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Chapter three: If it’s only tears and pain

Buffy’s head was pounding as she tried to sit up. It all came flooding back into her head, patrol, the apology to Spike, Drusilla in her usual crazy state, ugly looking vamp with a god damn shot gun… Spike! She looked up at him and saw him staring at her with a serious look of concern on his face. She realized he was talking to her, but couldn’t make out the words.

“Bhuffy…Buffhy, can yyoou heeaar mee?”

Oh, great. Those drugs really did a number on me! She tried to respond but didn’t know if anything she was saying made sense. The whole room was spinning, she felt really dizzy as she tried to focus on Spike’s face. Hey there, cutie. Thihi…oh, Christ. I’m actually giggling in my thoughts. Her eyes trailed down his face to his neck and then down to his not so leather clad chest. Wait a minute, where’s his duster? She looked down at herself. Oh, there it is.

Her eyes trailed back to his chest and she felt her head going heavy again. Think I’ll just lie down for a sec… She practically threw herself into Spike’s arms and snuggled her head under his chin. Her arms wrapped securely around his waist and her eyes drifted closed again. She felt his arms firmly around her as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. She sighed deeply and could finally make out the words he was saying. They were very simple.

“You ok, pet?” She nodded her head slightly, enough for him to understand and the next thing she knew, she was lying on his duster with his arms wrapped around her waist as she drifted back to slumber.

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When she came to again, the dizziness was finally gone and she only had a minor headache. She found herself lying on something soft but yet firm. She sighed and smiled as she realized what it was. She felt Spike’s kisses on the top of her head and remembered what had happened. She tried to sit up but couldn’t because of Spike’s strong grip around her waist.

“Hey there, pet. You think you’ll stay awake this time?” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead as she mumbled incoherently into his chest. “What was that, luv?” She raised her head high enough to look him in the eye and smiled, “I just said that I haven’t slept this well in… years, probably.” She plopped her head back down and sighed, “what happened? And where are we?” She asked as she took in their surrounding. It looked like some sort of a cave, dirty and wet and cold. Fortunately, all Buffy could feel was the pleasant sensation of Spike’s protective arms around her.

“It’s some sort of cell, I think were in one of the old warehouses. The doors are firmly locked. I tried to open them but I think they’re protected with a spell of some sort.”

“Any sign of your crazy ex yet?” He sighed.
“No, not yet!”
“Any idea what she’s up to?”
“No, Dru is not much of a planner. She’s more of a ‘rush into action’ kinda type and then just plays it by ear. I doubt she even knows, herself, what it is she’s doing.” When he didn't look at her, she couldn't help but ask.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah! Why?”

“Spike... if she is planning something,” she paused. She didn’t know quite how to put this. I mean, how can you tell a guy, you might have to kill the woman who had been his lover for over a hundred years? She remembered the look he gave her when she raised her stake at Dru, she didn’t want to see it again. “If she is… then I have to do my job, Spike. I don’t think I can let her go, not even for you.” She felt his body tense up at her words, and she hated it.

"I know. I didn't expect you to!" Oh, god. He looked so sad and all Buffy wanted to do was just get out of here and forget she ever saw Drusilla. But she couldn't, they both knew that.

"If it makes things any better, I don't want to do it." She tried giving him a comforting smile, and it seemed to work, since he gave her a small smile back. But it quickly vanished and was replaced by determination. "Yes you do. You have to. Who knows what crazy stunt she's up to now. You cant risk it!"

All Buffy could do was nod, she didn't know how to respond to that. "We've got more important things to deal with know anyway. Like, how the bloody hell we're going to get out of here." Buffy looked around, trying to find anything that might help them in their escape, but she was to distracted to notice anything. She couldn't stop thinking about whether Spike would ever talk to her again if she took out Drusilla. This was getting ridiculous. She was a vampire, Buffy was the slayer. She shouldn't be worried about if she should kill a vampire or not. Vampires equel badness, slayer kills all vampires... except Spike of course... and Angel, don't forget him, Buffy.

In all the sanity going on in Buffy's brain, she didn't notice yet that the door to their cell had been opened, and there stood none other than the dark princess herself, in all her glory. She had a wicked smile on her face, clutching miss Edith to her chest. Buffy jumped up and so did Spike, but neither one attacked, as two bulky looking vampires appeared behind Dru. One with a shotgun aimed at Buffy, and the other with a crossbow aimed at Spike.

"Now now, my sweet Spike. I'm gonna bring you back to me, and we will be together forever... one big happy family. That will make miss Edith a very happy girl. Won't you my dear," she looked down at the doll in her hands and starting singsonging. Buffy spared a glance at Spike who's jaw was clenched as he stared at Dru with a look on his face Buffy didn't reckognize. She wasn't sure if she wanted to...


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