Rescue…Interrupted
Sequel to
“A Walk in Darkness”
by Calli
“Get off her you Bastard!” Spike vamped out in a rage, racing towards Angelus, who was still sitting astride Buffy, now pulling at the fastening of his tight black leather trousers. Leaping on his Sire, Spike threw him off the tiny blond beneath, throwing as many kicks and punches as he could manage, growling predatorily. Angelus fought back, as Buffy joined in the fight against her ex-lover, kicking him in the face. Angelus grabbed Spike by his shirt collar, and sent him hurtling into a wall.
“Spike!” Buffy turned momentarily as she ducked from another punch, to check if Spike was okay, a mistake she would soon pay for. Angelus grabbed her from behind, and, using one arm to restrain her, he used his free hand to bend back her head slightly, and brush her hair back to expose her neck. A dazed Spike picked himself up, and growled fiercely, stepping towards them like a lion to its prey.
“Now William. One more step and
I’ll kill her.”
Spike stopped dead in his tracks. “Let her go,” he said quietly.
“What? I didn’t quite catch
that.”
“I said, Let. Her. GO!”
“Aaaw, William,” he said in a teasing tone. “Now we both know that
wouldn’t be right. Besides, I
have...plans...for Buffy. I’m not going to kill her...yet. Anyway, why are you stopping
me? Oh, I forgot how you just adore
Buffy.” Angelus bent his head down to
Buffy, and, much to the slayer’s horror and disgust, licked her neck, and
whispered into her ear, “Soon, we shall meet again...lover.” Then without warning, he shoved her hard
towards Spike and ran off into the night.
As Spike caught her, the sheer force of Angelus’ push knocked him over, and he and Buffy were sent tumbling down a grassy slope. Landing with a soft thud, Spike cursed his sire. “Bloody Wanker.”
Buffy looked up at Spike. Interesting
situation we’re in. Spike. On top of
me. Oh God. At the same time, Spike was sharing similar
thoughts. Buffy stared in wonder as Spike turned his head to her, morphing back
to his human face. Their eyes met. He could feel her heart beating madly
in her chest. She was excited. Overtaken by a sudden urge, he drew his head
in towards hers, causing her heart to beat even faster. Just as he was about to capture her lips in
a kiss, Spike became aware of something poking into his back.
“Get up,” said a familiar voice.
The moment ruined, Spike begrudgingly obeyed, wanting to kill whoever it was. Bending to help Buffy up, the gun that had been pointing into his back stopped him, and another hand came down to help up the slayer.
She ignored the hand of their disturber, and picked herself up, moving towards Spike. She studied the gun pointing at her savior. The hand holding the gun. The person holding the gun. “Riley? What the hell are you doing?” she yelled. If he were a demon I’d kill him!
“Buffy! I heard your scream. I came here and found -- him
-- on top of you...I was saving you.”
Riley tried to sound brave.
“Riley! You didn’t happen to notice that I’d stopped
screaming?”
“Yeah, look here soldier boy, the slayer here got into a bit of trouble,
and I just happened to be passing.”
“You’re Hostile 17. Why should I
believe you?” Riley tightened his grip
on the gun. I hate him. Hostile 17
-- Spike. He’s closest to Buffy -- my Buffy. Riley glared at Spike through narrowed eyes, and Spike saw the
same look in the eyes of Buffy’s ex that was held by Drusilla’s. Madness.
“Riley, please listen to him. He’s telling the truth,” Buffy pleaded
with her ex-boyfriend.
“So he’s taken my place, has he?
A hostile. A vampire. The very thing you’re supposed to
kill.” Riley was beginning to get mad.
“Okay, now you’re blowing things totally out of
proportion. God wouldn’t punish us with
two brain-dead two-timers.
Give me the gun.”
“No! If you can’t kill this --
thing, then I will,” Riley yelled back.
“Bullets don’t kill vampires.” If
I don’t get that gun off him, he might do something stupid, Buffy thought,
panicking slightly.
“Yeah, but they’re gonna hurt this one like hell.” Riley glared at the blond vampire.
Too intent on glowering at Spike, Riley didn’t see Buffy creep silently up towards him. Without warning, she grabbed the gun out of his hand. It landed on the ground. Riley sent Buffy a look, crossing between shock and hurt. She frowned back at him, and moved back towards Spike. Not that he really cares about me, she thought angrily. He’ll just go back to Emily. Since Buffy had dumped him, Riley and Emily had gone public.
Riley, in frustration at his obvious defeat, tried to punch Spike, who
dodged. In return, Riley received a
painful blow to the temple from the same blond he’d tried to attack, knocking
him to the ground, unconscious. “He’s
mad slayer.”
Buffy snorted at him. “Really,
and I thought he just goes around yelling at people for his health.”
“No. I mean...insane. Like
Dru. I saw it in his eyes,” Spike said,
observing the boys unconscious form.
Buffy picked up the gun. Can’t
have this lying around. I’ll give it to Giles tomorrow. She shivered, and pulled the few remaining
shreds of her shirt closer around her.
Seeing her actions, Spike pulled off his beloved leather duster, and
placed it over her shoulders. Buffy smiled
at him gratefully, feeling the cool, soft leather beneath her fingers.
“Oh yeah, I think I left some blood at yours the other day,” Spike said,
almost hopefully.
The slayer nodded, and started towards her dorm room, the blue-eyed
vampire following closely behind.