“How's she doing?” said Faith, concern in her voice.
“She... she looks terrified.” said Oz. “She's been crying for the last hour or so.”
Angel put his hand onto Oz' shoulder.
“We'll save her Oz.” said the vampire. “I swear to you, the spell will work. We won't lose her.”
“How much longer for the spell prep Faith?” Oz said.
“Half hour tops.”
Oz turned to Laura. She lay on the bed, her face wet with tears. He could see her shaking with fear. Bruises were forming round her throat and the rest of her body, as if someone was hitting her. Oz leaned close to her ear.
“Hold on Lau.” He whispered. “Hold on. We're going.....”
“To save you....”
She could hear Oz' voice, like a whisper on the wind. Laura lashed out at Angelus with her foot, knocking him back enough for her to escape. She ran through the corridors of the Hyperion, the doors changing as she passed them.
“Its no use running Slayer,” shouted Angelus, “but if it’s fast food I have to have, then so be it!”
I need to get downstairs. Get to the weapons cabinet.
Laura ran into an elevator and pressed the lobby button. The carriage creaked and groaned as it began it’s slow decent to the lobby. The tinny elevator music pulsing out from the speakers only served to make Laura more edgy. The carriage stopped suddenly, and the doors began to creak open.
Laura stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. She made her way towards the weapons cabinet cautiously. The room was silent except for the slow ticking of the clock. She looked up at it, and was shocked to see the hands spinning around incredibly fast. As she reached the weapons locker Laura wondered if this was it, would she die here in her dreams, locked away from her friends, from Oz. She opened the cabinet reached for a sword.
“Hope you didn’t forget ‘bout me love…”
Laura spun around to see Spike halfway across the lobby, his yellow vampire eyes pulsing with hunger.
“Fancy helping ol’ Spike up his score to three dead slayers, Red?” said Spike, as he advanced on her.
“Drop dead.” Laura growled.
“Been there, done that.”
Laura swung the sword at the blonde vampire, who ducked her swipe, and delivered a kick to her stomach. She staggered back, but quickly recovered, just in time to avoid a brutal punch aimed at her head.
“You’re quick love, I’ll give you that.” said Spike. “Not as quick as Buffy, but then again she liked getting down and dirty with us dead guys...”
Laura ignored Spike’s comment, and lashed out with a kick to his midsection, knocking him back.
“You’re gonna pay for that you bloody witch.”
The enraged vampire leapt at Laura, pinning her to the floor, his fangs closing in on her neck.
“One more slayer for a home run….”
Suddenly Spike paused, a shocked look on his face, and a second later he exploded into dust.
“Strike three. You’re out.” snarled Laura.
“We’re nearly there babe; just hang on a little longer…”
She could hear Oz’ voice again, calling her back, giving her something to hold onto. If she could just avoid Angelus until they could pull her out. She moved back over to the weapons locker, and pulled out a couple of stakes to go along with her sword. If she had to fight him, she needed to be ready. Angel had warned everyone when they got together that some day they may have to face his dark side. Faith and Spike had been fine with it as they both had encountered Angelus before, and Oz was his usual self, if he had been worried he made no effort to express any fear at the monster that he had seen emerge once before in Sunnydale. The thought of Angelus terrified Laura though. That one of her friends, a man who had done so much good, helped so many people could be responsible for so much callous brutality and evil sent a shiver right down her spine.
“Hey baby, you don’t call, you don’t write, how’s a vamp supposed to find you?”
Shit. Too late.
Laura turned slowly to face the monster wearing her friend’s face.
“So, you’re the great Angelus then.” Laura said, trying to mask the fear in her voice.
“The one and only.”
“I know this is just a dream. Any minute now the real Angel is gonna pull me out and you’ll go back to the hell you came from.”
“I’ll just have to make sure you die before that happens then.” said Angelus menacingly. ”Shame really, was hoping you would stick around and play for a while. I do love a good torture session, and this dreamland can make me anything I want. Anything that scares the living hell out of you… like this…”
He nodded towards a tray full of long sharp needles, filled with different coloured fluids.
Needles. Why did it have to be needles?
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