Spike paced the warehouse floor angrily. The Slayer was ruining everything! She had foiled every plan he created. She wasn't like the regular Slayers. Ever since she was revived from her death from the Master, she was stronger, more keener, and a whole lot wittier.
"Man, I wish there was a way to rid me of the Slayer for good!" Spike flew into a rage. He threw a chair, an old book, and was about to smash Miss Edith when he heard a voice.
"Spike, no!" It was Drusilla, one of the meanest, most vicious vamps ever to live. Spike caught himself before breaking the little doll.
"Oh I'm so sorry, my pet!" he said sadly. Dru walked over to him, laid his head on he shoulder, and gently took away Miss Edith.
"Don't worry, dear. I have a spell to rid us of her forever." With that, she showed him a spell in an old book. It was a spell to release It. To release the most vicious being ever created- and to give it a bride . . .
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Buffy Summers felt normal. There were no demons to slay, the vampires seemed to be vacationing, and everything was great. Buffy felt so giddy, she decided to pal around with her two best friends, Willow Rosenburg and Xander Harris. Maybe later, she could sneak a visit to Angel, her vampire-turned-good boyfriend. As she walked along the shady side-walk towards the Bronze, the only place worth going to in Sunnydale. Without noticing, Spike was watching her from an alley. He began to chant a spell in an unknown language, "Uncta-oosa-parama-tee-tway-ocunellum-day. Ommpa va neravay!" A wave of the hand, and a small smoke of green swirled around Buffy. Spike chuckled to himself. As he retreated back into the alley, a strong hand gripped his neck.
"What did you do to her?" demanded a familiar voice. It was Angel, as always, protecting Buffy.
"Nothing you can fix, Angelus. She's as good as dead. HA HA HA!" Spike laughed a sinister laugh, and did a roundhouse kick. Angel was sent sprawling to the ground as Spike got away. Angel, game-faced, growled in the direction. He hurried to catch-up with Buffy. He saw her entering the Bronze. He lurked outside the shadows, waiting for her to come back out. An hour passed, then another. Suddenly, all the kids inside the Bronze came running out, screaming. Angel charged forward. He entered the Bronze, only to see Spike throw a sparkly powder on Buffy. He chanted some more words, and then smacked Buffy to the ground. Angel ran to her side. He gingerly picked her up, and steadied her. Buffy shook her head. As she walked with Angel towards his apartment, about 10 vampires jumped them. 3 of them grabbed Angel, while the rest attacked Buffy. Over and over they beat her. No mercy. Buffy tried as hard as she could to fight, but no luck. In desperation, she cried out, "Angel!" Angel lurched to her, but the vamps held him back.
"Buffy!" he yelled. He watched with horror and pain in his eyes as Buffy screamed in mortal agony. She strained her voice to call out Angel's name again. Overwhelmed by them, Buffy was knocked unconscious and Angel was thrown to the ground.
The vamps dragged Buffy away, laughing. Angel stood, shaky. He watched the vamps go.
"Buffy!!" he cried, and he fell to his knees.
"No . . ." he moaned to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, blocking the tears. He knew this would happen. It happened to the Slayer every 10 generations. Buffy would be sacrificed to the Granatin, the all-powerful warlord of demons. Buffy would be his bride- and his meal. If the Granatin was given the most delicious of all Slayers, he would be free to dominate the world. Buffy was the most powerful, therefore the most delicious to the Granatin. Angel rose, with revenge in his eyes. He sprinted off to find her. He would find her- his Buffy.
A few hours later, just before sunrise, Buffy was chained to a wall inside a secret warehouse. Drusilla was walking around, humming to herself. She was holding Miss Edith. "Mummy doesn't like you misbehaving. Mummy likes you to be good." she said to her doll. Buffy watched as Dru flung the doll onto her bed. With that, Dru turned to Buffy. "If you're good, you can live a while longer. If you're bad, you can die now." Drusilla was truly crazy. Buffy struggled but to no avail. Spike laughed, as he entered the light. "Before you are given to your future husband, we have to give our blessings." he said. Buffy watched in horror as Spike lifted a huge box from the ground. He propped it up by Buffy, and opened it. Several weapons and knives were in it. "In a few minutes, Slayer. I must prepare myself." Spike carried Drusilla away to feed for the night.
Angel hurried along the backstreets, certain he knew where Buffy was. He approached the old warehouse on 75th street. He found a way in through the rafters, and crawled to the main room. When his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw Buffy hung from a bar, wiggling to get free. She was dressed in a wedding gown, and she held a bouquet of poison ivy, oak, and sumac in her hand. Spike was walking slowly around her, a knife in his hand. "I wanted to give you something to remember us by, Slayer. Before you are wed." Spike slashed Buffy's back with the tip of the blade, slicing her shirt. Blood seeped through the slit. Buffy winced in pain. Spike stabbed her stomach with the knife, just enough to break the skin. He dragged the knife blade all around her waist, and down her legs. Buffy stifled a scream, but let out a painful whimper. Spike put the knife back into the box, and drew our several metal balls. "I love baseball. Fed of an umpire once; knew all the tricks. Would you like to play?" he asked Buffy, game-faced. With that, he hurled the metal balls at her, pounding her ribs and skull. A few of them smashed her feet. Angel distinctly the cracks of bone and muscles. He moved towards Spike, ready to pounce on him.
Buffy was silently crying as she hung limp and helpless. Spike reached into the box, and pulled out a long stick with a railroad-spike at the end. "Ah, my trusty spike. This is where I got my nickname from." He lit the stick on fire, and charged towards Buffy. The fire was burning her before it even touched her. She screamed a scream unlike any scream ever heard. Angel leapt onto Spike, growling. He threw Spike out the window. The sun was about to rise, ready to spill it's "poison" over Spike. He got up, and ran off to Dru. Angel lowered Buffy from the bar. She sagged against him, weak, bleeding, and broken. Angel gently laid her on the ground. Buffy was just starting to come around when a dark form hovered over them. Angel looked up, only to see It. The Granatin. It waved It's hand in a circle, flinging Angel back. The Granatin raised Buffy from the ground by an invisible force. With a snap, there was an alter, a priest, and almost every demon close to the Granatin. Buffy was in It's arms as It walked towards the alter. Her wedding dress was torn away by the thorns on the wooden chairs. Besides being torn, she was a mess of scratched, abrasions, and blood everywhere. Bruises seemed to sprout all over her. Angel felt himself ripping apart inside at the thought of Buffy being hurt. This made him want to die. But no, he had to live. He had to save Buffy.
Angel furiously looked around for some way to kill the Granatin. Then he saw Spike's spike, still glowing hot. Angel picked it up, and smashed it into the Granatin as hard as the strength left in him would allow. The Granatin screeched out loud, deafening Angel. Everything disappeared- even the warehouse. Angel found himself outside in the night, were it was pouring rain. The dawn was nearly upon him. No time! If he was in the sun, he would combust into ashes . . . He wildly looked around. Buffy was gone. His eyes caught her, lying in a puddle. Angel looked in shock and horror. A wave of deja vu slammed into him. Memories of the Hellmouth, the Master, and seeing her drowned, dead in his arms, swarmed his mind. Angel ran to her, but was stopped by Spike. "Now, now, Angelus. I think we should let her die, don't you?" Angel, with a surge of adrenaline, shoved Spike from him. That second of distraction tore at Angel. As he gathered Buffy in his arms, she went limp. Her legs were battered, her skull was dented, and it seemed like all her limbs were cut, broken, and bleeding. Angel put his ear to her mouth, his hand on her wrist, to try and find a pulse. He could hear it! It was weak, so weak she would die if not treated. The beating Spike gave her would kill her, although Angel could heal those up. Angel ran with Buffy, as fast as he could fly, to his apartment. The sun's first rays showered the ground as he reached it. He burst in, slammed the door behind him, and crashed onto the bed. Frantically, he rushed around, getting first aid supplies. Buffy still didn't move. She whimpered and softly moaned painfully. Angel let tears of pain fall, he couldn't bear hearing her suffer. Every pain she experienced it felt like it was hitting him, too.
Angel gingerly bandaged Buffy. He fixed her legs, waist, back, and head. When he finished working, he just held her in his arms, her cool skin like a balm on his chest. He hair caressed his cheek, and she sighed. Slowly, Buffy awoke. She looked up at Angel. His eyes were full of relief, pain, and worry. Buffy smiled a tiny smile, and stroked his cheek with her bandaged hand. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, she drew in a deathly gasp, and then she slipped away from Angel. He caught her before she tumbled to the ground. He listened to her pulse again- but it was gone. Angel didn't know what to do. He could try CPR- no! He had no breath! It was worth a try. Angel blew into Buffy's mouth as hard as he could, and pumped her chest. He repeated this several times, not bothering to see if her chest was rising. Just then, she coughed and sucked in precious air. Angel exhaled for what seemed like hours. Buffy was alive. After she cough, she went limp. Angel gathered her in his arms. Buffy could not hold him, though she was glad for such close comfort. He laid back on his bedpost, just holding Buffy. Buffy silently slipped into sleep, safe and secure. The next morning, Buffy felt better. She tried to sit-up, but Angel restrained her.
"No, Buffy. You're weak. Just rest for a while longer." Buffy tried again to get up.
"I . . . have to . . . kill the . . . the vampires." she whispered. Angel gently pushed her back into the pillows.
"No, " he said with force.
"Rest, please! Giles, Willow, and Xander will take care of that." Buffy looked at him.
"I'll go get some food." Angel said.
"No," cried Buffy.
"Please Angel, don't leave me! I'm scared." Angel laid next to her on the bed. "I will never leave you." he said. With that, they slipped into a blissful sleep.
The End
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