The Martyr: Part 2
by The Brain
The Martyr
by The Brain
Joss owns all, I'm just borrowing Buffy and Spike for a bit... Warning this part is kinda violent.
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Part Two
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Buffy thought to herself, she leaned against the immaculate angel by a vault and yawned, There wasn’t much action going on, on the infamous Boca del Inferno, A.K.A. Sunnydale, and she was BORED. She once again huffed a sigh melodramatically and fiddled with her cross necklace idly. “Here vampys, vampys, vampys, vampys... Come out, come out wherever you are!” she singsonged in a dry voice which contained no mirth. She paced in front of the granite angel and threw her hands up into the air, exasperated. “Why do I fucken bother!”
“Because you know demons, like me, are out there Slayer.” a cocky British voice stated.
Buffy whirled around and warily watched as the familiar vampire stepped out of the shadows. His platinum hair shone with an eerie glow and his attire, topped off with his trademark leather duster, screamed serial killer. The light breeze didn’t help either, as it whipped the duster about, adding to the feeling of threat. His steely blue eyes glinted and the left corner of his mouth twisted into a menacing smirk. Her voice cracked, “Spike...”
“And I thought you forgot me...” he mocked. He circled Buffy like a vulture and finally perched upon one of the numerous stone markers.
“What do you want this time, Spike.” Buffy snapped while tapping her foot impatiently, “Do you want a spell, cuz Dru got to her senses after the "tie her up, torture, until she likes me again" shindig or do ya want ta go for three dead slayers...hmmm?”
“Na...” he drawled lazily, “things like that are so petty, so trite... No my dear enemy, I have my eye on something even bigger...” His eyes once again sparkled and he grinned, much like that of a crocodile ready to attack the unsuspecting prey.
Buffy shot a glare in his direction and arched her right eyebrow daintily, bringing about an air of skeptatism. “Dare I ask what it is that’s on your mind?”
“Do you recall when I was here last, oh... about a year ago?”
“Unfortunately yes, and from what I can tell, you are still a pathetic dweeb.”
“My, my, my!” he clutched his chest and sighed as if in pain. “Such harsh words, Slayer. Do you still hold a grudge against me for our unresolved sexual tension?!” He chuckled in a slightly maniacal tone and sighed once again for dramatic effect, “Sorry Slayer, but I have moved on...”
“Cut the crap Spike!” Buffy snapped vemonously, she reached back and retrieved the stake she had hidden in her waistband. “Once again I ask you, what are you up to this time?” She raised the wicked looking stake, so that he could see it, “Or do I have to force it out of you.” While he was distracted by the stake, Buffy whipped out her trusty spray bottle of holy water and spritzed it in his direction. He deftly dodged the line of fire by a second. Buffy ground her teeth, infuriated, and got ready to charge,while Spike assumed a defensive stance. When she did charge, her passionate frustration clouding her common sense, he was ready and he tripped her. Buffy punched the ground cursing herself for her tactless approach.
While she got back up stumbling a little, he slipped one of his favorite railroad spikes out of his duster. Holding it so that the blunt end stood out, he whapped her on the temple, knocking her out. Wrapping his hand in the now matted and bloody hair he lifted her head to make sure of her consciousness, she probably had a concussion.
He then flipped open his cell phone and dialed 911, he didn’t want the Slayer to die, yet... he was saving that for later.
“Hello? 911? Yeah, I found this girl in Grove Cemetery, I think she has a concussion.” The operator was asking more questions but he hung up. He dragged Buffy by her feet, purposely banging her into the headstones, battering her and tearing her clothing, as well as her skin. He leaned her against against the cemetery gates and stepped back into the shadows, making sure none of the newbies decided to munch on her. He heard sirens in the distance and slipped a little further into the shadows. As soon as the flashing lights were visible, he quietly stalked away, anticipating the next step to his plan.
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