LAS VEGAS: A real city of lost Souls. A city, mostly, about, $MONEY$. Casinos and Illegal ones a like taking every you own away from you, simple. Or you just might hit it big, that rarely happens, that’s why Vegas is mainly a good vacation spot, nothing else. [I’ve never been to Las Vegas so I don’t know any different.]
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IT ALL BEGINS IN a Hotel Room. [Night,] A dark hotel room. The run down hotel was located in a demon run area. It was run down like most the places in that area. It had dark red walls with some graffiti on them to help a long that trashy feeling.
In this room, there were 3 rooms. Living room/kitchen. Bedroom and bathroom. In the bedroom there was a bed and a night stand on either side of the bed. A large window that was covered at all times by a thick dark green blanket. The Living room had a couch, a frig behind the bar. A broken stove too. Cabinets, mostly broken cabinets.
The room showed that whoever lived there was trying to keep it neat for what it was. The room showed the person living in there wasn’t afraid of liquor or ladies. The liquor part was shown through the amount of bottles threw out the room. The lady part, well, the lady’s underwear on the couch kind of was a big sign, unless the owner of the room was a transvestite.
A woman lived there. With the male vampire that slept beside her in the bed. The thick scratchy blankets going over them.
The man got up and grabbed his pants off the floor and slid them on. Slid his shoes on, boots. Shirtless, he stood up and he fixed his belt as he walked into the living room. From the shadows as he walked, the man had wavy hair, that was done now like it’d been done with a bowl.
He walked slouched and was built, but still 5’11”. He went to the bar and flipped on the lamp. This man was Spike, his hair was longer and at least an inch of his hair was light brown from the roots up. His hair hung forward as he looked down at the bottles on the bar. He grabbed one that wasn’t empty and took a drink of it.
The empty bottles, he just pushed them off the bar as he drank, the things shattering as they hit the ground. Spike felt his hair and brought his long front hair/bangs down to his eyes seeing the light brown, [Emma’s color] pushing his hair back out of his eyes and taking another drink.
“Spike,” said a young, soft voice from the door into the bedroom, “Why don’t you come back to bed?” asked the woman.
She was 5’3”. The woman had long brown hair curly pulled back behind her shoulders. Pretty big blue eyes that went gently with her pretty silky white skin of her small frame.
Spike leaned against the wall behind him, “Not now.”
She walked over towards him wearing a sheet around her, “Come on, then, lets go get a nice human.”
“No, Rose, I don’t want to,” he stated, Her name was Rose too, vampire.
“Is it that soul thing again?” she asked, a look of stress on her face, “Just ignore it.”
“It’s not that easy Rose,” he growled looking at her annoyed, looking up from his bottle.
“Well if it’s not that easy go outside till when it is,” growled Rose going up to him in a stalky manner.
“This is my place,” he said looking at the bottle.
Her eyes went fierce, her gentle face no longer so gentle, “You’re always like this.”
Spike stood against the wall looking at her, “I’m not,” he sighed.
Rose went to him closer and stroked his chest with her, right hand, “We can go out and, get ourselves, a nice, young, girl. Get us a little bite to eat, you know.”
He looked at her hand as it went down his chest, he grabbed it quickly and pushed her into the bar, “Don’t touch me,” his voice was calm.
Rose just went towards the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Spike went behind the couch and picked up his shirt, it was a brown button up shirt. He slowly buttoned it up as he went towards the door.
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1 YR. AGO: DINER: Emma had eaten her spaghetti, Spike was drinking another glass of blood, “I think we should do something.”
“Okay,” she answered, She watched Spike rub his forehead stressfully, “You look like you could use a beer.”
Spike looked at her, “I don’t need a beer.”
“Yes you do,” said Emma, “I don’t care about the smell of you lying, I just think that you’re stressed out.”
“I’m not stressed out and you wont tell me that I need a beer,” said Spike.
“Why don’t you just order one?” asked Emma, “You afraid to drink in front of me now?”
“I’m not the best role model,” said Spike.
“So, not like you’re a bloody President, or you’re failing at your job,” stated Emma.
“I’m failing as your father, I don’t know where you go half the time, you’re angry at me, I can name more-”
“So,” said Emma, “I have my reasons.”
“I know you do Emma, but that was the past,” said Spike.
“I know it was the past, I know out of all of us,” sighed Emma.
“Why won’t you be towards me the way you were before?” asked Spike.
“I know that Buffy didn’t do anything, and that stuff, but it’s like, my mind doesn’t register anything different,” said Emma.
“You’re my daughter and I want to be a good father,” said Spike.
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THE FLASHING LIGHTS of the killing ground. Flashing lights, humans, dancing all around. Spike walking slowly through the crowd. Watching all the people. Watching them dance, drink, socialize. There throats glancing-ly appetizing.
He didn’t seem at all out of the crowd, a stalker, blending in. Looking for the winner. Killing; not very smart. Especially when you’re punished for it a whole lot after the deed is done.
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QUORTOTH: Emma was 13. Emma dusted a grabbed a spiny demon’s head and quickly snapped it’s neck. Then kicked one coming at her from her left, kicked it in the head killing it. One ran at her she crouched down quickly.
Then slammed her hands up into it’s chest as it went over her. And she flipped it, ejected a blade from her sleeve and spun around sliced the demon in half.
Emma looked over quickly to the hiding family of humans clinging to the trees. “You’ll be alright now.”
Reese suddenly hit her across the face out of nowhere grabbed her by the arm and looked at her aggressively, “Punishment now!” he roared at her.
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A DEMON CASINO, IS the place to go if one were looking for a demon. Emma sniffed the air of the demon casino as she walked through the place. Looking around, machines sending out money to the demons at them. Slot machines are annoying sounding.
Emma wore, a pair of blue jeans. She also wore a green jean jacket with a black sweater hood. Wore it over her black tank top shirt. Along with that her black boots. Walking down through the place.
The place smelled like beer, blood, and demons that might take bathing for granted. That smell wasn’t all enjoyable. Emma only had one goal, to find Spike. He’d been there. All over there.
A demon almost ran into Emma as she kept up her pace. She caught his shoulders. “Oh, sorry,” said the demon.
Emma looked at him, “Hey,” she said.
“What?” asked the demon.
“Have you seen a vamp, named Spike?” he didn’t seem to know him, “This tall,” indicated that with her hand a little above her head, “Leather coat, bleach blonde hair, bass face-”
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A WOMAN WALKED alone in the darkness of an alley outside the club. The Darkness. That can be found in Las Vegas amazingly enough without all the flashy lights. Spike walked around behind her, her not even noticing him, inches away.
Spike quickly locked his hand around her mouth and made his face turn into it’s scariest form. The woman tried to scream. Spike sunk his teeth into her throat quickly. She woman stopped her struggling in no time as she closed her eyes for the final time. Spike dropped her.
His face went back to normal, he looked at the body, “Pretty bird, pretty bird,” Spike looked up at the sky, “Every time,” he pointed at the body, “Every time, food hurts, puts the blood on your hips,” he laughed. “No, no, no, no, no,” he laughed. He went against the wall behind him, “I’ve got to just wait a little while and it’ll go away. Like that little birdie.”
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EMMA HEARD ‘BIRDY’. “Dad?” she questioned, she shook her head. Emma took off through the casino. She leapt over a group of machines inhumanly the demons awing at her quick and inhuman movements.
Ran through the door out after leaping over a blackjack table. Emma took off down the road, cars passing by.
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1 YR. AGO: Running through the desert. Running to save Spike, running to save him from his memories, his soul. Emma had run for days, to help him.
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EMMA LEAPT UP ONTO THE CARS, running from car to car. Emma leapt forward onto her hands and she jumped up onto the side of a building and leapt off that building to the top of one and kept running.
She ran off the building and onto another, then onto another. Wind flying past her as she leapt over the side of that club and landed in the alley. Landed in a crouched position catching herself, she stood up, “Dad?” she asked, “DAD?!”
Spike wasn’t anywhere down there. Emma saw the body. She knelt down next to the body. Emma lifted the body up and smelled the wound, “You’re dead, but you’ve still got blood in you.” She put her hand over the wound.
Emma felt a tingling in her hand that she held over the wound. Tingling was what she felt every time she healed someone else. The healing itself of someone else is like breathing, feels to her like breathing. Air coming into her lungs, like that woman’s.
The woman started gasping for air then she opened her foamed over eyes, the foam going away. Leaving them their blue. The woman jumped from Emma quickly, “Something bit me!” tears going down her cheeks, “I was dead, I saw my body.”
“It’s alright, you weren’t dead long, just go to a hospital make sure everything is alright,” said Emma, “You were dead long enough though.”
“How?” she questioned.
“Just go,” said Emma, “Okay, no questions.”
“But-”
Emma made her eyes go yellow then growled at the woman. The woman screamed and ran off, Emma turned back and smiled laughing, “See, being nice doesn’t always work. Angel, you big fluffy bunny, poofter.” She went back to looking, her smiled gone, her face, curious, “Dad?”
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1YR. AGO: [IN HIS HEAD.] Emma saw Spike in his room, crazy. “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.
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SPIKE STOOD alone in the middle of a cemetery, warm, cemetery, he was walking, “Fly the pretty birds.” He shook his head, “Okay, no, more,” he was confused by what he’d said, “Birdie?”
Suddenly there was the sound of guns, preparing to shoot. “Whoa,” he stated putting his hands in the air.
“Hostile 17,” said a familiar voice, Graham, “You should come willingly.”
“Did fish boy, Fin, ever inform you, I have a soul,” said Spike putting his hands down, he was really confused of the situation, “Why are you here?”
“Put your hands up,” said Graham.
“Umm..” said Spike like he was thinking about it, “No.”
Spike walked towards some of the military men in front of him, “Back down 17.”
One started shooting and Spike rolled out of the way took one of their guns from one’s hands punching the man in the head. One came at him from his left and he hit him in the head with the back of the gun. One hit him with a tazer from behind him.
He rolled forward landing on his back. Then he flipped up onto his feet and spun around kicking the man behind him. A bullet went past his arm then one entered his right arm. He grabbed her arm and got tazered, “Hey,” he said. He hit the ground rolling out of the way.
Spike got back up onto his feet, “I don’t like,” he grabbed one by the throat and threw him into a tree, “feeling repressed!” He went down and kicked one off his feet missing the incoming bullets. He punched one in the head, then he was shot by a tranquilizer and not a tazer.
He went down on his back, “You…mean……busine….ss,” he went to sleep slowly.
Spike had gone to sleep, “We’ll need medics and a transport out here,” said Graham into his phone like device, “Yes Fin, he is out and will stay out.”
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“I’M OFFICER SILVERSTUNE,” said a deep voice. A voice of the fog, that’s all Spike could see as he groggily, slowly woke up.
“What?” asked Spike pushing up on the floor, looking at the man, blinking repeatedly to see him, “Where?”
“These are my colleagues, Travis Standle, Vincent Johnson, and Larry Brent,” said Silverstune. He had leader written all over him, like the others. Tall, and very military looking.
“I didn’t ask who you were,” said Spike groggily standing, slouched looking at them, “I asked where I was.”
“Oh, a smart man, knows what he wants,” said Silverstune walking towards Spike. He punched him in the face, Spike fell back against the wall behind him, “Not a man, a thing, dirty, exactly, dirt, smell it men.”
Spike wiped the blood off his face, “Actually,” said Spike slowly standing up, “I think that the smell of Jack Daniels.”
“Got a sense of humor,” growled Silverstune.
“Why do you want me?” questioned Spike wiping his face on his shirt, blood gone.
“Any other reason we want a hostile,” smiled Silverstune backing away from Spike.
“I have soul, I’m not causing you or your bloody groupie pack, any trouble,” said Spike in a strained way, getting over the pain in his nose.
“Not going to put a chip in my head are you?” asked Spike.
“No, no, no,” laughed Silverstune, “We want to keep you vicious.”
“No hurt puppies eh, good,” swallowed Spike, “Then why me, and vicious?”
“There’s a greater plan,” smiled Silverstune, “Greater to ever character, and slowly, you’ll realize that you’re worthless.”
“Fin boy here at all?” asked Spike looking at the white ceiling.
“Oh, Mr. Fin is around, but, not on the top of our priorities list,” sighed Silverstune folding his arms across his chest, “Tell me, Mr. William, do you have any relatives?”
Spike’s eyes opened up wide, “Why?”
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EMMA wasn’t following exactly the smell of her father anymore. Now she followed the scent of a random dead body. The smell was sickening but nearby. A body as soon as death happens to it starts to put off a form of a smell, that Emma can pick up after an hour or so, four maybe.
Followed the sent till she came to the cemetery. She looked up at the sky then back down, “Well this is funny, I was picking up buried bodies.”
But she wasn’t, laying in front of a grave, on the grave itself was a dead woman, she was middle aged. The neck wounded. Emma smelled Spike on the victim, he’d killed her. Emma went over to the woman picked her up and smelled the wound, “Too late,” she said to herself, putting the woman back down.
Suddenly Emma stood up straight, she heard something, “I hear you.” She looked around, same situation Spike had been in time ago. Surrounded by Commandos.
“Put your hands in the air,” stated one of the Commandos, not Graham.
“How many people really do that?” asked Emma, she looked at them, “ You know,” tauntingly she spoke, “I would put those guns down if I were you. Because, I’ve been in these situations before, and they never turn out good for you guys.”
“We said put your hands in the air, last warning,” stated the Commando.
“I’ll only knock you out,” she said slyly, “Since you know, I’m new here and have no idea if you’re evil or not. I‘m feeling a little lenient.”
The commandos cocked their guns. Emma moved quickly, then she was shot in the head quickly by the commandos. She fell backwards. “That was easy,” said Riley, that voice, “Lets get her body back to the lab.”
“It’s a vamp,” replied another commando going over towards her, “We have plenty.”
“Not a vamp I’ve ever seen before,” said one of the men, “Wouldn’t they dust from a bullet in the head?”
Two commandos went over to Emma to collect her. They picked her up and were about to start dragging her, had a hold of her from under her arms. The bullets dropped from her all at once. They stopped, “What the-”
Emma went down on her knees suddenly and bent back on her hands kicking the two commandos in their heads as her legs flew up and she flipped up onto her feet. Smoothly she ran forward jumped up and kicked the one next to Riley in the chest throwing that one a great distance.
She quickly landed onto her feet in the process and swung her fists around and hit Riley in the face, fast enough for her to still have time to push him down before he did anything. One came at her from the left, she punched him with her right.
Another came along. She grabbed him quickly by the hair and kneed him in the head then threw him forward, he hit a headstone, out cold. One came towards her on the right she quickly elbowed him in the face. He fell back.
“Humans are easy,” said Emma, “Come, on, bring out the big guns.”
There were guns. The bullets started flying. Emma ran at a telephone post and up it then flipped off of it landing behind the shooting Calvary. She landed, jabbed her hand into one’s neck knocking him out before he knew she was there.
Quickly she slammed her hand into one’s throat, he fell back, couldn’t breath. In swift movements she jabbed one in the back of the neck, grabbed another by the back of their outfit and hit his head into a tree. Emma grabbed one’s gun and hit the hilt across another’s face out cold, jabbed the gun to the side got one in the eye. Threw down the gun.
The firing kept going, three more, not out cold. Emma got down on the ground and rolled forward onto her feet, she jumped up and kicked the armed culprits in the heads. They weren’t out. Emma went over to them quickly, her bullet wounds bleeding and she put her arms around their heads and snapped their necks.
All but Riley were out, Riley was talking in his radio, “We need back up, immediately, back up, help, we need back up.” His voice was rushed.
“You’re a military man,” stated Emma, “I think I’ll keep you as a hostage. We can catch up on my mum, while you abuse you’re connections,” she stepped towards him the bullets dropping out of her and the wounds healing.
Riley got up and tried to run but Emma was suddenly in front of him. She punched him in the head quickly. He was out.
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RILEY OPENED HIS EYES. Opened them up to a place where most would find a junky. “I thought you‘d sleep the night away,” Emma said, his vision groggy, everything white a fuzzy.
“Where?” he asked dizzily.
“Well,” said Emma walking forward, towards him. The sun from outside shined in around her, she didn’t wear that jacket anymore, “Turns out every city has hoboes, junkies, those cities have places like this.”
Riley’s dizziness was slowly leaving him, he sighed looking around, he was tied to a chair. “Who the hell are you?”
“Emma Summers,” she stated, “Or, you want to know my middle name?”
“Not really,” said Riley angrily trying to tear at his thick robe bindings.
“You get loose, 1. Took all your sharp weapons, 2. I’m very good at tying knots, and you won’t be getting loose,” said Emma, “So, don’t try.”
“They’ll come looking for me,” growled Riley stopping his struggle.
“I’m sure they will, see, another thing. I’m terribly hard to track, even by paranormal vamps and stuff bloody like that,” she stated pulling a table over to Riley, “Now, you have connections.”
“I’m part of the military, they will find you,” growled Riley watching her movements. She put her leg up on the table and tightened her boot strings then, pulled back down her jean pant leg and put her leg down.
“I highly doubt that fish boy,” stated Emma, “1. I’m not in the system, 2. It won’t matter even if they did.”
“What do you want me for, money?” scoffed Riley.
“Hell no,” laughed Emma, “I don’t know this countries bleedin’ currency. I’m looking for my dad.”
“Summer’s right?” asked Riley, “Any relation to-”
“Buffy and Dawn Summers, actually, yes, Buffy is my mother,” Emma answered, then she replied the Riley’s face, an odd look upon him, “I’m 17 for starters, and here, I’m only supposed to be one yr. Old, but I was raised in a hell dimension by a raving lunatic, who fancied killin’ slayers. Taught me how to torture too.”
“Who’s your dad?” asked Riley.
“Your tied to a chair, with a 17yr. Old girl who can knock out over a dozen militarily trained men and you ask, who’s my daddy?” she laughed, “You people baffle me,” she paused, “It’s Spike, William the bloody, now vamp with a soul,” she then replied to his odd face, “Yes, it is possible if your cards are played right, whole magical greater purpose ordeal, it’s a thing.”
“Oh, I understand now,” said Riley sarcastically, “Coming clear.”
“I’m not one to toy with okay, so, you’ll help me find my dad Spike, or this is going to be some of the worst hrs. of your life,” threatened Emma, “I love my dad, and want him back.”
“There’s nothing you can do to me,” said Riley firmly.
“But,” said Emma, her hand grabbing his throat quicker then his eyes mastered seeing happen, and shoving his head against the cabinet behind him, firmly, “I can get your wife, and you can watch her have the worst hours of her life first.”
Riley didn’t make a reply as Emma’s grip had become immediately inhumanly tight, “Don’t,” he winced.
She let go quickly and his chair sat forward, “So are you going to help, tell, or waist my time.”
“I’m still thinking on it,” groaned Riley.
“Oh, a back talker,” growled Emma, “Fine,” she opened up a drawer in the table she scooted over and pulled out a metal spatula. She went towards him, “Count backwards for me from 23, in Spanish.”
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SPIKE WAS LEFT in that room. The men left it and went out into the hall. Which, the only thing blocking him from seeing him was the wall and that mirror in the middle of it that they saw him through. He could hear them talk. But didn’t really care for the moment.
Spike looked around the room, pushed back his hair, [his hair looked kind of like it did in ‘Fool for Love’ but with certain differences. Between that and the episode of Angel, ‘The Girl In Question.’ ]
Spike looked at the air vent, built in. Wouldn’t be able to take that thing off, especially with them watching him. He felt the padded walls, no openings from that area. And too much room to search for a opening.
Suddenly he stopped thinking about escaping, more of what was going on outside, what he heard. Sam [Riley’s wife] was talking with Silverstune, “Riley has been taken.”
“I’ve heard,” said Silverstune, “So this, small, girl, hostile, has taken one of us instead of us taking her?”
“I’m very, very disappointed sir that we didn’t get her, but, Riley is,” she took a breath, “He might be dead.”
“When my wife died, at the hands of a vampire,” said Silverstune, “I took vengeance, and I did it well. Anything happens to Fin, the girl will get hers.”
Spike went to the window of the room, knocked on the mirror, “Hey, let me talk to you!” he banged on the mirror, “I know that girl.”
They looked at him banging on the window. “We knew that,” said Silverstune to himself, “I don’t think we need anymore from him, now.”
“I hear you talking,” growled Spike, “And I know the trick about these mirrors, everyone knows that someone is watching through the other side Numb Nuts.”
The Military men outside of the room looked at each other. Then Silverstune and Sam went into the room. “What do you know?” demanded Sam.
“Let me ask the question please Sam,” said Silverstune.
“I know a lot more about her then your little pack does,” said Spike, “If I were you just wait for what she wants.”
“Wait for a ransom call from the enemy?” asked Silverstune, “Never.”
“Sir,” said Sam.
“We will get him back, Sam,” stated Silverstune in a comforting tone his stature and normal aggression would never have shown.
“You don’t know much about Emma do you?” asked Spike.
“No we don’t,” said Sam, “What does she want with Riley?”
“She wants information, for some reason she’s in Las Vegas, she wants something,” answered Spike.
“What does she want?” asked Sam.
“Just because, she’s my dau-” he stopped himself from saying it. Never smart to give away too much information, “I don’t know everything about her, but she’s not someone you get revenge on, other way around.”
“What will she do to Riley?” asked Sam.
“I have no good answer for that, one you’ll like, but she won’t just kill him,” said Spike, “I know her that well.”
Silverstune went towards Spike who backed away from him, “We know very well her connection to you, she’s your daughter. Does she love you?”
“What?” asked Spike, “I figure- Why?”
Silverstune looked towards Sam, “We may be able to exploit this love,” his smile was evil.
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[Something I didn’t type, and feel that it’s a little Corny. Between the shows, ‘Her Last Tale’ and ‘A Feeling down your Spine.’] 1YR. AGO: Spike held Emma in his lap, she’d fallen asleep there, her head against his chest. They sat on one of the red couches in the Lobby. Spike stroked her hair holding him to her as she slept. Everything quiet in the Hotel Lobby.
No one else in there, bothering. He kissed her head. Emma slowly looked up sleepily. “I love you Emma,” he smiled.
Emma closed her eyes, “I love you dad,” he heard her sigh under her breath.
“You knew I loved you already,” he laughed, Emma didn’t reply, she just kept sleeping.
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RILEY WINCED WITH PAIN. He gasped as Emma pulled his face out of the bucket of water. Cold water on him. He coughed.
“Ready to use your little radio and find my dad?” asked Emma.
He didn’t reply. Emma picked up him by the hair and sat him down in the chair properly. She had untied him, he just looked up at her, his face banged up, bruised, cut swollen. “Come on!” yelled Emma, she grabbed him by the throat and held his head against the back of the chair, “I just want my dad back!” she took a breath, her eyes flipping around.
“Don’t try to make yourself to out to be all noble,” growled Emma, “It’s not noble, I can last days without sleep, eating, drinking, and I don’t go to the bathroom. Just help me find my dad, okay!!” She let go of his head and sat on the table.
Emma looked up stressfully, “You think I’m nuts,” she said talking to him. “You think only a crazy person could be this way.” She let out a sigh of air, “Well yeah,” she swallowed, “I’m a little crazy. Maybe too needy or something. I do good most the time now days, anyway.”
She folded her arms across her chest, “I’m just looking for my dad and I get attacked. Now, you know why you’re here.”
“Up… yours,” growled Riley.
“You’re fighting the wrong person here,” said Emma standing up, she thought for a moment, “You ever cut your eye before?” she asked pulling out her pocket knife out of her pocket. Riley looked at her wide eyed, wide eyed, not good when she’s going to cut your eye. “It hurts like hell,” said Emma, “I hear.”
Emma grabbed the ropes and tied his arms to the back of the chair. Too weak to stop her, Emma grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He held his head in a head lock where she could have full access to his face. He couldn’t do anything about it either, no struggling possible in her demon like grasp.
“Ever, just brush your, prim, proper hair,” she talked slowly. Looking at him brushing the knife blade slowly against his cheeks, carefully, slowly, “And knick yourself. It takes a long time to heal for humans.” She lick her lips, used her freed fingers to pry open his left eye lid.
“You stay still I won’t accidentally get your whole eye,” Riley didn’t struggle as she held his eye open. He started breathing hard, fear reeked off him, “Stings….really…really…stings,” she whispered, “The blade is cold too…” she let the words of that slip from her mouth, slow whispers.
Brought the knife to his eye. Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Right there she was going to get his eye. He was breathing hard already groaning with pain of his eye, that didn‘t exist yet. Then quickly, inhumanly quickly Emma pulled away and landed on the table behind her, sitting on it, “Come on,” said Emma, amused, “I’m not that inhumane.”
Riley let out a long breath, he swallowed. Emma laughed a little, “Really, do you have a heart?”
“I could ask you the same,” said Riley.
Emma’s smile was gone, “I’m Buffy’s daughter, and you won’t give me that?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, he swallowed, “She’s doesn’t make your choices.”
“No, doesn’t,” said Emma, “You’re right there, I think I could cut your eyes. I think about it. I’ve killed, I’ve put cold glass in people, done so many things. Things I wish a hadn’t done,” she looked up at the ceiling, sadly, “But why can’t I do it now?”
“I’m…not, you,” replied Riley.
“I could do it now though,” growled Emma, “I just think you’ve got a good man,” she poked him in the chest with two fingers hard, a rib cracked, “Somewhere, in this rat brained thing, body you are a good man.”
“What are you?” asked Riley.
“Sad, homesick, sick of this, tired, angry, hungry, achy. My eyes hurt, my ears hurt,” She pinched his rib where she’d broken it, he winced with pain moaning, “And I miss my dad. That’s only reason you’re here, and I’m very willing to go in there, and get your wife, right now,” growled Emma tears going down her cheeks.
Riley didn’t speak. “Fine,” sighed Emma, “I’ll gag you, put you somewhere I know no one will find you, nice and tied up, where you can’t move and life will lead you to defecating on yourself. And I’ll go, we’ll see what happens then.”
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“YOU SHOULD JUST GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS, once she asks,” said Spike, “Other than that, I can’t help you.”
“My husband is out there, with a mad girl,” she took a breath, “Things are just.”
“Don’t let the hostile have the satisfaction,” said Silverstune, “This was probably all staged.”
“All staged?!” roared Spike, “Oh, really, all staged, hmm.. So I staged you to try and kidnap me, which I didn’t know you guys were even around now. Kid nap me then, have my daughter, who I didn’t know was in town kidnap Riley. Oh, wait, I staged that attack on her too, how dull are you people!?”
Silverstune punched Spike in the face. Once, the twice. Spike fell backwards into the wall behind him, blood on his face. “We’re greater beings-”
Spike then said in a sarcastic tone, “Preaching to the Choir.”
“Stop this,” said Sam, “Sir, don’t hit the hostile, please. Spike, just tell use how we can find Riley.”
“I don’t know!” Spike roared outraged wiping the blood from his lip, “I don’t know what she does at all bleeding damn times!”
“Then why are we talking to you know?” asked Sam.
“Ask yourselves that?” asked Spike.
Silverstune grabbed up by his shirt and pulled him out of the room. Spike punched him as they went down the hall. The other men where behind. Two of them, strong, grabbed Spike’s arms. “Lets take him to his new cell.”
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EMMA WAS in some part of this underground government installation. She had Riley’s radio with her. “Sam?” asked Emma into the radio.
Quickly there was a reply, “Where’s Riley.”
Emma walked slowly down the halls, “Should I really say?”
“Tell me, we have someone dear to you,” said Sam.
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Spike was slammed into a cell. Like the ones that had been in the intuitive. His own little cell, next to the cell of demons, other demons, all around. He listened in on Emma and Sam’s conversation.
“Where is my husband?” demanded Sam.
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“You have my dad?” asked Emma. Two scientist walked down the hall and saw her, Emma ran at them as Sam replied.
“We have him right here,” replied Sam.
Emma kicked one of the scientists down flipped over him, “Good, is he well?”
“Stop this talking, we have a man here willing to stake him,” said Sam.
Emma grabbed the head of the other scientist, “Oh I wouldn’t do that,” then she snapped the scientist’s neck.
A commando went up to Silverstune, “She’s in the building.”
“WHERE’S RILEY!!??” demanded Sam.
“Safe,” laughed Emma, “But you could of played your game, all you wanted,” she ran down the hall, “Talking just told me where you” she came into the large holding area, “Where you were.”
Emma then threw the radio at Sam’s head and Sam went down on the ground unconscious. She saw her dad.
“EMMA!!” yelled Spike, “Did you kill her?”
Emma shook her head ‘no.’ Her eyes innocent. The commandos knew she was there, most indefinitely. One came up behind her and grabbed her arms. Emma didn’t do anything, “I’ll come willingly.”
“What, don’t Emma, run!” demanded Spike.
The man that had her arms put handcuffs on her and walked her towards Spike’s cell. One of the other went to meet her half way, Brent. Emma just looked at him. “Good, our plan is becoming successful. Come with me girl.”
Emma quickly jumped up into the air and swung her hands under her so her hands weren’t behind her anymore. Standing at his right side she kicked Brent across the face with her right foot, slipped her hands into his right pocket pulling out the key card. As he went down from the first blow, she swung her right leg behind him, slammed it against his back knocking Brent to the ground.
Quickly she pulled her wrist apart and cuffs broke as two commandos came at her from both side. They both were hit in the stomachs. She grabbed the one on the right’s hair with her left hand and threw him in the left one and took off towards Spike’s cell.
Silverstune pulled out his gun as Emma slipped the key card into the cell key card slot. He went to shoot. Emma suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her, kicked him in the crotch. Kneed him in the face blood hitting the floor. She jabbed her hand at his throat killing him.
The body dropped to the floor. A loud siren went off and Emma grabbed her ears. Spike did too. The Commandos were starting to crowd, bit, by bit, person by person. “We need to get out of here!” yelled Spike over to siren, the red lights hurting there eyes.
Emma quickly made her eyes go yellow. Two of the commandos came at them. Emma flipped backwards and kicked them in the faces. Killed them. Blood hit the floor.
She stepped for jumped up and kicked one in the face. One went to punch her she grabbed his arms threw him into a group of commandos on her right. She flipped forward on her hands and kicked two in the heads, went back down back flipped landing on one.
One on the right, elbowed him in the face then punched the one on the left. The people started firing there guns. Emma and Spike ran to a vent. Large one. Ventilation system should get them somewhere.
Emma kicked the vent in, “You go first,” said Spike. Emma went in first and climbed through the vent, followed by Spike.
The vent got bigger the more they crawled. A loud siren still went on while they were in there and the vent got big enough to walk down. They started running down the way into the darkness of the vent as the blaring went. The sound, rushing water.
At a run, Suddenly they hit a drop and fell into a large river of water. It was clean though, smelled clean. There was red and loud noises. Emma and Spike went under water and followed the current. The more they followed the slow current, swimming the softer the noise became, the least the noise around them bothered.
The Current got quicker all of a sudden. Emma and Spike went up to the top of the water, no more red, things were clearer.
“I saw a vent down there, a fan,” said Spike, “It’ll chop us up to bits.”
“I can brake the blade,” breathed Emma.
“NO,” he said, “It’ll cut you in half!” he was outraged, didn’t want her hurt.
“No it won’t, pretty sure.”
“No,” growled Spike.
“If I can brake the blade of a sword when it makes contact with my neck, the worst thing that’ll happen it I get some gashes,” said Emma.
The water started getting quicker. “No,” said Spike holding Emma’s shoulders.
“Now,” said Emma.
Emma pushed him off her shoulders and went down into the water and swam towards the blades. “NO!!” yelled Spike. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw her blood go to the surface, “EMMA, EMMA!” He heard the sound of gears braking.
Spike went under water for her, quickly, didn’t see her. The current had slowed down, greatly. Spike just saw her blood in the water. He swam through to the other side. He went to the top of the water, “EMMA!!” he looked around and saw a platform against the wall, “EMMA!”
He pushed himself up onto the platform, “Emma,” his heart danced in his throat. Spike couldn’t see her, hear her, the sirens left a ringing in his ears. Where did his daughter go? Then he saw her hand grab onto the platform.
Quickly Spike knelt down and grabbed her out of the water and brought her to him quickly, hugged her tightly, “What the hell were you thinking, what if you died!?”
She pulled away slowly, “I kind of have a knack for not dying.”
“I was worried,” said Spike letting himself relax standing up as Emma did.
“Okay,” said Emma, she looked down the way from where they came, “Commandos, they’re coming. We have to go get Riley,” said Emma.
“Riley?” asked Spike, “Where.”
“Where I left him,” answered Emma looking at Spike like she was going to cry or something like that.
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RILEY WAS SOMEWHERE DARK. Small, confined, really confined. He felt bugs crawl on him. He had a gag, and tape over his mouth. He was breathing, hard, trying to cough. He saw light through the cracks of whatever was above him.
He’d been down there two hours. Small. Bugs, bugs, trying to go up his nose. He couldn’t move, everything was so small. He couldn’t yell for help. He heard people walking on the floor but couldn’t do anything to get them.
On the floor they walked, walked all around. Riley was in the floor. He wanted coughed from the dust, he couldn’t really breath. He tried yelling. It wasn’t working. Tears started going down his cheeks. Getting cluster phobic.
The floor panels started to creak. “Why are we here Emma?” demanded Spike, “What’s the water for.
It was night, night, the lights were on in the room. Candles lit, that kind of light. The panels were pulled up quickly. The nails ripping at the wood, but the person pulling the wood too strong for the nails.
“Emma what did you do?” gasped Spike seeing Riley down in the floor boards.
Emma then grabbed the bucket of water to get the bugs off him and threw it on him. Thick rope tied down Riley in a way that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything. Emma pulled out her pocket knife and quickly started cutting the rope. Pulled it off of him.
“Where’s the other bucket?” asked Emma. Emma backed away and Spike threw it on him.
Emma pulled Riley out of the floor cutting his hands loose, his feet. She quickly ripped the tape of then pulled out the gag. Riley started coughing. “Why?” asked Spike.
“I wanted to know where you were?” asked Emma, “So I knew he had connections, he wouldn’t help so I tortured him.”
“Is…Sam?” he coughed.
“She’s alright,” said Emma, “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” laughed Riley, “Sorry?”
“Make a person stay in the floor bored tied, gagged, with bugs that are down there, that’ll make any man cry,” she said looking down.
“That was wrong Emma,” said Spike.
“I just want to find you,” pleaded Emma, “I wanted it enough to hurt him. He wouldn’t help.”
“We’re being chased by your men,” replied Spike to Riley.
Riley stood up slowly, weakly, beaten, burnt, cut, scraped. Emma went at him quickly and put her hands over his wounds and he tried to back away quickly. He fell down. Healed. He felt his face, healed, amazed.
“Am I supposed to forgive you?!” demanded Riley, “What’s going on, where’s my wife?!”
“She’s fine,” said Emma, “I didn’t torture her, I did hit her in the head though, she’ll be fine. You’re free now.”
“Why are they chasing us, right now, not, right now, but, you know-”
“Don’t talk to me,” said Riley, “Don’t come near me, you freak.”
“Like that supposed to affect me, I’ve been called worse,” said Emma.
“Don’t talk to my daughter that way,” growled Spike, “Now, we’ll leave you be, just call off those men.”
“I can’t,” growled Riley, “And I hope they catch you.”
Emma looked down, her eyes teary, she looked up quickly, “I could kill him,” she went towards Riley.
Spike grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back, “No one’s going to get killed.”
Suddenly there was the sound of shots. Spike got shot in the chest, once, twice, three times. He grabbed Emma. Riley had the gun. Emma leapt at Riley and was shot. Spike threw a chair at Riley and grabbed Emma picked her up quickly. He ran out of the place with her.
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SPIKE MADE IT back to his place. Holding Emma. He put her down on his couch. Gently.
“Spike, where have you been?” asked Rose standing at the bedroom door, “I’ve been beside myself,” she saw Emma, “Who’s this?”
“My daughter,” said Spike picking up some of the stuff in the room and tossing it out of the window, make the place cleaner.
“Daughter?” asked Rose, “I thought you were in your hundreds?”
“Long story Rose, go play,” said Spike.
“Go play?” she replied, “You’ve been gone for like a day.”
Spike grabbed her by the shoulders quickly, “I said go play, you bent,” he pushed her into the bedroom and shut the door.
He got over to Emma and sat on the coffee table. He watched her, saw her bullet wound in her head. The bullet hadn’t dropped out on the way. Spike stood up and pulled his shirt off, he saw Rose’s tweezers on the coffee table.
Picked up the tweezers and started to take out the bullets. He clenched his teeth as he pulled out the first one. Went to the next place on his chest and put the tweezers in the wound and pulled out the bullet in no time. Two more to go, done in no time.
Let out a long sight from the pain and grabbed his black T-shirt off the back of the couch and put it on. The bullet dropped out of Emma’s head suddenly. Spike went back over to her, “I was starting to worry,” he saw her wake.
Emma slowly sat up. Blinked hard, feeling strained. She looked down to her side, and saw the underwear. Spike stood up noticing the underwear.
“Those aren’t mine,” said Spike picking them up and tossing them out the window.
“I’d be scared if they were,” replied Emma blinking. They were quiet for a long moment.
“Well, Angelus let you loose,” stated Spike.
“Yeah, really,” sighed Emma, “After a day or so of torture, then a nice 3 months in a box made of ice.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t stop him,” said Spike putting his hand across his chest.
“That’s fine, not your fault, Conner killed him,” said Emma.
“Conner,” sighed Spike, “Yeah, boy hero.”
“Angel is back, back from the dead, soulful,” answered Emma just looking down.
“So Conner didn’t kill him well enough,” said Spike.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Emma.
“Why are you here?” asked Spike.
“I want you to come back,” replied Emma.
“Come back?” asked Spike, “Why?”
“Is this about Conner?” she asked looking up at him. Spike didn’t reply just looked at her, “Tell me.”
“I can’t come back with you,” said Spike.
“Why?”
“I can’t,” answered Spike sternly.
Emma stood up, “Yes you can, why, what’s stopping you? Is this about Riley?” asked Emma, her face giving off a tortured feeling, “I, I.””
He swallowed, he didn’t look at her, “I have my reasons.”
“Yeah, really,” she walked up to him, she seemed kind of stocky, kind of like pulling a Spike, “Really, what is it?”
They were quiet. Spike spoke, “I know everything.”
He went to his bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started poring himself a glass. Emma took the bottle out of his hand and threw it at the wall. “SPEAK UP, KNOW WHAT ABOUT!!??”
“You, and that boy!” answered Spike.
“Oh,” she sighed, looking down.
“So, Emma you have no idea what it’s like. God, you got me thinking’ about, bloody, Emma, I’m not supposed to know this stuff. God,” Spike was fed up with himself, “Riley was the least of things.”
“So,” said Emma looking at him, “SO.”
“You’re my child, 17, now, and you did that.”
“ I love him.”
“You don’t need me,” said Spike.
“You’re wrong,” retorted Emma.
“No, I’m not. You have Conner.”
“So.”
“You’re not my little girl anymore,” said Spike, trying to get her to listen, “You need to go back before he starts worrying about you. Go back.”
“NO, Not until I get you back,” said Emma.
“Too bad, you have a different life now. Conner to do the protecting of you, you know that, you know very well,” he stated.
“Is there more, more reasons why you won’t come back?” asked Emma, “I don’t want to kill mum anymore,” she was trembling.
“Well good, you almost killed her ex.”
“You said this wasn’t about Riley,” she growled.
“But I’m not needed,” stated Spike.
“I need you, you’re my dad,” Tears went down her cheeks, “I love you, and-”
“You can stay here for a couple of days, but you’ll need to go back,” said Spike looking down. Emma bit her lip wiping her cheeks. “You’re not a little girl, you killed.”
“That didn’t matter when I came here, it didn’t,” said Emma, “When I came to this dimension. And I stopped.”
“I, I don’t know what you did to poor Riley.”
“I thought is wasn’t about Riley,” trembled Emma.
“Still,” said Spike, “You’re a killer.”
“You’re just trying to hurt me, to make me leave,” she said, “Cause you-”
“You don’t know me Emma!” yelled Spike.
“I…I…a, I-”
“Have seen it, but that’s not the real thing,” said Spike, “I’m a killer, and, it’s still different then you saw. I’ve never been real nice to females, ever since my mother.”
“That has nothing to do with it, you just don’t want to see me and Conner together,” said Emma softly.
“I don’t want a lot of things!” he yelled at her looking down at her, “NOW, LEAVE, OR SOMETHING!!”
Emma looked up at him, “No. I want you to come back.”
“Well I’m not goanna, alright so, you’re not going to get what you want!” said Spike.
“You’re like your mother,” spat Emma looking down, “Like her, saying stuff-”
Spike grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly, almost like he was going to hurt her, pushed her against the wall, “No, I’m not like her. I wouldn’t say those things to you.”
Suddenly Emma slammed him against the wall behind him, “No!” Spike took her hands off of him.
Emma punched him across the face, He looked at her, “You don’t hit!” said Spike, his lip bleed. She hit him again. She went to hit him again, but her moves were emotionally sloppy, sloppy themselves. He could blocked them easily, “Stop Emma.” He said grabbing her fist after a couple of blocks and holding them as he shoved her against the wall.
Pushed him down she did. He went back wards. Emma went to kicked him and he grabbed her leg and put it down, “You don’t solve things with violence!” he said. Emma went to punched him again. He grabbed her arm and put it behind her back pushed her against the bar, “Stop fighting.”
Emma kicked him in between the legs and he got off. She fell backwards into the wall behind her and down to the bottom at the wall she sat. She looked straight forward trembling, tears going down her face. Breathing, her eyes flipping colors, then going back to normal as she sat there, she brought her knees up to her chest.
Looked straight forward. Sat there, thoughts flowing through her. Trembled as she sat there, her hands down on the floor.
Spike knelt there trying to recuperate from the blow to his valuables. Then he stood up aggressively, “You can’t use violence to fix things, can’t fight me to change my mind. Alright.” He wiped the blood off his lip looking at it. Spike wiped the blood on his pant leg, “Can’t fight to get what you want that way.”
He looked at her, she, disheveled. He took a breath straightening up, “I’m going to bed, you want to sleep on the couch, go for it.” He shook his head, “I know you well enough that you won’t try to kill me in my sleep, I trust that enough.”
The bedroom door closed. Emma watched the door close. Rose had left, she had heard the vamp leave time ago.
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1YR. AGO: [BETWEEN ‘EVIL REASON’ AND ‘THE LAST MAN ON EARTH’.] It was night. Emma stood in the middle of the room at Spike’s place, looking around her. Things seemed different now. She wore a short sleeve green shirt and her jeans with the holes in the legs.
“We’ll get you some more clothes,” sighed Spike, “Sometime.”
“So I live here?” asked Emma.
“Yes,” said Spike, he went up to her, “I’ll be with you know. Raise you, I figure.”
“Okay,” sighed Emma putting her hands in her pockets.
Spike shook his head ‘yes’, “We’ll figure out things to do you and I.”
“I want things to be better,” sighed Emma.
“They’ll be loads better,” said Spike he went to Emma, “Better, I’ll stay with you.”
“Can…” she stayed quiet, “What do I do now?”
“Alright,” said Spike, “Come sit down with me on the couch.”
Spike sat down on the couch and Emma joined him. Emma watched him flip the T.V. on, “What that hell is that?!”
“It’s a T.V.,” said Spike, “Watch stuff, instead of real life being there, see it. See it on the screen.”
Emma slowly touched the T.V., Then sat back against the back of the seat. Spike had been leaned back there on the couch his arm out on the back. Spike saw she was still nervous about the T.V. He put her arm around her and she slowly eased down.
She leaned her head on his chest while he flipped through the channels, he flipped to the Wheel of Fortune, “Game show.”
“Game show,” quoted Emma, “Play games.”
He stroked her hair, “Yeah, girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”
“Will you always be with me?” asked Emma.
“As long as you want me with you,” he said.
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NIGHT LASTED LONG. Emma slept on the couch as Spike slept in his room, the door closed. Emma rolled over sleeping, her jacket under her head on the red couch. Emma had scratches on her hands.
Rose watched Emma sleep. Drifted towards the girl slowly. Keeping quiet, never wanted to wake the girl, girl in her pretty sleep. Fresh human blood, the aroma flowing through her nose, dried on Emma hands from the scratches.
Pushed Emma’s hair out of the way on her neck then leaned in her face changing quickly. Emma’s eyes opened, too late. Rose sunk her cold teeth into Emma’s throat. Emma gasped but she couldn’t stop Rose.
She couldn’t stop Rose, pushed at her. But things were different, Rose was getting the best of her. Emma couldn’t yell, or scream. Emma felt her blood go through the puncture wounds of her neck. Felt herself becoming a little dizzy, seeping through her. Coldness, colder then anything.
Suddenly Rose was ripped from Emma. Emma grabbed her neck wound. Which didn’t heal. Spike threw Rose across the room.
Rose, her lips dripping with Emma’s blood leapt at Spike and scratched his cheek with her nails. Spike then punched her in the face. She went to punch him back. Spike kneed her in the chest and tossed her across the floor. He went to find a piece of wood.
Spike was grabbed by Rose and tossed into a cabinet. The wood broke. Rose picked him up and threw him at the bar. Emma had been standing right behind her, she punched Rose. Rose hit the wall.
Blood dripped down from Emma’s neck as she looked at it on her hand. It was making her dizzy. Spike punched Rose in the face. Then grasped the piece of wood he had and slammed it into her chest. Rose became dust. He dropped the stake.
Emma looked at her hand the blood. Spike grabbed a wash cloth put it in the sink then ran over to Emma and picked her up and sat her on the bar. “Alright, don’t faint, okay.” Not the best place to put a person who might faint.
Spike got the wash cloth went and put it on her neck wound. “Hold pressure with your clean hand,” he looked at her like he was scolding her, “And stop looking at the bloody one. Look up in the air.”
Emma looked up in the air like he said. Spike got another wash cloth out of the bedroom and ran over to her and got it wet then started whipping the blood off her hand. He saw the scratches but just kept wiping the blood off, “Alright, you holding pressure?”
“Yeah,” she stated.
“Rose was stronger then usual,” said Spike.
“Cause of me,” said Emma looking up at the ceiling.
“You don’t have to look up anymore,” replied Spike. Emma looked down at him, “I don’t think you’ll be fainting.” Emma’s hand was clean. He noticed, “You’re not healing, properly.”
“Emotions do that,” sighed Emma, “And I don’t get blood drained often.”
“Well I’ll bandage that up,” he stated. Spike started opening up the cabinets, “There’s first aid kit in here somewhere,” he said, “Last person had left it.” He pulled out the first aid kit. Emma just looked down as he took the wash cloth off seeing how the wound was doing, “I think you’ll be alright.”
Spike got the peroxide out and slowly cleaned her wound for her. Slowly that lead to the band aid, “I think you’re healing a bit, most need stitches after a bite and stuff like that.” He pushed the first aid kit off to the side.
“I usually sleep light, but…since I got to L.A. I slept a little heavier and didn’t hear her,” sighed Emma.
“Sleepin’ heavy feels better,” said Spike. Emma looked down. Spike looked down at her hand, he looked at them, held them, “Did you hurt yourself?” Emma took her hands away from him, “You hurt yourself, I know you did.”
Emma kept her head down at the ground, Spike stroked her wet cheek. It was wet from all the other crying that had been done. “ I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“You’re not supposed to care,” trembled Emma.
“I do care, you’re my daughter,” he said, “I cared, right now, I cared when you were fighting those commandos.”
She looked up at him quickly, “You’re not supposed to care, cause you won’t come back.”
“Stop that Emma,” said Spike.
“You care, you care left and right, I’m a freak, I do evil, you still care.”
“You’re not a freak,” he said sternly.
“I am, I’m evil, I’m bad, I’m wrong-”
“No you’re not,” he said, his eyes wide open, “None of those things, some of the stuff you do is wrong, but-”
“I want you to come back!!” she said tears pouring down her cheeks.
Spike looked at her firmly. Didn’t want to change his mind, wasn’t going to. Emma wanted him to change his mind and was just as stubborn. Spike shook his head ‘no.’ “No.”
“It is because of Riley,” said Emma.
“Riley has nothing to do with this,” said Spike, “Alright, this is about what in front of my face, this about, I choose not to get into your other life.”
“I choose not to go back till you do,” said Emma.
“No Emma, you can’t stay here,” said Spike, “This is no place for a child.”
“I’m not child, I’m a killer, half a soul, freak, and it’s all your fault. You had to die at the hell mouth!” said Emma.
“Stop that, that was for the better,” said Spike, “I saved lives!”
Emma looked at him hatefully. Gave him the evil eye for along time. Didn’t take her eyes off of him. He didn’t take his eyes off her, his looked a lot nicer. “You have no excuse to stay here,” she said wiping her eyes, wiping away the stinging tears, “You lied, said you’d stay, with me, be there. There in L.A. I have a good memory!”
Spike didn’t say anything. Emma’s eyes went wider suddenly, “Get down!” she said. Emma pushed him down onto the floor and guns started shooting through the door, through the walls. The only thing shielding them was the bar.
“Window,” said Spike. Emma and Spike leapt up to their feet and missing the fire leapt out the window.
They fell 7 stories and landed on the ground. Spike landed hard on his back. Emma landed in a crouched position falling forward. Spike pushed himself up and grabbed Emma’s arm. Took off again.
Across the road and down the nearest street. The hummers around the building pulled out going to follow them. Two paranormally fast beings.
Spike and Emma ran down the street away from the town of flashing lights and money. The hummer sped up. Emma wouldn’t speed up and leave Spike so she just ran, not faster than Spike.
The Hummer was gaining up. Right behind them. Emma and Spike turned down the road. The Hummer followed. Going the wrong way down a one way road.
Quickly the cars already going down the road steered around to get out of the way. Emma and Spike darted by the cars. Which were wrecking into walls on the sides.
Emma sped up and went into an alley and pulled Spike in. She ran up to a light post, large stone one. Her eyes went yellow and with all her might she ran at it and slammed her legs down into it once. Did it again and the whole light post went down on the hummer.
Spike went towards her, she grabbed his hand and ran down the street taking a right. A hummer came in towards Them. Emma’s eyes still yellow she ran at the hummer and leapt on it. A gun shot off at her. Spike backed away.
Emma reached into the windshield punched the driver in the head. She rolled onto the other side of the windshield quickly and got on the side of the vehicle. Reached into the window and pulled out the second man.
The hummer swerved around, Emma let go as the hummer went into the wall and exploded. Emma rolled across the street. Spike ran over to her. He helped her up.
Commandos came down the road, on foot towards them. There was a helicopter above head. A man spoke from a mega phone, “Come willingly.”
Emma and Spike looked at each other. They went towards the commandos. Darting from side to side not to get shot. Emma jumped up and kicked one across the face. She landed. Kicked the rifle from the hands of the man on her right.
One came at her from the front and she punched him in the face. Backed kicked the one behind her put her hands on his shoulders as he fell. And flipped up off of him kicking the one in front down. She landed behind that man kicked him in the back grabbed his head and snapped his neck.
Spike darted around a car the bullet missing him. He went over to car, and jumped at a commando. Spun around and kicked him in the face. Punched the one on his left. Took to the one in front of him, punched him in the stomach then elbowed him in the face.
Grabbed one by the vest on his left and ripped the vest off in the process of throwing him. Spike pulled a grenade off the vest and threw it into the helicopter, pin pulled and all. There was the explosion, bits flying around.
Spike kicked a commando in the head grabbed him and threw him down. One punched him in the face. He punched him back head butted him and grabbed his head and snapped his neck.
Emma pounced on one and rolled quickly over to Spike and punched him man in the head knocking him out. Spike looked at her in the mess of things. She showed him a grenade in her hand. Pin pulled.
Spike’s eyes went wide, “THROW IT, THROW IT!!”
She threw it at a group of commandos. Spike grabbed her and they leapt over a car. The explosion was large. Those men had grenades on them that exploded.
Emma and Spike quickly took off before the mess got too big. They ran down the street. Ran, ran, ran.
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RAN, RAN, TO A Casino parking lot. “It’s goanna be day,” said Spike quickly, “I can fell it coming.” Emma smelled fear on him.
Emma grabbed his hand, “Hold my hand,” said Emma her eyes staying yellow.
The sun was rising as they looked around at the cars. Something with blacked out windows. Something quick. The sun burned Spike’s eyes, he went down on the ground. Emma held his hand. He wasn’t burning.
He stood up, he looked at her amazed, the light bright in his eyes, “It hurts,” said Spike, “But…” Emma pulled her bandage off of her neck, her wound healed right there. “Healing.”
Emma spotted a car with blacked out windows and ran him towards it, the windows had nice thick glass. Like Angel’s old cars at Wolfram & Hart. Emma busted the lock on the door and opened it. “Get in and closed the door.”
“Can’t I stay out?” asked Spike smiling.
Emma let go of his hand. He started searing with pain, smoking. She pushed him in the driver’s seat. Emma ran around to the other side and Spike unlocked the door. Emma sat in there, “We have to leave.”
“Okay,” said Spike, he looked under the seat for the keys as Emma closed the door.
Emma pulled out those tweezers from Spike’s place, dried blood on them. She quickly put them to the ignition and pushed in, then pulled out the key part and bent the tweezers in half pushed them into the black ignition hole. Twisted them.
The car started. Emma sat back in the seat, “Where we going?” she asked.
“We’re going back,” stated Spike.
He pulled out of the place….
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