Dreams and Nightmares

Title: Dreams and Nightmares
Author: Abbyland
Rating: NC-17
WARNINGS: Contains graphic rape and attempted suicide.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All of the characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox.
A/N: This is pretty much set in Buffy S7 although it does not follow the show’s canon at all. Most of what happened in S6 is the same except that Tara is still alive and therefore Willow did not kill Warren. Giles is living back in Sunnydale. Angel is in this, as are Cordelia and Connor but Connor is still a very little boy.
Thanks to my beta EVE.
-‘text’ = thoughts and dreams/memories.
Summary: Believe it or not this is Spuffy in the LONG run. Buffy is raped by Spike and Angel but it’s not as straight forward as it sounds. There are sinister forces behind it and it is all a part of a bigger, diabolical plan to fulfill a prophecy.


Part 1

Sunnydale

Buffy was nervous. She, Angel and Spike were going to investigate some paranormal occurrences in a town called Dutton, about 50 miles outside of Sunnydale. When Giles informed her, Buffy had protested vehemently. However, she eventually gave in after a lengthy slayer/watcher discussion. Apparently the Watchers’ Council was very concerned and had insisted that they investigate. Granted, it wasn’t that she had a specific problem with either of the vampires, it’s just that both were her former lovers, not to mention that they never really got along with each other anyway. She and Angel were finally what one could call friends, and she and Spike also had managed to get past their tumultuous affair and had a comfortable friendship. Although she still had strong feelings towards Spike, with everything that happened the year before, she felt that they should just continue as friends. In the time since Spike had gotten his soul, Buffy had seen and worked with both of them, but separately, never both at the same time. To put them all together would just be awkward. She was just dreading in what fantastic way their complicated and convoluted pasts would clash and how everything would crumble around them, shattering their fragile relatiips.ips. Being alone with the two ensouled vampires for 3 days was enough to set her on edge, however, there was something else, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, that was also making her apprehensive. She really didn’t want to go on this assignment.

She looked over at the clock again, ‘Damn, 4 am.’ She needed to get some sleep soon. Spike and Angel were to pick her up at 9 am. After tossing and turning for the better part
of the night, Buffy finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.



The Next Day

House, twenty minutes outside of Dutton

“Are all the arrangements made for our three guests?” the voice asked over the public address system.

The four men each turned toward the security cameras in the rooms they occupied and nodded that indeed, all of the necessary arrangements had been taken care of. The only things missing were the guests themselves.

Two rooms had been prepared. They were connected to each other by a removable glass partition. The partition was of a specially made glass that could withstand the forceful blows of at least a dozen vampires yet provided a clear view of what was happening on either side. The first room was rather large, it had a huge four post rod iron bed, a dresser full of female clothes, designed for a petite woman. There were magazines and books, even a TV, not that the occupant would have any time for these things, she’d be lucky if she had enough time to shower, but for the initial preparation of the two vampires, at least she’d be occupied. There was also a large bathroom attached, although the door bore no lock. There would be nowhere for the slayer to run, no escape. The second room was smaller and less accommodating. as das designed that way, the close quarters ensuring that the two master vampires would spend more time in the larger room, with the female subject. There were two double beds and two small dressers, each containing several outfits for each vampire, although no one expected any of the subjects to be wearing clothes for very long once the project began. There were also a bookbooks, all of which were erotic literature.
Each room had a separate entrance from the outside hall, the doors containing a slot for food to be passed through. The air vents along the walls of the rooms were ready.

Once the four men joined their boss in the control room where all the video and audio monitoring equipment was, they were sent out to collect the research subjects.


Dutton

Buffy sighed. So far, the so called reported paranormal activity was more normal than para. Her slayer senses were not picking up anything unusual, anything other than the two vampires with her that is.
They had made the trip in relative silence. Not the awkward silence that Buffy was expecting, but a comfortable one. At first they exchanged pleasantries and chatted lightly about work and slaying, then soon each was occupied with their own entertainment. Buffy was reading a suspense novel, Spike was listening to the Sex Pistols on his Discman (a gift from Dawn), and Angel was driving. They checked in to their motel, and Buffy called Giles. Prior to leaving Sunnydale, they had set up a schedule during the day and night at which they would check in. If they missed two consecutive check-ins, then something was up. Willow would then use her magic to do a locator spell, using the locator rings she had made for them. The rings were rather handy in fact. If Buffy or Spike had a problem during patrol, all they had to do was say a code word and the bells would alarm at the Magic Box, Giles’ apartment and at the Summers’ home. It got both the slayer and the peroxide pest out of a jam or two in the past. Both Buffy and Spike wore one.
Once in their rooms, they had lunch and then set out to see how Dutton compared to Sunnyhell on the demonic scale. After 3 hours of investigative work, the three were led to a small abandoned building. Once inside they looked around and since no imminent threat was determined, decided to separate. Buffy was on the second floor, Spike took the basement and Angel the ground floor. Buffy felt it first. Something about this place didn’t ring right, and just as her senses were screaming ‘Trap!’ she heard the commotion downstairs. Hearing Angel was in trouble, she bolted from the room to the ground floor. As she descended the steps she saw that Spike had already joined the fray and noted two things: Angel downdown and motionless, and that as Spike went to strike his attacker, his chip went off, crippling the poor vampire mere seconds before a tranquilizer dart entered his arm. The first thing that registered in her mind was that their attackers were human, the second thing being that they were also pointing a tranquilizer gun at her. Buffy spun and tried to get back up the stairs, she made it to the landing just as she felt a dart enter her back. In the seconds before the darkness consumed her, she whispered her middle name over her ring, “Anne,” causing the ring to sparkle, and then she promptly passed out. A few minutes later, she, Spike Angel were lifted into a van and carried away to a deceptively small looking house, a few miles outside of Dutton. The subjects had been collected.


Sunnydale

The alarms went off and Willow and Giles quickly assembled the items needed for the spell. From the siren, they knew it was Buffy’s ring that had been activated. Tara began making calls to the motel they were staying at as well as to Angel’s cell phone to see if it was a false alarm. There was no response. She then called Dawn and Xander and finally LA to inform the AI team of the problem.
Half an hour later, the rest of the Scooby gang was gathered around the table in the Magic Box. The AI team was doing its own investigations from LA, and was going to come down the following day. After trying for 45 minutes, Willowidedided to take a break. Something was blocking her spell; she could feel it. She knew that they were still within the area of Dutton, maybe a mile or two of the town itself but she couldn’t pin point their actual location, which was the whole point behind the locator rings in the first place. She growled in frustration before she turned to Giles, both coming to the same conclusion. Whoever was behind this expected that magic might be used to locate the three. There was someone therthere who knew enough about how they worked to be prepared for it, and had the power to circumvent it. This was not good. After a ten-minute break, Willow got herself together and started again, she would not give up.


Dutton

Buffy slowly woke. She was groggy and her limbs felt heavy, the memories of what had happened slowly began to come back to her. “What the hell did they put in that thing?” she asked no one in particular, although the throbbing in her head told her that talking aloud right then wasn’t a good idea. She tried to put her hand on her head and also discovered that moving wasn’t that great either. So she just lay there and slowly begaokinoking around from her position. She was in what looked to be a bedroom. After a few minutes she managed to lift her head and caught a glimpse of Angel and Spike on the other side of the glass wall before her head fell back onto the pillows. The simple act of lifting her head draining her of all her energy. She was so tired. Her last thought before she passed out again was that she hoped the Scooby gang would soon find them.

Angel stirred. He slowly sat up and looked around. He felt really disoriented. He saw Spike still passed out on the other bed next to him. Suddenly, he perked up when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. It was Buffy, shifting on the bed in the other room. She looked to still be coming out of it as well. Angel slowly got up and called to her. After about twenty minutes, the three warriors were up and about, looking around and inspecting their rooms. They then began to systematically test for weaknesses, they found none. Whoever had them obviously knew what they were and was well prepared.

The monitor room

“They’re awake sir.” The guard monitoring the screens reported over the intercom.
“Send in their food and then wait for my signal,” was the only reply.

Subject rooms

Buffy, Angel and Spike sat on their beds. They couldn’t get to Buffy and she couldn’t get to them, but they could talk to one another. They talked about what was on their respective sides of the glass wall and they noted the cameras. They were being watched. Without actually saying it, Buffy indicated that had had managed to set off her ring before she was taken down. Hopefully the cavalry was on its way.

A few minutes later, trays of food were slipped through the slots in the doors. By the time the three reacted, whoever had delivered it was gone. Buffy took the food and looked at it skeptically but the grumbling in her stomach forced her to push her doubts aside and eat. Spike and Angel were also a bit anxious about the blood they were given but their demons insisted on being fed, besides, they didn’t know how long they would be there and they would probably need all the strength they could get. Twenty minutes later, a voice spoke over the public address system instructing them to push the empty trays back through the slots. Buffy approached the camera in her room and began shouting at it, demanding to know where they were and why they were taken. Her only response was to have the order repeated. After their future food supply was threatened, they did as instructed, not sure if they wanted to piss off the owner of the mysterious voice anymore.
For the next few hours the three attempted to entertain themselves. Buffy looked at her magazines and then flipped through the channels on the TV. Spike and Angel leafed through the books in their room, both raising their eyebrows at the decidedly sexual nature of the material.

The monitor room

“Start with the conditioning.” The order came over the intercom and the guard flipped a switch, releasing the gas into the rooms with the subjects.


Subject rooms

Suddenly the air changed. Angel and Spike sensed it. They couldn’t smell anything specific but the air seemed thicker somehow. The two vampires felt, strange. Buffy noticed their distraction and approached the glass, looking at them questioningly. She didn’t notice anything in particular but she could sea dia difference in her vampire companions.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” she askervourvously, she didn’t like the vibes coming off of them.
“Buffy, something’s happening, I’m not sure what.” he started.
“It’s a gas,” Spike interrupted, “they’re sending something in here mate!” He glanced nervously at the other two. He too felt, different. In fact, he was having a hard time keeping his demon in check.
“Buffy, do you feel any different?” Angel asked, trying not to let on what was happening to him. He didn’t want to worry her.
“How do you mean different?” she asked, getting more agitated as her slayer senses went into hyper drive.
As in response to her question, Angel’s game face suddenly surged to the fore, startling her. He reverted to his human features almost as quickly. The same happened to Spike a moment later. Over the next ten minutes or so, Angel and Spike reverted to and from their demonic visages. They didn’t seem to have any control over it, in fact, they seemed to be struggling to keep their demons at bay.

Spike stumbled over to glasglass. “Buffy, get away from the glass,” was all he managed to gasp out before falling onto the floor, clutching at his stomach. Angel too was on the floor writhing, trying to stop whatever was happening to him. Buffy was almost hysterical, she didn’t know what to do. She stood helplessly on the other side of the glass wall, unable to help her friends. She slowly sank to the floor and watched, hoping that neither of them ended up a pile of dust. Some time later, the two vamps calmed and seemed to have passed out again. Buffy too started to calm but her slayer sense was still going haywire. Something was very wrong; she knew it. The two began to stir again. As they both stood, their backs were to her. Buffy called to them, hoping they were fine. Slowly they turned towards her, both in game face. They approached the glass, leaning on it while making low growling and snarling noises. Their eyes gleamed golden and occasionally flashed at her, but despite the display they also seemed empty somehow. There was no sign of Angel or Spike in them.

Buffy slowly backed away from the glass wall. Her heartbeat skyrocketed, her instincts screaming for her to run. As if on key, the glass wall began to lift, the partition separating her from them was being taken away. Within seconds, the wall was gone and Buffy was surrounded by the two master vampires. Fear shot up her spine as she realized that there was no Angel or Spike to help her – whatever was in that gas seemed to have put their demons in complete control. She prayed that this wasn’t Angelus and William the Bloody.

The monitor room

The boss entered and watched the scene unfold, “This should be interesting,” an evil smirk on his lips.


Subject rooms – WARNING: GRAPHIC RAPE SCENE

Spike and Angel surrounded her like predators, encircling her like the prey she was. Buffy wasn’t sure what to do. She had no weapons and there was nothing she could use. All of the furniture was bolted down. They kept growling and sniffing at her. She felt threatened, that was for certain, but the way they were behaving gave her the suspicious feeling that they did not mean to kill her. If anything, they were acting a lot like Xander did during his hyena possession. Of course, THAT feeling didn’t make her feel any safer in her current situation. The look in their eyes was not one of bloodlust, but lust of a different kind. At that moment, Buffy didn’t know which would be worse.
Suddenly, she bolted. She managed to get past them and into the bathroom only to discover there was no lock for the door, not that they wouldn’t be able to break it down anyway. She held onto the doorknob as best she could against their combined strength but soon the door was wrenched open and she was hoisted out of the bathroom by Spike. He held her tightly as she struggled against him. She twisted until she managed to knee him in the groin and he dropped her to her feet. She fought. She kicked, punched and struggled against them with all she had. Despite her hostile response, Angel and Spike didn’t strike back but simply evaded her blows and worked together to tire her out before making their advance. For almost fifteen minutes she managed to halt their assault but fueled by their animalistic urges, they eventually managed to overwhelm her. As Spike tackled her, Angel came up from behind and scooped her up, pinning her arms to her sides, her legs kicking out wildly as he carried her to the bed while Spike stripped. Buffy screamed and screamed, tears running down her face. This could not be happening.

WARNING: GRAPHIC RAPE SCENE

Angel tossed her onto the bed and straddled her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. She was pinned. He lowered his head and tried to kiss her but she evaded his mouth. But Angel was having none of that, he took his free hand and gripped her hair, forcing her to face him. Buffy resisted him as best she could but his grip in her hair was punishing, she was at his mercy. He kissed her and she bit him. He growled menacingly at her in warning as he increased the pressure of the grip on her hair and then kissed her again, gently at first then more demanding, almost suffocating her. He pulled back when he knew she was desperate for air. Spike was on the bed then, his hands roaming all over her body, ripping her clothes off. She began to beg in between her sobs. Desperately hoping tach ach one of them, surely there was something left of them that she could appeal to. Instead, all she got was their wandering hands caressing her, gliding over her breasts, along her thighs. She didn’t want this and they were scaring her but they were also arousing her. When Angel got up and began to undress, she tried to scramble away but Spike gripped her around the waist and dragged her back, she struggled and the two wrestled in the bed, rolling over and over, neither getting the upper hand for long. But it didn’t matter, all Spike had to do was prevent her escape until Angel returned undressed, which didn’t take long. While she was above Spike, Angel simply crawled over her, effectively making a Buffy sandwich and trapping her between them. Buffy was tiring, and being caught between them only made matters worse. She knew what was going to happen, they were going to rape her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But she would fight to the end. Suddenly, they all rolled again, this time with Angel on the bottom and Spike on top. Angel put his large arms around her and pinned her arms to her sides while Spike forced her thighs open. When he managed to work his hand between her thighs, he inserted two fingers into her, and started pumping wildly while his thumb caressed her clit.

“No, no, Oh God, STOP!” She screamed again and again. She began to kick and realized her mistake too late when his fingers slipped further into her. If she kicked, she opened her legs more and gave Spike greater access, but if she didn’t kick she couldn’t fight back. She tried her arms but Angel had her held so closely to him, both his large arms wrapped so tightly around hers. She moved to butt Angel with the back of her head but all she came into contact with was his broad chest. He wasn’t phased one bit. Soon she felt Spike start to kiss her stomach and thighs, working his way to her sex. She poised, ready to strike out but he anticipated her move and when she kicked out he merely grabbed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders, exposing more of her to him. She cursed herself for not seeing that move coming. She then yelped when she felt his cool tongue invade her sex as he began to eat her. Her legs continued to kick but all she really did was kick his back, which didn’t seem to bother him much. She shrieked when he sucked hard on her clit, while his fingers propelled her to climax. Soon Buffy was too exhausted to fight anymore, the emotional strain of what was happening was draining her and she found herself overcome with the sensations Spike’s mouth was creating. She collapsed back against Angel when he began to caress her breasts and fondle her nipples and made soft growling sounds in her ear to soothe her. But Buffy wasn’t soothed, she was scared and beyond distraught. Despite the moans she let out, she silently cried as they continued to ravish her. Even as she screamed out her orgasm, the tears continued to flow.
Once Spike was satisfied, he then moved his cock to her entrance and slowly pushed into her. Buffy’s eyes snapped open at this new invasion and she tensed up more and then started screaming and struggling again. Angel held her closer and fondled her breasts more. She didn’t want this and it hurt. It had been over a year since she’d had sex and her body was protesting. Spike was soon buried deep within her but sensing her discomfort remained still allowing her time to adjust to him. Slowly he began pumping into her. Within minutes, he was fucking her, hard. Buffy couldn’t help the gasps and moans that escaped her. Spike was one of her best lovers and her body responded to him. With a final scream, she sobbed as she came, her entire body shaking. Spike roared as he climaxed, pumping into her a few more times before collapsing on top of her. Buffy trembled under Spike as he held onto her, kissing her face and neck. A few minutes later he withdrew from her and rolled to the side.
Hoping that her ordeal was over, Buffy too rolled to the side when she felt Angel relax his grip on her. But that was not to be. In a swift move, Angel climbed on top of her and buried himself to the hilt within her. Buffy screamed again from sheer shock at the sudden invasion of her body. She tried to get from under him, to buck him off but Angel held her down and began to fuck her. Within minutes, both were climaxing. As soon as Angel got off, Spike got on her again but this time he rolled her over and pulled her to her knees before he plunged into her. He kept his body over hers to keep her positioned. He pumped into her with all his vampiric power, the force of which had Buffy screaming almost continuously as she tightly clutched the pillows and sheets. During Spike’s assault, Angel moved in front of her and pushed his cock in her face. Buffy closed her mouth tightly, refusing to open for him. In response, Angel gripped her hair again. Fresh tears sprung into her eyes from the pain but still she refused. Then she felt Spike push a finger into her ass and she yelped. Angel took the opportunity to stick himself in her mouth and started pumping wildly. Buffy was forced to suck defensively to prevent from choking. Even as she swallowed his seed he kept up the vice grip in her hair. Soon Spike and Buffy also climaxed as well, only for Spike and Angel to switch places. Soon Buffy couldn’t take it anymore and simply surrendered to it, her mission to merely endure them and survive the sex marathon.

After several hours, the two seemed to tire and eventually fell asleep. Buffy was in shock, she lay between them clutching the remnants of her clothes, her entire body quivering. She stared unseeing at the wall. Tears silently fell from her eyes. After several hours, exhaustion finally won over and she soon fell asleep.

The monitor room

The man watching the scene was satisfied. The vampires were reacting to the aphrodisiac properties of the gas as planned and the drugs in the slayer’s food were weakening her, making her tire more easily. He hoped that the next few days would be enough to accomplish his goal. His time was short and the Watchers’ Council was getting close, but if he was patient, the slayer would to be pregnant before this phase was complete.

Subject rooms - WARNING: GRAPHIC RAPE SCENE


Buffy awoke and looked around, hoping that her memories weren’t real. The still sleeping nude forms of Spike and Angel told her otherwise. She got up quietly and headed to the bathroom, determined to wash every trace of the sticky remnants of their passion from her body. She closed the door and took a shower. After almost fifteen minutes of intense scrubbing, she ran a bath and soon settled in as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. Everything was sore.
Just then Spike walked in, leaving the door ajar. Buffy nervously wrapped her arms around her body, trying to cover herself. He crouchewn bwn by the tub and looked at her, his yellow eyes flaring with desire. Buffy felt a chill run down her spine. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. Then, his arms sank into the hot water, one wrapping around her back while the other caressed her thighs. Buffy instantly began to cry again, even as she futilely pushed at his arms to stop him. He gripped her upper arms, limiting her movement as he began to kiss her face and neck. Buffy’s voice was at a whining pitch, pleading with him to let her be. Spike was undeterred. His hand crept between her thighs while the other touched her breasts. Then, he lowered his head and began suckling at her breast. Buffy’s hands worked feverishly to push him away, but she couldn’t. What was happening to her strength? As Spike sucked ravenously on her nipples his fingers wildly pumped into her. Buffy squirmed on his hand and gripped his shoulders to steady herself. The only sounds coming from the bathroom being her moans, his growls and the occasional splashing of the water in the tub. As Buffy neared her climax, Spike pulled her out of the tub, his hand still pumping into her. He then leaned her up against the wall and lowered her onto his erect cock. After a moment to revel in her warmth, Spike was soon pounding into her, the wall shaking with the force of it. Buffy held on for dear life as her small body shook from his viscous thrusts, knowing there was no way out of it. Soon both were falling over the edge.

A few minutes later, Spike lowered her to her feet. She nearly collapsed, her legs feeling as solid as pudding. Spike held her up and slowly sat on the bathroom floor with her. Still shaking, she lowered her head and buried her face in his chest. She wept quietly. Soon she was banging her fists against his chest, releasing her pain and frustration. She was losing her mind! ‘Why was this happening?’ The real Spike was inconsolable. His heart broke for her but he was powerless. While she cried, Spike’s demon wasn’t sure what to do; his mate seemed distressed so he started purring. Buffy slowly looked up, the rumbling of his chest drawing her attention. She’d only heard Spike purr a few times after they’d had sex during their torrid affair the year before. But, he was usually asleep so she had always assumed it was something he did unconsciously. Now, he was staring into her eyes and running his hand through her hair. Was he purring for her, trying to make her feel better? Buffy wasn’t sure how to take the gesture but he seemed sincere, so she burrowed further into his chest and tried to sleep. A while later, Spike picked her up and put her into the bed next to a sleeping Angel. He wrapped himself around her and the two slept.

Later, Buffy was awakened by the sound of a food tray being pushed through her door. She looked around to see both Angel and Spike still asleep next to her. She quietly left the bed and got her food. She was starving. As she ate, she remembered how unusually tired and weak she was lately and a sick feeling suddenly entered the pit of her stomach. There had to be something in her food. She first thought of starving herself but then thought better of it. Obviously the gang was having a problem because they’d been missing for at least 24 hours and yet there was nothing to indicate that a rescue was imminent. So, not knowing what the drug might be in, Buffy simply decided to eat less. She started picking the highest energy foods from her plate and ate smaller amounts, leaving everything else. Hopefully, in doing so, she would be taking in less of the drug and maybe some of her strength would return.


The Subject Rooms

Over the next few days Spike and Angel continued the sexual onslaught on their mate. Sometimes it was only one of them but quite often they took her together, in every way imaginable. Buffy, for her part, was in denial. As far as she was concerned, this was just a sick nightmare, and any second she would wake up back in her own room in Sunnydale and know that that’s exactly what it was; a sick nightmare. She stopped fighting them. In fact, she didn’t put up much resistance at all. She was still too weak and she needed all of her energy just to endure them. She rarely actively participated and she certainly didn’t initiate anything, just her presence seemed to be enough to excite them. Her only goal was to survive it. She functioned from day to day on a simple routine. She got up, exercised, ate, showered, usually while they slept, and tried to mentally prepare for whatever they did to her. With the exception of biting her during sex, they didn’t physically hurt her much, although Angel was rougher than she would have liked. It seemed the longer he was exposed to the gas, the more Angelus-like he got. He seemed to enjoy fng hng her to go down on him, seemingly even more than the actual blowjob.

After the bathroom incident, Spike seemed more cautious around her. ‘Why do these things always happen in a bathroom?’ He came to her alone more than Angel did and he tended to give her longer rest periods. Often, he would just lie with her and caress her and gradually prepare her for sex, whereas Angel just took her, ready or not. Spike spent hours purring in her ear and nuzzling her. At first it was rather unnerving but Buffy soon found it comforting, especially since neither Spike nor Angel actually uttered a word of English since their transformation. They communicated through growls and purrs and so on, leaving Buffy to try to figure out what they wanted. Of course, most of the time what they wanted had to do with sex so it didn’t take much to understand them. Besides, they’d always position her the way they wanted anyway. They were unbelievably insatiable and no matter what she was doing, if they had an itch, they’d find a way to get her to scratch it. She tried to negotiate some “alone” time with them, but she was only marginally successful. Her “alone” time very often ended up with Spike nuzzling her.

After a while, Buffy found herself preferring Spike to Angel. She knew she had to be going crazy. She wondered if Spike’s demon was gentler with her because of his previous experiences with the formerly weakcillcilla, not to mention that Spike was always a surprisingly more sensitive vampire even without his soul. Even at his worst he was always very tender and patient with the vampiress. She thought that he sensed her weakness because he didn’t hold her down anymore. He also seemed aware that she didn’t try to fight anymore, whereas Angel appeared oblivious.

The monitor room

He had been observing the subj for for a few days now and had some rather interesting information. He had expected the vampires to fight over her but they didn’t. In fact, he had plans to separate them and a schedule for them to be with her. But although there was only one mate, they seemed to recognize that they were both master vampires from the same vampire line. Perhaps because of that, sharing her was acceptable. Somehow, they worked it out.
He did notice the differences in which the two vampires treated her though. Surprisingly, Angel was rougher and appeared less sensitive to her. Buffy seemed to cry more after he was with her, sometimes even while he was with her. Spike surprised him tremendously after the bathroom incident. He seemed actually concerned about her. Whenever her food was delivered, he’d get it and feed her. Granted, for a while she seemed to eat less and less but when she refused, Spike insisted and persisted. Eventually, Buffy gave in; she needed to eat. So now every mealtime Spike would feed her and she’d let him. She was clearly displaying signs of the Stockholm Syndrome. Also, it seemed she was aware that if she were with Spike, Angel usually wouldn’t bother her. So she’d sleep next to Spike and burrow into his chest as he held her. When they had sex, even though she always closed her eyes, she held onto him, gripping his shoulders and she allowed him to kiss her. When she had sex with Angel, she clutched the sheets or the pillows and even though she didn’t fight him off, her reluctance was obvious and he almost always had to force himself on her. Afterwards, she wouldn’t remain next to Angel for very long. She’d either seek refuge alone in the bathroom, or sometimes she’d go to Spike and crawl next to him. He wasn’t sure how much of her reactions were influenced by her previous relationships with them, from the beginning, she seemed more estranged from Angel than Spike.


Dutton

The entire gang was extremely worried. It had been days since the distress signal was received. It took them a while to assemble everything and that damn counter spell was remarkably effective. The AI team was on its way to Dutton. Anya, Dawn and Xander stayed in Sunnydale to keep researching while holding down the fort just in case one of the missing three called. Everyone else was at the motel that Buffy, Spike and Angel had checked into and with some handy magic, had gotten into their rooms. There was nothing except for their personal items and a few notes, so they collected everything and met the AI team in the parking lot. After following a few leads, they arrived at the very same abandoned house that the slayer and the vamps were abducted from. There clearly had been a struggle but still no sign of them. So, after returning to the motel, they pulled out a map and made a plan to methodically work through the town in search of their friends. They were splitting up into three teams. Tara, Willow and Giles headed up each team. Given that her location spells were being blocked, they needed to look for a place that was protected by a rather powerful counter spell, something which any of the three would detect do to their magical inclinations. The plan made, the three teams set out. This was going to take some time.


The monitor room

“Sir, Mr. Giles and the slayer’s associates are here in Dutton, as well as the team from Los Angeles, shall we proceed onto the next stage?” The guard looked at his boss expectantly.
“Yes, we’ve had enough time to impregnate Ms. Summers. Take her to the med room for the tests just to confirm things. I’ll tell you when to administer the shot and to neutralize the gas.” After a few moments, he left the room to return to his office to start packing.

Subject Rooms

Spike and Angel were at their door collecting their meals and Buffy was in her bathroom when the glass wall suddenly came back down, separating them from her. Buffy returned to her room as soon as she heard it. Suddenly, her door opened and two large men wearing masks walked in. She backed up, fear engulfing her. She hadn’t seen another human in days. They surrounded her and in her weakened state and surprise, easily picked her up and carried her out of the room. Spike and Angel worked together to bring down the glass wall but they couldn’t do it. Those men were stealing their mate! Despite the futility of their attacks, Buffy’s screams spurred them on. In frustration, they destroyed everything in their room until some time later, both finally collapsed in exhaustion.

Med Room

Buffy was carried into a room with a medical chair with straps and was unceremoniously placed and strapped into it. She struggled but basically ended up wearing herself out. After she calmed, a man in a white coat walked in and drew some of her blood. Buffy’s questions were completely ignored. After the blood was drawn, he left. Her blood was taken to a room adjacent to the one she was in and several tests were performed, including an extremely sensitive, magic-enhanced pregnancy test. Yes, it was extremely early, but the magic would take care of that. If a child had been conceived over the last few days, it would show up. After waiting twenty minutes for the results, the clinician called the office.
“Sir, the pregnancy test is positive. I ran it twice just to be sure. We are still waiting for the other results. Shall we continue?”
“Run the pregnancy test once more, then get back to me,” came the reply.


Thirty minutes later

“Sir, the result is still positive?”
“Fine, administer the shot and start to neutralize the air in the rooms. After half an hour, return Ms. Summers to her room. The rest of you are to finish collecting, packing and loading all of our equipment into the vans. Call me when everything is complete.”

Immediately, the clinician returned to Buffy and gave her an injection without saying a word. He then returned to his make shift lab and finished packing.

At the same time, the guard in the monitor room flipped another switch and another gas permeated the rooms. Its function was to counteract and neutralize the initial gas that had been pumped continuously into the rooms since the beginning of the project. Spike and Angel sensed it immediately, the air was getting lighter and they were feeling drowsy. A few minutes later, the two passed out. Twenty minutes later, the glass wall lifted again and the two large men that took Buffy returned. Together they lifted Spike and Angel onto Buffy’s larger bed. Then before they left, they pulled out a litmus test to check the air, it was neutral again. They left but soon returned a few minutes later carrying an unconscious Buffy. They placed her in between Angel and Spike and then finally turned and left, leaving all the doors open.

Ten minutes later, Quentin Travers walked through the entire building. Everything that needed to go was already packed and loaded onto the vans. After a final check on his subjects, he turned off the lights and drove out of the garage. This was not part of his plan and he was furious. He had intended to keep Ms. Summers until she had finally given birth but now that would not happen. He was releasing them because he couldn’t afford for the Watchers’ Council to catch up to him but he fully intended to monitor his subjects’ activities over the following months, especially those of Ms. Summers. When the time came, he would abduct her again and take the child.
On his way out of the driveway, he smashed an orb the size of a basketball that was positioned on one of the wall posts. The protection spell was now disrupted and Mr. Giles and co would be able to locate their missing comrades.


Dutton

Willow fit fit first. A change in the air; a lightening of the molecules. She used Cordelia’s cell phone to call the others, they needed to meet back at the motel immediately. Once back in the motel room, she collected her supplies and performed the location spell again.

Almost immediately, in a house on the other side of town, the ring on Buffy’s finger sparkled.

Five minutes later, the entire group was converging on the seemingly empty house just outside of Dutton.


Subject Room

Spike was the first to wake. The real Spike. He looked around hoping that what he had been seeing and feeling for the past few days was a nightmare. When his eyes landed on an unconscious Buffy and Angel next to her, he knew it was real. Feeling suddenly sick, he immediately shot up and ran to the bathroom. Minutes later, he was in the shower trying to erase it all. He felt violated, and he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to what Buffy felt. Angel heard the water running and sat up. He too was shocked to realize that what was happening to Buffy in his “dream” was in fact real. Suddenly, Spike came out of the bathroom fully dressed. They exchanged a look, both feeling the shame of their actions.

“You’d better clean up mate, since this place is wide open now, I imagine the troops will be here any minute.” Angel agreed and started to get up.
Before he moved, he took one of the blankets and wrapped it around Buffy. It’s not that she was nude, in fact, she had recently showered before she was taken earlier and she was dressed, but the gesture made him feel better considering the state of undress she was mostly in lately. Angel showered, the memories of what he did to her in that very shower haunting him. His every thrust. Her every cry. He remembered holding her against that very shower wall as he drove into her with unrelenting brutality. He hated himself. When he was dressed, he returned to the room to find Spike sitting next to her. Spike looked unsure, he didn’t know if he should wake her or not. Minutes later, her eyes fluttered open. She lookedeacheach of them, noticing that they were finally not in game face anymore. When Spike finally spoke, she jumped.
“Are you ok?” She looked at each of them before responding, knowing that they were back, that they were themselves again.
“What do you remember?” she asked.
They both lowered their eyes, “Everything” Angel barely whispered.
Buffy absorbed this knowledge. She couldn’t meet their eyes.
“Buffy….” Angel started but was interrupted.
“Look, I’m fine and it’s over ok. I know it wasn’t really you guys, it was that gas or whatever, so let’s just get out of here and find the bastards that made me your sex slave for the past five days.” Her tone made clear that she did not want to talk about it and thus, the discussion was over.

Just then they heard Giles and Willow calling their names. Even with the locator spell, they had a hard time finding the place; it was located in a heavily wooded area. The three bolted out the door to their waiting friends.

tbc.....