By
PassionFish
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A/N – Thanks to Marster’s Girl for beta-ing this fic for
me!
Chapter Ten
"Hell Hath No Fury..."
"Buffy you don't
even know where in Mexico they are."
Giles tried to reason with her as she paced the library floor.
"I can't just sit
here and do nothing, Giles. I told you
the dream."
"It could just be
a-"
"When is it ever just
a dream?" Buffy interrupted
angrily.
"There m-might be a
way." Willow put in.
"How?" Buffy
demanded.
"A locating
spell. It's a long shot, but it would give
you a better idea where to look."
"What do you
need?"
"Just something of
his." Willow explained. "And
a map."
"Here." Buffy reached inside her top and pulled out
a gold chain. Undoing the catch she let
the red signet ring fall into her palm and then passed it to Willow. "Giles, map?"
"I
should....here." Giles quickly
rummaged through a box and managed to produce a map of Mexico.
"This should only
take a few minutes." Willow
murmured, her eyes tight with concentration.
---
"They're talking to
me, my love." Dru whispered, her
voice barely heard by her captive over his own screams.
She dipped a cross
hanging on a chain, inside a dish of holy water, letting the water swish over
the edge, burning Spike's skin. He
shook, causing the chains holding him up to the wall to jingle violently.
"They laugh at
me. Taunting me. I can see her." She growled loudly.
Her eyes teared. "Laughing and hurling and twirling and
screaming and taunting...” She seemed to calm, lifting the pendant and dangled
it over Spike's face, watching as single drops formed individual bubbles of
pain on his cheeks. "My
pretty..."
"D-Dru...” Spike's
voice was hoarse, and he tried to remain conscious. Blood dripped from his innumerate wounds; the smell of burnt
flesh was thick in the air, and his stomach turned.
"Shhhh, I can hear
your thoughts..." She ran the
cross over the top of his hair, watching it sizzle away. "...you only think of her." Her eyes lost their child-like stupor as
they hardened.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" The blonde vampire lost consciousness as the
holy-water-treated knife ripped his stomach open.
----
Willow's eyes flashed
black and a spot on the mat lit up.
The spell ended and the
witch lifted her head, her eyes green once more.
"Found him."
----
"BITCH!"
The dark vampiress flew
across the cave. She rose slowly, her
yellow eyes seeking out the source of her pain. Dru growled when she came up with the slayer.
"Hello,
Buffy." She smiled ferally as she
took in the slayer's enlarged figure, absently licking a drop of blood that
escaped the gash on her forehead.
"It's a pity you ran
after I killed your sire. I recon I
could have done one of those 'Kill one, get one dead for free' deals for man
kind." Buffy lifted the bowl that
was next to Spike and threw it at the vampiress's face. "Ah, well, now’s as good a time as
any!"
----
"Uh oh…better take a
look at this G-Man."
Giles took the book from
the boy, scowling at him simultaneously.
"Xander, I've asked you repeatedly not...to...call...uh, oh."
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with Buffy?" Willow sat forward in her seat, letting the
book in her hands drop to the table.
"N-no, not exactly,
but it would seem that Spike's trip was in vain. It would appear that the gem of Amara is actually here in
Sunnydale." The Watcher explained,
and the group looked downtrodden at the news that all their Slayer’s...and
vampire's pain had been for nothing.
"What are we gonna
do?" Willow asked.
"We find it."
----
Buffy gasped as she hit
the wall, only her speedy hands out in front of her prevented her stomach from
being squished.
She heard a swishing
noise behind her.
She reacted immediately
and only just avoided decapitation. She
turned and narrowed her eyes at the laughing vampiress. "That’s it Dru, no more Miss. Nice
Slayer."
With a growl to rival
either vampires’, the slayer attacked.
Kick, block, punch, spin, slam, duck.
The routine was second nature to her and within seconds had the vampiress
on the floor, a stake in her hand.
"Bye Dru." She swung down, the stake slamming into the
older woman’s chest.
She frowned when the
vampiress smiled at her, and Buffy yelped as she was pulled down to her level
in a flash. "A child for a childe,
love." She whispered.
The knife appeared into
Drusilla's hand, sliding into the slayer's stomach as easy as a hot knife
through soft butter. Buffy gasped, her
eyes filling with tears as she collapsed on the floor as Dru dusted beneath her.
Buffy lifted her arms,
dragging her numb body to where her husband lay, chained to the wall. Heavy fingers undid the catches, Spike's
falling body pulling Buffy to the cold stone below.
She tried to move, to
think...to do something - anything. But
the darkness was already enveloping her, pulling her in.
Together the three
lay.
In dust and flesh and
bone.
Blood pooled around the
fallen lover's.
And the silence was
deafening.
Concludes in: Welcome To Heaven