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He could hear screams coming from within the mansion as he carefully made his way back in, expecting to see the dust that was Angelus littered on the floor already. Surely the slayer would have chopped his over-grown head clear off his lard ass but as Spike inched further into the house all he could hear were feminine screams. 120 years of torturous killing couldn’t have prepared him for the gruesome sight before him.

There was the slayer lying on the floor in a pool of blood…and there was Angelus pounding away inside her tight frame as she screamed in agony. Bite marks littered her normally bronzed flesh and Spike could see by the amount of blood pooling beneath her that it wasn’t the first time Angelus had violated her tonight.

Without thinking he lunged at the older vampire and threw him to the other side of the room as he searched for a weapon of any sort. He quickly found the slayer’s fallen sword amidst the debris and rubble on the floor as Angelus hit the statue of Acathla with a thud, blood trickling down his forehead and onto the cool stone beneath him. Standing between the fallen slayer and the grinning vampire he made the only choice he could as he watched Acathla open from where Angelus had touch the statue after being thrown.

He ran the Slayer’s sword through him before the larger man knew what had happened. His eyes flashed as he held his arms outstretch towards his Childe and love. As he was sucked into oblivion, he uttered one last word.

“Buffy”

***

“Buffy? Buffy pet, can you hear me?” Spike kneeled next to the bleeding girl and tried to assess her injuries through the mass of blood accumulating around her prone form.

“S-Spike? Kill me…please” Pain filled what seemed like every pore of her body as she struggled to breathe freely. She coughed up blood as she tried to sit up in Spike’s embracing arms. “J-just make it quick, I-I don’t think I can handle anymore pain. J-just do it.”

She bared her neck for him to end her suffering but he found himself at a crossroads. The petite fireball in his arms had branded him before, an unwelcome brand in the face of an apocalypse, but a brand nevertheless. He’d never thought of another human as anything but a food source after he’d been turned until she’d come into his life all bubblegum and roses and mucked everything up.

“C’mon luv, we’re gonna get you all patched up ‘n feeling better than ever. Jus’ gotta get you to a hospital and get a look at what’s going on.” He stood, careful not to disturb the delicate package in his arms as he avoided sniffing around her. Too much blood had already been spilt and he could feel his demon itching beneath the surface to take more.

“S-Spike it’s no use…just kill me already. I-I don’t want to live anymore, not after…” Her head lulled against his shoulder as he quickened his pace to the Sunnydale emergency room.

Walking through the automatic doors to the emergency room he clutched her shaking form tighter to his chest as the nurse took in their bloodied appearances.

“Need some help here, girl’s been hurt real bad.” He nearly vamped out when the nurse reached out to touch his precious cargo before motioning to a nearby gurney.

“I’m sorry sir but we need to take her back and evaluate her. Please wait in the lobby until someone comes out to get you. Are you family?” The gray-haired nurse reminded him vaguely of his mother as he tried to form words.

“’M her boyfriend. Found her like that when I came back to get ‘er. We had a fight ‘n I left.” Spike ducked his head so the kind-hearted nurse wouldn’t see the tears springing in his eyes.

“Alright, we’re going to take good care of her. You just wait here and let me know if I can get you anything. Can you write down the number of where I can reach her parents?” She handed the young man a pen and piece of paper as he watched the girl being wheeled away.

His voice caught in his throat so he settled for writing the Summers’ number down on the sheet of paper the nurse had kindly provided. He had barely finished when she whisked off to call the Slayer’s mother.

He sat huddled in the chair for what seemed like hours before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He gazed up only to be met with the teary eyes of Joyce Summers as she reached out to him for a hug.

“Please tell me what happened to my daughter? Please, tell me she isn’t…” Joyce couldn’t keep her voice even as she broke down into sobs in the vampire’s arms.

“Slayer’s not dead Joyce but Angelus…he, uh, did work her over pretty well. Don’t know how much damage he actually did but…Chris’ there was a lot of blood.” He recoiled as he remembered the woman clinging to him was the girl’s mother and didn’t need to be reminded of the pain her daughter was in.

Four hours later

Joyce sat with her head resting on the Watcher’s chest as the rest of the Scooby gang congregated around the small waiting room of the I.C.U as they waited. Spike, on the other hand, paced back and forth in front of the windows. The nurse from before had been kind enough to shut the blinds without question when Joyce requested them closed and for once, Spike was grateful to the elder Summers woman.

“Are you waiting for Buffy Summers?” The doctor came out wearing blue scrubs as he pushed back his wet hair from his very recent shower to scrub the young girl’s blood from his skin.

Joyce sat up and walked towards him, extending her hand towards the elderly doctor. “Joyce Summers, I’m her mother. How’s my little girl?” She shook with the exertion to stand as she waited for the prognosis.

“Please follow me to my office, I’d like to discuss this with you in private if you wouldn’t mind.”

Joyce followed almost blindly after him as she dragged Spike behind her towards the doctor’s office. They both sat numbly across from him as they waited for him to speak.

“I don’t know how much you know but I’m sorry to tell you this but…”

“Is she dead?” Spike’s shaky voice surprised even himself as he choked out the words.

“No, we were able to keep her steady but she is still in critical condition. I’m sorry to tell you this but it appears as though she was raped, repeatedly and with considerate force. We’ve managed to assess the damage and feel confident that she should recover enough to lead a perfectly normal life. However, I’m sorry to tell you this but she still hasn’t woken from the anesthesia.”

“C-can we see her now?” Joyce bowed her head into Spike’s shoulder as his arm wrapped around her shoulders to comfort the poor woman.

“Right this way” He left them in front of a private room amidst the beeping and other noises coming from within.

Spike stood at the door just watching the petite fireball lay on the bed looking deader than himself. Her eyes were closed and her head lulled to the side. He could see the various wires and I.V attached to her tiny body as she slept and he wanted nothing more than to take away her pain.

Joyce sat next to her bruised and torn daughter as she stroked the back of a small pale hand that protruded from underneath the various blankets keeping the girl warm in the sterile room.

“I’m sorry baby, so sorry. What I said before was unforgivable and now this…please tell me you can forgive me someday for doing this to you baby…” Her pleas were met with dead silence. Buffy didn’t even blink at her mother’s pleading voice as the pale eyelids opened and focused on the bleached blonde standing in the doorway.

I.C.U waiting room

“Why did Spike get to go in and why is he even here in the first place? Hello! Killer vampire on the loose, in the slayer’s room while she’s out cold! Can we say free lunch?” Xander’s face turned red with repressed anger at the master vampire.

“Xander do shut up! Buffy and I spoke of this before she left. She’s claimed him, he won’t be able to hurt her now.” Giles cleaned his glasses as his brow furrowed at the young man sitting opposite him.

“Y-you what? You let your slayer claim a vampire! Why?”

“Because it was what had to be done. The claim was never reciprocated so she holds the controlling power in the relationship. Spike is nothing more than a tool against Angelus and Drusilla. They were to slip into the mansion unnoticed and take them both out separately. Spike would be granted his freedom for protecting Buffy and seeing that Drusilla was moved out of the country. As for now Spike is still in Buffy’s control until her death. If she were to die, he is under authority to stake himself.”

“Oh so if Buffy dies then Spike has to bite the dust? No wonder he’s so willing to keep her alive.” Xander looked thoughtfully, ignoring the glares coming from the redhead at his side.




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