Summary: William “Spike” Pratt owns ½ of California from legal to illegal actions. His Rival Liam “Angelus” O’Connor owns the other half. There was always a mutual Hate between them although neither bothered the other. That is, until Spike decided to take a rather large portion of Angelus’ land. Angelus decided to fight fire with fire hitting Spike where it really hurt. Drusilla, Spikes dark beauty of a wife. Tortured and insane she was sent back to spike after being taken right off the streets days prior. Now all that Spike can do is find the best Doctors and psychologists California has. Elizabeth “Buffy” Summers is the best of both and she is in for one hell of a ride. Captured by William the Bloody forced to care for his way past help wife. She picked a bad day to be Buffy.
First Fanfic ever…Please don’t hurt me…
Categories: General Fics Characters: None
Genres: Romance, Angst
Warnings: Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Spike/Other
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 3
Completed: No
Word count: 3668
Read: 3658
Published: 03/10/2007
Updated: 03/12/2007
1. A little bit of two worlds… by BrokenHearted24
2. When Angels Cry… by BrokenHearted24
3. We meet at last by BrokenHearted24
A little bit of two worlds… by BrokenHearted24
Author's Notes:
Hey um this is my first story so please dont be too harsh the chapters will be longer and more descriptive if i see anyone likes it even if its one good review i promise ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words themself and well the plot
Even with broken wings
Chapter 1
A little bit of two worlds…
“Um…Mr. Pratt…We found her…I have to warn you though err…sir…she’s not quite stable,” Whispered a short and pudgy man, who looked rather anxious.
His eyes drifted around the room sure that one wrong move would end in a “kill the messenger” story. The master bedroom resembled a bleeding raven with its crimson silk sheets and charcoal walls. Spilled liquor stained the lavish tapestry, evidence of the previous nights of distress. The elegant Persian lamps were thrown across the room, probably during one of William Pratt’s bouts of anger. William, or spike as he preferred to be called, was sitting down on the plush bed in the middle of the room. His bleached blonde hair had lost much luster due to the lack of washing and his usually penetrating blue eyes showed nothing but loss, confusion, and rage.
“S-Spike…Sir…?” Jonathon tried once more to reach past the invisible walls built around his boss.
In a deadly calm voice Spike finally responded, “What do you mean…not quite stable?”
“She gone insane sir,” Jonathon managed to choke out, never one for many words.
Spike stood abruptly and pinned Jonathon to the wall, his hand clutching the innocent’s throat.
“Don’t you ever talk ‘bout Dru that way mate or you’ll find yourself swimming with sum very friendly fishes,”
Jonathon shook with fear as Spike let him go, not wasting a second to calm down before running out of the room. Spike however, took in a deep breath then walked out of the room and down the stairs towards his undoing. What he saw left him in a state of utter shock. Gone was the excitement bubbling in his stomach from the news of his loves return. Replacing them was fear and confusion for the girl beside him who looked like any other woman. Gorgeous as ever, but something in her eyes. Spike couldn’t put his finger on it and wasn’t sure he wanted to but something in them seemed to hold a childish glee.
“Ring around the rosy…..pocket full of posy ashes...ashes we all fall…Down…my dark prince missed his princess…But Mrs. Edith told princess sunshine coming soon and sunshine will stop the pain…She’ll fill you with ashes and then we all fall down!” Drusilla giggled at the though.
Spikes eyes widened at her nonsense rambling,
“Dru pet, How bout I send Dalton here to get you all cleaned up? Huh luv, you can have a nice bubble bath and then have some food in your room wouldn’t that be nice?”
Giggling still, she nodded then suddenly stopped to whisper with uncertainty, “I miss Daddy…Can my Dark Prince bring Daddy to me?”
“Daddy luv…Pet, your da’s been…dead for ages,”
“No not Daddy daddy silly Angelus…he’s my new daddy and I want him back!” She cried in response.
Shocked and undoubtfully angered by her words, Spike stomped off leaving Dru with Dalton. Drusilla seemed to ignore his action, instead hugging a beautiful porcelain doll that had hung loosely in her hands.
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“Ms. Summers that was your last patient for the day and your looking awfully stressed miss why don’t you make your way home now and have a nice hot bath?” Suggested Tara.
Tara had been working for MC Institute for the past three months as Elizabeth “Buffy” Summers personal assistant. She managed Buffy’s schedule and watched the patients during some of Buffy’s appointments. The MC Institute was a place for those with severe mental issues. Some patients lived there while others made appointments with the psychologists there. Tara admired Buffy’s ability to watch over the insane patients who spent their nights and days talking about imaginary lives created in their minds and help people with issues like abusive husbands who came in for a session every two days. However, she could also tell by the look in the young blonde’s eyes that all the work and problems were starting to wear her down. If Tara wasn’t so shy she would have mention it a long time ago.
“I’m fine…Okay…so maybe I’m not fine, I’ll go home and relax to some crappy TV,” Buffy replied with a pout.
The Perky blond Had spend the entire day with a woman who swore her son was talking to her, which would have been all fine and dandy if he hadn’t died 8 years ago. Sighing, she bid her goodbye to the sweet assistant and walked to her new Mercedes. Buffy didn’t feel a second pass but somehow she found herself unlocking the door to her flat. She stepped out of her Channel heels and flicked on the light. The flat was cozy looking with its beige kitchen and living room decorated in forest and pastel greens. It was clean enough to show it was a women’s world but had its little traces of lovers now gone. A picture here or there and cards that Buffy didn’t seem capable of throwing out. She dropped down onto the plush love seat with a pained groan. Under her breath she admitted that a nice hot bath would do wonders to her sore muscles. When strength finally came back to her she stood and made her way to her bathroom.
The bathroom had a nice tub big enough for two people to lie in, and the necessary toilet and sink. Unlike the bland colors used in the rest of the house, the bathroom walls were painted a pale pink with a hot pink as a border. The bath tub curtain was the same color as the border standing out in the light room. In a sluggish pace she set the water to warm and let it run with the vanilla scented bubble bath. Her hands made their way to her straight black skirt searching for the zipper. Once it had been found and pulled down she slipped out of the light weight material exposing long tanned legs and a Turquoise thong. Soon the buttons of the silk grey shirt had come undone and fell to the ground with a swoosh. She swayed towards the light switch and flicked it off leaving the room to be illuminated by strawberry and cream scented candles. Slowly she undid the clasp of the matching bra and slid the straps off letting the garment fall to the ground. She slipped out of the thong also throwing it aside. When the water filled the tub she turned off the tub faucet and placed her legs in it. Eventually, her entire body was covered in the bubbly water and she felt relaxed for the first time that day.
When Angels Cry… by BrokenHearted24
Author's Notes:
Hey everyone This is just a little slice of whats to come i just couldnt resist sorry ^^...Hey I would totally love anyone who would be able to help me with a banner cause i am no good at that sort of stuff thanx ^^ and yeah i need a beta
When Angels Cry…
“Hey Spike, We and by we I mean Jonathon did the work and I went to sleep, found the information you asked for,” Whistler spoke in his usual low but vibrant voice.
Ever since he saved spikes mother from her abusive marriage, He had been Spikes right hand man. Whenever a big decision was made, he had the last say even if spike ignored him and did whatever he wanted afterwards anyway. He stood against the wall of the spacey office awaiting his boss’ naturally snappy comeback. Around him was a mess 0f papers and books on a dell desktop computer, all labeled differently according to the business and area of land that they controlled. The papers looked unusually dusty, as if the boss couldn’t be bothered to care about such nonsense.
“Well?” snapped Spike.
“Elizabeth Summers,” Whistler smirked.
Spike glared at him to continue.
“26 year old Doctor /psychologist in MC institute in Sunnydale, California Lives alone in 1624 rivers drive, her father impregnated his secretary then ran off with her leaving her with her now remarried mother Joyce Summers at 12 years old her mother is now Married to Rupert Giles, has been for the past 5 years, there’s much more but here are the files” Whistler responded to the glare.
“…and she’s good?”
“She’s the best man, but she will be working with a lot of different patients if you send Dru there, not that I’ve ever cared for the bitch…um anyway yeah she wont just work on Dru and you’ll have to send Dru away because she doesn’t do at home patients,”
“Whoever said I’m gonna ask ‘er mate, No if this chit’s the best then she’s stayin ‘ere even if I ‘ave to get my men to drag ‘er here by the hair… No holier than thou bint is gonna stop me from making my princess all better” Spike replied angrily.
“you cant just take her away from her home…Spike think about it man… the girls got friends and family and a job your gonna ruin all that for her…just like Angelus ruined Drusilla”
“If it’s gonna save Dru then why not mate, since when have you cared about the illegal actions around this place anyway…what ya gonna start pretendin’ you care now?” there came spikes infuriated retort.
With A long sigh Whistler ran a hand through his short locks. Reasoning with spike seriously could be like trying to get a rock to talk back to you.
“Spike I respect you and I loved your mother but this time, what your thinking of doing is past the line of societies right and wrong…Its destroying a life maybe ten or twenty lives…Those other patients are counting on her and her mother, her mother has a tumor, her best friends getting married, she just broke up with some farm boy who really wasn’t worth her time….There so much going on for her and I’m not even sure she would be able to help Drusilla”
“You’ve had her followed…good keep doing it…If there’s any chance of Dru getting better we are taking it….I want this Elizabeth girl here by tomorrow afternoon no exceptions,” Spike growled as if to make a point.
“Think of what you--”
“Shut the bloody hell up mate….Have someone make a room for Ms. Summers…After all she’s gonna be livin’ here soon…Oh and if you don’t like it…cry me a bloody river and drown in it”
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(Later that night)
“Buuuuffy get your but down here we were supposed to meet Oz at the Bronx twenty minutes ago,” whined a very annoyed willow.
Willow Rosenberg was Buffy’s best friend and she loved the girl but Buffy had no
Sense of time management. They were meant to meet not only willows fiancé Daniel Osbourne known as Oz but the whole gang. Xander, Cordelia, Anya, and Damien. Willow turned her head to the bedroom door when she heard Buffy coming out. She looked gorgeous as ever in her black hip huggers and blood red halter top. Around her neck was a simple black lace choker that contrasted her light tanned skin. Her shimmering green eyes were like emeralds beneath the smoky grey eye shadow and black mascara. Locks of golden hair fell past her shoulders in loose curls. With cat like grace she took in her best friend’s unique appearance, a sexy pout gracing her lips at the impatient look in willows eyes.
Willow look just as beautiful in her classic little black dress and black pumps. Her make up was light but perfectly done to make her shine. Her red hair was cut and blow-dried in a short bop with just enough volume. It was safe to say they were both ready to blow the socks off everyone at the bronze.
“Don’t wig out wills lets go”
Pretty soon they arrived at the club and were greeted by many familiar faces. Cordelia dressed in a green spaghetti strap dress smiled and waved their way. Xander was embarrassing himself on the dance floor wearing a pale green shirt to match His girlfriends, and faded blue jeans. Next to Xander was Anya laughing at what the group clown called dancing. She wore black slacks and a sexy hot pink v-neck sweater. Damien, Anya’s boy toy was getting everyone’s drinks at the bar.
“Hey Anh here is your martini babe,” Whispered the man with the silver eyes and raven hair.
Damien had only been part of the group for a couple of months but he had a way of getting into everyone’s hearts. While Cordelia tried to charm everyone by being this big shot actress, Anya startled everyone with her blunt and slightly odd use of words, Xander won everyone with his jokes and easy going nature, and willow won everyone with her shy but sweet attitude, Damien exuded mystery and danger in such a way that one was instantly drawn to him.
Anya smiled in response and took the glass. “Thank you this is great but not as great as the orga--” Anya was cut off by the groups screaming.
“Anya!”
Anya smirked but to her credit didn’t say anything else. Oz was with the band at the moment playing one of Buffy’s favorite songs. There was a new lead singer whose voice seemed mystifying and hypnotizing.
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head
How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me
Anya was swaying to the music with Damien while Xander “danced” with Cordelia. Willow had gone backstage to find Oz and Buffy realized that she was alone again. Sighing Buffy made her way outside for a bit of fresh air. Outside in the abandoned alley everything seemed so much worse. The group inside all had someone to look forward to seeing or someone to go home to while Buffy had no one not even a cat to miss or be around. She though about her old boyfriend Riley who had cheated on her with a two cent whore. Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall. Lost in though she never heard the footsteps coming towards her.
“Now now such a pretty young thing like yourself shouldn’t be out here all by yourself especially in a dark abandoned alley,” Muttered a tall dark skinned man.
“What …what are you doing…leave me alone please…”
The man continued to walk closer and closer staring straight into her eyes. He had such warm brown eyes that Buffy couldn’t help but melt in them.
“Please leave me alone Mr.?”
“Robin…call me Robin,” He smiled
“Im not here to hurt you though,” He took her hand in his smile slowly faded.
“I’m sorry,” The words were heard and his other hand smashed her unconscious.
We meet at last by BrokenHearted24
Author's Notes:
Hey everyone I was just randomly posting Its not very good but i hope it gives ya a taste of the spuffyness.... Anyway I dont mind the constructive critisism ^^
Summary: Buffy and whistler have a serious talk...Spike finally meets buffy and trust me when i say he likey but she's just plain pissed off.
Chapter 3
We meet at last
“So nice of you to wake Ms. Summers, I was starting to think Robin hit you just a little to hard,”
“Who are you…What do you want with me?” Buffy inquired.
“Oh I’m sorry, The names Whistler, I trust you know William Pratt?”
Buffy’s eyes widened at that “William the Bloody, he owns half of Cali everyone knows him what’s that got to do with anything, seriously your wiggin me out”
“I’m like his advisor although it does me no good the idiot wont listen to anyone’s reason but his own,” He frowned
“Still not seeing what this has got to do with me,” replied Buffy huffily.
“Well William or Spike as he prefers to be called ordered for you to be brought here,” He stated as a matter of fact.
“Why??”
“Elizabeth-” She cut his words short.
“Buffy, call me Buffy”
“Right, Buffy you are California’s best Doctor/Psychologist , you’ve worked with some of the most bent up people and helped many of them right?”
“Well yeah but Mr. Pratt isn’t uh bent up as you put it, or is he?” She raised a brow at him.
“No he’s fine but his wife Drusilla now that’s one crazy bitch…err I mean…she was kidnapped and when we found her she was in a state of insanity,”
“Okay then why didn’t he take her to the institute I would have been happy to help her there was no need for this kidnapping scheme of yours,” Buff glared at him.
“I said the same thing…look kid I’m on your side I tried to tell spike that all he would be accomplishing is ruining some poor girls life but he knows that you wont give up every other patient just to fawn over his wife so he’s trying to force you to,”
“What? So he took me away from my friends and family shit willow must be worried sick and my mom cant stand this extra stress just because he cant deal with the fact that I have more patients to look after than just his insane wife?!”
Buffy tried to stand but suddenly noticed she was tied up to a wooden chair. She struggled against it but found it useless and rather tiring. The pounding in her head made her want to give up and fall into a light sleep but something inside her wouldn’t allow it. It was as if there was a little piece of her brain registering the fact that she might be stuck in some very dangerous rich mans house taking care of some crazy woman. A question threatened to spill from her lips, what bothered her the most.
“What if I cant help her, what if she’s a hopeless cause?”
“If I know spike then you’ll be here ‘till she dies and even then you’ll be dead for letting her die,” again he frowned “I’m Sorry I tried my best to get you out of this…Look Spikes anxious to meet you so this is your new room I’ll leave you to yourself for now, He should be in soon and he’ll untie you,”
“But--”
“Just do whatever he says okay Spike didn’t get the title William the Bloody by sitting in his room writing poetry all day”
“I’ll um make a note of that thanks” She blinked
“good luck kid your gonna need it” And he was gone.
After he had left Buffy sat glaring at the wall opposite of her mumbling under her breath about how she was not a kid. Her eyes skimmed the nicely decorated room. It had a king sized bed with maroon colored sheets of silk. There were pillows of every size on top of it. What looked like a walk in closet was positioned at the far left side of the room. Oddly enough some of her own picture frames and stuffed animals seemed to adorn the room. A deep sensual voice interrupted her critical eye.
“No you really aren’t a kid,”
“What huh?” Buffy blinked
“Not very smart for a psychologist are you?”
“Excuse me??” she screeched
He chuckled and flicked on another light so that he could take a better look at her, what he saw almost made him gasp. The girl was bloody gorgeous, her golden hair flowing down her back and her emerald like eyes glowing with their anger. Slowly he gave her the up and the down, taking in her accentuated curves.
“My face is up here,” She growled.
“Feisty…sexy,”
“I guess whistler filled you in on why you’re here right?”
“Yeah and honestly I think you are fucking insane more so than your wife!” She almost screamed at him.
“Bloody hell woman do you know who I am?”
“Of course…your point?”
“Well you do care about your folks eh pet and all those friends and boyfriends I’m sure ya got?”
“What about them… what did you do to them??”
“Nothing yet but if you don’t do as I say…well one of my men’s guns could ya know accident’ly turn towards one of them…now ya don’t want that right pet?”
“No please don’t!” Buffy cried.
“ Then your gonna help my princess Dru get all better right luv,”
Buffy nodded tears falling down her cheek. The little drops of crystal expressing all her melancholia and pain.
“Ssh don’t cry It wont be that bad,” He frowned
“Someone’s going to come for me and they will find me…you deserve a crazy wife you evil bastard how dare you take me away from my friends and family and how dare you fucking threaten to hurt them!”
A painful cry emitted from her full red lips as his hand swiftly hit her cheek.
“Never talk back to me…I was going to be nice because this is hard for you, I was going to untie you and let you settle into your new home…now I think I’ll just leave ya there…have a bloody awful night!” He growled at her to talk back.
“bloody annoying chit,”
He walked away leaving the innocent angel lying on the ground.
“Please…please,” She whimpered
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