Drink Me

Buffy lay curled in a ball, her hands over her eyes, the screaming had stopped she didn't want to come out the other side mad, now she just waited.

She pictured herself away from here, in a field, not in a box.
She pictured herself lying in her own bed, not on the padding of a coffins floor.

When she got to where her captors were taking her she would be ready.

The people who opened it might have dart guns, real guns, stakes, flamethrowers it wouldn't matter; the Slayer would kill them all.

She kept her eyes covered but still sobbed out. "Spike were are you, SPIKE! Please come get me, if you don't when I get out of here you are so going to wish you had."
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"So you reckon that's the gate then," Spike and Browne were sat in Bakull's limo, the Blonde was intently studying the entryway 300 meters ahead of them whilst the vetala loaded and checked their weapons one last time.

"Yep," locked and loaded Browne placed Spikes Heckler and Koch on the floor under his legs then prepared one of his own uzi's. "Remember mate this is the bosses car, just drive 'er up to em steady, an we'll sit 'ere an' watch the gate open up."

Shrugging Spike did as he was told, sidekick he might be but Browne had been right every time so far. Normally he would have found this bloody irritating but tonight was his only chance to save Buffy, he needed his fellow vampires apparent never ending luck.

"Ok then, steady as she goes."

There was a gatehouse next to the entryway; two blue uniformed guards were visible through the glass. They were looking at the limo and at each other, at 50 meters from the gate one of them reached down and pressed a button and the vampires way was cleared.

"Why is everything so fucking easy for you?" Spike's grin was broad, they were home and dry already if the rest of the night was anything to go by.

"Karma."

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"Two sentries on each side of the 'anger, a couple of blokes out at the side of the road and a couple more 'idden near those sheds."

Carefully crawling back into the shadows of hanger 100 Browne rejoined Spike who was busy whittling extra stakes whilst he waited for the vetala to return.

"We've three 'ours to go mate," Morphing Browne's fangs flashed in the moonlight. "Fancy a snack."

Spike glanced at his watch, true nearly three hours left and Browne's hide out was nearby. "Just two of em you say."

Keeping low the two hunters headed for the storage sheds and Bakull's perimeter guards.

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Keeping her eyes closed Buffy ran her hand over the leather interior of the box, trying to find some chink in the resonance of the magic surrounding her. There was none.

*I don't think I've flown, I don't think I'm away from LA, I've not been raped, I'm not naked I've still got my pyjamas on. But it won't last, I won't last, if only I had a stake.....I'd......I'd.......stick it straight up that limey bastard Beresford's ass and give it a very hard twist!*

In her heart though Buffy knew that when the box was opened it would be in such a way that she would be powerless to hurt her captors, and then the pain would really begin.

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The black limousine was a shock to the guards on the front of hanger 104 they hadn't expected their boss to come back till the following evening. The men exchanged glances then one smiled.

"Told you he'd wanna come back and take another look at that little gal, didn't I just."

"You figure," the second guard pulled back the charging lever on the assault rifle he carried. "Cause I don't know, he didn't look like he wanted to fuck her when he looked in the box earlier."

"Well now he does," The limo lights flashed and the first man ran to open the doors, hoping he'd at least get to watch.

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"Are you sure it's him?" Mahmud was puzzled, but not surprised that his master had returned, but unannounced without a phone call at least. "Hold on......"

The hanger doors were locked from the inside, Mahmud stood using the wall phone that was his only connection to the outside world, his finger was poised on the button that would trigger the electronic mechanism that locked and unlocked the doors.

*Why would the master return without calling ahead?* The minion considered the cell phone in his pocket, but then pressed the button, he had seen the look on Bakull's face as he beheld the sleeping Slayer. "Imsallah the girl stays and the English die!"
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Two well-fed vampires sat in the limo and watched their enemies again clear their way.

Browne belched loudly, "Scuse I, didn't realize 'e'd have so much blood in 'im, the fat bastard."

"Don't mention it," having dined handsomely on strip club owner already that night Spike had let his fellow vamp have the larger mortal as they killed the sentries. "Shall we party then?"

"Hit it!"

The limo slammed forward, the mortal with the assault rifle didn't have the slightest chance to jump clear before the vehicle slammed into him, he went up over the bonnet and crunched into the bulletproof windshield. "That had to hurt," Blood was splattered on the glass in front of Spike, then they were in even as the mans body tumbled on the tarmac behind them.

A circle of shocked faces, two small jet aircraft, and a silver box on the hanger floor and a cacophony of gunfire as Browne let rip through a firing port in the passenger side window with his Uzi. All this flashed by Spike as he began to make 360-degree circuits of the spacious building.

Return fire pattered against the cars armoured sides but the majority of Bakull's guards just dived or ran for cover. Two of the mortals were down and several vampires bleeding as Spike drove the Limo round and round the hanger slamming any obstructions out of the way.

Mahmud couldn't believe what he was seeing, his masters own car used as a trap against him. Carefully he aimed at the vehicle with an assault rifle and fired off the whole clip......at the tires.

"Oh fuck!" Spike wrestled hard with the wheel as his right side tires blew, the vehicle slammed out of control into a wall. "Out we bloody go then." He snatched his gun of the floor even as Browne dived out.

Screaming a vampire ran at the vetala a pistol blazing in his hand, a bullet grazed Browne's neck even as he cut his target down, sawing the vamps legs away with half a clip.

Exiting the vehicle Spike cut down a mortal with a burst then fired over his adversary’s heads as he ran for cover. He failed to notice the perimeter guards running in through the hanger doors however and a bullet in the chest slammed him to the ground beside a pile of crates.

Screaming indecipherable battle cries two mortals ran towards him weapons poised, Spike met them with controlled fire both were flung back dead.

But the firefight had swung towards Bakull's men, both the English vamps were pinned down as Mahmud reorganized his forces.

His master was dead Mahmud was certain of this, how else had the infidel dogs secured the car he had taken such pride in driving. Their identity, they worked for Beresford of that he was certain, the Slayer was their certain objective.

His orders had been simple, drawing a stake he ran for the box, kill the girl and leave his enemies empty handed. It was what the Turk would have wanted, a suitable revenge.

Browne took aim at Mahmud as he ran but was driven down by automatic fire, Spike was locked in his own battle trying to keep the hanger doors clear of Bakull's mortal helpers, he didn't even see the attack on his friend.

Keying the combination in Mahmud threw the lid open and stabbed down right handed at the blue and blond form within......or tried to.

"Hey guess what," his hand was locked in mid air by a clawed hand that emerged from the magic box. "I woke up...and I'm hungry."

Before the vampire could even try to struggle a morphed Buffy grabbed him by the throat and pulling him in the box with her, savagely the Slayer sank her fangs into the minion’s neck. His circulation was poor but as a powerful lords servant he was well fed, she drained quite a lot of borrowed blood before he ripped clear leaving tendrils of flesh on her fangs.

"Hey come back here!" she shouted after his stumbling form. "I'm still thirsty, is that anyway to entertain a guest?"

Whipping up the fallen stake Buffy threw it hard, Mahmud took it in the back and disintegrated.

"Were the hell am I?" About to stand up Buffy suddenly took in the staring faces......and the guns. "OH SHIT!"

The box tilted over as Buffy threw herself back, and behind it. Bullets sent up showers of sparks as they struck the silvered underside but none penetrated the strengthened metal.

With his opponents distracted Browne was back in the game, his Uzi roared as he took three of them down.

Spike rolled forward and coming up to his knees behind an oil drum fired over the top of his new cover taking a vampire out with a headshot.

Then the opposition melted away, their leader down, their boss nowhere to be seen the survivors ran.

"BUFFY!" Spike was in pain but jubilant. "Kitten, come on luv, I'm over here."

"SPIKE!" Buffy turned and seeing the blond vampire sprinted over and threw herself at him, both hit the ground hard the Slayer on top. "I'm so totally, utterly, absolutely, stupendously, awesomely...." A gap developed as she kissed him.” Glad to see you."

It was more that just his wounds that was making Spike feel light headed at this point, a silk clad lithe Slayer pressed against you is a pleasant sensation indeed, still he gasped out. "I'm glad to see you to pet, really glad."

Two gunshots cracked out behind them, grabbing a stake from Spike's coat pocket Buffy would have thrown it at a pistol armed vampire

standing behind them were it not for a rapid. "He's with me ducks."

Smiling Browne gave the Slayer a brief bow. "James Cahill Browne at your service Miss," he winked at Spike. "If you two love birds is finished perhaps we can get this motor going again before the cops arrive, that's unless you wants to take on the LAPD as well."

The left side tires were now as flat as those on the right, the car might have to run on its wheels but it would run. Throwing a rear door open Browne held it while Buffy helped her wounded saviour in. "You two relax, I'll get us out of 'ere."

"Another god damned Britisher." Buffy looked at Spike. "And a vampire too, where'd you find him, can we trust him?"

The car moved off even as Spike replied. "Yes he is to both, he found me, an' he hates the liver and lights of Lord Charles bloody Beresford, provided you let him kill the toffy nosed bastard he'll 'elp you all he can."

"What?" Buffy looked like she was ready to pout. "You negotiated away my slaying rights....that is so unfair, I'm the Slayer here not some weird vamp with a big moustache."

"Sorry luv," Spike tut tutted and shook his head in mock sadness. "But having seen him torture people....."

"Why is he good?"

"Sometimes he even scares the shit out of me."

"Perhaps I shouldn't be so hasty, after all he is a guest in this country." Buffy tucked her feet up under her legs and rested her face on Spike's leather clad shoulder. "We're we going to do....something....something kind of nice before we got disturbed and I got kidnapped."

"Yeah....."

Even as the two kissed Browne slammed the limo through the perimeter fence and pulled up alongside the De Soto. Opening the window that separated the two compartments he grinned at the sight that greeted him.

"If you two could stop tradin' spit for ten minutes, I reckon I could get us all to shelter." He looked at his watch. "The sun will be 'ere soon, and that matters to you, Spike, if not to your girl."

Spike flashed him the vee sign, but a few seconds later pulled clear of the Slayers questing tongue. "Sorry Buffy, but he's right."

"Ok," Buffy turned to her new 'friend', "You drive, you drive fast, any unnecessary rear mirror usage and I fill your eye sockets with holy water..... understood."

Stunned Browne could only nod. Then hastened to obey thinking. *Vampire Queen indeed, typical bloody royalty not a word of thanks......she's bloody pretty though, I wonder if gratitude might extend to a quick......*