The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,315
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,315
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Watchful Rayne
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: n/a
Current rating:
It was all Inspector Wood could do, to make it to the bathroom on time.
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Slowly and carefully the medical team cleaned all her cuts as Inspector Wood paced in the basement below her. Apparently she could not be moved quite yet until they first finished cleaning her front side, then diagnosed the situation, and figured out how to clean the equally intricate patterns on her backside.
That’s right. Intricate patterns. Mr. Summers had taken a great deal of time torturing his oldest daughter on the steps down to the basement. This led Inspector Wood to think that this was the area of his entrance, or possibly escape. The coroner provided how ever, that Buffy was the last of his victims, and rather then dead, she was in a very deep state of shock.
Wood looked around the room and found a small downstairs cot. Carefully looking over it however, he found no evidence, and instead simply suspected it to be a type of emergency spare room. As he continued his inspection he noticed a few more things, a punching bag in the corner, a big fluffy pillow, with your run-of-the-mill teen book on top, and finally his eyes came to rest on a very old carved wooden box pushed back into the corner.
Walking over to it, Robin sat down and carefully opened it. Inside, he found a small collection of newspaper clippings, a few old diaries, a deflated balloon from a 16th birthday party, a love letter from Buffy’s now dead beau, and then the newest thing in the box, a stack of letters addressed to Buffy Summers, from Hank Summers. Reading through about 3 of them, Robin placed them back in the box and closed it. Mentally he congratulated Mr. Summers, it appeared, that he did have a motive after all.
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The rhythmic beeping of the machine next to her finally pulled Buffy out of her slumber. Opening her eyes, she tried to yell out for her mother for a glass of water, getting ready to explain that she didn’t feel well. But before the word even fell from her lips Buffy’s head slammed back into the hospital-issue pillow as she was hit with an unbelievable migraine. Visions of her 17th birthday party spun around in her head like a psychotic blur. She violently began to twitch on the bed, before an orderly rushed in with an ordinary looking needle. At the sight of it Buffy screamed.
Ben had been doing this job long enough to know what to do on his own. Pretending to set down the needle in the far corner, he walked slowly over to the tied down Buffy. Whispering soothing words, he watched as Buffy slowly calmed. Finally he got to the foot of her bed and started to reach out to brush back her hair, quickly he stabbed the needle into her arm. But before he could gloat on his first single-person injection, Buffy placed all her cards on the table, and with her last ounce of energy before the sedative started working, she kicked him square in the family treasury.
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Ethan Rayne was very well known in the medical community for his dealings with the deranged and often murderously psychotic, so he wasn’t the least bit surprised when he got a call from a one Inspector Wood, down in Sunnydale, California.
After arranging to have her files faxed to him, and ordering to having certain tests done on the girl, he returned to the open file on his desk. The one his trusty aide, Andrew had brought to him personally the night before.
Buffy Summers. A sad story indeed, but then again in the world of Ethan Rayne, there was always a flip side. With a small grin he started setting up a space for what may possibly be, a very long visit from Miss Summers.
As he typed in criteria for a room for Miss Summers into his computer, Ethan glanced down toward the file, and her personal picture. With a small grin, he added that she should be placed near his room. Just in case…
TBC….
Reviews tickle my tummy….
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: n/a
Current rating:
It was all Inspector Wood could do, to make it to the bathroom on time.
******************************
Slowly and carefully the medical team cleaned all her cuts as Inspector Wood paced in the basement below her. Apparently she could not be moved quite yet until they first finished cleaning her front side, then diagnosed the situation, and figured out how to clean the equally intricate patterns on her backside.
That’s right. Intricate patterns. Mr. Summers had taken a great deal of time torturing his oldest daughter on the steps down to the basement. This led Inspector Wood to think that this was the area of his entrance, or possibly escape. The coroner provided how ever, that Buffy was the last of his victims, and rather then dead, she was in a very deep state of shock.
Wood looked around the room and found a small downstairs cot. Carefully looking over it however, he found no evidence, and instead simply suspected it to be a type of emergency spare room. As he continued his inspection he noticed a few more things, a punching bag in the corner, a big fluffy pillow, with your run-of-the-mill teen book on top, and finally his eyes came to rest on a very old carved wooden box pushed back into the corner.
Walking over to it, Robin sat down and carefully opened it. Inside, he found a small collection of newspaper clippings, a few old diaries, a deflated balloon from a 16th birthday party, a love letter from Buffy’s now dead beau, and then the newest thing in the box, a stack of letters addressed to Buffy Summers, from Hank Summers. Reading through about 3 of them, Robin placed them back in the box and closed it. Mentally he congratulated Mr. Summers, it appeared, that he did have a motive after all.
******************************
The rhythmic beeping of the machine next to her finally pulled Buffy out of her slumber. Opening her eyes, she tried to yell out for her mother for a glass of water, getting ready to explain that she didn’t feel well. But before the word even fell from her lips Buffy’s head slammed back into the hospital-issue pillow as she was hit with an unbelievable migraine. Visions of her 17th birthday party spun around in her head like a psychotic blur. She violently began to twitch on the bed, before an orderly rushed in with an ordinary looking needle. At the sight of it Buffy screamed.
Ben had been doing this job long enough to know what to do on his own. Pretending to set down the needle in the far corner, he walked slowly over to the tied down Buffy. Whispering soothing words, he watched as Buffy slowly calmed. Finally he got to the foot of her bed and started to reach out to brush back her hair, quickly he stabbed the needle into her arm. But before he could gloat on his first single-person injection, Buffy placed all her cards on the table, and with her last ounce of energy before the sedative started working, she kicked him square in the family treasury.
******************************
Ethan Rayne was very well known in the medical community for his dealings with the deranged and often murderously psychotic, so he wasn’t the least bit surprised when he got a call from a one Inspector Wood, down in Sunnydale, California.
After arranging to have her files faxed to him, and ordering to having certain tests done on the girl, he returned to the open file on his desk. The one his trusty aide, Andrew had brought to him personally the night before.
Buffy Summers. A sad story indeed, but then again in the world of Ethan Rayne, there was always a flip side. With a small grin he started setting up a space for what may possibly be, a very long visit from Miss Summers.
As he typed in criteria for a room for Miss Summers into his computer, Ethan glanced down toward the file, and her personal picture. With a small grin, he added that she should be placed near his room. Just in case…
TBC….
Reviews tickle my tummy….