To Keep Safe: Deep Sleep
by Quortoth
*Some of the scenes in this episode are random, I guess. And I didn't get enough time to read through it so, excuse anything that reads weird. That kind of stuff."
ANGEL’S OFFICE DOOR WAS CLOSED, “So?” questioned Spike, “What’s General Broods A lot doin’?” questioned Spike standing in the Lobby, “He’s been in there awhile.”
“Angel’s thinking about our next move,” said Wesley.
“And we’re all sitting around here?” asked Spike, his arms out, “Letting him do it?”
Emma sat on the counter, “Angel said not to do anything.”
“Emma, you of all people. I know you won’t just do what he wants,” said Spike.
“Well I rather not get the rest of my soul taken out of me,” stated Emma, “Watching my place is all.”
“Angel isn’t going to devour our souls,” said Spike, “He’s just a vampire, won‘t do anything if we find out information on our own.”
“But,” paused Emma, “The Descendants could be waiting for us to come out and play, giving drink to the thirst.”
“The only ones that haven’t been affected by The Descendants yet have been Spike, and maybe you, but so much is happening-” started Wes looking at Emma.
“I think we should see our contacts, I have a couple, Wes has a couple,” said Spike.
“I know some demons that I’d be happy to beat for information,” said Emma.
“We’re not going to do any of that,” said Angel coming out of his office.
“Then, what are we going to do, Princess?” questioned Spike, “Make flowers and puppets?”
“Examine the evidence,” said Angel.
Wesley pulled out the board with it’s information, set it up on it’s podium, “Alright.”
“The parents of both these chosen ones worked at Wolfram & Hart,” said Angel.
“All this bleedin’ stuff, we’ve already established, nothing we can do with it unless the board can do good little jig,” said Spike.
“Spike, that kind of attitude is just going to get us used,” said Angel in that authority sort of manner.
“Did we ever find out if their fathers had any ties to the occult, besides Wolfram & Hart?” questioned Emma.
“Yes,” said Wesley, “We had questioned the wives.”
“They don’t like us much,” said Conner standing up next to Spike.
“What about meeting places?” questioned Angel.
“Already check those,” said Emma, “Empty, if there were big meetings, they’re not having them there anymore.”
“What about smells?” asked Wesley.
“Everyone smelled the same,” said Emma, “Probably some cloaking thing.”
Spike leaned back against one of the red couches, didn’t talk. He felt something on his upper lip below his nose. Coming from his nose. Emma gave a quick whiff of the air and then looked to Spike suddenly. Spike wiped his top lip and looked at the blood on his hand, “Dad?”
They looked to Spike, “Uh, oh,” said Spike. He looked forward, “I see Dru, standing over there.”
Emma jumped off the bar, “Dad, ignore it.” Emma sensed something bad would happen.
“I’m starting to get really sleepy,” said Spike.
They went towards Spike, Emma grabbed him by the shoulders, “Don’t go to sleep!”
Spike’s head was spinning, his eyes were rolling back in his head. He fell backwards and Conner caught him. Conner sat Spike down on the couch.
“We need to get something to make this stop, whatever is going on,” said Angel, “Get some blood.”
Emma’s eyes were filling with tears, she looked to Spike’s eyes. Spike started to feel normal again, after a moment he said, “I think I’ll be alright,” he looked down, “It’s moved on.”
Wesley gave Spike a cup of blood. Emma sat on the coffee table looking at Spike. Spike drank from the cup of blood then put it down on the table, “I think I’ll be fine.” Emma kept looking at him straight in the eyes, “Hey, Em, don’t stare at me that way,” he smiled, “You’re getting a little scary.”
Emma finally blinked. Her eyes softened, “I’m not Angel,” said Spike, “My mind isn’t easy enough to be overrun by demons.”
“Hey,” said Angel, offended.
“Don’t worry Nibblet, Daddy won’t go down without a fight,” said Spike, Spike whipped his nose, nothing else coming from his nose, “See no more blood.”
“I’m not easily controlled,” said Angel, “That thing worked with me for,….a couple of hours.”
“See he just proved my point, to do the whole crazies, I had a soul, and I was living over the hell mouth, within 20ft of the seal and it took a couple of months to get me used to a song as a trigger. See I’m not gullible,” said Spike.
“Don’t give yourself that much credit,” said Angel folding his arms over his chest.
Emma got up from the table looking threateningly towards Angel, “Shut up, just shut the hell up.”
“Dru’s gone now,” said Spike, “Good on me.”
“God,” said Emma she just headed out of there and out of the Lobby door into the night. Just walking out there.
Emma walked out to the fountain. Then threw her fist into the fountain statue ladies’ head. She pulled her hand away and quickly sat down on the side. Spike came out after a moment, “That Conner really wants to come to your every disturbance.”
“You’re not okay,” hissed Emma.
Spike knelt down in front of her, “I’m Fine now, I don’t feel odd, probably was just those beasts trying, to enter my cranium, but didn’t work did it?”
“What if they try again, at any moment and get into your whatever you called it?” asked Emma.
“Then the Angel gang will save me, saved Angel,” said Spike.
“I’m sick of this,” said Emma, “I don’t want you to die.”
“I’m not going to get any deader then I already am,” said Spike.
“Why don’t you care?” questioned Emma.
“I care,” said Spike, “Raise your hand if you want to be mind controlled, ooh, then we can start having Been Through Mind Control Anonymous meetings.” Emma smiled, “That’s my girl. Smiled for me. Daddy’s not as old and stuffy as he feels.”
Spike sat on the fountain next to her, put his right arm around her and brought her to him and kissed her head, then she spoke: “I hate L.A.”
“But we’re here,” said Spike, “I don’t think we could probably find anywhere else that felt more like home.”
“Better then Quortoth,” said Emma, “No, re-occurring acid rains, bed bugs that bite. Rains of Fire, and Puppies.”
“Puppies?” asked Spike.
“Demons that eat your skin, that kind of thing, or sluks,” said Emma.
“Sluks?” questioned Spike.
“They go inside a person’s body and soak up all the water inside them till they’re dry as sand,” said Emma.
“That’s a real party,” said Spike.
Suddenly Spike flinched and flew down on the ground, he started convulsing. His hand on Emma’s leg. Emma went down to him. His eyes wide open as he shook violently. “HELP!!” screamed Emma.
She held her dad by the shoulders watching him shake. Crying. He slowly stopped shaking his eyes wide open, his eyes not moving. Emma screamed. Angel, Wesley and Conner ran out. Conner picked up Emma in his arms. Angel and Wesley picked up Spike.
Wesley and Angel took Spike into Spike’s room. Conner held the crying Emma close to him, “It’s alright.” Conner stroked her hair. Emma was trembling, her head on his shoulder crying.
“We’ll fix this,” said Conner, “We’ll fix everything.”
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ANGEL AND WESLEY SET SPIKE DOWN IN HIS BED, “Get me a flash light, hell, get the first aid.”
“Wes, I don’t think this is going to be fixed by a Band Aid,” said Angel.
“Angel,” said Wesley, “Just go get it please, the big one.”
Angel left the room and was back in no time. He gave Wesley a black leather bag. Wesley opened it and pulled out a small flash light, he shinned it into Spike’s eyes. Spike didn’t reply, do anything. He spoke after a moment, “I think we can safely say, he’s catatonic.”
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OPERA HOUSE: 2003: [DESTINY] Angel laid beaten badly on the floor of the Opera house. Stake in his shoulder. Spike picked up the goblet.
“Spike wait,” he pulled the stake from his shoulder, “Wait.” Spike rolled his eyes to Angel’s pleas, “That’s not a prize you’re holding,” Spike looked to Angel, “It’s not a trophy. It’s a burden. It’s a cross.” Angel got himself to stand, “One you’re goanna have to bear till it burns you to ashes. Believe me. I know.”
Spike looked at Angel, Angel kept talking, “So ask yourself: Is this really the destiny that was meant for you? Do you even really want it? Or is it that you just want to take something away from me?”
Spike gave it a shrug, “Bit of both.”
He took a drink from the goblet. Like a breath, inside the liquid touched him like a fire. His throat burned, like bee stings and fire touching him. He gasped as his insides flooded with cold. His eyes felt big, his skin felt tight like it would rip. Spike yelled in pain.
The burning started shooting through his body, he felt blood come up in his mouth and drip down from his nose and drip from his ears. His skull felt like it was splitting, he felt like he was on fire. Every bit of him burning. He gripped the dirt of the floor.
He was crouched down in a cave, the blood in his mouth dripping out onto the sand. Light over head, the light hurt his eyes. His muscles were going through complete spasms. He felt like his joints were tearing there was a loud ringing in his ears. Loud, he felt his ears drums pop but the noise wouldn’t go away. He yelled and yelled.
Skin burning, flesh smell in his nostrils. His eyes felt like they were melting, big, going to pop. Too much pressure. Burning, burning. BURNING.
Spike closed his eyes.
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EVERYTHING WAS BRIGHT AROUND SPIKE. His eyes hurt and his skin felt warm as he stood in a white hall. Photos of Buffy on the walls, with Dawn, or Xander, just a lot of nice pictures with lovely frames. There was a baby crying.
Spike walked towards the end of the hall where the crying came from. In that room, the baby calling to him it seemed. He went to the room.
Buffy was picking the crying baby up out of the crib and the crying turned into whimpering and cooing. Spike wanted to smile and smile. He went towards Buffy, “Hello beautiful.”
“Oh, don’t flatter me,” said Buffy looking at the cute little blue eyed baby.
“I’d say you’re beautiful, even if you weren’t the mother of my child, of course I’d love that woman more,” teased Spike.
“Oh, really?” questioned Spike.
“You want to hold her?” questioned Buffy.
“Won’t she start crying again?” asked Spike feeling the warmth of the central heating.
“No, remember, she likes it when her daddy holds her,” said Buffy.
“Now a hundred years ago I would have never thought that a baby would be safe with me, a mass murderer,” said Spike.
“Oh but we have to ignore that,” smiled Buffy as she let Spike take the baby from her arms.
Spike looked at the little baby, smiling down at her. The little baby yawned stretching her little arms, moving her little fingers, “Mini person.”
“She doesn’t look like Winston Churchill anymore,” said Buffy.
“I met him once,” said Spike stroking the little baby’s arm as she laid in his arms wrapped up in a little pink blanket, “He’s got bushy eyebrows. This little gal can’t grow a mustache.”
“And I hope she never will, what did your mom look like?” asked Buffy.
Spike looked at her, “No mustache.”
“See, she’s on the safe-y side,” smiled Buffy.
The little baby was sleeping in his arms.
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NIGHT. Spike stood in the door way of a little room. In the lit hallway, lit like if by a lamp. He was watching the small little girl in her bed with her long wavy light brown hair as she held her Teddy bear. Cute little feet, fingers, holding around that bear like it was a part of her clothes.
Little white pajamas with flowers on it. Spike felt happy to see that she was alright, nice and warm. Not a care in the world. Spike closed the door of the room the way his little girl liked it, dark.
Spike walked down the hall and down the stairs. Buffy was out on patrol. Spike went down into the kitchen and to the frig. Back in the back of the frig he pulled out a bag of blood and then went to the cabinets and pulled out a coffee cup. He bit open the bag and poured the blood in there.
And in no time after a nice couple of moments in the microwave Spike had a nice cup of warm blood. He sat down at the island all alone and drank his cup of blood. Otter.
Suddenly there was a scream. The scream of a three year old little girl. Spike put down the cup and shot off to the stairs, leapt over them and threw open Emma’s bedroom door. He flipped on the light, the lamp turned on next to Emma’s bed.
The little crying girl was startled by the light and went at the wall behind her. Spike ran over to her, “What’s wrong?” Spike picked up the little girl and sat down with her. She looked at him with wet blue eyes. Spike brushed back her light brown hair, “What’s wrong, bad dream?”
Emma shook her head yes rubbing her eyes, “You were there. Your face,” she sobbed, “You hurt a lady.”
“I don’t hurt people,” said Spike.
“’Sorry I don’t speak Chinese,’” sobbed Emma.
“It’s alright,” said Spike, she put her little head on his chest. He kissed the top of her hair, “I’ll stay with you, you want me to?”
The little child shook her head yes. Spike then sat her down in the bed and covered her up, “I want Mr. Earl.”
Spike grabbed her bear and handed it to her, she hugged onto it. Spike then laid next to her and covered her up. The bed was kind of small but not too small for an adult. She put her little arms around him and Mr. Earl the bear. He put his arms around her.
She closed her eyes. Spike slowly started to hum to her, ‘Early One Morning.’ Slowly the little girl started to fall asleep. Spike wouldn’t let anything hurt her.
Then the sleepy little girl said in her small little British voice, “You….smell like…blood Daddy.”
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MORNING SPIKE WAS STILL LIVING THE PERFECT LIFE. Making his little daughter a sandwich. She always liked turkey sandwiches. Emma was sitting at a little table against the wall, made just for a three year old, made out of plastic. She was drawing a picture and drinking out of a sippy cup.
“You sure you don’t want grilled cheese?” asked Spike, “I can still make it.”
“It’s funny when you make grilled cheese,” said little Emma coloring with a purple crayon.
“Maybe it’s good you wanted a turkey sandwich and all, Daddy doesn’t have to get out the good ole iron board,” smiled Spike putting a sandwich in front of her.
“Can I go outside after lunch?” questioned Emma.
“No Darling you have to wait till mummy gets home,” said Spike, “I can’t go out with you.”
“Why?” asked Emma.
“I’ve got a sun allergy,” replied Spike.
“What’s a sun allergy?” questioned the little girl taking a drink out of her sippy cup.
“The sun makes me sick,” said Spike.
“But Daddy,” pleaded the little girl, “I want to go outside.”
“We can’t Em,” said Spike, “Maybe if Uncle Xander comes, we’ll see.”
“I want you to come out and push me on the swing,” said Emma.
Spike knelt down next to her, “I can’t go outside, it hurts daddy.”
“Not all the time?”
“Yes all the time,” assured Spike.
“Maybe you can give it a try,” said Emma, she stood up grabbing him by the hand, “We got outside and play ball and play on the swing and then-”
“Emma,” said Spike, “I said no.”
“Why, why do you have a sun allergy?” questioned Emma.
“Because Daddy made bad choices,” said Spike.
“Maybe it won’t hurt this time,” said Emma.
“Sit down and eat your sandwich,” replied Spike.
“Why are you being mean?” demanded the little girl.
“I can’t go out and watch you so you can’t go outside,” said Spike, “So you can go out when your Mother is home.”
“Mummy always works,” said Emma.
“Because she wants to give you everything,” he said walking towards the little table with her hand in his.
“I don’t want everything, I just want to go outside,” growled the little girl, not like she was going to throw a fit though. Emma only threw fits when she was scared.
“Eat your sandwich,” said Spike.
Emma’s big blue eyes suddenly shifted yellow and her grip became manly and she pulled his arm. Spike walked with her towards the door. The door was unlocked, Emma grabbed the handle and it opened. He was at awe with the little girl. Her eyes went back to normal.
She dragged him outside and his skin burned as he stepped out into the light watching the little girl’s eyes reverse back to their blue. He felt paralyzed could do anything. His skin burned, he smelled bacon.
Emma went to the swing set, “Daddy?” she looked at her daddy. He was sizzling, “Daddy, what’s wrong?”
Spike felt his skin catch fire. He felt the flames burning to his bone, he felt his eyes burning like nothing he’d ever felt and closed his eyes on the bright outside to hear the sounds of a screaming and crying little girl.
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SPIKE OPENED UP HIS EYES. He was somewhere dark al light over head. Cold around his wrist. His vision was blurred, he looked at the coldness. Chains.
He was chained to the sandy, rock dirty ground of a cave of some sort. He still felt the burn. The pain throbbed against his head in one loud notion. “Where?”
“Hello, William,” said the taunting echoing voice.
“Who?” he asked dazed, his body fatigued, he knew what a burn victim felt now.
“We are The Descendants,” replied the voice, “We’re happy to have you with us.”
“The Descendants,” growled Spike, “What now?”
“Do you like the burn William?” questioned the voice.
Spike slowly stood up on his feet, “It’s Spike to you pets and pretties.”
“Oh, the vampire is getting back his attitude, we don’t like attitude do we?” questioned the voice.
“Oh, how sad I am, now we won’t be able to strike up great conversation at the cocktail parties now that I know, you don’t like me,” he said sarcastically.
“He bounces back,” laughed the echo.
“I’ve almost been sucked into hell mates,” said Spike, “I’ve been tortured, there’s nothing you can do to me.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” said the voice.
“What are you going to do, take my soul?” questioned Spike, like he was laughing in their faces.
“Like any thing of life, not life, even in after life. Like so many, you can suffer, you can feel. You can feel happiness, sadness, good, evil,” replied The Descendants.
“What are you getting at?” questioned Spike.
“You like feeling happiness,” said the voice. Spike looked at the light in the ceiling, he pulled at the chains around his wrists. The light was mystical like.
“Going to play a game of cat and mouse now are we?” questioned Spike.
Spike closed his eyes for just a moment.
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SPIKE AND BUFFY lead Emma down the kindergarten hallway by the hand. Spike in his black leather coat with his black blanket. Spike would looked cool to the children. They had Emma by the hands, Buffy and Spike went down on one knee, to her height.
“I don’t want to go,” pleaded Emma.
Spike stood up, “See, that’s settled she doesn’t want to go.”
Buffy pulled him back down to Emma’s level, “Don’t say another word,” Buffy looked back to Emma. “Baby, you’re going to learn and you’re going to make new friends.”
“That’s why she has that mop Buffy,” said Spike.
“Mr. Clean-y, I almost forgot about him, I need to go back home to see him,” said Emma, “He needs to know I’m okay,” she screamed over their shoulders, “I’m Coming Mr. Clean-y!”
“Shh…” eased Spike.
“Mr. Clean-y has suffered a bad accident,” said Buffy, remembering how she broke him in half and used him for a stake, “He couldn’t come today, he’s gone to a better place.”
“WHAT!?” screamed the little girl.
“No, no,” Buffy quickly tried to take her foot out of her mouth for saying that, “Mr. Clean-y is going to be alright, we’re going to make him well.”
“Really?” sobbed the little girl.
“But you’ve got to go in and be a good girl, just 4 days of the week,” said Spike.
“5,” said Buffy, “5 days, and we’ll go home and make Mr. Clean-y all better.”
“See you have to go to school everyday no matter what daddy says, mummy says you have to go to school,” replied Spike.
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy,” growled Buffy.
“Mummy doesn’t want you to go but the government wants you to go,” said Spike.
“Well they’re not the bad guys either,” said Buffy, “Well, they do want you to go.”
“But I need to go home and make sure Mr. Clean-y is stable, and tell him alright so that he won’t get worse,” said the little girl.
“Emma we’ll fix him alright,” said Spike.
“Exactly Emma baby, he’ll be alright,” Buffy coaxed.
“You’ll go home and fix him like when Mummy stays home from work and your bed makes loud squeaking sounds and you guys come out and mummy is all happy,” said Emma.
Spike and Buffy looked at each other wide eyed for a long moment, “Sure,” said Spike, “We’re going to both make him all better.”
“And when Uncle Xander comes to pick you up Mr. Clean-y will come, all better and everything,” answered Buffy.
“But I want to come help make him better,” said Emma.
“No,” said Buffy.
Emma folded her arms across her chest then stomped off from them and into the classroom slamming the door behind her. With adult strength that door had been slammed.
Spike looked at Buffy, “She hates us now.”
“Lets go fix that Mr. Clean-y problem,” said Buffy, “And figure out a better place to have sex.”
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SPIKE WAS ALERT as soon as he heard the angry little girl come through the back door. Spike went in there seeing his 5yr. Old little girl come into the kitchen toting a mob, “IT’S AN IMPOSTER!!” she screamed, she threw down the mop angrily, “Daddy, IT’S AN ABOMINATION, FRUAD!! LIES AND BETRAYAL, LIES, AND, BETRAYAL!!”
“Calm down Em,” said Spike.
“THIS ISN’T MR. CLEAN-Y, IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!!” Xander came in behind her, “MR. CLEAN-Y IS THE KEY TO OUR SURVIVAL, WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!”
“Calm down Missy,” said Xander picking up the mop and closing the door. Spike picked up the angry child, sat her on the counter of the island, “How do you know this isn’t the true deal?”
“Because, look!” Emma showed him her red finger, “Gave me a splinter, Mr. Clean-y would never give me a splinter. And he smells different.”
Xander stood there sniffing the wood, Spike spoke to Emma, “I’m going to have to get that splinter out.”
“No,” said Emma, “It’ll hurt, I’ve already had my heart broken by the fraud.”
“Doesn’t smell any different to me,” said Xander, putting the mop against the wall, “Smells like Mr. Clean.”
“MR. CLEAN-Y!!” corrected Emma.
“Alright, fine Em,” said Xander.
Spike was looking at his little girl’s finger when the splinter magically came out of her finger, like it grew out. He pulled it out the rest of the way, big splinter for such a little girl, “Weird.”
“Is it out?” asked the little child her eyes closed tightly.
“Yeah, it’s out,” he picked her up off the counter and sat her nicely on the ground, “Go up stairs while I talk to Uncle Xander for a moment.”
“Okay,” said Emma, she went to the stairs, “I’m going to tell Mr. Earl all about this, we’re going to put together an army and Mr. Clean-y will be avenged.”
She stomped up the stairs, “Should I be worried that she’s going to avenge that mop’s death?” questioned Xander arranging his eye patch.
“I didn’t take out that splinter, it came out,” said Spike.
“Oh, so now we have live splinters,” said Xander sarcastically, “I’ve heard worse,” he shrugged.
“No, that little girl just healed, right there,” whispered Spike.
“What?” questioned Xander.
“That girl’s got super healing,” said Spike, “And keep your voice down, she’s a fast little gal, I’ve known that. But she just might have super hearing.”
“What are we getting at?” asked Xander.
“This girl doesn’t use the bathroom we knew that, but now she’s starting to show super abilities,” smiled Spike.
“Why are you smiling?” questioned Xander, “Not like that’s a good thing, Buffy won’t agree.”
“My daughter, she’s some kind of hybrid, that’s be amazing,” said Spike, “I can tell that’s not Mr. Clean-y, the wood is different, you can’t, Emma can.”
“Buffy wants to give her the most normal life she can,” said Xander.
“But Emma’s special,” smiled Spike, “I can teach how to fight one day, of course teach her ethics. This is bloody brilliant.”
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BUFFY CAME THROUGH the front door of the house, “I’m home.”
Spike walked down the stairs and went to Buffy, he picked her up and kissed her. Spun her around him, “Good evening Luv.”
“Whoa, what’s going on?” questioned Buffy.
“I’ve found out some happy news,” said Spike putting down Buffy.
“Where’s Emma?” asked Buffy, “I heard that the new Mr. Clean-y wasn’t good enough.”
“Unfortunately, and she wants to seek vengeance upon his killer,” said Spike.
“Well it’s not my fault-” began Buffy.
“Shh…” smiled Spike.
“I don’t feel like having sex,” said Buffy quickly.
“I don’t mean, sex shh… I mean, quiet shhh..” replied Spike.
“Why?” asked Buffy.
“It’s night and all, come with me,” said Spike.
“Should I close my eyes?” asked Buffy.
“Nope,” said Spike, he took her by the hand and lead her threw the kitchen and out the back door. He went out by the swings.
“Where’s Em-” she started.
“Shh..” smiled Spike, “She’s up in her bedroom, now watch, listen,” stated Spike, his voice grew quiet, “Emma daddy wants you, come outside to him,” his voice was a very quiet whisper, if that was at all possible. But then the kitchen door opened and out ran Emma.
Buffy looked at the small child as she ran to Spike and he picked her up, “What is it daddy?”
“Where were you when I called?” asked Spike.
“Up stairs,” said Emma.
Spike smiled at Buffy, he kissed Emma’s forehead.
“Spike, what’s going on?” questioned Buffy.
“We’ve got a special girl,” laughed Spike, “The best girl in the world.”
“Because I came?” asked Emma.
“That and you’ve got very good hearing,” smiled Spike.
“Can you push me on the swing?” asked Emma.
“No, Emma he has to talk to mommy alone, how about you go back inside, play with Mr. Earl,” said Buffy.
Spike put down Emma, Emma ran into the house and closed the door behind her, “What is it Pet, aren’t you proud of her?”
“Spike, that means she’s not human,” said Buffy.
“What about super human, slayer maybe,” said Spike.
“Then she has been cursed to save the world-”
Spike and Buffy were now talking in the cave as if that was there back yard, Spike didn’t seem to acknowledge the chains just seemed like they didn’t know they were in the cave, “Why do you have to act this way?” Spike was saddened.
“We’re supposed to give her the normal life that we’ve wanted to give her,” said Buffy.
“I’m proud of her Buffy-”
“So what Spike, you can live the days of being a vamp through her?!” demanded Buffy.
“Not at all Buffy,” said Spike, “Why are you acting this way?”
“Because, she can’t know more than needed of my world,” said Buffy.
“Buffy,” pleaded Spike, “You can’t take away what she is.”
“I’m not,” said Buffy.
“Don’t you see, she’s a special girl-”
“Spike I know she’s special,” said Buffy, “But she can be normal and special.”
“She was born different, I’m a vampire,” said Spike, “She’ll notice things are different, that people don’t usually hear like her, that maybe she’s faster, heals faster, whatever she has.”
“Spike,” said Buffy, “If you can’t keep this under wraps, no matter what you say I’m going to take her out of school and out of this country away from you. You’ll be hurting her telling her all that.”
“I wouldn’t, not telling her would be-”
“Spike, I love you but if you tell her what she is more than she can figure out on her own, about yourself. She finds you out as a vampire, anything like that, I’ll take her away from you!” said Buffy, her eyes filled with tears.
Spike grabbed her shoulders, his eyes were filling with tears, “You can’t just take her away from me! She’s something I’ve never had, she’s my flesh and blood. She loves me, you can’t take me away from her Buffy!!”
“Get off me Spike,” said Buffy calmly, “If you really love her you won’t say anything and take a chance of hurting her.”
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SPIKE STOOD WITH EMMA AT HIS PLACE, [EVIL REASON.] “How did he get you to kill?” asked Spike, he came towards her and watched the tears of water lay on her cheeks.
Emma didn‘t keep eye contact with Spike, “There was a lot of magic, and torturing,” she wasn’t crying much but it pained her talk about it, “I’ve tried killing myself but it didn’t work, I’d wake up,” she folded her arms, “I wish he’d go away,” her eyes stopped suddenly like she had spaced out in whatever she was doing, she looked straight forwards as her voice trembled, “The beating will just make you stronger Emma,“ she looked down at the floor, she laughed a little, “EMMA!” her yelled surprised Spike a little, he listened to her voice watching her, “Once she’s dead you’ll be one step closer to your revenge and knowing no one else will haft to go through what you go through. Then Reese takes the sword and it burns, puts it up against your skin,” she paused again, “I could do this forever,“ she growled, “EMMA, You filthy bastard child, you better be happy I haven’t taken your innocence right here, make you pay for disobeying me!!! Grabbed me by my hair. EMMA!! IF YOU DON’T DO IT I’M GONNA STICK THIS HOT SWORD IN EVERY HOLE IN YOUR BODY!!!” she looked up at him, “You don’t believe me probably.”
“He hurt you,” said Spike sympathetically.
She wasn’t keeping eye contact with him and trembling, she held her hands nervously, “He liked glass to, I don’t want him to hurt me. He’ll make me do it again, he will, I know he will.”
“He wont hurt you anymore, I won’t let him,” stated Spike.
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“AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CHANGED BY THIS?!!” demanded Spike in that cave, “Am I supposed to care?!!”
“You care vampire,” said The Descendants.
“YEAH, so, I care,” growled Spike, “BUT YOU’RE ONLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE!!”
“Are we?” questioned the voice.
“You feel angry, that we’d play these images upon you, make you happy then make you sad. Make you worry for your child again and again, it hurts,” said the voice.
“Only scratching the surface,” growled Spike.
“William, when one tells another that they’re only scratching the surface, that tends to make the one doing the scratching want to scratch a little deeper,” The Descendants echoed.
“I don’t need to tell you my life for you to know, it’ll take hard work,” said Spike.
“Oh, we don’t think it’ll take all that much work, just a couple of fake lives, that you think are very real,” said the voice.
“They felt real, you’ve got that,” said Spike, he kind of feared what they could do.
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SPIKE HAD CLOSED HIS eyes just a second to blink when he opened them to another place. He stood in the living room of Buffy’s home, “So, when are we leaving, I’ve got my blanket.”
“Daddy?” questioned the little girl, “Why do you bring a blanket when we go places in the daytime?”
“Because of daddy’s sun allergy,” he said looking down at her, “And, Daddy sometimes likes to take naps in the car.”
Buffy came in, “Well we’re not going to be taking naps at the first Open Houses out of 12.”
“Don’t, worry, I want to hear every single good thing they have to say about my girl,” smiled Spike.
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“SHE’S BITTEN 19 OF HER PEERS,” said the British Teacher, Ms. Franklin sitting behind her desk, “That’s why I took you away from the group.”
“Ms. Franklin, why didn’t we know before now?” questioned Buffy sitting in front of the desk.
Spike sat in front of desk too, holding his blanket while Emma sat at the little tables that belonged to them, drawing and cutting paper and gluing.
“Well, Mr. And Mrs. Summers-”
“Miss, I’m not married to Spike,” said Buffy, “Well, William, we just call him Spike.”
“Are you Emma’s father?” questioned Ms. Franklin looking at Spike. Platinum blonde, black clothes, leather jacket, bad boy written all over him.
“Yup, she acts like me too,” said Spike.
“More then we need her to honey,” smiled Buffy, “Umm… what kind of bites?”
“Well I’ve got pictures,” said the woman, she pulled out some pictures from the desk. Some of them were deep bites but nothing odd.
“Emma,” said Buffy.
“What Mummy?” questioned Emma, “I only bit them because they were mean.”
“That’s my girl,” said Spike automatically, “I mean, no bad, bad.”
“Mr.” the teacher was reluctant to say his name, “Spike, um…why do you carry a blanket if you don’t mind telling me.”
“Security,” smiled Spike.
Emma walked over to Spike, Spike picked her up and sat her in his lap while she played with a little piece of paper.
“Ms. Summers, we would of called you if we didn’t have the Open House to meet, I wanted to talk to you in person,” said Ms. Franklin.
“They made me sit in the corner in the principal’s office,” said Emma looking down at what she was making with the piece of paper.
“Anything else?” questioned Buffy.
“She’s a very bright child,” said Ms. Franklin a little stunned by the asking of questions, “Very athletic.”
“I like Play time,” said Emma putting the Origami bird she just made on the desk.
“But in my years I’ve never quite seen a child so susceptible to violence. Truthfully, she scares the other children,” said Ms. Franklin, “May I ask what she watches at home.”
“Um…” began Buffy, she didn’t know.
“Well we never much watched T.V., if we did we watched the soaps, British comedy, nothing much,” said Spike.
“Good God Man, sitting around worrying about the draft coming from your hard hat when the key is, you’re not wearing any pants,” laughed Emma quoting the British Comedy show [of the Future, whatever.]
Spike smiled at his girl, “She’s got a hell of a memory.”
“Mr. Spike, do you curse around your daughter?” asked Ms. Franklin.
“You better not,” said Buffy.
“Ms. Summers, I fear that Emma is showing signs of a missing female role model,” said Ms. Franklin, “Which rarely I point out, but I think Emma’s way of life could be leading to bad things.”
“You bad knocking my parenting?” questioned Spike, getting a little angry.
“You better be nice to my daddy,” said the little girl.
“I’ll try to work less,” said Buffy, “Anything.”
Spike picked up Emma, “I don’t like this conversation at all.”
“Mr. Spike, I would of rather had this conversation not in front of the student,” said Ms. Franklin.
“I love my daughter, love her with every bit of me, and I don’t want to take this shit,” growled Spike.
“Don’t speak that way in front of our daughter!” roared Buffy.
Emma wrapped her arms around Spike like she wouldn’t let go, “Don’t yell at Daddy.”
“We all just need to calm down,” said the teacher, “I wish that we didn’t speak in front of your child.”
“Daddy I want to go home,” said Emma.
“Alright Em, I’m taking you home,” then he looked at Buffy, “Through a new place that you’ve never traveled before.”
“Don’t you dare take her down there Spike!” ordered Buffy, both of them referring to the sewers.
“You know, take off all the work you want,” said Spike, “You can’t take my child, you can’t keep her from being raised to know what she should.”
“Don’t take my child away from me!” roared Buffy.
“No one is taking my child, no one is controlling who she is, she deserves to know everything. She deserves to be able to experience everything she is. No secrets,” Spike threw down his blanket, “I don’t need that, it’s night. No one is taking her away from me.”
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SPIKE LAY IN THE CAVE, sweaty, which doesn’t usually happen to a vamp. He sat up and hit his head on the bottom of a table. He heard a small sound. The sound of someone singing. One note.
He stood up, placing his hands on the table as the female voice started growing louder. That was opera music that was someone screaming, really, really loud. Quickly grabbed his ears, throbbing in his ears. His ear drums were stinging. Like they on fire.
The sound suddenly stop and the table flew up through the air over him. And firm iron hands threw him down. “Don’t want to loose me,” said Emma quickly, “No you don’t.”
Suddenly the words ‘Don’t want to loose me,’ played over in his head loudly. The light in the room started flashing. He put his hand over his heart, felt like it was going to burst inside. Water started dropping from the ceiling.
Loud heavy Metal music, too loud played. Hands were slicing his skin, nails coming through the air. Cold iron hands, he couldn’t see Emma anymore. Spike was disoriented. Rocks fell on him he could feel them falling but could see them.
The smell of blood rose in his nose though he found it at that moment very disturbing. Emma punched him in the face and he went down on the ground the sand got in his eyes. The Emma kicked him in the stomach and he coughed up blood. This Emma kicked him again.
Spike flew up in a barrel roll and hit the cave wall. The chains around his wrists pulled on him and back into place, pulling him through glass that hadn’t been there before. Cutting his skin, he yelled in pain, blood coming out of his face and he slammed his head back.
Hit his head on a rock it felt like but nothing was there in the dark. No more rain, whatever that water was falling from the ceiling. Everything was quiet all of a sudden, then suddenly Emma kicked him in the face and it all started up again.
Cold, very cold hands grabbed him by the hair, they moved so fast they were cold, he couldn’t see them. They grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the stone wall behind him. It smelled like a crowd of people were in the room. One after another hit him.
They walked over him, the water was making him feel having as it feel from the ceiling. He knew Emma’s hands when they grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into the air and he hit the ceiling. Grabbed him again and threw him into the stone, breaking glass every time he hit.
Spike thought he was falling and landed on the sand, the sand was hot. Things were biting into his throat he couldn’t see, that he could just feel. He tried to hit at them but they were there still. The room was spinning and shaking, loud music still playing, he didn’t want it so loud.
Everything was so confusing, “HELP ME!!” yelled Spike, “HELP!!”
Suddenly everything went quiet again, everything didn’t move. Spike moved his hand and the chains were still around his wrists, Cold. He ached, then breathed touched his lips as the person spoke, quietly, Emma: “Don’t want to loose me.”
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EMMA STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LOBBY, just stood there. Conner was watching her, “Emma, what are you thinking?”
She just stood there, “He won’t stop talking to me.”
“Who?” questioned Conner.
“Reese,” said Emma, she turned towards Conner, “Not only him,” she smiled, “Everyone in here, even the other you, want me to start killing again.”
“Don’t,” said Conner going towards her, “Don’t.”
“I’m not. It’s just really bloody loud in here,” said Emma firmly.
“You’re taking this well,” said Conner.
“I’m going to rip these descendants to bits, when I get my hand on anything of them, rip, and tear,” she said viciously.
“We’ll figure this out,” said Conner.
“I want to listen to some music,” said Emma, “It’s really loud in here.”
Emma went towards the stairs. She went up the stairs and towards her room. Conner watched her, he felt he shoulder suddenly tell Angel something. Conner ran up the stairs and down the hall towards Spike’s room where Angel and Wesley would be.
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SPIKE YELLED IN PAIN. Emma pulled her hands away from Spike’s clavicle. Blood on her hands, blood going down his chest. Spike was breathing hard, yelling. It was so bad, he’d never thought of pushing in someone’s clavicle, braking the bone. “Stop, please,” he moaned.
Emma whipped her hands off on a linen napkin. Blood on it, the rest of the blood soaked into her fingers, “Always kind of weird how that happens, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t,” she said calmly.
He winced, “What did you do?”
“You know what I did,” she said walking towards him, Emma went down to his level and grabbed him by the hair holding his head against the stone, turning his neck a little with his head and he groaned in pain, “Do you know why this really hurts you though?”
“Tell me,” groaned Spike, wanting to cough a little from the pain, his nostrils flared, “I’m…. open… for…. conversation.”
Emma looked at him and the pain of his broken bones lifted. She’d healed him, “I’m your daughter that’s why, little girl torturing daddy, showing him who‘s boss, it hurts you as much as the pain,” She go of his hair, pat him on the head then stood up and walked back over to the table her eyes skimming it.
“Actually, I’m kind of proud,” answered Spike.
“No you’re not,” smiled Emma, “You’re only proud of the fact that I can take care of myself. But then again you don’t like that because I can take care of you too. Make everyone around me feel inadequate even for themselves.”
“You do make me feel a little inadequate,” said Spike.
“Why would you say that, aren’t you worried you’d hurt my feelings?” questioned Emma resting her hands on the table.
“I’m not worried a bit about that, knowing that this is some kind of wonky hallucination while I’m in some kind cave, coma, bloody whatever. And you’re not my daughter,” smiled Spike, “Figments in the wind Luv.”
“Don’t you have this figured out?” asked Emma sarcastically, “But when Angel was being controlled, Conner saw Cordelia. Don’t you kind of wonder, maybe at any moment, Emma could actually be right here, talking to you?”
Spike looked down, Emma then smiled, “Daddy?” she said in a sweet little voice. Spike looked at her, “You ever filed off your own face then past the bone, slowly?” she grabbed a long medal file off the table, “It’s a very excruciating process.”
“I’m so happy my daughter isn’t as sick as you,” growled Spike.
Then the Emma laughed and said, “But she‘s done this before, just to a different person and she was 15,” she knelt down in front of him, “Started right here,” placed the file on his cheek bone, “I’ll take it slow so you’re prepared.”
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CONNER RAN INTO SPIKE’S ROOM. They looked at him, Spike still laying in the bed catatonic, “We need to really fix things,” growled Conner.
Wesley stood up, “Of course.”
“No, Emma’s seeing dead people, people, they’re telling her to kill but from my past with The Descendants, telling her to kill isn’t the only thing they can tell her,” said Conner.
“Conner, we’ve been in here looking for that spell to hunt down the chamber, or wherever that this spell is being cast-” began Angel.
Conner was listening to something then started talking, “She’s listening to music to get them out of her head, but these Descendants can show her images. They can bring back bad memories, they will do something if we don’t stop things fast enough.”
“We are,” said Angel putting down the book he was looking in.
“Conner’s very much right,” said Wesley, “We need to look faster.”
Angel looked at Conner then Wesley, “We are looking, alright, as fast as we can.”
“Wes knows,” said Conner, he angrily went towards Angel, “Keep this a secret from her.” Conner grabbed Angel by the shirt and brought Angel’s ear to him, “Incase she hears, you as Angelus-” he had to tell Angel, give Angel a reason to want to do the job faster, give him a reason, “You…raped…her,” he growled.
Angel pulled away from Conner, “What?”
“Don’t repeat that, she could pick up anything of this conversation, even us keep secrets,” said Conner.
“I don’t, don’t remember,” said Angel, he looked down, sat down in the chair next to the bed, “What?”
“Dawn did a spell, Em- she was very depressed and Dawn did a spell,” said Wesley, “She told me she did because this was some deep stuff.” He looked Conner, “How do you know?”
“The Descendants told me, replayed the scene, and if they really want to, they’ll screw him,” Conner pointed to Spike, “And her up.”
“This has put a new light on the situation,” sighed Wesley, “But it seems that we can’t find the spell,” he flipped through one of the books. “Like it’s been taken out of the book completely.”
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EMMA HAD TURNED ON THE SINK DOWN IN BUFFY’S BASEMENT. She was washing the long medal file the blood coming off, “Wasn’t that fun, I like how you yelled more after I got it hot. Boiling water is good for everything. Face healed?”
“Was it good when you poured that boiling water on my face?” growled Spike, as Emma turned off the water.
“By the way you’re talking, I guess you’re heal,” said Emma.
“What’s the point to this?” questioned Spike.
“No wonder you keep coming back with your grandiose attitude, I keep bloody healing you. I just need to stop doing that,” said Emma.
“What should I say?” questioned Spike.
“I should beat you,” smiled Emma.
Emma walked towards Spike, “Goanna speed up the process!” she said ecstatically.
Emma punched him in the face.
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Emma laid on her bed her eyes closed. Loud heavy metal music playing, loud. She was trying block out all the people in her room talking, mostly there was a bunch of women walking around talking to her. She couldn’t here them over the music except for some stuff.
Then the radio went off. Emma sat up, all the people in there talking, “Why did you kill me?”
Emma ignored the other women too, “You killed my kids too.”
Another said, “We like it when you killed.”
Emma turned the radio back on, and then went back to the bed. The radio went back off. A person sitting there pressing the button. Emma punched the figment. Then all of them went away. She slowly looked around her, suspicious.
She turned around looking everywhere no more voices. Spike stood there in front of her suddenly, “You’re not real,” she said.
“Don’t I know it Em,” said the figment of her father.
“You’re the Descendants, one those seeing everything types?” asked Emma.
“But it’s me Emma, your dad, things are wonky, I can’t stop what going on,” said Spike.
“You’re The Descendants,” growled Emma, she turned the music on.
Spike looked at her angrily, “YOU’RE NOT HERE!!” screamed Emma over the music.
Spike yelled back at her over the music, “DON’T IGNORE ME, I NEED YOUR HELP!!!”
“YOU’RE NOT REAL!!” she screamed, she grabbed her lamp off her night stand, next to the dresser were she stood, she threw it at him.
The lamp hit the wall, “I WANT QUIET FROM YOU THINGS!!”
Emma turned the music up louder. Korn song, ‘Freak on a Leash.’ Emma grabbed the nightstand and threw it at Spike. Spike ducked out of the way, he wasn’t there anymore.
She took a breath. She walked over to the book shelf. She heard something past the music move. She punched the wall.
“I NEED YOU TO AVENGE ME!!” yelled the voices.
Emma grabbed one of her books and threw it at one of the people. The person fell back and threw the floor. She started throwing her books from the book shelf at the fake people. But they’d just get hit and no longer be there. Then another would come around.
Reese grabbed her by the shoulders out of nowhere and threw her around like he was dancing with her. She pulled away and pushed him through the window. But of course not braking the window he just went through.
“STOP!!” screamed Emma, she held her hands to her ears the people running around in her room, everyone, Wesley, Spike, Conner, Angel was jumping up and down on her bed, “STOP!!!”
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EMMA SAT ON THE FLOOR OF THE BASEMENT LAUGHING. “Thing about this dimension,” giggled Emma, “You bloody wont die!” She wasn’t angry, just more, thrilled than anything. “Well not a dimension, more like dimensional subconscious.”
Spike laid against the wall, bleeding and he heart all over. Cuts stung, bruises throbbed. He just wanted to close his eyes and ignore all the pain. The whole room smelled of blood but that was just because he smelled it up his nose, on his face.
Emma knelt down in front of her dad, “You are so weak.” she said. “Fold under the pain.”
“What do you expect?” moaned Spike blood coming out of his mouth.
“Time to move on,” said Emma, she pushed down the table, sharp torturing stuff feel to the ground. With her long leg she kicked off a leg of the table. He grabbed the leg, stake ready to go, “Think about it Daddy, this isn’t just you being tortured for an eternity, this is your mind slipping through your hands. You can feel it Daddy. You feel so far away,” she said standing there with the stake.
The bloody Spike just laid there, chained up. Bleeding all over the place. She knelt down in front of him with the stake in hand, “But the pain doesn’t make you feel so far away,” she poked the stake at him. Spike moaned in pain. “Makes you feel wide awake,” sighed Emma, “But you’re not needed by the Descendants, only your shell.”
Suddenly Emma jabbed the stake into his heart. Spike roared in pain his face going vampire, and his body got painfully tingly, and quickly he felt like burning sand.
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“I’VE TRIED TO MATCH THE SPELL EXACTLY,” said Wesley with a picture drawn. The book had a picture drawn in it. In the book that kind of stuff. The book would be able to track so that might not work, “There’s always a guarantee this won’t work.”
“We’ve got to try,” said Angel, they were all standing in the Lobby. Even Emma who’s eyes would dart off places like she was watching something she found annoying.
“I want to save my dad is all,” growled Emma, she then looked at a corner of the room like she was going to kill it.
“Alright, try the spell,” said Angel.
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SPIKE STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT. Spike wore his coat and the usual. The desert was cold today. Brisk. He looked around, walking by the stones. It was day out, he liked the feel of the sun on his skin. Nothing burning or anything.
“Spike, you know you’re a pig,” said a voice, Buffy.
Spike looked towards the Buffy behind him, “Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
“Think you can be around always, no, you have to work the system,” said Buffy.
“All about the mission Luv,” said Spike.
“Don’t call me Luv,” demanded Buffy.
Spike smiled at her. Buffy went towards him, he just watched her. Suddenly she was behind him, “Always been a pig.”
He looked towards, “What’s this all about now?”
Buffy punched him in the face and he fell down on the sand, he flipped back up onto his feet, wiped the blood from his bottom lip, “Oh, are we playing a game now?”
She went to punched him and something grabbed him around the waist from behind and leapt up in the air and flipped him around and slammed him on the ground. Spike rolled onto his feet. No Buffy around. A piece of bamboo came out of nowhere and hit him across the face.
Spike went down and grabbed it from Buffy swung it around and hit her in the face. But it turns out she was Angel now. Angel flipped up on his feet and grabbed at the bamboo before Spike hit him in the face with it. Angel tried to punch Spike in the face and Spike dodged out of the way and kicked Angel down with both legs.
He twirled the piece of bamboo, he spoke sarcastically: “My final battle, am I going to survive?”
It was becoming night. Suddenly like magic Spike was thrown over the side of the hill of sand. He rolled down the side and onto his stomach. Conner the only person in sight walking towards him kicked him in the head. Spike flew back on his back. Spike rolled around and onto his feet.
Chains leapt out of nowhere and grabbed onto him. Conner walked towards him. Spike pulled at the chains as they wrapped around his body. Emma now punched Spike in the face. Turned into Wesley and hit him in the face with the hilt of a 12 cage. Spike went down the chains pulling him towards the ground.
The chains pulled him down into the sand as he tried to get up no one around him, “HEY, HEY!!” yelled Spike. He was pulled through the sand floor into the cave. He landed on his back. Something grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him at the wall behind him.
He went through the wall as if mystically and rolled out into the floor of the lobby. Emma kicked him in the stomach and he flipped onto his feet. She grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into the weapons cabinet.
Drusilla now walked towards Spike, smiling, “Pretty little puppy, can’t find his home.”
“More games?” growled Spike, he lifted a sword and went at her.
She blocked the blow with her elbow, cut her right arm off, “Uh oh,” she said in giggles.
Spike looked at her like she was a hideous monster. He went to cut off her head. The sword hit Conner’s throat, not Drusilla’s and the blade broke. Conner grabbed Spike by the arm and threw Spike over him head and into the desk behind the counter.
Everything broke on there. Spike rolled off the desk as Buffy stood over him, she grabbed him by the jacket and threw him against the wall. She started pounding at his face with her fist and all her might. Spike felt his jaw smash.
Buffy then grabbed him and tossed him to someone. Emma and she threw him up at the ceiling. Spike went through and landed in the basement where Angel kicked him in the head and he was thrown back through the wall and threw glass. A window.
He landed on the cave floor. Tired, bloody. Chains grabbed onto his arms, “What’s going on?” he moaned, he could hardly stand. Something black shot through the air. Mystical substance kind of black, he watched it, couldn’t see it very well with his blurry vision.
His head hurt, worse than any chip migraine. The black mystified thing then shot at his head. Spike yelled out, it shot into his eyes and he started convulsing.
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SPIKE CONVULSED IN HIS BED, but there was no one there to see him convulse. He convulsed till he fell off the bed, his nose bleeding, he lay on the floor shaking, his eyes wide open. Then they closed. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he sat up. Cocked his head to the side, licked his lips, “Now where do you people think you’re going?” he laughed, inclining that he meant Angel and them.
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THE GROUP WAS LOOKING FOR WHERE THE RITUAL WOULD BE DONE. They were walking through a series of abandoned slaughter houses. Emma was mumbling to herself, keeping straight forward. They knew she was talking to people that weren’t there.
Angel didn’t want to look at her, be near her. He felt sick with himself, but he had to ignore that kind of thing for right now. He’d just ignore it, he couldn’t remember what happened. But that just made him want to know more about what happened.
“Here,” said Wesley, the stopped the middle of the street.
“There?” questioned Conner.
“I suggest we go underground,” said Wesley, “No doubt they’re doing the spell underground.”
“Either that, or right in front of our faces and we’re all just a bunch of blind fools,” growled Emma looking straight forward, angrily.
“Sewer entrance,” said Conner seeing a man hole cover.
They went towards it and suddenly Wesley dropped the piece of paper he had in his hands and it burnt to a crisp as it hit the ground. Conner picked up the man hole cover Wesley went down then Angel. Conner looked at Emma.
Emma looked at him, “Everything will be alright,” he said.
“What if they aren’t, I don’t know how I’m going to handle it,” said Emma plainly, “I love my dad.”
Emma stepped towards the sewer hole and jumped down into it.
They were safe in the dark of the sewer as far to be told, “I smell blood,” said Angel.
“It’s all over,” said Conner.
Emma lead the way, as they were walking she pulled a dagger out of each boot. They thought it wasn’t the best thing to do, seeing that she was about ready to scream that she’d had enough. “Don’t like me holding weapons?” she questioned.
“It’s fine,” said Wesley, “We all brought something now.”
“Good, cause I’m not going to kill you,” said Emma fiercely, “Unless for some crazy reason one of you get in my way, then I won’t care.”
She held both daggers, one in each hand. They walked down the tunnel. Getting close to something, the smell said so, blood.
They turned a corner and kept going, Emma started walking faster. They got to a dead end, “I don’t smell it anymore,” said Conner.
Emma went down on her knees, “What the?”
Conner went towards her, she pulled away, “WHERE ARE YOU?!!” she demanded, “Controlling my father, controlling my mind,” she sobbed the last part, “I don’t want to see all these people.”
“I said that there was a chance that we wouldn’t find anything, the spell would be wrong,” said Wesley.
“Then why do I smell the blood?!” demanded Emma her eyes going yellow, filled with tears.
“Maybe there’s a secret entrance,” suggested Angel.
“Find one,” sobbed Emma she put her daggers back in her boots and folded her arms across her chest.
Angel and Wesley started filling around on the walls. Conner looked at Emma sadly, he went over to her. She put her head on his chest and he hugged her to him.
Suddenly something grabbed Wesley through the wall, “Uh oh,” said Angel loudly.
Emma and Conner quickly pulled away. Emma went into the wall followed by Conner and Angel. They found a chamber inside.
Wesley was punched by a large demon, like the ones from the first chamber. Wesley ducked out of the way and kicked the demon in the stomach then pulled out his gun and shot the demon in the chest. The demon went down.
Emma came through the wall and two came at her on both sides, she punched one in the head then grabbed the other one and snapped his neck effortlessly. Conner came through and was tackled by one of the demons. Angel came through, he dodged a blow from one.
Angel kicked the demon in the stomach and then hit him over the head with the hilt of the sword he had in his hand. He spun around and sliced it’s head off. The demon went down on the ground.
Conner jumped up and kicked one down. Another went to tackle him and he flipped the demon over him and picked his axe up off the ground and cut it’s throat then spun around and cut another’s throat. Wesley threw down his gun when he ran out of bullets and shot a blade out of his sleeve like a sword he could carry with him. One of his good ole’ gadgets.
Emma walked forward down the chamber. One of the demon’s swung it’s axe at her, she jumped up and kicked the axe from the demon. Then she quickly punched it to the ground, her eyes yellow. She went down and kicked to demons quickly off their feet.
She was back on her own in no time and kicked one’s head off then flipped forward and behind another then she back kicked him. Another one came at her. She kneed him in the chin and pulled out a dagger from her boot and stabbed the demon in the head then punched him in the face.
The demons went down would get right back up. Emma smelled Spike suddenly. She dodged the blow of two of them went down and pulled out her second dagger and stabbed the two demons on bother sides of her then brought the dagger’s up cutting them bad, badly.
Emma ran forward towards the next chamber. She ran in, saw the lit torches. And a couple of cloaked figures, someone laying in the floor. That girl that they thought the loss. The way Emma came in closed up behind her. The two cloaked figures went towards her.
“Descendants,” growled Emma, “Think you can just trick my father, just trick us, use us?!”
The cloaked figures walked towards her, heads bowed. Emma threw one of the daggers at one, in his head, the man dead. Then she flipped forward and kicked the other one in the head. She landed on her feet grabbed him by the shoulders, then the head and snapped his neck.
Emma was looking for something, a crystal like that item that Angel broke. Emma went to it, then she took a whiff of the air, her eyes went back to normal, “Dad?” she stood up straight, “Not a fake.”
“My daughter, always knows what’s real, or well, these days,” smiled Spike standing behind her.
“We have to brake that,” said Emma, she went for it, suddenly it was gone. She stood up straight, they were in that cave, “What the?”
“That’s my girl, my placing stuff, that would have been valuable,” said Spike.
“What, you’re not my dad,” said Emma.
“Yes I am, you said it yourself, Not fake, you smell me. The others have no smell,” said Spike, he held his hand out, “Touch it, you’ll not go through.”
Emma went towards him suspiciously. She put her hand out, touched his hand, held his arm, no leather jacket on. Same as he was in that bed, “But you’re not talking like yourself.”
She pulled away, “You’re skin is warm.” Spike smiled at her, “You’re not yourself, get out of my dad’s body.”
“No it’s me, completely,” said Spike, he went towards her.
Emma suddenly punched him in the face. Spike went down on the ground, laughing, “Why are you doing that, I thought you loved me.”
“You’re in his body!!” said Emma.
He looked at her innocently, “I’m your father, but why are you doing this?”
“You’re not him!” screamed Emma, “Get out of his body!!”
Spike got back up onto his feet and punched Emma in the face. She went backwards and hit the wall behind her, dust came down from the ceiling. Spike was stronger than usual. Emma stood up.
“Why do you have to be so hostile Emma, making everyone around you feel bad?” questioned Spike.
Emma went towards him, he threw a punch at her quickly, she ducked out of the way. He went down to kicked her off her feet. She jumped up over his leg. He went to punch her again. She caught him and flipped him.
Spike landed on his feet, “Don’t fight me.”
She tried to punched him but he blocked the blow and kicked her in the stomach faster then any normal vampire. Emma went to kick him in the head, he grabbed her leg and threw her into the wall. Emma landed on her hands and got back on her feet.
“GET OUT OF MY FATHER’S BODY!!” she demanded.
Quickly Emma back handed him, he went down on the ground and then flipped back up onto his feet. He kneed her in the stomach, the grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the stone wall once and threw her down on the ground.
She was going to get back up on her feet, he kicked her in the stomach and she went down against, he slammed his leg into her back. Emma rolled wearily back onto her feet.
“NO!!” she yelled her eyes going yellow again her voice came in a play of echoes.
“So that’s how we’re going to play the rest of this huh?” he changed his face.
Emma went at him jumped up and went to kick him across the face. He ducked out of the way. She landed ad twirled around and jabbed her right leg at him. He grabbed it inhumanly quick.
She then leapt up, on one leg and over him flipping and landing behind him. Emma punched him in the back of the neck and he went down on his knees. Emma grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the stone of the wall and then again.
Spike fell backwards, not breathing right, “Always like to torture me don’t you?” questioned Spike.
She grabbed him by the shirt and punched him in the face, then punched him again. Spike caught her fist, “You kill me your father won’t have a body for his soul to go back to Pet.”
Emma looked at him trembling, “You admit, you’re not my father.”
“I am, but am I?” he questioned.
“NO TRICKS!” screamed Emma.
“I’m your father’s body,” said the man.
“I can’t kill you,” she sobbed.
Spike smiled at her, “You have to.”
“My dad-” she said.
“Won’t have a body, will be gone,” he said, talked in a voice like she couldn’t understand him and he was going to get her to.
“No,” she trembled, “NO!!”
Emma back handed him, He punched her in the face. He grabbed her by the shirt and threw her at the cave wall. Emma flew into a wall made of wood, that she hadn’t seen, thought it was made of a stone. She landed in another chamber.
Sewers alright, not a cave. The other room reversed to the way it was. She wiped the blood off her face. Spike, just as bloody came into the chamber, “Sweet little girl, can’t kill daddy, doesn’t know what she’d doing.”
Emma didn’t feel any reason to move, she lay on the floor looking up at him. He went down to her on his knees and put his arms under her and lifted her in his arms, he pushed her hair back. Smiling down at her, Spike then bit into her throat.
She didn’t do anything about it. There was a loud crashing sound as her father drank from her. Purple light flew through the place. Spike’s face reverted and he pulled away from her. He looked at her trembling, “Emma?”
Her blood on his mouth, in it, on his chin, “No, Emma.”
Emma’s eyes were closed. She wasn’t breathing. Spike picked her up in his arms, and went towards the main chamber. There Conner stood with Wesley and Angel, they looked at him, Spike was trembling, “Something was in my body. I bit her.”
Conner looked to Spike with his eyes like slits, anger in them. Emma started coughing moving in his arms. Her wound on her throat healed. The blood on Spike’s mouth disappeared.
Spike looked to them, “This can’t happen, anymore.”
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