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Chapter 11

Buffy sighed and leaned back in her chair as Riley shut the door behind him. “Hey guys. What’s up?”

Xander, loveable, yet disillusioned Xander had to speak first. “Buffster! How’s Joyce?” He spoke quietly, careful not to disturb her mother, but she knew there was something behind those words.

“She’s fine, should be outta here in no time. Did you guys wanna visit? Cause she just woke up and you missed her. It’ll probably be awhile before she gets up again.” She stood up and stretched, then gestured to her chair. “Want to sit?”

No one moved. No one looked her in the eye either.

“Okay. I get it something’s made you guys come up here while my mom is in the hospital and try to step in to say whatever it is, but frankly, I don’t have the time right now. Did that about cover it all?” She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stare them all down.

Willow walked over; taking her hand and getting a worried look on her face. “No, no, no. We get that you’re feeling threatened, Buffy, but that’s so not the case.” She paused and looked at the others. “We’re concerned. You and Spike---“

Buffy let go of her hand. “Can we not do this right now? Spike has been there when I couldn’t be around everyone else and I can’t understand why you guys don’t get that. You all have problems, and I support you—“

“Or threaten to kill us,” Xander interjected.

“Yeah, or threaten to kill you, when you needed it, and you act all high and mighty in Mom’s hospital room?” She paused looking at all of them pointedly. “If you want to talk about the friendship I have with Spike, it will wait until I can meet you somewhere else. Got it?”

Riley walked up and brushed the hair from in front of her eyes. “We were afraid you’d say that.” From behind his back, a tranquilizer gun appeared and shot her in the shoulder. A shooting pain ran up to her neck and she pulled it out.

“What?” She stumbled back and fell on the nightstand next to Joyce’s bed. The last thing she remembered when she passed out was Giles and Riley grabbing her from both ends, each of them quietly saying they were sorry.


Muted pastels were swirling in the air above her as she woke, making her nauseas. Her left arm was heavy, below where they shot her; she couldn’t even lift it. Not her head either, but there was some metal collar around it, strapped to wherever she was by some chain, she supposed. The bed she laid on was small, but comfortable. They are so going to die when this is all over, she thought to herself, cause if they aren’t under some spell, they’ve just pissed me off.

She heard a noise, a groan from the other side of the room. She could turn her head, and when she did she almost cried out.

There, beaten, topless, and bloody, laid Spike. He was chained with thick iron manacles at the throat, legs, wrists, and one around his belly. This face was almost unrecognizable; someone had a very good time with him. Spike was lying on a similar bed, no distinguishable features to it. They were the only four things in the room, as far as she could see. It was small, with a light, and no window. A metal door was their only way out.

He groaned again.

“Spike? Wake up!” She croaked.

He turned his head toward her voice, and his eyes were closed, fused shut with matted blood and swelling. “Buffy?” He whispered over to her, “Are you alright, love?”

She smiled and closed her eyes. He was still worried about her, even though he was the one that had clearly gotten the shit kicked out of him. “Yeah, Spike, I’m okay. Can you move?”

“Nah. They got me strung up here right proper. Bit your ex when they moved me in here, got a right good beating for that.” He giggled. “Then, ask he was kicking my ass, I swept his legs out from underneath him and he fell and cracked his noggin, which by the way, was totally worth all the pain I suffered.” He pulled his hands together to cover his chest. “Saw you lying there, though they’d killed you or something. Then I heard your heartbeat, and just knew I had to hurt ‘em.” He felt around in his pants pockets for some smokes. “You wouldn’t by any chance have some cigs, would you? Seem to have dropped mine off somewhere with my coat.”

She laughed, “No, I don’t. As soon as we get out of here, you get a whole carton though. I promise.” She moved slowly to sit up. “So, where have they put us?”

“Well, they shot me with one of those tazer guns that Captain Cardboard had when he worked with the soldier boys. Near as I can tell though, we’re not far from good old SunnyHell.” He stopped for a moment, pondering. “Ever think of changing your address, pet? I think once this is over, you could move to somewhere safe, like Chattanooga or something far away from these crazy, touched, sons a bitches.”

“Spike, not helping.”

“Sorry Slayer, just feeling your pain and all that.”

“Still not helping.”

“Did you ever think that your Scoobies would ever do something this crazy? I mean you could kick them all in a matter of mere minutes, and they do this? I’d wager Red is having a near heart attack at the prospect of you comin’ after her.” He tried opening his eyes. “Do you see any water anywhere?”

“Spike, stop. I have an idea. I’ll need your help though, can you move?” He shifted, and manually opened his eyes with his fingers, if only so he could see a little.

“I’m all yours, Slayer.”

She looked at the chains on the wall and thought for a minute. These weren’t concrete. They could break these and get out very easily. They just had to use each other’s strength to get it done. She tried to reach over and grab his chains. She could reach them. Which meant that if she needed his help, he could as well.

She pulled. “Pull with me Spike.”


So, ten minutes later, they were free from the chains. Not fully of course, they hadn’t removed them from their bodies, no key. What they hadn’t counted on when the escape was taking place was the fact that there might be some kind of enchantment on the door. That being said, they were still stuck in their prison.

Buffy was lying next to Spike on her bed, because it wasn’t bloody, when a voice came into the room. “Buffy, get away from the vampire.”

She looked up and around, then she laid back down.

“Buffy, move away from Spike, now!”

She recognized the voice. Riley. How clever of him to do this for them, she would have to thank him later.

“We are coming in, but you have to get away from the vampire, Buffy.”

She grinned. She knew exactly what she was going to do when they came.





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