she attempted to get him off her.
She looked at her surroundings, surprised by what she saw. They were in, what looked like a hotel room. Both of them were sprawled across a queen size bed with, pink satin sheets and fluffy pillowcases. There was a door to her right, which she assumed was the toilet and shower. To her left, there was a small lounge area with a cosy looking couch and a large TV. Past that, there was a small kitchenette, which looked as though it might contain some food. The door was the only thing out of place, which was made of solid steel, obviously they knew a Slayers strength.
"Where are we?" Buffy mused.
She tried to drag Spike to his feet, so that she would be able to investigate.
"Don't know luv, but lets close those blinds. The sun will be up soon,"
They attempted to cross the room, towards the large bay window. Spike more then once walked into Buffy, and she got their arms caught up. Exasperated Spike shoved his way past Buffy, dragging her over to the curtains.
"I thought that we were just food," Buffy mused
She was now dragging Spike to the kitchen. She opened up the fridge to reveal a large amount of food and bags of blood.
"They were planning to take us here," Spike stated, as he picked up one of the blood bags.
"Why? And why would they want to cuff us together?" Buffy asked him, as she reached for the orange juice.
Buffy walked over to get a glass, as Spike went to go sit in the lounge. Buffy cried out when she felt her wrist nearly pulled off.
"What are you doing Slayer?" Spike cried out as he was being pulled in Buffy's direction.
He realised what they had just done and started to laugh. Buffy was not amused and rubbed her sore wrist. Spike put on a straight face, and decided that they should get back to business.
"Well, I think they would cuff us together, probably because they noticed my earlier escape attempt. Trying to make sure I don�t give it another go," Spike suggested.
Buffy moved more carefully this time, as she made her way to get a glass.
"How are we going to escape? And how long do you think they want to keep us here?" She asked.
Buffy sounded so innocent to him. It made him rethink his sarcastic remark, of 'how the hell would I know?' which was just about to leave his lips.
"When the sun goes down we�ll try the window. We may be able to jump or something. As for how long, I'm really not sure, but there is enough blood in there to last two months," he replied.
Spike saw her face fall and her mouth dropped open, stunned.
"Th-they wouldn't keep us her for *two months*? Would they?" she asked.
Buffy dragged Spike over to the living room and sat on the couch.
"I honestly don't know pet," he answered.
Spike had no idea what to say to her, but the prospect of spending two months alone handcuffed to her was somewhat appealing to him.
Buffy was devastated. She couldn't stand to think of being away from her friends and family for two months. Having to spend two months with Spike, was a fate worse than death let alone being hand cuffed to him as well.
After thoroughly checking everything out in their room they discovered a few things, the drawers by the bed were filled with only female clothes which were Buffy's size. This meant that they either hadn�t planned on having a male visitor with her, or they had packed the blood when they dropped them here. Or that they didn't mind if Spike was smelly.
They decided that it was the former, because the majority of the room was made up for one. One towel, one toothbrush, one chair, one everything. They also discovered that they couldn't escape via the window, as it was bricked over. Something Spike had failed to notice when he was closing the curtains.
Buffy had fallen asleep in front of the TV, which had been placed there for decoration and didn�t even work. Spike had watched her sleep for hours now. Time just seemed to become meaningless as his eyes followed the rise and fall of her chest. She had such a total look of peace on her face. Spike pulled her into his arms, as best he could still being attached to her and carried her towards the bed. He softly laid her down and crawled into the bed, next to her.
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The head demon Henry, was concerned, could the cell hold both a slayer and a vampire? It had only been made for her, and he wasn't sure the consequences of having the vampire there too. They had made sure that they�d put enough blood in the fridge, when they had put them in there. Just to make certain that the vampire would not feed off the Slayer. He doubted that would happen anyway, she was a feisty one.
"The master is pleased," Ordet bowed when he faced Henry, to tell him of the master�s news.
"Good, good." Henry agreed absentmindedly.
"The cell was made to your liking?" Ordet asked, knowing that Henry would have approved.
"Yes Ordet it was fine, if only we had known of the vampire sooner. The Slayer had to be primed for the master to eat. In order to do that she must be in her top condition, with the drugs and vitamins in her food she should be acceptable. There was no use in jeopardising her state of mind by putting her in a dark dank cell. She must be in a suitable mental health also, or the master would never be able to digest her.
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