Chapter 5 - How Could You Leave Me?
Lizzie leaned back in the armchair outside Buffy‘s room, still with the feeling of hopelessness lingering within.
Deep down she knew that Buffy needed someone else at her side, someone who knew her better than Lizzie did. The truth bothered her a bit, but not enough to ignore it. She knew she had to do something. Liz leaped from the chair, shaking her head which made her red curls bounce on her shoulders.
She reached for the left front pocket of her jeans and dug out her cell phone.
She knew exactly who to call.
White. Very, very white. Like, blinding. Oddly, those were the first thoughts racing through Buffy Anne Summer’s head as she opened her eyes. Secondly she noticed that she laid in a bed, in a room she didn’t recognise. A very white room which explained her previous thought.
‘Where the hell am I?’
She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up. She couldn’t. It felt like a thousand daggers had made their way into her stomach at the same time, the pain was overwhelming and Buffy fell back on the pillows her body shivering.
She scanned the room around her, from the white walls, the small, black TV to the nightstand on her left and a chair on which her clothes and handbag were thrown. Not folded or anything, just thrown. It bothered her.
Wait! What were her clothes doing on a chair and not on her?!
Boy, someone had had undress unconscious Buffy fun. That someone was so going to get his ass kicked.
Anyhow, no way she was going to stay here, wherever she was.
She had to find her phone, call Lizzie and go home, this had been a stupid idea from the very start. For God’s sake, she had a wedding to plan. Lack of pararental advice wasn’t helping either. She didn’t have any parents, the loss of Joyce still hurt and although her dad was still alive, he wasn’t really her dad anymore. Last time she had spoken with him was when she was desperately looking for a hiding place for Dawn when her little sister had been shased by a hell god. Hank had been as helpful as a can of tuna. Giles was really all she had and his experiences when it came to weddings was kind of limited.
David didn’t have any parents. Well, he probably had had at some point. At first, Buffy had been relieved to skip the whole ‘introducing to parents thing’ but now, a mother-in-law didn’t seem that bad.
She again tried to sit up and make her way to her handbag when the pain came back by the double.
She laid a hand on her belly, trying to sooth the pain that was thankfully decreasing after a few seconds.
Thank God.
That was until she took her hand up again and found it covered in blood. Her blood.
Spike and Angel were still in Angel’s office, Angel leaning against his desk and Spike sprawled out on the leather couch. Neither of them had spoken a word since Buffy left and the jewellery box screamed for attention. Though, Angel was too scared to find out what was in it. At least for the moment.
He would open it in a couple of days, when the presence of his long and lost didn’t lingered in the air and her scent had vanished. Vampire senses weren’t all that good, right now, it kind of sucked…
For both of them. Spike rubbed his forehead, images of a past life that he had tried to forget came to surface. It wasn’t pretty. I believe in you, Spike.
Yeah, right. She believed in him now alright. She had thought he was dead and to be honest he expected at least a hug. Okay, she was mad and she had every right to be, but he knew her. She would get over it eventually. Or, he had thought he knew her, until she had - about 20 minutes earlier - anounced that she was getting married. To the bloody Immortal. In a month! Since when had she become an impulsive, irrational bint?
He looked over at his grand-sire, looking as grim as Spike felt. The blue box was still unopened and despite it all, Spike began to feel curious. What could possibly be in that box that had tied Buffy to Captain Forehead for so long? Whatever it was, he wanted it thrown in the garbage.
“So, gonna open that box of yours anytime soon?” Spike tried to sound casual, but didn’t succeed.
Angel raised an eyebrow. “Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow.”
Spike nodded, “Well, guess that’s the end of today’s fun. I’m gonna go, fight the good fight, you stay here trimming that hair of yours. Don’t think I haven’t seen that wax stuff you keep in your drawer.”
Before Angel had the chance to reply, Spike had gone his leather duster floating behind him.
“Blondes” Angel muttered.
A numbness spread through her body, the only thing Buffy could see was the blood coloring her fingers contrasting to the stark white interior. What the hell happened?
The blood was dry and sticky and Buffy suddenly felt a strong urge to vomit. She had never been a girly girl when it came to blood, it had been a part of her life since she was 15. She could no longer count the times she had been beaten bloody, the times she had been standing in the bathroom scrubbing her clothes trying to get rid of the red stains. Dawn often joked that it didn’t matter if she ever spilled anything on her older sister’s clothes, Buffy would just think it was blood. So why was this time any different? Buffy approached the chair on which her handbag had been tossed, throwing out the other stuff in it - lipstick, cell phone, wallet, Mr. Pointy - in search of asprin or anything that could sooth the ache in her belly. No luck.
Buffy cursed under her breath.
“Okay, Buffy, focus. You’ve been in bigger messes than this.” Buffy tried to calm herself, “Look out the window. Step one, find out where you are.” Buffy strode to the small window, the buzz of the busy L.A street reached her ears. “Still in L.A, obviously. Step two,” Buffy bit her lip, “Get cell phone. Call friend.” Buffy stopped in a move, “Step three, stop talking to yourself!”
What was that she’d heard Willow say a few years ago? Talking to yourself was the first step of insanity. Perfect, she was going mental. She could add that to the list, together with self-involved and other personal faults she had. She was so getting a shrink. As soon as she got out of here. Buffy took her clothes and almost ran into the connecting bathroom to change.
Soon, this nightmare would be over.
Lizzie stood outside in silence, her hands clutch together nervously while staring into the grey eyes of the female doctor.
“Miss Summers will feel confused for quite a while, the situation she’s in is always very…difficult. She will have it tough these coming weeks, you better count on that. Other than the emotional traumatizing, she should be just fine.” The doctors soft voice sounded oddly distant, as though she wasn’t standing a few inches away but miles.
Only one thought running through her head was how devastated Buffy would be. Had Buffy even known she’d been pregnant?
*A/N; Surprised? Let me know what you think of this little turn of events ;-)
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