Chp; 13 Kinda Makes You Crazy
Emma turned around quickly at the door slamming it behind her. She went out in the hall where she sat up against the wall, she was looking straight ahead she looked terrified. Spike came out and ran up to her. He was still shirtless he knelt down in front of her, “Emma, Emma I’m so sorry.”
Emma looked him in the eyes in away he never thought his girl could look at him, her eyes so harsh that fear leapt up into his throat, “Get away from me!” demanded Emma.
She pushed him away into the wall opposite her. He made a dent in the plaster. Her eyes were yellow and she had fangs.
Emma jumped over the stairwell of the second floor landed on the purple seat thing in the middle of the Lobby. She landed there crouched down on all fours. The slayers looked at her quickly.
One of the Two slayers in there spoke, “What the hell,” she’d caught a look of Emma’s eyes.
“Problem,” sneered Emma.
From Angel’s office Willow, Dawn, and Xander has heard a scream. Faith, Angel, Gunn, Spike, Conner and Buffy ran out into the Lobby. Willow, Dawn and Xander ran out.
“Oh God,” said Dawn putting her hands over her mouth.
Emma backed up into the bar, she stared straight forward. Almost like she was in a straight of shock. She lift her hand up to her mouth innocently looking at what had been. One slayer’s head had been severed and was rolling across the floor blood, around. The other one’s face had stayed in complete fear past it’s death, a puddle of blood.
Not a spot of blood was on her. Her eyes still in their yellow condition.
“WHAT’D YOU DO!!??” demanded Angel.
Spike went towards her, Emma backed up, “A good thing,” she hissed.
“Emma?” questioned Buffy.
“Don’t you talk, you’re not supposed to talk, quiet, quiet,” hissed Emma.
“Their bodies?” said Dawn in a confused fashion.
“Emma, I don’t blame you, this isn’t you, or your mum’s fault. It’s alright, you don’t have to hurt anyone,” comforted Spike.
“NO!” she grabbed her ears, “No, no, no, no, no.”
“I’m sorry,” said Spike.
Emma looked down pulling her hands from her ears, “Reese was right.”
“NO HE’S NOT!!” yelled Spike going towards her.
“I need to thin the pack. He said I need to thin the pack, make them pay for my pain. I will.”
“NO!” demanded Spike.
“What’s going on Spike?!” demanded Buffy.
“I’ll make it go away, by making you go away,” stated Emma.
“No, Emma, you don’t have to,” said Spike “Forget what you saw.”
Emma’s eyes darted around the room. Emma leaped up onto the bar and in crouched position she jumped over the people that were blocking her way and ran out the Entrance door.
“Call in all the slayers!” demanded Spike.
Buffy went up to Spike and out of nowhere slapped him, “Spike, what the hell is going on?!!”
Spike held his mouth everyone watching, he looked at Buffy, “I think we triggered something.”
“Faith,” said Angel, “Gunn, Conner, we need to call all of those slayers in.”
“What do you mean you’ve triggered something?” questioned Buffy, “These bodies,” she started to let a hysterical sense about her soak in, “My daughter just murdered two people.”
“It’s happened before,” said Spike.
Dawn stepped forward, “I hate to say it, you’ve to know, Emma, she’s killed thousands of people Buffy.”
“Why?” demanded Buffy.
“She was raised in Quortoth and-”
“Emma thinks that it’s your fault,” spoke out Conner, “I hate to say it too, none of my business and stuff, but Emma has been brain washed for the 16yrs. Of her life that you put her in that hell hole.”
Buffy looked down, her eyes were wet, “I didn’t.”
“We know that Buffy,” said Spike, “Emma probably even knows this, but I don’t know what came over her.”
“Who?” asked Buffy, “Who brain washed her?”
“Timothy Reese,” said Dawn.
“He’s some kind of ex-watcher,” said Spike, “We need to really stop Emma.”
“Wow,” said Xander.
“Emma will want to kill Buffy,” said Angel, “And slayers, we need to figure out a plan, I have something that’ll knock her out-”
“I don’t want to put my daughter on drugs,” said Buffy, “Whatever it is-”
“Buffy,” said Angel, “Emma will most definitely not come to us willingly, or if she does it’ll be because of a plan up her sleeve.”
“Try to get in and harm you,” sighed Spike.
Buffy rubbed her face, “I don’t understand, I wanted-”
“You wanted the right thing, but we need to fix this, alright lets get the others here, make sure they’re not in major danger,” said Spike.
Quortoth: Emma was of the age of 14. Emma rode a black horse through one of the major deserts of Quortoth. Her hair had been down to the top of her shoulders at that time and she looked the way she did now in the face. Same height. Everything about her the same. Just her hair was different.
Emma rode the horse up to the front of the cave her and Reese had stayed in pretty much her whole life. Reese stood out front washing his face next to his horse.
Emma road up to him, “Found something you’ll want to see.”
“Really?” asked Reese.
“Get one your horse,” said Emma.
Reese did so throwing down his cloth that he’d been washing his face down with. Reese rode off with her on horseback.
They came to the edge of a forest. Just enough room to ride a horse in. The trees towered over the floor of the wood. Light showed through to the floor of the forest. The forest wasn’t a particularly pretty place.
Emma got off her horse as Reese did, “So what did you find?” asked Reese.
“New humans,” sighed Emma looking straight forward, “Just came in, nice little storm.”
“Really, smelled a slayer,” smiled Reese.
“Of course,” said Emma.
“You didn’t need me for this job,” said Reese.
Emma just looked straight forward, “I wanted you to see.”
“I’m proud,” said Reese.
Emma lead him deep into the forest, “We’re getting closer.”
“Good my child, good,” said Reese.
Emma looked at Reese, “You are proud?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” asked Reese.
“You’re always so, put forth,” said Emma.
Reese smiled, “Well, lately you’ve been a very good girl.”
“Don’t speak to me like I’m some kind of child,” said Emma.
“I’ll speak as I please,” said Reese.
“Why did you take me here?” asked Emma.
Reese looked at her, “You know the story,” he looked back forward, “Buffy got angry, I ripped you from her arms and she had her witch, who was against it, banish us into here.”
“Then why do you hurt me, if that was so innocent?” asked Emma her voice becoming some what aggressive.
“Because,” said Reese, “It’s what’s needed.”
“Okay,” sighed Emma.
They walked for a long moment, Emma started to sing under her breath a little song, “Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid sing in the valley below. ‘Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?’”
[Song that was Spike’s trigger.]
“Are we there yet?” asked Reese.
“Yes,” said Emma stopping, whispering, “Just through those bushes,” she pointed in front of her.
“I’ll let you have to honors,” said Reese.
“No,” said Emma looking at him, “I want you to glimpse upon them before I mess up their faces.”
Reese smiled, “That’s my girl.”
Reese stepped forward and went towards the bushes letting Emma hold the horses’ rings[?]. Emma pat the horses noses softly and then stepped forward. Emma put her hand on a tree.
Reese bent forward and pushed back the bushes to see nothing but a small stream, well, it was just knee deep, clear water to it too. “They’re not here,” said Reese.
He bent up and turned to Emma who quickly smacked Reese across the face with a large tree limb. Reese was knocked against the side of the tree on his right next to the bushes. Blood dripped down his face. Emma slammed her fist in his face and he was flipped into the stream.
He landed face first quickly getting himself up out of the water. Emma smacked the back of her hand across his face and he went down in the water. Sat back up quickly.
“EMMA!!” he roared as he went to hit her.
She ducked Emma punched him, again, then again. She slammed him down into the water.
The rocks digging into his skin. Emma knelt over him and slammed his head into the River. She then began to try and drown him.
“NO MORE!!” she yelled, “NO MORE, I WON’T, I WON’T, AND” she shook him, “I’M NOT YOUR GIRL!!” she punched him digging her hands into his throat as her eyes were already yellow, “NO MORE!!”
Tear flowed down from her eyes. Emma feared that this would work. That He wouldn’t die, leave her be. That he wouldn’t go. She wanted to throw up right there.
Reese stopped struggling from her and made no movement. He was dead. She’d drowned him. Emma got from him, her entire body soaked in water. She went to the shore quickly and a feeling like she would heave up her insides arose. And she let it out.
After a moment Emma had stopped coughing. She looked up quickly.
“Bad Girl, bad Girl,” said Reese.
He waved her hand she hit a tree. She didn’t try killing him ever again.
The group had all gotten together in the Lobby. Willow came out of Angel’s office. Everyone was quiet. Everything was quiet. Quiet.
“I’ve got the spell up,” said Willow.
“So it’ll keep her out,” said Spike.
“Guarantee it,” said Willow, “One thing I’m best at is force fields, well actually I’m good at a lot of things.”
“Emma has to stop killing,” said Buffy.
“I can’t Find Mara and Susan,” said Faith looking over the crowd.
“That’s not good, that’s not good,” said Xander.
“We get the bloody idea,” said Spike.
“Have any of you seen Mara or Susan?” asked Faith, she looked at the many slayers, more then 10.
Nobody answered.
“Two down,” said Kennedy.
Buffy looked like stress was her next door neighbor or a visitor that wouldn’t go away. She wiped her face. She wasn’t crying, unless sweat fell under that category. Buffy was sad, she wanted to cry. But she wanted to know sow much.
Mara and Susan came in through the Entrance, Buffy looked at them quickly, “Where have you been?”
“Went out and got some breakfast,” said Mara, it was daytime and all now.
“Wait, Amelia just went to bathroom and she hasn’t been back,” said Kennedy stepping forward.
Amelia had to of been a lovely girl. Skinny thing. 5’4”, blonde hair, a nice tan, hardly one really. Loved pink, cause she was the next girl to come in. Slide in.
Amelia had been slid in from the hall where the basement was. She had been beaten badly. Her body mangled. No blood left in her, on her clothes only.
One of the girls screamed Spike looked towards the hall, “Emma’s here.”
Dawn spoke, “Just to give you a quick history from what I’ve been reading, Emma, she’s part vampire, gets stronger and faster when she’s angry, more,” Dawn took a breath, “She’s killed some 80 some slayers in her life, first one when she was 11, and most of these slayers she’s gotten have been in packs. She smarter then the average human and no doubt knows your weaknesses.”
“We should fight her,” said Kennedy.
“Don’t, if it comes to your protection fight your all. Don’t go looking for her of all things,” said Spike.
“God,” said Buffy sitting down.
“You know how many there are of us we can take her, she could of never taken a pack this big,” said Kennedy.
“No you can’t you end up like her,” said Spike pointing at the body as Conner and Gunn went towards it, “maybe worse don’t… go … looking… for.. Her.”
“We can take her,” whined Kennedy.
“No you might at least knock her down but she’ll make you pay,” said Spike.
“Don’t fuss Kennedy,” said Willow rubbing Kennedy’s shoulder.
Kennedy folded her arms, “Fine if you don’t think we can’t beat her.”
Buffy and Spike were patrolling the upstairs checking the rooms not but a little while later.
“Will she really kill more?” asked Buffy.
“Most of you guys, she’ll be willingly maybe she’ll get better,” answered Spike.
“How do we stop her?” asked Buffy.
Spike looked at her, “I don’t see how you’re doing it?”
“Doing what?” asked Buffy.
“Doing all this, I thought you’d be tears,” said Spike.
“If only it was that simple,” said Buffy.
“Be happy it isn’t that simple then we’d have to kill her, and I love that girl too much, I couldn’t do it,” said Spike.
“I’m so happy to know she’s a live, but that doesn’t out way the facts,” said Buffy.
Spike looked at his sword he wielded in one hand, “This is pointless,” he sighed.
“Pointless?” questioned Buffy.
“Yes,” said Spike, “Pointless, she’d be able to use our weapons against us.”
“Have you told us everything?” asked Buffy.
“We’re the most vulnerable at night,” said Spike.
Buffy leaned against the wall, she started to cry, “I can’t stop her.”
“Don’t worry something will fix it, one of those gut feelings you get,” said Spike, he didn’t naturally know what to do to comfort her.
“I think I should give to her,” said Buffy, “I should, really.”
“And let her kill you, kill, I wouldn’t. Revenge doesn’t solve anything,” said Spike putting his hand on her shoulder, “Like feeding the flames, and do you really want to have more on her soul, more of this?”
“I thought when she grew up she’d be honor role or something. My little girl, maybe she’d go to a private school… I couldn’t wait till she would learn to walk. Or her first word, but I didn’t get to see her live through all those things, and now I see her doing all these things,” sniffed Buffy.
“What would you have done if you’d never found her?” questioned Spike, “Never come here?”
“I don’t know,” sobbed Buffy wiping her face.
“Emma can be good, she’s not evil,” said Spike.
“What if I can’t stop her,” said Buffy.
“Buffy,” he said, “We’re all here, we won’t kill Emma, we’ll get to stop.”
Buffy leaned into his chest, she cried, “My baby is gone. She’s a murderer. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell you all these things cause, I didn’t want to make you sad, I didn’t want you to come here looking for her and let things get messed up,” said Spike.
There was a scream that ran through all the halls. Spike and Buffy ran towards the sound.
Angel and Conner were there already, they busted the door down. Spike and Buffy entered with them. Emma stood like she’d been waiting for them the whole time, her head cocked to the side. Her face was clammy, she didn’t look well, not even sane.
“Hi,” she smiled.
“Emma this isn’t funny,” said Spike.
Emma spoke quickly, “But it’s entirely funny, funny the keyword. Times going now I need to go get that,” Emma through her arms forward looking at them, “See when there’s a slayer born there’s another child on Santa’s list and Santa has to,” she was speaking sickly, her mind throwing words, combing sentences that seemed plain and simple to her, “Tear the lucky girls arms off. Make her plead for mercy because it hurts so much the torture and fear of everything they to tear their own heart out.”
“Emma you can stop,” said Angel.
“BUT I CAN’T NOT TILL JUSTICE IS SERVED!!” Emma let out a small breath of relief no long looking at her hands, she’d put them down to her sides, “When mother is gone I’ll be free, then we all will be okay, everyone will eat strawberries and hit their children for not.”
“I want you to be okay Emma, I love you so much, I don’t want to see you this way. I love you,” pleaded Buffy.
“Don’t speak, you’re like a dog, with floppy ears,” Emma blinked quickly, “I have to go.”
The group kept looking at the mutilated bodies after Emma had stepped out the window backwards. The bodies on the bed, the 3. Arms hugging each other. Blood all over the bed of that vacant room.
London: Before Emma was born. Buffy was walking through a cave with her mom Joyce. Some kind of figment. A soul to visit.
“This is a brand new thing Buffy,” said Joyce sweetly holding her daughter’s hand.
“You haven’t told me why I’ve been sick,” said Buffy.
“You’re going to have a baby,” replied Joyce.
Buffy looked at her quickly, “What?”
“A girl, she’ s going to be beautiful,” said Joyce.
“How, I haven’t been with anyone since-” stared Buffy.
“It’s Spike’s, William’s, the powers higher then us all sent me down to tell you that this child inside you right now is his, that you were expecting,” said Joyce.
“How, Why?” asked Buffy, surprise all over her face in so many ways.
“She’s special, a gift to Spike, of course she has a big future before her, just like her mother did,” said Joyce caressing Buffy’s cheek.
“She, I can’t believe this,” said Buffy, “You being here in front of me.”
“Her father’s soul makes her there, he saved so many lives giving himself up at the Hell mouth and for it they reward him with a daughter,” said Joyce.
Emma watched the Hyperion like a Hawk from a top the building across the street. Even on top of the Hyperion itself. She would come in, come out. Emma watched.
“Scared are they, they’ll regret it everything, my on going diplomatic stances will make her death ever so tasteful and pleasing,” she flinched, she still looked quite sick and crazy, talking to herself, “I could, then it’d be wrong. Improvements serve a purpose might I add.
Sun went down for a little nap. Spike stood a lone in the garden listening to the ‘everything’ around him. Conner came out of the building.
“I don’t understand why,” said Spike.
Conner looked at him, “ Emma.”
“I don’t understand why would she just brake?” questioned Spike.
“What when she broke?” asked Conner stepping in front of Spike.
Spike didn’t answer for a moment, “I and Buffy were having , adult time.”
Conner folded his arms, “That’s why.”
“What do you mean, Emma understands that I’m an adult and-”
“You’re making love to the enemy,” said Conner.
“What?” said Spike.
“Isn’t it clear, I saw her with you, Emma trusted you and would of done anything for you, but then you betrayed her,” answered Conner.
Spike looked down, “That wasn’t what I was doing?”
“You don’t understand,” Conner kept talking, “You trust someone, because they saved you , took to being nice to you,” said Conner, “You were raised to kill this one person, finally stopped then the person you loved and trusted ended up having sex or expressing feelings for them, betrayal,” scoffed Conner pacing now.
“Where you getting this?” asked Spike.
“I just know,” said Conner looking at Spike.
“I didn’t want this,” said Spike, “I’m a grown man, and this, this.”
Conner walked off, “That’s what you get.”
Spike watched him walked off.
Later. Night easing on in. Kennedy, Dawn and The slayers, all but Faith where in the Lobby. The others were off talking. Somewhere secluded. The group’s vulnerability started to really show up now.
Emma leaped through the doors of the Hyperion and flipped forward a couple of time doing a back flip and landing in front of the group of slayers. She jumped up and kicked two of them in the heads killing them.
She landed with her back turned and quickly slammed her right elbow in one’s face. Emma ducked a blow and went up on one hand leaping into the air landed on the bar. She grabbed one quickly and snapped her throat with both hands as she stood up.
They backed away from her. Emma jumped forward going on her hands and quickly smashing her feet into one’s face. She flipped back onto her feet as Dawn hid on the other side of the counter.
Emma threw her fists out punching two in the head at the same time killing them too. Emma caught one’s punch snapped her arm behind her and then flipped forward flipping the slayer. She ducked another punch then another one she used her own fist against and the girl’s arm just shattered right there. Blood coming out all kinds.
“Feel the pain,” Emma sneered.
She jumped up and flipped landing on a slayer killing her. Emma grabbed a stake from her boot and threw at one, she ran forward grabbed it from the dead slayer before the dead slayer hit the ground and slammed it into one behind her then she turned to Kennedy.
Emma threw it into Kennedy’s foot, “You’re coming with me,” Emma grabbed her Kennedy by the hair.
Faith, Spike, Buffy, Angel, Robin, Gunn, Conner, Willow and Xander came into the Lobby.
“She took Kennedy,” said Dawn pointing towards the door, The Entrance demolished of course.
“What?” questioned Willow.
“Grabbed her, killed the rest of them, she was quick I couldn’t believe it,” said Dawn.
“What would she be doing if she’s taking them?” asked Robin.
“Probably trying to get us to look for her,” stated Spike.
“Taking them?” asked Dawn.
“She took the rest,” said Angel.
“We go and I and Faith get what she thinks we owe her with,” said Buffy.
“That’s probably it, wants us to find her,” said Xander.
“I’m sorry Buffy but if she, if she hurts Kennedy I don’t know what I’ll do,” said Willow.
“Do what you have to, we can’t let her destroy innocent lives,” said Buffy.
Spike was outraged, “No she’s not, she’s nuts not evil, Emma may want to kill somebody but she wouldn’t unless there was reason.”
“I don’t care I need to get Kennedy back that’s how it is,” said Willow.
“Okay. We don’t have anymore slayers her but Faith and I figure out something to track her,” commanded Buffy.
“We’ll come,” said Angel.
“No,” said Buffy, “I wont let you, You, Gunn, and Conner, stay here, it’s the least you can do for me, I would have Spike stay but… I don’t think I can’t stop him.”
“Where would Emma go?” asked Buffy.
“I can use a tracking spell,” said Willow.
“Then lets get the magic out, we have no idea what could happen,” said Xander.
“Is this going to work?” asked Robin, [I keep calling him different things. Dag Nabit.]
“Best thing we’ve got,” said Faith.
“We should help Buffy,” said Angel.
“No Angel, don’t, we’ll do this, we’ll use magic, we’ll use strength, I’ll pursued her, or-” sighed Buffy, her heart filling with sadness at the thoughts going through her mind.
“There’s no ‘or’ About it,” said Spike, “We’re going to bring her here, a live, and all better, lets get the done with.”
They looked. Willow had them follow a nice little green orb that glowed in the night, not too bright. Spike, Buffy, Faith, Robin, Xander, Willow, and even Dawn followed the orb into the darkness.
They ended up by the ocean, near the docks. Storage where houses all over.
“I have to come Buffy,” said Dawn.
“I don’t want you dead,” said Buffy walked in front behind Willow.
“I feel I have to be there, and I’m not a slayer so,” said Dawn.
“She’ll take casualties,” stated Spike, the looked to the buildings, Spike kind of changed the subject, “She’s probably holding them in one of the those storage rooms over there.”
The green light went out, “She’s in this area.”
“Let’s look around,” suggested Buffy.
They looked together till they found the building. They stayed quiet and looked at the building for a long moment. The door had been bent up and there was blood under it like something had been forced through it.
“It’s not Kennedy’s,” whispered Spike.
They went under the open way into the building. It was two floors, sort of, a stair well at the bottom of the floor they were on Of course was leading to a lower one. They went forward being cautious.
The Group started going down the stairs. From up in the rafters there was 8 shapes hanging down on chains. The darkness didn’t reveal what they were hanging above.
Buffy and them slowly walked down the stairs. Emma was up in the rafters though. She cut a rope and the stairs just collapsed and they went tumbling down. They hit the dirty floor.
Dried blood on it. Dirt. Dirt. More dirt.
The started getting up, “Are you guys okay?” asked Dawn.
“Could be better,” coughed Xander standing up
They got up and grabbed their weapons that they‘d brought with them. Buffy stepped forward. Something happened a music came on. Spike stepped on something that triggered a net to fly up from the dirt and it caught him.
Then Dawn fell back when she was grabbed up by a rope that latched onto the wall. Faith and Robin had to same done to them as Xander and Willow. Everyone was restrained against the wall.
They could speak over the heavy metal music sounding, The Band; Disturbed, “Are you guys okay?” asked Buffy.
“Yes,” said Dawn struggling at her nets.
“Come out Emma give back Kennedy!” demanded Emma.
Emma walked the rafters for a moment then leaped off. She landed on her feet and walked over to Buffy.“ Hi Mummy,” Emma punched her in the face quickly scratching her forehead then she Grabbed her and threw her against the wall next to Spike. Emma walked over quickly latching a set of shackles on Buffy, Buffy now would be stuck to the wall, “ Don’t want to kill you yet.” Emma walked away from her, and then turned back to look at them. She kept the sound of the music in her head, she moved her head back and forth with the song, Emma stopped and looked at them abruptly, “You ever had the feeling that your body was gonna eat itself away if you don’t do something. I get those feelings, except it’s so stronger.”
“You’re a sick person,” said Dawn.
“I’ll tell you what’s sick, the fact you have that hurt inside you that forces you just to go a little farther, take another step make it stop, a piercing pain that makes you vulnerable. I’m not vulnerable but I have all of the above and if I don’t do this that feeling isn’t gonna end,” She walked towards them, “Ever wanted to scream but your mouth is sown together and the pain makes you think if it gets any worse you’ll die, but you don’t that’s what makes people crazy.”
Her hands trembled as she stood, her clamminess still about her.
“Emma don’t kill anymore, please,” pleaded Emma.
“BUT I HAVE TO OR THAT FEELING WON’T GO AWAY!!” outburst Emma.
“I love you Emma,” said Buffy.
“No you don’t, you don’t, you don’t understand, it’s right,” Emma held her head, she winced and let out a gasp, “Kinda like putting a hammer through your own head.”
“Where’s Kennedy?!” demanded Willow.
“Call me sick,” laughed Emma, “ You love that girl in disturbing ways, you’re sick, sicker then my mind,” she stepped back then grabbed a rope from against the wall, “You want her, I want to hear you cry, do it come on.”
Emma picked up a sword next to her and pulled the rope. It triggered the figures hanging from the ceiling. They dropped slowly. When the figures came a couple of feet above the ground they stopped. Emma started humming to the song playing as she walked by each figure.
“We’ll see what under the covers of #1.”
She pulled the blanket off the figure, it was one of the slayers. Glass in her and nails through her feet, hands. Her body was bent weird. Skin blue. This nameless slayer was sickening. Her blood not even dripping from her.
Emma pulled off every blanket from a slayer. The last one was Kennedy. Dangling there. Dead.
Willow let out a cry, “Kenney!!”
“Wait, don’t cry,” Emma smiled, “She was right with god, well she screamed his name a lot.”
Tear flowed down Willow’s face, “Look what you’ve done.”
“I’m shaking in my boots,” Emma started ranting loudly, “Is it that bad doctor, I thought the poor girl would be able to dance again!!” Emma cocked her head, “Guess not.” She wiped her face whispering to herself.
“I can’t believe you’d do such,” said Buffy disgusted.
“I might have to throw up,” said Xander.
Emma looked at the blue skinned dead bodies and chopped the first one’s head off. Rats fell from the head, same with the second, then the next, rats would come out of each head, “Give me a little clap or something it was hard to get them in there,” she quickly sliced off the one before Kennedy and a Chautauqua came out of her head, “That looked a little like a rat.”
“Not Kennedy!!” pleaded Willow Xander did what he could to hold her.
Emma cut off Kennedy’s head and rats dropped out. The rats crawled away.
“My professional opinion, she’s dead,” sighed Emma.
Willows eyes turned black, Xander let go of her. And she stuck her hand out and tried a spell. Dark Magical incantations coming from under her breath.
Emma started cracking up, “HOW STUPID ARE YOU?!!” she threw the sword she held into Willow’s arm, Willow winced in pain, “I’M IMMUNE TO MAGIC!!”
“Willow!” cried out Buffy as she tried to stand up, the shackles wouldn’t allow it.
“Don’t worry I don’t want to kill her,” She paused, “Yet,” Emma walked over to Willow and pulled the sword out of her arm healing it at the same time, “But it’s mummy who I care about, The one that made this all possible, give her a hand. Round of applause,” Nobody clapped, “Ooh, tough crowd,” she cocked her head, “Thanks to you, Reese raised me, I tried to signal you, cry isn’t that what babies do. But no, you were so blind you bloody went with it,” she looked at Willow, tears going down the witches cheeks, her black eyes reversing, “If you’re going to use dark magic, use the hard stuff, it work for him.”
“I loved you, I still do, I wanted to keep you safe-” said Buffy in a pleading way.
“NO YOU WEREN’T, YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE YOUR OWN FLAWS, I can see them and I’m not alright up there right now,” she pointed with the bloody sword to her head, Emma winced, “I’m getting that feeling again. I’m surprised anyone’s near you, man, I hate you with a passion,“ Emma watched Buffy crying, “Oh, little Buffy Summers can’t handle a talking to.”
“STOP THIS EMMA!!” demanded Spike.
“You shut up,” Emma looked at him sadly, “I trusted you, when I was small you were a hero to me, I knew you’d make it stop, but you haven’t you made worse I should kill you too, torture you for a couple of days, I should!!!!”
“Fine, just leave Buffy alone, come back, change, you’re not evil-” stated Spike.
“SHUT UP!!!” yelled Emma.
Emma paced. There was a group of cops at the top of the stairs some climbed down guns aimed.
“HALT Put your hands in the air and drop the, sword,” he couldn’t really believe that she had a sword for a weapon.
Emma looked to him quickly smiling, “Make me.”
Emma threw the sword at an officer and they all shot her. Emma went down, Buffy let out a gasp. Her daughter feel right before them.
“Uh oh,” said Spike.
“She’s dead now right?” asked Xander hugging Willow who was still crying. Dawn holding onto the net.
Spike spoke directly to the police, “You’re making it worse. RUN, RUN!!”
“Don’t worry it’s alright well get you outta here,” said one of the police.
Emma stood up quickly, “Not likely.”
He turned at her and she put her fist threw his head. Blood flew. He hit the ground. She grabbed the nearest two and threw them into each other there head smashing. Her eyes at this time were yellow, fangs out.
She back kicked an officer when he shot at her, she grabbed his bullet and hit him with it. She got shot at again and threw the bullet at the Culprit, she looked down at her bloody wounds. The cops were really gonna use physical force now. She punched one in the head then jumped up kicked one in the head and jumped up again landing on top of one crushing his rips in the process. Emma jumped up and did it to the guy behind her.
She grabbed him by the head and snapped his neck and back handed the next officer killing him. She shoved her fist through a cop’s stomach and then one’s head and the last one. She shoved him down and mounted on top of him, (normal time,) she started pounding his face in even though he was rather dead.
“Nobody shoots me!” Blood splattered on her as her hands inter the rubble of his face. She got up. She was breathing hard.
She looked back at the group, Faith was disgusted, “You’re evil.”
“I’m not evil I’m right. I’m going to get justice on you and it’ll be fun,” sneered Emma.
“That’s not what you want Emma,” said Spike.
“Shut up, you don’t get to bad talk me anymore,” she rubbed her face, the blood on her soaked into her skin as the bullets dropped out of their wounds, “You traitor, Shut up! Shut up!” She wasn’t talking to anybody. She was sick. Her nose bled, she wiped off her face and walked towards them, “It’s time things start going my way.”
Emma raised her sword to chop Buffy’s head off and a window busted. Conner flew through the window at the top of the room and pushed Emma to the floor. The sword flew out of Emma’s hands.
Emma got shot in the back by something, it was that stuff Angel had that’ll kill an slayer. Emma grabbed the thing out of her back a she got up and Angel, and Gunn started undoing the group from their nets.
The music by that time had already stopped, Emma threw Conner off her, “Get off Me!!”
Conner was fighting her. He punched he in the face and she punched him back. He flew himself on top of her and he punched her. She threw him off.
He grabbed her and threw her into one of the walls and walked over to her. She started getting up and he kicked her across the face she spit blood. He forced her against the wall.
“GET OFF ME!!!” she demanded.
She threw him off. He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, “ Look me in the eyes!”
“NO, I NEED HER GONE!!” roared Emma struggling.
“NO,” he punched her, and she bit him in the neck and he threw her against the wall by her hair, he grabbed her chin, he injected her with that tranquilizer, she still fought on.
“Get off!!” demanded Emma.
He got her with another, she started to weaken and she kicked him in the crotch. Her backed up as she was going to try taking off. Angel and Gunn were still trying to get Spike and them separated from the wall.
Conner grabbed Emma And held her by the shoulders against the wall, “Look what you’ve done, you’re not evil are you?”
Emma looked him in the eyes angrily she could get him off her. Tear ran down her cheeks, “I thought it would be better, I killed all those people, I didn’t want to, Reese did, I didn’t want to. Reese did, Reese, he always wants them dead, not me.”
“Then don’t kill them,” said Conner.
Conner let go of her and she scooted down the wall on putting her face in her arms.
“We should leave,” said Buffy her arms around Willow.
“It’s best,” said Angel.
“I know,” said Buffy.
Willow cried into Buffy’s shoulder. Spike watched Emma as Conner stood in front of her. Emma keeping to herself right there.
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