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Buffy comes face to face with her kidnapper and finds comfort in an unlikely alli.

A huge thanks to my Beta All4spike for going over this chapter for me, thanks so much hun! Also a huge thanks to Edgehead for the awesome banner.
Chapter 20

Saving sunshine

Buffy tried to fight through the fuzziness that seemed to overcrowd her mind. Opening her eyes slowly, she tried desperately to focus but her eyes blurred under the glare of the bright light that swayed just above her. Her body ached and her head pounded. What the hell happened?” she thought to herself, trying to remember.

She remembered Willow telling her about the protection for the baby, and then she had ran out of the house. Had she fallen? Maybe hit her head? No that couldn’t be right, Spike would be there waiting for her to wake up.

It hit her then, like a tonne of bricks. She’d been talking to Spike then watched him slump to the floor unconscious, then something had pricked her in the neck. She moved to feel her neck and that’s when she realized her hands were bound. Panic burned through her. Forcing her eyes open again, she tried to focus and saw she was in some type of warehouse. She was tied to a cold metal surface. That was when she remembered Angel’s words to her about Cordy’s vision.

She said you were strapped to a table, scared and alone. Buffy tried to calm herself, realizing Cordy’s vision had come true. Just as she started to slow her breathing, she heard someone come in and move to stand next to her.

“Well, I see you’re finally awake Miss Summers.”

Looking up, she saw Quentin Travers smiling smugly at her. “Travers, I should have guessed,” she sighed in irritation.

“I’m surprised you didn’t, you were always very resourceful.”

“Then you know I’m getting out of here, one way or another.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be happening. Unfortunately you’re too much of a liability,” he informed her, pacing alongside her.

“I won’t let you hurt her.”

“Hurt her?” Travers looked stunned as he approached her. “You misunderstand Miss Summers. We have no desire to hurt her, we intend to raise her. She will be our most powerful weapon yet.”

“She is not your weapon,” Buffy yelled, thrashing at her restraints.

Travers laughed loudly at her actions. “You should really calm yourself; I would hate to see you hurt.”

“Yeah, I can see you’re real cut up about it,” she spat.

“Well, no matter. Very soon the surgical team will be here and shortly after that, the most powerful being ever born will arrive.”

“Even if you manage to get out of Sunnydale with her, and that’s a big if, do you really think that once she finds out the truth that she won’t hunt you down and kill you all?”

“I don’t foresee that being a problem because she will never know of you or Sunnydale.” He smiled, leaning next to Buffy’s face.

She fought the urge to spit in his face. “What, are you going to tell her she was an immaculate conception?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. She will grow up believing I’m her father and that her mother tragically died giving birth to her.” He chuckled, running his fingers across her face.

She pulled away from his touch, fighting the urge to throw up. “Spike won’t stop, none of them will, not until they find her and you,” Buffy hissed.

“Oh Miss Summers.” He laughed evilly. “What makes you think they’re still alive?” Buffy felt her skin go cold, her heart pounding in her ears at his admission.

“What did you do?” she whispered. He just stood staring at her. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” she yelled.

Slamming his hands on the metal just inches from her face, he hissed, “I eliminated the threat.”

Buffy’s mind spun. They were dead, all of them, because of her. “Oh my god,” she whispered as tears fell from her eyes.

“You really have no one to blame but yourself,” he replied standing to pace again.

Looking up at him, her eyes held a mixture of confusion and rage. “What?” she breathed.

“First you embarrass the council by running around with that beast Angelus. That was one thing, but then to form a relationship with Spike.... You were an embarrassment that couldn’t be tolerated... and that mouth of yours. So high and mighty, thinking you run this show...”

“I’m the slayer,” she spat.

“You are a weapon, nothing more... a weapon that can be replaced.”

Buffy felt her blood run cold; she needed to get out of here. No one was coming for her, she was alone but she couldn’t let this monster take her daughter. Buffy thrashed some more, trying to break the restraints, but it was no use.

“You should really calm yourself Miss Summers, it will all be over soon,” he sneered, stopping near her legs.

“And you should have retrained my legs.” She glared at him. Lifting her right leg and kicking him full force in the nose, she watched as he flew across the room and smashed into a nearby wall, splintering the foundation with the force of her kick. Dragging himself to his feet, he grasped his nose as blood poured from it.

“You’re going to pay for that, you little bitch!” he hissed. Grabbing a scalpel from the tray of instruments, he thrusted her top up, exposing her pregnant belly.

“I’m going to enjoy cutting into you.” He snarled, “If you’re a screamer, feel free.”

She had just felt the blade touch her belly when suddenly banging and screaming echoed through the warehouse. Then there was silence.

Travers turned towards the door, the scalpel still in his hand. Buffy could see his hands trembling, he was scared. Maybe it was Angel, maybe he had heard what had happened. Suddenly the door was kicked open, revealing the intruder.

“Drusilla,” Buffy whispered fearfully.

“Hello Sunshine.” She smiled like a little girl. “Such a naughty boy. Tsk tsk. Miss Edith told me all about you,” she scolded, shaking her head at Travers.

He turned, trying to keep her in his sights but it was no use. Within a blink of an eye, she was behind him. One hand knocked the scalpel from his grasp, the other wrapped around his neck, exposing it to her. Shifting into game face, Drusilla bit down viciously. Pulling away after a moment, she smiled at Buffy with blood dripping from her chin.

“Perhaps I should keep you forever, we could have many fun tea parties with Miss Edith.” Her golden eyes gleamed with excitement and blood lust.

“Dru,” Buffy whispered, her eyes pleading.

“I suppose you’re right, Sunshine. He would never stop trying to find our girl.”

Buffy was stunned. How did Dru know exactly what she was thinking?

“Pity,” Drusilla said indifferently before snapping his neck with one swift movement and dropping him to the ground with a thud. Moving over to Buffy, she quickly unbound her and helped her to her feet.

“Dru, why are you here?” Buffy asked, confused and still fearful that the vampire may also be after her daughter.

“Don’t fear Sunshine I’m here to save you.” She smiled happily, touching Buffy’s belly. “She is precious, our little one.”

Normally, everything in Buffy would be telling her to get away from the crazed vampire, but for some reason she was oddly comforted by her touch. “Thank you.”

Drusilla smiled at her words. Grasping Buffy’s wrists gently, she lifted them to her mouth and licked her wounds to help seal them. “They shall heal nicely, Sunshine,” Dru told her. “Come along, it’s time to get you home to your prince.” She giggled childishly, holding Buffy’s hand and leading her through the warehouse.

Buffy looked around at the mass of bodies. A part of her felt sorry for them, not one of them had stood a chance against the vampire’s attack. “Dru he... he’s dead, they all are,” she cried softly. What she heard next stunned her beyond belief. Dru moved forward wrapping her arms around her protectively.

“Don’t be silly, Sunshine. He comes for you now.” She smiled, pulling back to look at the slayer’s eyes.

“What?” But before Dru could reply, the warehouse doors burst open revealing Spike, Giles, Angel, Xander, Willow, Tara and Cordy. Spike was the first to react to Drusilla’s presence, aiming his crossbow ready to fire, but Buffy jumped in front of her.

“Spike no... she saved me, she saved both of us.”

Crossbow dropping from his grasp, Spike couldn’t believe his ears. He moved to Buffy and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. “Oh god, luv. I thought I’d lost you, I’m so sorry,” he muttered into her hair, spraying kisses on her neck and face.

“It’s not your fault, and we’re okay. How did you get away?”

“What do you mean pet?” Spike looked at her, confused.

“He said you were all dead.”

“Giles spotted one of the council blokes planting a bomb under the house, he took care of him.”

Buffy sighed, thankful they were all safe.

“Can’t say the same about our office,” Angel said, stepping forward. “Thankfully no one was inside.”

“I’m so sorry, guys.”

“As you said, Buffy. It’s not anyone’s fault. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Angel smiled.

“Yeah, thanks to Dru.” Spike stepped back from Buffy’s grasp and moved to stand in front of his sire.

“Why?” he asked, stunned.

“Poor William, so much pain, all my doing,” she sobbed softly.

“It’s okay pet,” he whispered, hugging her softly.

“So sorry, my sweet William.”

He nodded in understanding. He had been so devoted to her, looked after her for over a hundred years, and all she had done was hurt him. This was her way of making up for it all. Stepping back he moved over to Buffy wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“She glows William, the little Sunshine,” Drusilla told him, rubbing Buffy’s pregnant belly. “She will save us all. She is going to change the world,” Dru whispered.

Suddenly Buffy pulled back, grasping her tummy. “Oh god,” she groaned.

Everyone rushed to her side, even Dru.

“Buffy are you okay?” Willow asked, panicked.

“Oh god, I think my water just broke,” she gasped out. Taking deep breaths, she could no longer contain her wails as pain ripped through her. “Aaaaaahhhhh!”


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