The Real Riley Finn

A/N - Thanks Nicky.

Riley gets up and leaves. He walks to the Magic Box. He can hear Buffy in the back training. He enters the Magic Box.

Riley: She in there?

Xander: She's training.

Riley: Would you guys mind clearing out? I need a minute alone with her.

Xander nods, gets his jacket. Anya makes some remarks about tricks with the vaulting horse, and she and Xander leave. Riley locks the doors and draws the blinds. He goes out to the training room. Buffy doesn't hear him enter. She's too busy working out her frustrations with the punching bag.

Riley: We need to talk.

Buffy: I don't want to talk to you.

Riley: I realize that. (He grabs her arm and turns her around.) I don't expect... I just need you to hear me out.

Buffy: Fine. Get your hands off of me.

Riley tightens his grip on Buffy's arms. "No, we're gonna do this my way."

Buffy fights to escape his grasp. She can't. Fear creeps over her entire being. What has he done? Why can't I get free? I should be able to kick his ass from here to kingdom come.

Riley smiles. "Things have changed honey." He throws her across the room and she hits the far wall.

"How?"

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, you'd be amazed at all the things Professor Walsh left behind." He kicks her in the ribs then pulls her to her feet by her wrists. He punched her repeatedly in the face and upper torso. Her nose was broken as was her jaw and several ribs. The only reason she was still upright was because he was holding her up.

He threw her to the floor. "Did you think that you could do that to me, Buffy? Huh? Did you?" he screamed as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He knew she was slipping in and out of consciousness but he was beyond caring.

He withdrew a small dagger from his left boot and cut her clothes from her body. He turned her over so that she was lying on her back. He positioned himself across her pelvis and ran the cold steel down over her body. He circled each breast with the blade leaving shallow wounds.

He was enjoying this. This was real power. He pulled down his pants and slammed his steel hard erection into her dry vagina. He rammed into her until he was ready for his release. He withdrew from her positioning himself over her where he masturbated himself to orgasm spraying his semen over her face and breasts. He was still hard. He flipped Buffy over onto her stomach and shoved his full length into her anus in one swift, uncaring motion. Soon his orgasm approached again, and he came inside her. "God, Buffy, I should have done this a long time ago. Who's the helpless kitten now?"

He found a box of magic wands on the lower shelf. He picked one up and sodomized her with it repeatedly. He looked at his watch and smiled. "Sorry, but I gotta run." He looked down at Buffy and laughed. He shoved her over onto her back with his boot, picked up the dagger, and plunged it into her abdomen. "Goodnight, Princess."

He left the Magic Box, his gait was light, and his heart was singing.

It was almost 9:30 p.m. so Spike got ready and left his crypt to meet Buffy for patrol. Spike could smell fresh blood as he neared the Magic Box. Buffy's blood. He ran the rest of the way. He ran to the training room what he saw ripped at his heart. Buffy was a crumpled heap on the floor, unconscious and bleeding. Spike knew that she was near death. Her heart beat was slow, and her pulse was weak and thready. He knew Riley had done this. He could smell him all over her. He knew she had been raped. It was then he noticed the dagger in her abdomen. He knew better than to remove it...that could make things worse. He took his duster off and put it over her. He picked her up and carried her to Sunnydale General.

He burst through the Emergency Room doors nearly knocking over a young woman. "We need some help over here!!!"

An older nurse turned around and saw the wounded girl in his arms. "Gurney, Stat," she shouted to an orderly. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure. I found her like this."

"Are you family?"

"No, just a friend. Her mum works at the gallery down town." He recited the phone number to the nurse.

They whisked Buffy away as Spike stood looking on. While the medical staff was attending to her, he figured it best to call Willow. He figured they would call Joyce...next of kin and all that. He slowly picked up the phone and dialed Willow and Tara's number. Willow answered. "Listen, Red, Buffy's at the hospital. They're calling her mum. I think you oughta get over 'ere."

"What happened?"

"Not over the phone, luv, but let me just say that Joyce is gonna need someone to lean on right now."

"I'll call Xander and Giles."

"No, Willow, just you. Nobody else 'k?"

"Spike, what happened? Why shouldn't I call Xander and Giles?"

"Willow, just trust me when I tell you she's not gonna want to see them right now."

"What about Riley?"

Spike cringed, "just you, okay Red?"

"I'm on my way."

Spike hung up the phone and took a deep unneeded breath. Just then a nurse came around the corner. "Did you bring in Miss Summers?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Jessica," the nurse said, "Detective Martin has been assigned to investigate this assault. She's in the conference room." She pointed to the door to her left. "I think she may have some questions for you."

Spike nodded and headed to the conference room. There were two women seated at the table. One wore hospital scrubs and a lab coat. He recognized her as Dr. Louisa Lopez. She was well known in the demon community as she gave medical care where needed regardless of species. The other woman was older with a grim expression. Dr. Lopez stood up and extended her hand to Spike. "I'm Dr. Lopez, and this is Detective Martin."

Spike shook her hand. "Sp...William, William Cavanaugh."

"Well, Mr. Cavanaugh," started Det. Martin, "We found semen from two different contributors."

"One of those would be me, if that's what you're askin'."

She looked up from her note pad. "What time did you and Miss Summers have intercourse?"

"This afternoon, then she left to meet her friends at the Magic Box, work out, and I was supposed to meet her at the Magic Box at 10 p.m. That's when I found her."

"Do you have any idea who might want to hurt her like this?"

"Yeah, I'd say her ex, Riley Finn, had an axe to grind."

"Why would you think he'd do something like this?"

"Because he's a wanker." The detective frowned. "Buffy dumped him because he had lied to her. He went behind her back seeing other women. He didn't take it so well." He pulled his shirt down over his shoulder showing the detective the still unhealed wound that Riley had inflicted earlier with the plastic stake. "Well he did this to me after she left him, cause I'm the one who told her what was happening."

The detective gasped. The wound was deep. At first she figured he was the suspect, but now she was wondering if maybe he was telling her the truth. "Would you say he's unstable?"

Spike cocked his eyebrow, "I think unstable is the understatement of the century."

"We're going to need a DNA sample from you to determine..."

Spike cut her off, "Anything she needs."

Dr. Lopez got up and retrieved the items she needed to take the required samples from Spike. "I'll be back in a few minutes," said Det. Martin.

"You're a vampire," Dr. Lopez stated casually.

"Yeah, and she's the slayer."

Dr. Lopez was surprised. "I'll see what I can do without trying to give them vampire DNA. I think that would leave a lot of questions. From the samples I've recovered from her, I know the rapist is human."

"That he is, luv, that he is."

Joyce Summers came running into the Emergency Room of Sunnydale General frantic with worry. "Excuse me, Miss, I'm looking for my daughter, Buffy Summers."

"Mrs. Summers?" came a voice from behind her.

"Yes."

"I'm Dr. Gardner. I'm one of the doctors working on your daughter. She's still in the operating room."

"Oh my God! Is she going to be alright?"

"I think we should go over here." Dr. Gardner said pointing to a quiet area of the waiting room. "Buffy has a lot of injuries. She was severely beaten, raped, and stabbed. She has multiple broken bones, there's been a great deal of internal bleeding, and her bowel has been perforated. She also lost a lot of blood. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that if the young man who brought her here hadn't found her when he did, she'd already be dead."

"Where is this young man?" Joyce questioned, figuring it was probably Riley.

"He's in the conference room over there with Det. Martin." one of the nurses offered.

Joyce nodded, walked over to the conference room, and knocked. "Come in," she heard a woman answer. She opened the door and saw Spike sitting at the end of the conference table. She ran over to him and hugged him tightly. She broke down in tears on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and gently patted her back. "Shh, luv, it's gonna be right as rain. You'll see. She'll be fine. You know she will." Joyce pulled back, her eyes locked with Spike's, "She's gonna be fine." he said softly but firmly.

Det. Martin cleared her throat. Joyce turned around. "Who are you?"

Joyce pointed to herself, "Me? I'm Joyce Summers. Buffy's mother."

Det. Martin nodded. Spike spoke up, "Joyce, this is Det. Martin. She's investigating the assault."

Joyce extended her hand to Det. Martin.

Dr. Lopez entered. "Well, I just finished the preliminary labs. Mr. Cavanaugh's blood type matches the samples we recovered from the vagina. He doesn't match the samples taken from the victims face, torso, or anus. Your rapist is A+. Mr. Cavanaugh is not."

Det. Martin nodded. "I'm done with you for now Mr. Cavanaugh but don't leave town."

"No worries."

Joyce looked surprised. "What samples? What are you talking about?"

"Mrs. Summers, as Mr. Cavanaugh was first on the scene, he was a suspect. However, the evidence seems to point to his innocence in this matter."

Joyce nodded. Shock was evident on her face. She turned to Spike. "You and Buffy?"

Spike wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He didn't speak. He just nodded and lowered his head.

"When?"

"Earlier today," was his simple and honest answer.

"I always knew there was something between you two. You've both been running from your feelings since the whole Angelus truce."