Believe In Me
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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4,762
Reviews:
9
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Currently Reading:
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Ten
“Pet, would you slow down a bit?” Spike grumbled as he chased Buffy through the winding back alley’s of London.
Buffy slowed to a stop. “Sorry. I’m just paranoid Angel figured it all out and is hot on our trail somehow.”
“Buffy, he doesn’t have a bloody clue. Probably figures you and I are pissing and moaning about what a jackass he is for keeping secrets. He’s most like brooding about it.”
“You don’t know him very well, do you? He’ll brood for a while, I’ll give you that, but then he’ll start to wonder where we are. And that’s when he’ll come looking for us.”
“Good point. Though we’ll miss everything by running this way. We’re safe enough distance away now, pet.”
Buffy took a deep breath. “All right. Let’s patrol. Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know where to begin to look for her. I mean if she can make herself be where she really isn’t how do we go about looking for that? You can’t even sense her anymore and—“
“Buffy.”
“Yeah?”
“I have the address of where they found the body.”
Buffy’s eyes widened, “You do? And you’re just now telling me?”
“Buffy, you ranted and raved to me about Angel, then got it in your head to go out hunting for the raving lunatic and then jetted off like Supergirl. When have I exactly had the chance?”
“Good point. You get it from Giles?”
”Indirectly. I got it from the file Giles had on his desk with the pictures of Elaine’s body.”
“Lindsey had them in his room.”
“Morbid.”
“Mourning.”
“Still morbid.”
“You’re one to talk about morbid, vampire. You lived in a crypt once upon a time, no?”
Spike shrugged, “Yeah, I did.”
“And didn’t you tell me once how you got off on seeing someone’s entrails all over the place?”
“Pet, I was soulless. Sure, the demon still enjoys the idea of it all, but the soul stops it.”
“I know,” Buffy sighed, “I guess I just understand in some weird way why he’s held onto them. To remember how. I remember when Travers mind fucked me into thinking you and Angel had killed my mother. . . as much as it pained me to think about it, that memory kept me going, kept the rage in me and I fought harder because of it.”
“Luv, I don’t particularly want to remember that time if it’s all the same to you,” Spike said, wrapping an arm about her shoulders as they strolled out of the alley.
“I know, but motivation, Spike. Motivation is key here. Darla wants something more than just hurting those closest to Angel. Elaine wasn’t even close to Angel, she wants to destroy everyone and everything related to him – and Giles.”
“Sounds like plain simple revenge to me, pet.”
“Yeah, it is that, but there is something more. Especially if she’s as possessive of Angel as you say. She wants to draw him out, but I’m betting she knows he’d rather go alone than with someone like, say, us.”
“She’s a murderer, Buffy. She simply knew that Elaine was attached to Lindsey, who is attached to the Council and Giles, who is in turn attached to Angel. She struck where she saw an opportunity.”
“She wants a hard core fight.”
“Seems she’ll be getting one too.”
*********
The abandoned warehouse where Elaine’s screams had been heard, and then her body had later been found had a sinister feel to it. Buffy staved off the shiver she felt coming on with a faked brave front and the use of Spike’s close proximity. It was dank, dark and eerie, and she had never wanted out of a place as much as she wanted out of that one.
Not exactly brave for a girl who’d seen more than her share of gruesome sights and haunted happenings. Sensing her distress, Spike reached out and took her hand firmly in his. “Stay close, kitten.”
“Really? Should I? I was planning on playing hide and seek with the other probably dozen or so corpses no one knows about in this place.”
“No need to get snarky, luv.”
“Defense mechanism. This place gives me a case of the serious wiggins.”
“I’ll second that,” Spike said softly and tugged her closer to him. “There, over in the corner, there it is.”
Buffy moved closer, “How can you—oh, well, her name is still scrawled out in blood. That is . . . disgusting.”
“Hard to get blood out of concrete.”
“They should just burn this place down. What purpose does it serve? To have remnants of victims?”
“Seems that way,” Spike muttered.
“That’s just—“ she stopped. “Do you hear that?” she whispered, straining to hear the noise she’d heard off in the distance.
“Hear what?”
“Ssshhhh.”
Crying. Someone was crying and whimpering. Buffy took off like a shot toward the noise, not wanting some other poor person to face the fate that Elaine had.
“Buffy!” Spike shouted after her as Buffy weaved through crates and rooms and then stopped abruptly when she found the source of that crying. A girl, in the corner of a dank, dark room, on the cold concrete was crying, all huddled into a ball.
Buffy moved forward, “Miss?”
“Buffy, stop,” Spike demanded. “You don’t know what that is.”
“Can I help you?” Buffy asked gently, freeing herself when Spike grabbed her arm. She put her hand on the girls back and flew back with impressive reflexes when the girl snarled and vaulted at her, nearly arching into mid air.
“Buffy!” Spike yelled and advanced just as the girl with the muddied blond hair tore a chunk out of Buffy’s throat.
Buffy slowed to a stop. “Sorry. I’m just paranoid Angel figured it all out and is hot on our trail somehow.”
“Buffy, he doesn’t have a bloody clue. Probably figures you and I are pissing and moaning about what a jackass he is for keeping secrets. He’s most like brooding about it.”
“You don’t know him very well, do you? He’ll brood for a while, I’ll give you that, but then he’ll start to wonder where we are. And that’s when he’ll come looking for us.”
“Good point. Though we’ll miss everything by running this way. We’re safe enough distance away now, pet.”
Buffy took a deep breath. “All right. Let’s patrol. Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know where to begin to look for her. I mean if she can make herself be where she really isn’t how do we go about looking for that? You can’t even sense her anymore and—“
“Buffy.”
“Yeah?”
“I have the address of where they found the body.”
Buffy’s eyes widened, “You do? And you’re just now telling me?”
“Buffy, you ranted and raved to me about Angel, then got it in your head to go out hunting for the raving lunatic and then jetted off like Supergirl. When have I exactly had the chance?”
“Good point. You get it from Giles?”
”Indirectly. I got it from the file Giles had on his desk with the pictures of Elaine’s body.”
“Lindsey had them in his room.”
“Morbid.”
“Mourning.”
“Still morbid.”
“You’re one to talk about morbid, vampire. You lived in a crypt once upon a time, no?”
Spike shrugged, “Yeah, I did.”
“And didn’t you tell me once how you got off on seeing someone’s entrails all over the place?”
“Pet, I was soulless. Sure, the demon still enjoys the idea of it all, but the soul stops it.”
“I know,” Buffy sighed, “I guess I just understand in some weird way why he’s held onto them. To remember how. I remember when Travers mind fucked me into thinking you and Angel had killed my mother. . . as much as it pained me to think about it, that memory kept me going, kept the rage in me and I fought harder because of it.”
“Luv, I don’t particularly want to remember that time if it’s all the same to you,” Spike said, wrapping an arm about her shoulders as they strolled out of the alley.
“I know, but motivation, Spike. Motivation is key here. Darla wants something more than just hurting those closest to Angel. Elaine wasn’t even close to Angel, she wants to destroy everyone and everything related to him – and Giles.”
“Sounds like plain simple revenge to me, pet.”
“Yeah, it is that, but there is something more. Especially if she’s as possessive of Angel as you say. She wants to draw him out, but I’m betting she knows he’d rather go alone than with someone like, say, us.”
“She’s a murderer, Buffy. She simply knew that Elaine was attached to Lindsey, who is attached to the Council and Giles, who is in turn attached to Angel. She struck where she saw an opportunity.”
“She wants a hard core fight.”
“Seems she’ll be getting one too.”
The abandoned warehouse where Elaine’s screams had been heard, and then her body had later been found had a sinister feel to it. Buffy staved off the shiver she felt coming on with a faked brave front and the use of Spike’s close proximity. It was dank, dark and eerie, and she had never wanted out of a place as much as she wanted out of that one.
Not exactly brave for a girl who’d seen more than her share of gruesome sights and haunted happenings. Sensing her distress, Spike reached out and took her hand firmly in his. “Stay close, kitten.”
“Really? Should I? I was planning on playing hide and seek with the other probably dozen or so corpses no one knows about in this place.”
“No need to get snarky, luv.”
“Defense mechanism. This place gives me a case of the serious wiggins.”
“I’ll second that,” Spike said softly and tugged her closer to him. “There, over in the corner, there it is.”
Buffy moved closer, “How can you—oh, well, her name is still scrawled out in blood. That is . . . disgusting.”
“Hard to get blood out of concrete.”
“They should just burn this place down. What purpose does it serve? To have remnants of victims?”
“Seems that way,” Spike muttered.
“That’s just—“ she stopped. “Do you hear that?” she whispered, straining to hear the noise she’d heard off in the distance.
“Hear what?”
“Ssshhhh.”
Crying. Someone was crying and whimpering. Buffy took off like a shot toward the noise, not wanting some other poor person to face the fate that Elaine had.
“Buffy!” Spike shouted after her as Buffy weaved through crates and rooms and then stopped abruptly when she found the source of that crying. A girl, in the corner of a dank, dark room, on the cold concrete was crying, all huddled into a ball.
Buffy moved forward, “Miss?”
“Buffy, stop,” Spike demanded. “You don’t know what that is.”
“Can I help you?” Buffy asked gently, freeing herself when Spike grabbed her arm. She put her hand on the girls back and flew back with impressive reflexes when the girl snarled and vaulted at her, nearly arching into mid air.
“Buffy!” Spike yelled and advanced just as the girl with the muddied blond hair tore a chunk out of Buffy’s throat.