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Chapter 2 – Stupid Vampire Senses!

“Willow!” Spike shouted as he and several SiT’s bounded through the back door. “Willow! You here? Did you get her?” Spike called out, racing through the kitchen toward the front of the house.

Willow, Xander and Giles all came rushing back through the house toward him.

“Spike!” Willow replied, looking relieved he and the girls made it back. “Yes, we found her, but...” She was cut off by a series of pained screams coming from the living room. A look of recognition and relief flashed across Spike’s face before panic set in and he pushed past Willow. “Spike, wait. Spike! You shouldn’t go in...” Willow frantically tried to pull Spike back toward the kitchen by the arm. He easily shook off her hand and pushed roughly through the assemblage, running into the living room.

A very battered Buffy sat on the couch, her legs pulled up in front of her with her ankles crossed. From what Spike could tell, she was wearing only a blue button-down. Dawn and another one of the SiT’s were holding her hands, trying to coax her up and meeting only determined thrashing and screaming from Buffy. But it *was* Buffy. Spike was so afraid that the Bringers would kill her before they could get to her. It took two days for him to heal enough to move, another three before he was well enough for them to actually implement their plan for rescue. Yet, here she was. Alive. And, screaming at the top of her lungs in...fear? Something was most definitely wrong.

“Stop it, you’re going to hurt her,” Spike said, quickly striding over to the SiT, pulling her arms away from Buffy. He leaned over, reaching out a hand to comfort Buffy, when suddenly it hit him. As Buffy jerked backward screaming, Spike jolted back. Stumbling in shock, he crashed backward straight into the coffee table, shattering it into tiny pieces.

“God no,” He whispered out, “Oh God, no.” He scrambled back a few feet and looked around to see all the faces in the room staring down at the floor. He glanced back to Buffy who was now whimpering in a little ball on the couch, sobs escaping her tiny form.

“Spike, I’m sorry. I tried to tell you, but...” Willow blurted out suddenly. Everyone watched as the stunned vampire stared at Buffy for long moments. Suddenly, his eyes closed, his jaw tightened and his lips pressed into a thin line as his rage overcame him. With a fierce growl, Spike jumped to his feet and stormed through the front door.

“Spike?” Dawn quickly made to flee after him, but Willow grabbed her arm, preventing her from following.

“Dawn, let him go,” Willow said.

“But, he’s hurting. You saw him!” Dawn said

Giles came up and put his hand on Dawn’s shoulder. “He needs time, Dawn. There’s nothing you can do to make this better.”

Dawn shook her head. She just hoped he would come back.

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