Chp; 11 In His Head
Emma sat on the bar of the Hyperion Lobby while Angel shined his weapons. Gunn played a video game.
“When’s he going to be back?” asked Emma, “It’s been a week, no even a call.”
Angel looked at her, “Spike will be here in no time Emma.”
Conner came down the stairs, “I think Trish, would like getting married here.”
“As long as I’m not paying, all is good in my book,” said Angel.
“Trish wants to decorate this place up,” said Conner.
“Don’t make me puke,” said Emma folding her arms across her chest.
Conner gave her a mean look, “Well I was going to invite you, but-”
“I don’t give a damn,” stated Emma, “You could be getting that sodding thing of a wedding on upside down and I wouldn’t be marveled.”
“Why am I not surprised?” said Gunn.
“So when my Dad going to get back,” said Emma.
“We don’t know,” said Angel, “Soon today, if he keeps his word.”
“He wouldn’t leave me,” said Emma, “I could track him down.”
“He might not get here till Night fall,” said Angel.
Something made a noise. The basement door opened and two people, recognizable from Spike’s past walked in, carrying Spike over their shoulders.
“Dawn,” said Angel looking of at them, “Who are you?”
Robin would helped Dawn sit Spike on a couch. Emma’s heart leapt up into her throat for a vacation.
“Dad,” trembled Emma.
Spike was laughing, he was acting like he was out of it. Emma got off the bar. Dawn looked at Emma.
Emma looked at Spike, “His soul is hurting him.”
“Thankfully we found him,” said Wood.
Spike looked at her, “I had an army once.”
“Dad?” Emma questioned walking towards Spike.
Spike fell off the couch and looked up at Emma, “George says hi,” he put his hands on his head and rolled back and forth then into a corner.
Dawn gasped, “Emma?”
“Who did this?!” demanded Emma go to Spike and kneeling in front of him, “Who did it?”
“George, little Georgy, that’s his second name,” stated Spike, he knocked on his head, the he knocked it against the wall, “Put the voices back in my noggin,” Emma’s Eyes started to water, “ I could try to drill them out. You know where I could get a drill?”
“Shut up, I don’t want you gone!” said Emma.
“He wont stop whispering in me ear!, “he looked at the window and yelled, “Damn you Shut up!”
“Do you know I’m right here? Asked Emma.
“Emma,“ He pulled Emma towards him and hugged her, “My Girl.”
The group watched. Dawn had her hands over her mouth. Robin had his hands folded over his chest not knowing what to do with those two things called hands.
“I’ll fix it,” sneered Emma.
“George didn’t like me not having the money, he said he knew so much, I should have believed him instead of what I did, William knows that now,” said Spike holding Emma by the shoulders and looking her in the eyes.
“I swear I’ll fix it,” said Emma.
Spike started patting Emma on the head, “I love you little bit don’t play to long out in the sun or you’ll get cancer and die.”
“Don’t leave,” said Emma.
Emma wiped her face and got up. She backed away and out of the room.
“Oh my god your baby Emma,” gasped Dawn.
“Where did you find him?” demanded Emma.
“You shouldn’t go after that guy that did this,” said Angel.
“Buffy’s child right in front of us, Buffy said she gave you up,” said Wood, “If you’re real.”
“I see you don’t want to answer the question, one more time, Where is this person?” questioned Emma.
Dawn was crying, “Emma?” she couldn’t believe her own eyes.
QUICKLY slammed Robin and Dawn against the wall. They were lifted off the floor as far up as Emma’s arms would go, about 2 feet off the floor, “I SAID I WANTED TO KNOW NOW TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dawn choked, “I can’t… breath.”
“Get off them,” stated Angel coming towards Emma.
“WHERE!!!??” demanded Emma.
“Las Vegas,” choked Wood.
“If I don’t fix what’s wrong with my dad I swear I’ll kill everyone dear to you,” sobbed Emma, tears going down her cheeks.
She slammed them against the wall and wasn’t standing next to them anymore. Dawn and Robin hit the floor abruptly.
London 1897: Spike was running down the tunnels of the sewers, he looked like he was having fun. He didn’t have his bleach hair but the natural stuff. He had a brown jacket on. He ran down the tunnels then into a chamber. Angelus, Darla, and Drusilla were there when he ran in.
“Where have you been?” demanded Angelus.
Spike wiped the blood from his lip in a laughing matter, “Out to play, but I suggest we fight now our we’ll have a whole bunch hunters on our asses.”
“You brought them,” said Darla.
Spike smiled, “They’re following me right now.”
There was the sound of people down the tunnels with flaming torches and probably pitch forks. The Evil group backed away from the opening as the hunters ran in.
“This is no longer funny Spike,” hissed Darla.
Dru walked up to Spike and walked around him, “I see fight pretty red.”
“Who’s gonna win?” smiled Spike.
She smiled her crazy smile, “Oh, no, They don’t want me to tell, not a soul.”
“We took you in and you bring a mob, now we’re all gonna die,” sneered Angelus.
The mob started surrounding them. A man walked forward.
“Hello George,” said Spike.
This man had long black hair going down his back in thick waves. He wore the clothes of the time and looked to be rich.
“You owe me William, pay, pay, pay,” said this person Spike call George.
“Bloody Right,” scoffed Spike.
“Fight the people Spiky,” giggled Drusilla.
“Anything for you Luv,” said Spike.
“So be it,” said George, “I hope you do know William, this game of masquerades won’t last forever, when I decide to hurt you, make you pay, it’ll come down upon you in the eternity.”
The man backed out of the crowd and the fight started. Spike killed grabbed one by the neck and snapped it, he flipped another on his left with his arm.
Spike duck the blow from a pitch fork. He kicked that one in the head and threw him. Spike grabbed the pitch fork and spun it then slammed it‘s sharp points through one. Spike spun around and stabbed one in the head.
Spike pulled the pitch fork out of the man’s skull quickly and jabbed it into ones foot. One came up from behind him, he twirled around and kicked the one in the head.
Spike ducked a blow from a torch and stabbed it‘s blower. He kicked that one off his pitch fork and hit another behind him with the holding edge.
One of the men went to stab him in the head but Spike caught the pitch fork. He pulled it from the man’s hands then he grabbed the man and snapped his head off.
“Did what you see happen my girl?” laughed Spike grabbing Drusilla by the waste and dancing around with her.
“Oh yes all of it,” she giggled.
“Just don’t start nothing boy,” said Angelus.
“That was fun, shame you didn’t join in,” laughed Spike putting down Dru.
“Wouldn’t have even if you needed help,” stated Angelus.
Spike walked towards Angel, “You’re a card.”
“Naughty Angelus, doesn’t take pride in pretty Spike, shame on you,” she smacked her own hand.
Romania 1899. Angelus’ gang was known of those days in Romania hardly. Romania was where most vampires were discreet. But they loved the night still, hitting parties of the aristocrats. They existed.
There were bodies amongst the floor of a lovely warm mansion, not many but at least one in every room. Angelus and Spike were looking around for survivors. Spike heard breathing in one of the rooms of the Hall they were in.
“This one,” said Spike.
“You can have the honors,” smiled Angelus.
Spike smiled and went towards the door of a possible closet, or another room. He kicked the door down. He walked in with Angelus behind him, they scanned the room. Spike had the honors of sniffing for the cause of such a lively process.
The breathing belonged to a little girl she shuddered. Her eyes were completely white. This little girl had long black curls of hair going down her back. He dress was made of a white silk and blood stained it as thought someone tried to grab her.
The girl was holding on to the ruffles of her dress. He little hands trembled. Her eyes were white, and she looked to have no inclination what so ever that Spike and Angel were there besides the sounds of their feet.
“You,” she said.
They walked over to the table the girl was hiding under. Angelus flipped the table the little girl jerked with fear, “Found her.”
“Are you alright little girl?” questioned Spike.
The little girl looked at Spike with disgust, “William The Bloody.”
“Where’d you hear that name?” questioned Spike kneeling down in front of her.
“Father told me about you,” she hissed, “Made it quite clear what you are.”
“So you’re his pride and joy aren’t you, daddy‘s blind little apple of his eye?” Spike looked at Angelus, “I want this one for Dru.”
“Just hurry up and kill her, we don’t need hostages,” stated Angelus.
The girl shuddered, “I know your future, you’ll kill slayers in the next century, kill them, drink one, snap the throat another.”
“Wow, my future is up and up,” laughed Spike.
“You will fall to the hands of the third one,” said the girl.
Angelus folded his arms, “I think about it, I’d like to keep her.”
“Fall what do you mean fail?” asked Spike.
“Love, love would hold you from killing her,” ranted the small blind child.
“I like this girl, she’s silly,” said Spike looking at Angelus.
“She’s quite silly,” agreed Angelus.
“Angelus, the pure,” she said as she started curling her fingers in her locks of hair.
Spike burst out laughing, “Pure!?”
“You’ll be given back your souls, I see a boy and girl,” she warned.
“What does that mean?” smiled Spike.
“Warriors, blood, one to Angelus one to William,” she said still ranting, she sat on her knees and grabbed at the ground like she was looking for something.
“Angelus here is gonna become one of those men lovers,” joked Spike.
“NO, Darla will bare a boy. The slayer will bare a girl, blood, blood, blood,” she hissed.
“Never mind, Spike, Let’s not take her, kill her now,” demanded Angelus going towards the girl.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Spike looking at Angelus.
“You’re gonna make me one of you?” she questioned pulling away from the floor.
Spike licked his teeth, “Exactly.”
“She’ll love you back. The girl will help you become sane the slayer‘s child, and the slayer,” stated the girl grabbing Spike’s hand.
“What else?” asked Spike looking at the girl.
“The child will have powers like no other, part slayer part vampire a murderer killer, you will fix her. That thing, old, old, old, will rise, threat. THREATENING!!” she said looking him in the eyes as if she could see, “From them, it’s old, There will be a Harvest.”
Spike replied to her confused pulling his hand away and standing up, “I’m done with you.”
The girl stood up awkwardly, “Send me to my Father.”
“Don’t worry girly I will,” said Spike.
1899 Romania still: The little girl was laying in the floor dead of the Group’s ’burrowed mansion’. Dru was watching her kneeling down next to her. Spike was laying on the couch in the foyer Dru and Spike were in.
“You gave the kitty claws,” said Drusilla sniffing the girl’s white body.
“I did Luv,” replied Spike.
“She knows much, much to come,” said Dru standing up.
“That’s your job we‘ll wait for her to rise,” said Spike.
“I saw the birdies in the space,” said Drusilla walking to one side of the room.
Spike closed his eyes, “Alright Dru.”
“Armstrong, he walks on the moon,” she said walking to his side kneeling down next to him.
“Yes he does my Luv,” said Spike in a sarcastic manner.
Drusilla stood up and twirled slowly, “Pixies and hammers. Bonk. She laughed. Then stopped twirling and walked to Spike again, “Do you love me?”
“Yes, why would you think not,” replied Spike looking at Drusilla.
Drusilla’s eyes became wide, “Pixies and hammers, and shiny people.”
“Don’t fret my Luv I’ll love you forever,” said Spike looking at her still.
She started to write things in mid air, then she stopped, “I fear.”
Spike sat up as she settle her hands on his chest like a cat getting ready to need, “What Dru?”
Drusilla looked around the room like someone would here then she whispered, “I fear my fingers will shake till they fall off.”
“Is that all?” questioned Spike caressing her cheek as she rubbed her hands on his chest slowly.
The girl was awake playing with a doll. The sun hardly shown through the curtains of the foyer with the day that surrounded this part of the country. The girl seemed occupied.
Spike watched her standing before her his arms crossed over his chest. Angel stood next to him doing the same.
“We’ll take her back to the mansion tonight, her father will have arrived there by then,” said Spike.
“What’s the point to this?” questioned Angelus.
“Hurt Mr. Georgy give him a dead daughter to cry about,” said Spike.
“What did he do?” questioned Angelus, “If I should care.”
“Says I owe him I’ll give him his pay tonight that, the dead girl-”
The Girl froze. She stood up.
“What’s she doing?” questioned Angelus.
“Destruction haunts us, she’s going to my father!!!” screamed the girl standing starch still.
“Who?” questioned Spike.
“Disease to the boy, Help father!!! Something bad is gonna happen, cold bad!” she said her voice stumbling on the words.
“She’s worse then that Dru,” said Angelus.
The girl turned around quickly towards Angelus and Spike. The curtains on the windows quickly shot open. Angelus and Spike dodged out of the way of the deadly rays of light and into another side of the room.
The girl smoked as she took off for the window and leapt out over then town she went a light into a great fire. Gone.
1900 China: Spike had already begun the battle between him and the very unlucky Chinese slayer. She kicked Spike back from her and whips her sword at his head. He ducks but not quite quick enough.
The blade splits the skin over his left eyebrow and blood runs down his face. Spike was already having a good ole time. Spike dodges another blow from the Slayer's sword.
“Just like I pictured it. This good for you?” he laughed.
[This fight scene isn’t top notch because I pulled it from script and I do not have the episode it’s in of Buffy season five, ‘Fool for Love.’ The Slayer charged him, sword whickering through the air in a deadly blur. Spike dodges every swing and backhands the girl, breaking her grip on the sword.
The Slayer goes hand-to-hand with Spike, landing several kicks and punches to his head, serving only to further enrage him. He beats her back but begins to lose ground again. The Slayer backs him up against a column and pins him there, her foot to his throat. She raises a stake, ready to strike and kill, when an explosion outside blasts part of the temple wall inward, the blow breaking her hold on Spike.
Spike goes on the offensive, knocking the stake from her hand. As the Slayer bends to retrieve it, Spike seizes her arm and wrenches it up behind her back. He pulls the hapless girl to him and sinks his fangs deep into her neck.
The Slayer gasps in pain as her life drains away. Spike turns the dying girl toward him. She speaks to him in Chinese.
“Tell my mother I'm sorry…” said the girl.
“I'm sorry, love, I don't speak Chinese,” laughed Spike.
She dies and Spike throws her to the ground like so much refuse. Panting heavily, he licks his lips with pleasure.
Spike then speaks to himself, “A Fella could get used to this.”
Now. Emma was running down the side of the Highway. The hot Desert air blew through her hair as she ran. Emma wasn’t even tired. She could handle a take to running.
A car sped up behind her and drove past her, Emma sped up and went faster then the car. Not in a race. Emma wanted nothing of a race. Emma wanted to save her father from a pending future of not being ‘there.’
Emma didn’t want to run anymore, but she had a great force inside her making her run, even if she had to run and eternity. She thought to herself as she ran, ‘I can’t let him stay this way, he can’t, I don’t have anyone else to trust, I don’t have anyone. Why would they do this?’ - ‘I’m going to kill whoever did this.’ Tears ran down Emma’s cheeks, ‘I can’t have him go away. Don’t go away daddy, don’t!!!’
Emma couldn’t describe this sadness she felt, she wouldn’t of been able to tell anyone how she felt ever. The only way she would be able to describe this love her father would be, ‘I ran.’
1930, Paris: Spike was walking the hall of the Mansion, his hair was died black. He was wearing suite pants and a dress shirt. Spike was looking for someone. He smelled someone, he knew this someone. George.
“I see you’ve come as asked,” said the man coming from out of a room closing the door behind him.
Spike turned around the face him again, “What is it you want, me to kill your children again.”
“Pay the price, I’m running out of patience,” said George adjusting his own suite coat.
“Pay a price, I have no money you’ll excepts, you’d actually take money for your dead family,” said Spike.
“That was my dearest daughter I love her out of all my daughters, she was special,” said George.
“Tasted good too,” smiled Spike.
“Dare you, I’ve hunted you since the happening and I will make you pay the price for your doings. I don’t let things escape without check, you know that,” said George, “I want your money, I want your destruction.”
“I’m shaking in my boots,” taunted Spike, Spike thought about it for a moment, “You really don’t know what you want.”
“Shake because that’s what you’ll do,” he replied.
“If I’m not getting anything out of this I’m leaving,” said Spike turning his back on George.
“My daughter said that you would receive a soul someday, she said that you wouldn’t always be strong, not able to bite humans. She had more foresight then your Looned Whore,” said George.
“Dru is not a whore,” snarled Spike.
Spike spun around quickly going to punch George. George ducked the blow.
“By the time you are to pay that my daughter told me of before I found out of her death, I’ll be strong enough to take you down one handed.”
“You like playing games with me, you come around ever so many years, wanting payment, tell me to pay you, you’re the most confused Sod I’ve met in my entire life, money, soul payment. I don’t have a soul,” stated Spike, “I wont get one.”
“The future, you ignore my daughter’s warnings,” said George.
“Souls only happen to the stupid, you come back to tell me you’re game when you figure it out for yourself,” said Spike.
“I’ll admit, I’ll know game, when my daughter tells me,” said George.
“Well, hate to hurt your feelings and bust you’re bubbles but you’re daughter is pushing daisies up and will be for quite some time,” Spike smiled, “Did you get your hopes up that would change.”
Spike turned and left.
New York 1976: Spike was on the Subway train. With his second slayer. The battle commenced. Everyone in it had cleared out except for the slayer A young black woman in dark leather jacket.
“Slayer,” said Spike.
He punched her across the face and the she landed hard on the floor of the train and rolled to her feet. She got back up and he threw another punch at her, happily. She blocked it and punched him, then he punched her back.
She grabbed him and put his head through the car window and Spike let out a yell of delight. He attacked again.
Spike had come back in the window. He walked towards her as she was rather cautious, he broke one of the hand poles and wielded it as a weapon. Spike spun it around like the playful Bad boy he was.
Spike then hit her up side the head with the rail. She hit the ground and he started hitting her with it till he went for another blow and she grabbed the rail hitting him in the face with it. He fell to the floor.
The slayer had gotten on top of him and punched him, She started pounding him in the face rapidly, punch after punch. The lights of the subway went out then when they came back on Spike is sitting on top of her choking her, she struggled to get him off.
Spike then grabbed her by the head and twisted is violently killing her. He took her coat off her dead body and slipped it on. He smiled on his face. The kill was easy for him.
“The Time is coming,” sighed George.
“I knew I smelled you,” stated Spike.
“I knew you’d be here,” said George, he clapped, “Bravo.”
“What more then one daughter who can tell you stories?” said Spike looking at George now.
“Yes, it travels to the females once one is dead another gets it,” George looked down at the dead slayer’s body, “You couldn’t take that slayer quicker?”
“Yeah, I wanted to see more of what she could do but that was a rather clean kill,” explained Spike, “Why do you bother me so?”
“You’ll learn the consequences of your actions soon enough, of course, I don’t want you to forget, always good to have a reminder of you’re failures, always good for you to understand that great things happen in this world.”
“You just keep coming up about every 30yrs. I can wait for you’re little payback,” laughed Spike.
“It comes,” said George.
Spike went up to him, “So far you haven’t proven to me that you’ve got any balls for vengeance, just and ever lasting bloody nagging appearances.”
“I annoy you?”
“Is that the pay back you wished?” questioned Spike, “Cause, I’m paying, real hard.”
“The day I give you you’re payback, the day you give me everything that I want from you, you will come to me,” said George, “I will send for you, and don’t try to hide I know what you do.”
“Well,” stated Spike, “Aren’t you a little too old and manly to be a stocker.”
Spike’s trip. Spike’s trip, he’d been sent for by George, just as the man himself had said. Spike was called to the ‘brightest’ City in the country. Las Vegas, women, money, hot weather. Spike didn’t go there for any of those things.
Spike had found his destination, a nice demon casino. Spike was walking around the casino. A demon came up to him. No doubt this demon was like a guard to George. George was so freaking old that this was possible.
“I’m looking for George,” said Spike.
The demon shook his head. Spike was then to follow this guard that had come especially for him. How sweet.
Spike followed the demon into a room. This room was at the end of a hall of red carpet and red plastered walls. Old paintings hung on the walls of the buildings of Las Vegas. Spike didn’t care for the art, just that he could get this over with and get home to Emma.
It was dark, then the lights flipped on. Spike looked around the large throne like room quickly. George was sitting in a chair. He was old and had breathing trouble now. The demented man that had lived over a hundred years, the effects of age were finally hitting him. He was hooked up to I. V. s giving him blood, probably could pump his own by now.
“Long time no see George,” said Spike.
“How much you’ve aged,” cackled George.
“What is this pay you want from me then?” questioned Spike.
“You killed all my children, you owe me so much more,” said George.
“Not all of them,” said Spike, “And plus, I’ve changed.”
“No but your child will. Little Molly only 7 told me trembling that Destruction would kill her. You know destruction was what the name of your child was in Quortoth. But I will not kill her but you. Even though your child should be killed as well. An abomination, for told to you such a time ago, but you wouldn’t listen would you, so I’ll kill you know.”
“Kill me?” questioned Spike.
“Fears, everything that you hate will be in your mind,” stated George.
“I’m different now-” started Spike, “I’ve got more to live for now.”
“A soul, little Emma, you’re a world saver, but William, I do not favor the strong willed, or the so called pure. My children saw their deaths, before you made them reality, I have suffered greatly,” said George, “My wife, raped, killed by you, my first 3 daughters, the same, each one of youth, just older then 16, shame.”
“That’s was different, I was a demon,” said Spike.
“Still am,” said George.
“I know, and I’ve paid already, things work towards where you don’t understand,” said Spike.
“You didn’t care for my children,” said George, he coughed, “So I wont care for yours.”
“Stop,” said Spike, “I’ve truly changed, I can walk now but I’m seeing if you really have a heart-”
“Come in Molly,” commanded George.
Molly came forward, she was like his last daughter. She was sweet looking, she had the white eyes. The black long curly locks of hair. The only difference between her and the previous girl was her modern wardrobe.
“The one born of the prophecy will spread it’s disease to the second,” said the Girl looked at Spike in a deadly glare when she had no expression on her face, just a blankness, “Harvest will come.”
“I don’t know what that means, I don’t want to hurt your family anymore,” said Spike, “I don’t know what you’ll do, but, I want you to understand this.”
“Things born of Evil do Evil. She’s is evil, you’re evil, she will pay for her future sins through this one,” said George.
“Emma’s not evil,” said Spike.
“The one you call Emma is more, given for a reason,” said the girl still walking towards Spike.
“How do I pay this dept I don’t have anything really,” pleaded Spike, “I’m so sorry.”
“Spike each one of my children have a gift, here is Molly’s,” sighed George.
“Let your soul take act,” sighed Molly.
Her eyes shimmered red.
“Bloody Hell,” gasped Spike.
2003: When Spike received his soul. Spike was lying on his back on the ground, motionless. A shadow moved across Spike's face. Spike looked beaten up pretty bad. He’d endured the trails and was in a form of a moment’s rest.
“ You have endured the required trials,” said the demon, the green eyes it bore so visible in the dark.
“Bloody right I have,” replied Spike.
Slowly, painfully, Spike rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees. His face was swollen and bruised, more bruising and injuries on his chest and arms.
“So you'll give me what I want. Make me what I was. So Buffy can get what she deserves,” said Spike.
“Very well,” said The demon. Spike watched the demon nervously, “We will return…” The demon put his hand out towards Spike, “Your soul.”
The hand touched his chest and there was a light on the demon’s hand that glowed fiery yellow-orange. Spike's eyes glowed the same color immediately. Spike threw back his head and yelled in pain.
Spike fell to the floor of the casino. Molly ran for her father.
“Don’t worry,” smiled George, Spike grabbed his ears. Voices surged through Spike’s mind like a knife in the ear. Into the brain a constant nagging. “You have now an eternity to pay. Ever since you killed my first born, my second. You will no longer touch my children, never, you’re filthy hands lay waist.
. Robin was sitting with Dawn in Angel’s office. They didn’t know what to do with Spike. Angel looked unease. Dawn’s face was wet.
“Emma has been gone since yesterday,” said Angel watching Spike through the door way.
Spike was in the corner his hands on his head. He whispered to himself the entire time.
“What’s she gonna do?” asked Wood.
“Hunt down the man who did this to Spike and kill him,” said Angel, “No doubt.”
“I can’t believe, Emma, she’s a murderer that way. My niece that little baby,” said Dawn, her hands on her face.
“Spike’s daughter is Buffy’s daughter, I didn’t know,” said Wood.
“Buffy needs to know that Emma is still alive,” said Dawn.
“That can’t happen,” demanded Angel.
“You haven’t told us why,” said Dawn, “Why?”
“She’s strong,” said Wood rubbing his throat from where Emma had previously grabbed him.
“Emma isn’t something Buffy should ever know is here or something bad will happen,” said Angel, “There’s too many risks.”
“What, I want to know why I can’t tell my sister about her child, I want to know.”
Emma was running through the streets of Las Vegas the night had settled in. She had been running 2 days. She ran to the smell without stopping. She didn’t look a bit like she had been running for that long.
Emma’s fear was in tons on her. She didn’t want to loose Spike. Wouldn’t let it.
She ran through the crowd of demons following the scent, the scent of the George. She ran to the outside of the room George was in previously. Emma took off at such a fast run down the long red hall.
The guards blocked the door and she jumped up quickly and twirled around knocking them down fatally. She ran into the room. George was sitting in his wheel chair. She was breathing quickly.
She recognized the man quickly. The door stood on the ground in pieces from her kicking it in. She looked him dead in the eyes, “Felix Morganis.”
“Emma, long time no see,” said George, that George was never that idiot’s true name.
“Fix my father,” demanded Emma.
“No,” stated Felix.
Emma roared at him, walking towards him, “FIX HIM!!”
“That just can’t happen,” coughed Felix happily.
“FIX IT!!” she demanded her eyes going yellow and her teeth immediately changing.
“No, you don’t understand, he never believed his future, he owed me, killed all my family,” hissed Felix.
“You clone people!!” yelled Emma.
“You’d be a good clone,” smiled Felix.
“I’m not gonna do that, I’m gonna save my father and that’s how it works!” she sneered her voice sounding like an eco with her anger thunder through her. Making her here her heart pound in her head.
“He killed all of my family, all of them,” stated Felix.
“He’s not evil anymore, and I wont let you take him away from me,” scoffed Emma.
“So, he should pay deeply!” roared Felix.
“NO!!!” Without being seen she threw him against the wall the wheel chair crashing to the floor in pieces, “You don’t get it from a daughters perspective, I want my father back.”
“You can kill me, but what’ll my poor little Molly think?” smiled Felix, “Daughter’s perspective.”
“I don’t care,” said Emma.
“Then why should I?” said Felix, “I’ve paid deeper then you’ll ever be able to imagine.”
“Because you could say I’m the queen of torture and torture is not a friend,” sneered Emma squeezing his throat.
“I can tell you but you’ll never be able to fix the problem,” choked Felix.
“TELL ME!!” demanded Emma.
Emma put him down.
He laughed, “There’s an amulet, I don’t know where Molly put it but if the amulet is broken by the victim Everything will be fixed.”
“Because of you I was tortured and you hurt my father you hurt me!“ She used the palm of her hand and slammed it into his head killing him.
Emma then slammed her hand through his chest and pulled out an amulet.
“Why did you kill my daddy?” said that sweet tender little being.
Emma turned to the little girl, “Because he hurt mines.”
“I’ll hurt you,” said Molly, the little eyes flashed red, the again, the girl began to panic.
Emma grabbed Molly by the throat, “Jokes on you, I only have half a soul and you’re not real.”
Molly turned into a pile of Dust.
Emma ran into the Hotel, time had passed. But Emma had ran too. She didn’t stop running till she was right next to her father who still sat in that corner. The amulet in her hand. Emma breathed hard.
Her muscles were hardly tired, she was sleepy and hungry, thirsty too. But she didn’t care, her crazed father before her made her forget.
“Here, dad brake this,” said Emma.
“Huh?” said Spike looking at her removing his hands from his face.
“This’ll fix it,” said Emma, “Make the voices go.”
“The birds?” said Spike.
“Brake it please,” pleaded Emma, she sobbed, everyone watching her, Dawn, Wood, Conner, Angel, Gunn, Wesley hadn’t returned yet, “Please, I want my dad back.”
Emma put it in Spike’s hand. He blink and stared at it. Emma looked at him as he stared straight.
“Daddy brake it,” she said.
Spike looked at her busted it. The air waved. Spike’s head flew back and he took in a deep breath of air as a quick draft blew through the lobby. Spike dropped the dust of the amulet.
“Emma,” said Spike.
“Are you back?” questioned Emma.
Spike put his arms around Emma quickly and held her tightly. He kissed her head and didn’t let go.
“That’s sweet,” said Dawn wiping her face.
“Well things are fixed,” said Gunn.
“I wanna go home, I’m sleepy, Been running for 3 and a half days,” said Emma, “Kind of hungry too.”
“We’ll go home,” Spike smiled, Spike let go of Emma, he looked at Angel, “Didn’t try and save me did you?”
“No, we thought Emma would do it,” said Angel.
“I wanna go home now,” said Emma sweetly.
“What did that to him?” questioned Wood.
“Felix, he’s a time shifter, helped Reese out in Quortoth Major Warlock,” stated Emma.
“Well everything is back to normal now,” smiled Angel, “Good,” he folded his arms.
Emma and Spike stood up, “Spike?” Emma turned around to see Buffy and some of Buffy’s friends standing at the door way of the Hyperion Hotel.
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