Coming Back | By : Vulnerable Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 6867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Thanks for review Alice, hope you enjoy the rest.
‘Let us go you fucking bastards.’ one initiative soldier shouted from where he was tied up next to his other soldier buddies. He then looked over at Riley, glaring angrily, one word spilling from his mouth filled with disgust. ‘Traitor.’
Riley’s face fell. He knew how the other soldiers would react to him, but it still hurt to know that after all the time working together they could be like that. Then again would he be any different if he hadn’t of been found out, but he actually had, he had the broken fingers and smashed up face to prove it.
However he wasn’t going to let them treat him like dirt, they needed to understand how the Initiative worked and it really wouldn’t be a nice thing to hear.
‘Just listen to me you dumb fuck.’ he shouted at the soldier, grabbing out with his hand until he realised he couldn’t do much other then prod him. ‘You have been captured by the enemy. You have been stuck here with us for longer then the Initiative would prohibit for your safe return. You are now a traitor like me, so don’t expect to be accepted back into the fold. You need to start dealing.’
Riley stopped his prodding and the tied up soldier tried to scoot back further into the wall. He gave a nervous cough before he continued to speak. ‘Yeah ok.’ then eventually he added a mumbled ‘Sorry.’ which Riley did actually hear and smiled slightly because of it.
It had taken longer then expected to get the Initiative soldiers to at least listen to what they had to say, even with Riley adding in comments of his own to help them along in their decisions. In the end Spike’s brand of ‘talking’ helped them clear up any problems they had with helping take down the Initiative. That and the example that was Riley, as he showed them his mangled hands.
They again made up a plan, this time involving the Initiative soldiers, the ones who felt able enough to come along. However the ones that wouldn’t listen were left tied up in the corner.
It was near lunchtime of a new day and the Scoobies were getting ready for the attack on the Initiative base because they were off, for as soon as the sun set. Buffy was cleaning her axe, which hadn’t left her side since the attack the day before and Giles was the same with his sword. Xander and Spike were just relaxing in an armchair, Xander sitting on Spikes lap, nuzzling into his body to try and get a sense of calm. They had been a little peckish a while ago, but some of the not so nice soldiers had been good enough to lend a hand, or blood in this case to vamps in need. They only took enough to tie them over for the rest of the day, so none of the soldiers had died.
They sat with each other, waiting to leave and talking about their fears for Dru and Oz.
‘What we got out of that one soldier, do you think it was true?’
‘I don’t know luv.’ he pulled Xander close staring unseeingly at the room. ‘But if it is. They all better run.’
Xander gave a smile at that, he always had loved his mates protectiveness of his family and Xander was no different. If he found out what was happening to Dru and Oz was true, which he suspected it was, then they’d have not just Spike to worry about him as well.
They looked up from their snuggling a while later to the sound of Riley’s voice pleading with the Buffy for something.
‘Please let me go with you. I-I want to help.’ Riley said glancing nervously from axe to Buffy’s face unsure as to how she would react to him actually speaking her.
‘And how are you gonna help with broken fingers?’ she spoke through clenched teeth and gripped tighter on her axe, which didn’t go unnoticed by Riley as her took a step back.
‘I just . .I just want to make up for what I was going to do.’
‘Listen closely, you want to help, stay here. I hate you and that isn’t gonna change one bit. However what will show me that you have some sense of actual human emotions is, if you stay here with Willow while we go and stop your employers.’
‘Fine. I can do that.’ then he walked off to sit down on the couch face in hands. There was almost a look of sympathy in Buffy’s face before she thoroughly squashed it down.
When they finally left Giles’, they left Willow and Riley there with her laptop. Willow made up a couple more paralysis potions just in case the any other soldiers were sent to get the ones tied up. Riley was back up for Willow and his hands were slowly healing with the help of a potion and some herbs.
The other soldiers that were tied up had already been given the paralysis potion, so they lay motionless in their corner of the room. She was the main part of the plan ‘Key girl’ as Xander had put it, she was in charge of taking down the Initiative with the help of her computer and some codes the more helpful soldiers had given her. All she had to do was wait for the call from the others and then she would start hacking.
She turned sharply as she heard the phone ring, three rings and then it stopped, they were ready. ‘Here goes nothing.’ she muttered nervously and began.
Maggie Walsh sat in her office looking over some lab test results and pulling up x-rays as well as blood samples for her next experiment. There was a slow hesitant knock, that caused her to sigh slightly, she hated being disturbed.
‘Come in.’ she called not even looking up from her computer screen, who ever it was didn’t deserve any spare time from her.
‘Um, Professor Walsh the female vampire is prepped for the experiment.’ a short bolding man who seemed to swim in the lab coat, stated nervously as he entered the office. He was very wary of her. Ever since there had been no response from the soldiers she had sent out, she had been a little, tense was not really the word, pissed maybe.
‘Ah, yes good. We’ll start in a moment Dr Franklin.’ she continued looking over the information in front of her until all of a sudden, the computer screen started to scramble. The image began to fracture into smaller and smaller pieces, numbers and letter appearing randomly. ‘What the hell?!?’ she began to type in shutdown codes and passwords anything to stop the computer from continuing to malfunction. She stopped suddenly, tense and mouth drawn in a thin line of rage.
Dr Franklin nervously made his way over to the computer knowing something was terribly wrong from the way Professor Walsh was behaving. Turning the monitor slightly towards himself as she walked off to her filing cabinet. He saw the picture on the screen, a yellow smiling face took up the screen. Peering a little closer he was able to see a pair of fangs attached to the mouth. This looked bad. He turned back to Professor Walsh and saw her quickly taking out files from her filing cabinet and placing them rapidly into a suitcase she had acquired form under her desk.
‘Professor. . . . ?’
‘We need to get out of here NOW!!’ then the lights went out, suddenly followed by the red glow of back up lights. However the warning sirens were firing and the shrill sound echoed throughout the building.
Professor Walsh came out of her office and noticed the chaos around her, red lights and sirens and soldiers running around with weapons aimed and ready. She grabbed at the first soldier she saw.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Ma’am we’ve been infiltrated and the power has been turned off in the hostiles containment area.’
‘What! Damn it, those rotten children.’ she looked around nervously, clutching tightly to the suitcase in her hands. ‘Get word out to all the soldiers to take out all of the hostiles they come across and make their way out of the building. We need to retreat.’
‘Yes ma’am.’ he saluted then rushed off to inform his comrades of Professor Walsh’s orders.
She carried on down the corridor and turned into another room along the way. She went straight over to the filing cabinet near the end of the room and again hurriedly threw papers and folders into the suitcase. She turned to find that Dr Franklin had followed her the whole way and was now fidgeting behind her, she gave him a searching look.
‘What do you want?’ he looked around nervously, flinching as the sirens kept wailing in his ears.
‘I was wondering what was going on.’
‘I am collecting all my research.’ she said throwing another stack of files into the now over flowing suitcase. ‘And then I am getting out of here, like you should be.’ she raced out of the room again, back into the corridor. As she carried on marching down at a furiously fast pace she was joined again by Dr Franklin scurrying beside her, she gave a sigh just before a huge explosion rung out through the corridor.
Professor Walsh pulled herself up from the floor, shaking off any debris that had fallen on her. Dr Franklin was already standing staring up at where the explosion had come from, a shocked expression on his face.
She turned round to see what had him so frozen in place and saw a group of demons coming towards their location. She quickly picked up her suitcase clutching it to her chest as she limped slightly down to the next door.
‘Wh-What are you doing Professor?’
‘I’m not letting my work go up in flames, it needs to be saved.’
‘But the hostiles are coming, they’ll be here soon.’
‘Fine you go, I’ll save my work.’
He looked around nervously, head turning back and forth between the hostiles progressing down the corridor and the door leading to another office.
‘Ok fine. I’m going.’ and he scuttled off up the corridor to the emergency exit.
Professor Walsh shook her head and with a single-minded focus started to pile more folders into the spilling suitcase, she tried to sort them out fast, pushing them in and shoving down on the lid of the case until she was able to lock it.
‘Finally.’ she breathed and turned to leave the office, however she came face to face with a group of hostiles all different species, but all after her blood.
She backed away from them still clutching her suitcase like it was a lifeline, the holy grail and in her eyes it was. It was her life’s work and she wasn’t going to give that up easily. She checked over the demons quickly as they closed in on her and her back made sudden contact with the wall. She couldn’t see the marking that showed whether they were chipped or not and she was getting slightly worried.
The group of 5 demons were practically on top of her before any of them spoke and when they did, she paled noticeably, to their pleasure.
‘We don’t have chips, we were fresh in this morning.’
Professor Walsh was ready to scream her lungs out until she noticed them moving back and away from her, she sighed heavily in relief thinking that they weren’t going to kill her, that she had a slim chance. She was wrong.
One demon was a flame demon, his internal functions were that he could accumulate certain gases that would ignite once he projected out of his mouth. And as he stepped back, he opened his mouth. The rest of the demons either side of him howled in joy as they watched the evil bitch burn alive. Her screams were music to their ears and louder then the sirens still wailing around them. She was hitting notes that the greatest singer would have envied. They were loving it.
Her flesh seared and oozed in seconds, charcoaling her body. The suitcase in her arms went up even quicker then her body that seemed to melt off of her like wax. She could feel every inch of the flames burning her, the pain was like millions of shards of glass embedding into her body.
Finally her voice ran raw and she couldn’t scream anymore as her internal organs baked inside and left through clumps of blood from her mouth. It took an excruciating long amount of minutes before she finally ended up as a pile of ashes and scorched bones on the floor of the office. And all the time she was dying, it was to the look of smiles, before her eyes burned to a crisp and then to the sounds of cheers and howls of joy.
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