A Walk in Darkness
Sequel
to “When Thing Fall Apart”
by Calli
“Damn!” The blond vampire yelled and hit the steering wheel of his car. “Great move, Spike. Go spoil the moment, ruin the only chance you’ll ever have to tell her.” He spoke aloud and threw up his hands in frustration before bringing them crashing down on the wheel again. I need some blood, he told himself. Oh shit! Realizing that he’d left his last blood-bag on the sideboard in Buffy’s room, he cursed as he started up the car, and drove off towards Willy’s bar.
At the same time, Buffy had just found the blood-bag. Oh. Must be Spike’s. Putting it in the fridge, she prayed that
he’d return for it, like she used to hope Angel would.
She didn’t wake until the phone rang early next morning. “Uh. Hello?” she mumbled sleepily into the receiver.
“Buffy?? Thank Goddess you’re okay!”
“Willow?”
“Buffy, where were you last night? Anya and Xander came to find you on
patrol. We thought Angelus might have...you know...killed you,” she ended in a
whisper.
“No, I’m fine Willow,” replied Buffy, “I just didn’t go on patrol last
night. Things’ve been kinda quiet on the demon front since Adam...but if Giles
wants to know, I was...uh...figuring out how I’m going to kill Angelus.”
“Buffy, that’s why they were looking for you. We’re going to restore his
soul. Didn’t Wesley tell you -- about
the prophecy?”
“Oh…yeah” Buffy said sheepishly. “Willow, why didn’t Xander come here
and look for me?”
“Oh! I guess he forgot about that. He and Anya were kinda...desperate to
go do stuff.”
“Oh. Right. So, where were you last night Wills? I wanted to talk.”
“I-I was with Tara. We had to go to the magic shop, and I kinda figured
you’d want time on your own, so I stayed at Tara’s place. Oh, and Giles says
you must come here- and hurry.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour.” Buffy hung up the phone.
Later, at Giles’ apartment…
“Right, I believe we are all set. Willow, do you have all you need?”
“No. Not everything. I’ve been needing to speak to you about that.”
Willow said quietly. “The magic shop...doesn’t have any Orbs of Thesula. They
suggested I call this other place -- which I did...seems there’s nowhere around
here that sells them. Except this one place...”
“Well?”
“I called, and they had one. There’s only one tiny problem.”
“Yes?”
“It’s...uh...about a days drive away. I figured it would be quicker to
go get it than to have them mail it.”
Giles sighed. It had been a long night, and an even longer morning. “Very
well. Wesley, you drive Willow to this...magic shop. Lord knows your car goes
faster than mine does.”
As they left, Buffy came in. “So, what’s the plan?” she asked, turning
momentarily to watch Willow and Wesley leave. Where are they going?
That evening, in the crypt…
“Drusilla!” called Angelus. At his call, she came floating out of the
shadows. “I’m going out.”
“Ooh, can I come??” asked Dru excitedly.
“No. But I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“Ooh Angelus! Will you bring me the Slayer?”
“Now Dru,” said Angelus sternly “I’ve already told you. The Slayer’s
mine. And I’m not gonna kill her -- yet. I have…other plans for her first.” He
grinned demonically, visions of what he wanted to do floating through his mind.
“Spike gave me the slayers he killed,” Drusilla moaned.
“I told you, never mention that name again!”
bellowed Angelus, slapping her across the face with such force that Dru fell to
the ground.
Grinning ecstatically she picked herself up, and presented herself to her sire. “Do it again! Do it again Daddy. Please.” Her eyes lit up at the thought.
Much to her disappointment, Angelus left, wondering why he’d bothered turning her mad before turning her. Then he turned his thoughts to other matters. Buffy.
Somewhere on the UC Sunnydale campus, Buffy was, rather unwillingly, on patrol, peacefully oblivious to the fact she was being watched. “Eleven p.m. No demons. No vampires, no werewolves. No nothing,” she said to herself. Bored, Buffy started throwing her stake up into the air, and catching it, not noticing, not sensing, the figure creeping up behind her...until it was too late. Before she knew it, the stake was wrenched from her hand and sent hurtling into the undergrowth. Buffy spun around to face her attacker, kicking out as she did so. Her attacker ducked, then stood up. Moonlight fell on his face, and Buffy realized who it was.
“Angelus.”
“Hello lover.”
Angelus lashed out with his fist, but the slayer was ready for him. She
grabbed his hand and threw him across the grass. Angelus landed with a thud,
then picked himself up, ready to launch another attack on the Slayer. They
stood, ready for each other’s attack, waiting. “I’m not here to kill you. Not
yet. Just wanna see what you’ve got,” said Angelus wickedly, completely vamped
out. He growled as they circled each other. On impulse, Buffy ran towards him,
and did a flying kick in the direction of Angelus’ face. Angelus dodged her
attack, then kicked, and she fell to the ground. He moved like lightning, and
was upon her before she could get up. He pinned her to the ground, holding her
arms down with his knees. She could feel the leather of his trousers against
her skin. Not as soft as Spike’s
duster. Bad Buffy. Angelus is on you and you think about Spike. Think escape!
“Your phone call...inspired me,” he whispered savagely as Buffy
struggled in vain to escape his grasp.
“But hey, you know I always have to be in control...” He looked down at
his leather pants. “These pants are chafing…I could really do with some…I don’t
think I need to spell it out do I?” He
pulled at her shirt roughly, ripping most of it off. “You and I my love,” he
murmured, pulling out jar of honey “Are going to have a little fun…”
Spike lay in the back of the DeSoto, sleeping. A sudden scream awoke him. He jumped up, banging his head on the roof. “Bloody Hell!” he cursed. Climbing out of the car, he stood and listened. There it was again, terrified, distressed, Slayer?? The shocking realization of who the scream came from hit Spike like a truck, as he ran in the direction of the scream, using all his vampiric senses to find her. Rounding a corner, he stopped and listened carefully. Buffy’s scream rang out again, just to his left. Spike sprinted towards the scream, and turning another corner, found her. And him. Bloody Hell.