Dreams and Nightmares

A/N: WARNING- SLASH undertones/Sodomy/Torture


Part 7

One night after patrol Spike and Angel made their way to one of the demon bars again in search of any information that would lead to Travers.

Unbeknownst to them, they were being tailed by a tag team of demons of various species. All responsible for the sudden burst in demon activity in Sunnydale. All working for Travers for a fee and a chance to take down the slayer.

After ordering their drinks, they methodically worked the room interrogating and threatening dubious characters. Neither noticed the bar keep slip the sedative he was given by Travers’ demons into their drinks.

After the bar’s clientele proved to be a waste of time, Spike and Angel returned to the Summers’ home. Shortly after they arrived, the Scoobies headed out. Xander was driving everyone home. Spike and Buffy headed upstairs, and after checking on Dawn to make sure she was already asleep, they turned in. Angel took up his post on the couch.

When they got into the bedroom, Spike complained about being really tired all of a sudden and wanted to go straight to sleep. Buffy thought it odd since Spike always stayed up and purred to the baby long after she had fallen asleep but she didn’t make a big deal out of it. After all, Spike had been patrolling every night since her attack, in addition to spending his days researching and training with her so he was probably just working too hard. So without much delay, they settled in for the night.

Downstairs, Angel found it difficult to keep his eyes open. Within minutes, he was in a deep sleep.

About half an hour later

That’s when it happened. Buffy woke up wanting a drink of water. She tried waking Spike to ask him to get it because she felt like a huge watermelon and simply moving was a big deal, but she couldn’t rouse him, which was so unusual because he could be such a light sleeper. Now, however, he was sleeping like the dead, kind of like the year before when she threw those candles to wake him. She chuckled at the irony and the memory. So, after much effort she managed to make her way downstairs. There, she saw that Angel had fallen asleep with the TV on. She tried talking to him, but like Spike, he seemed completely out. A creepy feeling crawled down her spine, but again she shrugged it off. They were obviously just tired. She got her water and while she was in the kitchen she saw her handbag. There she plugged her cell phone into the charger and went back upstairs. As she passed Angel again, she saw that Anya had accidentally left her handbag next to the couch. ‘I’ll call her in the morning and let her know. Anya would probably die if she knew she’d left it.’ Once upstairs, she checked on Dawn once more. The teen was still snuggled safely in her bed. Releasing a sigh of relief, Buffy made her way back to her bedroom with Spike.

Just as she was about to walk back into the bedroom, the entire house suddenly shook violently, as if an earthquake hit but it sounded more like an explosion. The force of the shock made Buffy fall forward, dropping her glass of water and causing it to shatter. Fortunately, her slayer reflexes helped her break her fall and instead of landing directly on her stomach, she fell onto her side. ‘What the hell was THAT?’ Suddenly, she heard Dawn’s sleepy voice, asking the same question she’d just asked herself. When Dawn’s sleep clogged mind registered that her sister was on the floor, she ran over and began to help her up. Buffy was unhurt, she hadn’t even gotten cut with the glass, but that’s not what was on her mind. Whatever caused the house to shake was loud enough to wake Dawn, Dawn who sleeps like a corpse, but Spike and Angel, who really were dead, well undead, anyway, but were both light sleepers remained undisturbed. ‘What was going on?’

In answer to her question, the front and back doors of her house were suddenly broken in by two huge demons, and many of the windows smashed. Within seconds a small army of demons and men stormed into the house and had the place surrounded. Buffy grabbed Dawn and they both ran into the bedroom with Spike. There she desperately tried to wake him and Dawn tried calling the Scoobies for back up. The phone was dead. Travers. Buffy thought of her cell phone but then remembered that it was downstairs charging. ‘Damn!’ They heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Buffy took out a few weapons and passed one to Dawn. Spike and Angel were obviously out, she and Dawn would have to fend for themselves. The bedroom door came down next and several demons entered the room.

They attacked. Buffy and Dawn fought with all their might and there were many demon casualties. But, there were too many of them and despite Buffy’s being a slayer, she was also very pregnant and tiring quickly, the demons used that to their advantage. They surrounded her and targeted her stomach strategically, although, following Travers’ orders, they never actually hit her there. Of course, instinctually she tried to shield herself and that opened her up to attacks from behind. After about twenty minutes, she was panting heavily and they were closing in. Soon she was on the floor and subdued. Then she was picked up and taken away, all the while screaming for Spike and Angel. Dawn was already tied up and gagged in a corner. Within minutes, Travers and his men left the house with the slayer. Travers was delighted. His plan worked. The gem forged by the warlock he’d found was indeed powerful enough to disrupt the wicca’s protection spell. He had counted on the vampires going to a bar and providing him the opportunity to slip the ingredients of a slumber spell into their drinks. They should be asleep for hours and by the time they woke up, the slayer would be dead and he and the baby would be long gone.

What he didn’t count on however, was Anya’s obsession with money, especially her own.

Some time after she’d gotten to her apartment, Anya realized that she’d left her purse at Buffy’s house. She tried calling Buffy several times to ask her to protect it because it had lots of cash in it but Buffy’s phone just rang and rang. The answering machine didn’t even pick up. So, Anya called Xander and nagged him to come and get her so she could get her purse. When she told him that she couldn’t get through to Buffy, Xander got worried. Buffy had call waiting so the phone shouldn’t be busy, unless someone accidentally left it off the hook, but Anya reminded him that it wasn’t busy, it just rang. She said she also tried Buffy’s cell phone but all she got was Buffy’s voice mail. The phone was probably off. Xander said he’d come and get her but before he left he tried calling Buffy himself. There was no denying it, Buffy’s main phone was dead and he knew it had been working earlier that evening, he’d used it to order pizza. Something was wrong. Xander was now frantic. He called Giles and the other Scoobies. They were meeting at 1630 Ruvello immediately. This was an emergency!

As they approached the house, they could see the destruction to the doors and windows. There clearly was an attack. The entire gang entered the house in search of anyone. Angel was still asleep on the couch. Willow and Tara tried waking him as Giles and Xander went in search of Buffy. Anya got her purse. They found Spike also asleep in the bedroom and Dawn bound and gagged in a corner, crying her eyes out. When they released her, she told them what happened as clearly as she could in her hysterical state. The point was clear though, Travers must have done something to Spike and Angel and then came and took Buffy. ‘What were they going to do now? How were they going to find Buffy?’
Although they knew it was a futile gesture, they asked Willow to try a location spell. Perhaps Travers didn’t have another Béjan orb to block her spells. Not surprisingly, it didn’t work. They needed to do something, NOW! Tara looked at the sleeping forms of Angel and Spike and knew that they would go ballistic when they realized that the house was attacked and Buffy was abducted while they slept through it all. And although she really didn’t want to face either of them when they came to that realization, she knew they had to find a way to wake them up. If anyone would be able to find Buffy, Spike would.

She looked at Willow and pulled out a spell book. There was an energy radiating off of both vampires that made her suspect that a slumber spell was being used. After locating a counter spell that would break it, the two wiccas began to chant. After about five minutes, both vampires were awake, stunned and furious.

Travers was going to pay.

Giles took charge, they couldn’t waste any more time.

“Spike, can you feel Buffy or the baby at all?” He sincerely hoped that the slumber spell didn’t affect his link to the slayer and the baby.
“Um, yeah, I can still feel her and the baby, um, they’re not too far away. Buffy is terrified, something is happening. We need to hurry!” Spike’s mind was working; he was focusing on his bond with them.

Angel was shocked. He knew that Buffy and Spike were close and that he was really into the baby but he never knew that Spike had a bond with them such that he could actually feel them and locate them. He just chalked it up to his closeness to Buffy. Angel certainly didn’t have such a connection with them. He only had that kind of connection with Connor, his son, his own child. Suddenly, all that Buffy was trying to tell him made sense; or rather, he finally allowed himself to accept it. As realization dawned, it was bittersweet. The child was Spike’s. Disappointment and relief warred against each other within the older vampire. He was disappointed because he’d always wanted a child with Buffy; he loved her. Even though another child would have complicated his life, he had held onto that hope. After all, of the two vampires with souls, he was the one with a child, not Spike. It made sense to think that he’d fathered Buffy’s baby as well. But at the same time, despite his disappointment, there was also relief. His curse still prevented them from being together, not to mention she’d never have a normal life. But, with Spike, even though she still wouldn’t have a normal life, at least she could really experience love and passion in all their beauty. She could be happy with Spike, and clearly, she was. In that moment, Angel found closure. He could walk away and love her from a distance, the memories of their love a solace. But he knew this chapter in his life was now closed.
Now, they just needed to rescue her.

In a warehouse across town

Buffy was strapped onto a metal table. Her clothes were cut through to expose her abdomen. It had taken a while for them to wrestle her out of the van and into the building. She had been stalling for something although she had no idea how she was going to escape, or how the sleeping vampires and a bound and gagged Dawn were going to help her. But that was a while ago. Now she was waiting for whatever they were going to do to her next.
Travers walked in and smiled smugly at her. She wanted to rip him to pieces. There was a doctor in the room with them.
“Ms. Summers, I am so glad you could join us.” Travers eyes were filled with malice.
“You won’t get my baby!” Buffy screamed at him. She might be restrained but she would not go down quietly.
“YOUR baby? YOUR baby?” Travers’ tone was incredulous. “My dear, Ms. Summers, just because you carried this child and it bears your DNA does not make it YOURS! I arranged your little, uh, rendezvous, shall we say, with your vampire lovers in Dutton. I went to all the trouble to get you pregnant. YOU would not be pregnant if it weren’t for me. This child would not exist if it weren’t for me. This is MY baby. You are nothing more than the vessel I used to accomplish my goal.”
He caressed her abdomen possessively as he spoke causing her to shrink away from him as a chill ran down her spine. The maniacal gleam in his eyes betrayed his insanity. The man was indeed mad.
“You bastard, when I get free from this table, I’m going to…” she never finished as Travers violently backhanded her across the face. He was surprisingly strong. Buffy just glared.
“Doctor, it is time to take the baby.” Buffy’s eyes widened in fear. As the doctor approached, Travers continued speaking to him, “Unfortunately, if I weren’t concerned about people hearing her scream, I would have you skip the anesthetic entirely. I think I would get great pleasure from hearing her scream as you cut into her. When she was in Dutton, her screams brought me such satisfaction.”
Then he looked back at Buffy as he spoke to her again, “Too bad I couldn’t enjoy your charms myself during your time there. Oh well, if only I had the time. But then, perhaps I won’t kill you tonight after I take the baby. Maybe I’ll take you with me and keep you to play with for a while.” Just then he grasped her breast and squeezed.
She cringed in revulsion at his touch and renewed her struggles against her bonds. An evil chuckle escaped his lips at her show of defiance.
“Anyway, proceed with the operation.” Travers was supremely satisfied with himself. All along he had intended to simply kill Buffy once he had the baby but now, after taunting her, he was seriously considering taking her powers and keeping her to entertain himself with.

The doctor approached Buffy and gave her a shot for a regional anesthetic. Travers clearly intended to take the baby by C-section. After the shot was administered, he waited for it to take effect. As she noticed the gradual loss of sensation from her waist down, Buffy started to cry. ‘She couldn’t lose this baby, not now, not like this!’ Travers smiled at her tears.

Just outside the warehouse, Willow located the Béjan orb and smashed it, taking down Travers’ protection spell. Spike, Angel and the rest of the Scoobies were dispatching Travers’ army and closing in.

After a while, the doctor checked to ensure that the anesthetic was working. Just as he was walking over to his tray of instruments the door opened and Buffy heard someone call Travers away. Something was up. As he left, Travers ordered the doctor to proceed.

The doctor glanced over at Buffy. She was weeping uncontrollably. He had no idea what was happening, all he knew was that he was getting paid a lot of money to do this procedure off the books. He decided to ignore his conscience that was screaming that this was wrong and instead listened to the sounds of cash registers in his head. He carried his instrument tray over to the table she was on and picked up his scalpel.
“No, please, Oh God! Don’t do this, please don’t take her away from me!” Buffy was begging.
The doctor silently wished he’d used a general anesthetic instead of just a regional. At least that way, she wouldn’t be able to beg and plead with him, or look at him with those big green eyes that were slowly melting his resolve.
‘No, no focus on the monou iou idiot!” He bolstered himself against her pleas and this time, avoiding her eyes, he moved towards her abdomen.

Just as his scalpel grazed her skin she closed her eyes tight, she couldn’t watch. The moment seemed to last an eternity.

Then, almost out of a dream, she heard a familiar British accent.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, mate!”
Her eyes snapped open and she could hardly believe what she saw. There was Spike, in game face, holding the wrist of the hand with the scalpel, in what must have been an extremely painful grip. The doctor looked like he was about to pass out.
“Drop it!” Spike’s order was quickly obeyed.
When the scalpel and the other instruments were a safe distance from Buffy, he instructed the doctor to unstrap her from the bed. When she was free, Spike punched the doctor square in the face, knocking him unconscious.

The others showed up then, although Angel was missing. Giles had gotten Dr. Claiborne who then walked in and without a word stepped over the unconscious doctor on the floor and towards Buffy. After examining her and talking to her briefly, she determined that she was probably only given an anesthetic for the C-section but she suggested that they take Buffy to her own clinic just to make sure that everything was fine. Realizing that Buffy couldn’t walk because of the anesthetic, Spike gladly covered her with his duster and scooped her up to carry her to the car.

The doctor on the floor was then bound and taken for interrogation.

As they were leaving, Angel suddenly appeared with a smirk on his face. He walked over to Spike and after kissing Buffy briefly on the forehead, mumbled something into Spike’s ear. Something that made Spike very happy. He nodded and through silent communication, they agreed to meet at the mansion once everything was ok with Buffy and the baby.

Dr. Claiborne’s Clinic

Everything was fine. Buffy’s would-be-surgeon sang like a canary when faced with Spike in game face. As Sydney had suspected, Buffy onl only given a regional anesthetic, nothing more. After a few hours, the anesthetic wore off and Buffy could walk but Sydney insisted on keeping her overnight for monitoring, especially since she was physically assaulted when she was taken from her home. She didn’t want to risk any problems from possible internal injuries, especially this late in her term. Anything could push her into labor. Spike was relieved that Buffy was going to stay in the clinic with the others. He and Angel had some unfinished business to take care of. So, the gang stayed with Buffy at the clinic while she slept in a private room. Giles and Dawn stayed in the room with her as Sydney went about running tests and simply keeping an eye on her patient. ‘Travers would have to go through all of them to get to her now.’

As Spike headed out of the clinic and towards the mansion, he saw a Sunnydale police officer walking around and taking a smoke. He approached the officer, asking for a light. Seconds later, the officer was on the ground, unconscious, his policeman’s club was missing.


The mansion – Warning: SLASH undertones/Sodomy/Torture

Quentin Travers awoke slowly. His head throbbed and he felt like he’d been run over by a lorry. He looked around and had no idea where he was. The room he was in was only slightly illuminated. As he tried to move his hands to his head, he realized he was chained. ‘What the bloody hell?’ Then the memories began to come to him. He wasn’t run over by a truck exactly, more like a large, angry vampire. ‘Angel!’
When he was called out of the room just as the doctor was about to take the baby, his assistant told him there was a disturbance outside. Just as he was going to check the monitors, he was tackled by something dark, fast and brutal. ‘Angel!’ There was only darkness after that.

Just then he heard someone enter the room he was chained in. There, before him stood Angel and Spike. Both in game face. Both exuding power and fury. Travers refused to show his fear.
“Well, if it isn’t Angelus and William the Bloody? I see that you two have finally caught up with me. Although I must say that I expected demons of your reputation to have done so long before this.” Travers knew he was playing with fire but he was beyond caring. He knew he’d never be able to escape both of them but perhaps they’d kill him quickly if he aggravated them enough. He decided to push a little harder, “It’s too bad Ms. Summers isn’t here to join us, you two seemed to enjoy her company so much when you were in Dutton. ” That did it. Almost.
He never saw the blow coming but Spike made sure to keep him conscious. It wouldn’t be any fun if he weren’t. Travers spit blood when he stopped choking. The force of the blow must have cracked a few ribs. He was having difficulty breathing.

Spike then handed Angel the police club that he’d swiped from the Sunnydale officer, ensuring that Travers saw the exchange. Spike then sat on a nearby chair.

“Don’t even bother Travers. We’re not rising to the bait. We’re just here for two things. The first is to tell you that Buffy and the baby are fine. You will never get your hands on them ever again. And the second,” a purely evil smile crossed Spike’s face, “is to make sure that you never get your hands on them again.”
He waited a bit before proceeding. “You see, from what I’ve heard, you like locking helpless little girls in rooms with big bad demons and then letting the demons have their fun. You did that to Buffy on her 18th birthday and again in Dutton.”
“So, what I do to Buffy is my business. I am a watcher, she is mine to use as I wish.” Travers was defiant.
“I sincerely beg to differ, mate!” His eyes flashed in warning. “She belongs to no one but herself and what you do to her is far beyond your business.” Spike’s voice was low and menacing. After a brief pause, he began again, speaking very slowly; letting the significance of his words sink in.
“Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in a room with two out of control demons, the likes of me and Angel here?”
“Do you have any idea what it feels like to beg for them to stop but all they do is come at you again and again?” He stopped once again, savoring the moment before going on. He looked at Angel briefly; then back at Travers.
“Do you know what it’s like to have something long and hard shoved into every orifice of your body?” He waited a beat, “Well, I think it’s time you found out.” The smirk on Spike’s face told Travers exactly what was going to happen next. “I don’t have any Coitalium here with me, but I’m sure my friend Angel can help us out there.”

Travers, who was silent up till now, started screaming and struggling just as Angel introduced his rear to the club in his hands. Angel thrust the club in hard and fast releasing all of his anger into the act and channeling it up into Travers’ ass with all of his vampiric strength.

Travers screamed. He begged for mercy. He made empty promises to leave Buffy and the baby alone. He used every device he could think of to appease them. Nothing worked. Angel unleashed unholy hell on Travers’ ass not once thinking about giving the man a reprieve. Buffy had none. Angel felt no remorse.

In fact, he was quite delighted to sit back and let Angelus out to play for a while.

After some time had passed, Angel stopped. He wanted to keep Travers conscious.

Then Spike asked the barely conscious man, “Have you ever had to suck something long and hard that had just violated you?” Just then, Angel shoved the blood-smeared club in his face.
Travers realized what they wanted and groaned, “This is madness, you can’t make me
…” His statement was never finished because Angel grasped his hair and using the very same death grip he’d used on Buffy in Dutton, made him lick and suck his own blood off of the club. Travers was weeping. He’d never experienced such pain or humiliation before.

The torture continued for several more hours and then when there was only an hour or so before dawn, Spike leaned over Travers’ limp body.
“So, can you tell me you know what it feels like now? Spike was getting ready to close the deal. When Travers only whimpered, Spike went on, “Didn’t think so, mate!”
“Oh God! Please help me!” Travers could barely speak.
Spike looked at him for a few moments, their work here was done. Although he’d left instructions for them to call Angel’s cell phone if anything changed with Buffy, he could feel the dawn coming and wanted to get back to the clinic to check on her. He decided to end this, he didn’t enjoy torture like he used to.
“Well Travers, unfortunately, Angel and I don’t have the time to spend showing you all the skills we’ve acquired torturing people over the centuries. We’ve got a pregnant slayer to take care of. But, we’ll be sure to tell her you said goodbye.”

That’s when Travers knew he was going to die.
Spike crouched over and pulled his head back, exposing Travers’ neck as he bared his fangs.
Travers screamed. A bone-chilling scream that reverberated off the walls of the room. A scream that echoed down the long hallway of the mansion’s cellar. A scream that was abruptly silenced when his throat was ripped out.

Dr. Claiborne’s Clinic

Just before dawn, Spike and Angel returned to the clinic. Both had thoroughly cleaned up after dumping the body. As soon as Giles saw them he knew Travers was dead. They simply looked at him and nodded. Giles nodded in return. There was no need for words. It was over. Spike went straight into Buffy’s room. As soon as he walked in she looked up. She’d been awake for a while.
“I hear you and Angel shared some vamp bonding time.” She’d been asking for him for a while but Giles wouldn’t give her any details. She hoped Spike would tell her where he was. She always hated it when Angel kept things from her to “protect” her.
“Yeah, the Poof and I had some stuff to do. How are you feeling, luv?” Spike didn’t want to keep anything from her but he wasn’t sure how much to tell.
“I’m better now that you’re back. I was getting a little worried there.”
“You’ve no need to worry pet, we had some, uh, unfinished business to take care of is all.” He took her hand and squeezed it gently.
“Unfinished business?” Her eyes were large and bright. “Travers?”
After a moment he met her eyes. “Yes, Travers.” After a beat he added, “He’ll never bother you again.” He said it, plain and simple. She knew what he meant.
Buffy looked away briefly, inwardly grappling with her duty to protect and her own desire for revenge.
Spike hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face. When she looked at him again he spoke softly, “Are you ok with that?”
She looked down again and after a moment took his hand and looked at him once more, “I trust you Spike. I trust your judgment. If he weren’t taken care of now, he’d only come back and try to take her again. And if he had ever hurt her, whether today, tomorrow or five years from now, I wouldn’t have hesitated a second to take him out myself.” The sincerity in her voice put him at ease.
They hugged and kissed. The kiss deepened and their tongues mingled, tasting each other and vying for dominance. Then Spike climbed up into the bed and snuggled in with her. Moments later, the baby began moving as he purred. Eventually they fell asleep.


Later that afternoon, Dawn brought Buffy some clothes and food from home. Giles, Angel, Willow and Xander, returned to the warehouse that Travers was working out of. There they collected documents, disks and several unlabelled tapes he had stored. Giles wanted to go through everything to check if there was any sensitive information regarding Buffy, or anything else, that might prove dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. He also wanted to see if Travers was working on anything else that the Council might need to be informed of.

tbc...

A/N: There are a few more chapters,ludiluding the birth and a Sappy Happy Ending that ends on a rather erotic note and I added an extra Buffy rape flashback as an addendum, just in case you wanted more of that. Enjoy!