Part 9
"Well, well, well, about time you woke up. Began to wonder if they knock you a bit to hard on that thick skull of yours."
"Peaches," Spike moaned as he saw his sire leaning against one of the walls of what appeared to be a holding cell. "What the hell happened? And where the bloody hell are we?"
"Well, you got captured by a bunch of wannabe slayerettes. As for where we are, haven’t a clue," Angel replied as he watched his blonde childe sit up and take in his surroundings. "Don’t bother looking for a way out. There isn’t one."
"Where’s Anya?" Spike asked, concerned for the former demon that had been with him all night.
"Anya?" Angel asked, confused. "You were with Anya when they got you?"
"Yeah," Spike admitted. "I was out for a bit of a late night snack when I ran into her. She told me about Red missing and how the others didn’t seem to care. I told her that I would help her look. We had just left Willy’s when they got us."
"Maybe they put her in with Willow," Angel mused, storing the fact that Spike had felt the need to help look for Willow when her supposed best friends didn’t.
"Have you seen Willow at all, or do they keep you separate?" Spike asked, wanting to make sure that the hacker was all right because if she was, then odds were good that Anya would be okay too.
"Yeah, she was okay when I last saw her but that was awhile ago. They had put us together to see us interact, I guess, but then they seperated us." Spike noticed a faraway look on Angel’s face as he remembered exactly what he and Willow had been doing before they got separated.
"Peaches, I recognize that look," Spike told the older man. "Bloody hell, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for another one. Although, I will admit, Red is a lot better than the damn slayer."
"Yeah, she is something special," Angel agreed. "And I promised her that I would get her out of here, no matter what."
"Well, I hope you plan on making sure me and Anya get out also," Spike added.
"I guess," Angel whined, suddenly glad for some company, even if it was Spike, "if I have to." Spike made to punch Angel when the same voice as before came over the intercom.
"Ahhhh, I was right. The two of you do know each other." Spike looked around the room, trying to locate the source of the voice while Angel just stood in the same spot, looking bored.
"Is this where we’re suppose to tell you all the tidbits of information that you haven’t been able to get out of me and Willow yet? Cause you know, this is getting kind of boring Walsh." Angel said as he went and leaned against a back wall, striking an Angelus like pose. Spike stared at Angel, surprised to see how much he truly reminded him of the man that he had loved so many years ago.
"Well, let’s just say that I find it fascinating the interaction between the two of you," Professor Walsh stated as she looked through the mirror at the vampires in the room. "I can sense the hostility between the two of you and yet Hostile 17 was looking for you when we bagged him."
"Hostile 17?" Spike yelled. "The name is Spike, lady whoever you are. You would be good enough to remember that as I ripped your throat out."
"Spike, hush," Angel told his childe using his strictest tone, one that Spike remembered well. He instantly quieted, knowing that his sire would expect nothing less and he was surprised to realize that he willingly would give him what he wanted. Angel turned back to glare at the mirror. "Where is Anya and Willow? Are they okay?"
"Miss Rosenberg is fine. She has recovered nicely from both the exertion from when she was thrown and your activities before that." Angel could hear the revulsion in Walsh’s voice as she discussed what she had witnessed between Angel and Willow. Angel ignored Spike’s raised eyebrow, knowing that the blonde would bother him about it soon enough. "As for the other woman, she is with Miss Rosenberg and should be waking up shortly. We were concerned though, when we discovered that she was not 100 percent human, although she was very close. You wouldn’t have any idea why that would be, now would you?"
"Like I would tell you,’ Spike spit out, happy that Anya was alive even if he didn’t have actual proof to that effect.
"You’ll tell me everything that I want to know, eventually," Walsh threatened. "I can be very patient when I have to be." Angel and Spike bother heard as the microphone was turned off. Spike looked over at his sire and growled.
"Who was that bitch?"
"That would be Buffy and Willow’s psych professor, Maggie Walsh,’ Angel replied. "Wonderful personality don’t you think?"
"Marvelous," Spike said. "The slayer would have to have a psycho as a teacher. Only in Sunnyhell."
"Oh it gets better," Angel said. Spike raised his eyebrow once again. "Buffy’s new boy toy is one of the soldier boys. Actually, I think he is one of the leaders."
"She can’t go for the normal guys, can she?" Spike questioned. "She always has to make things more difficult then they need be. First you and then a soldier boy. What’s next, the watcher?" Angel shrugged his shoulders, silently agreeing with Spike. "Wait til I get out of here, I’ll wring her tiny little neck."
"I don’t think so," Angel told his childe. "They did something to me while I was unconscious and I’m willing to bet, they did the same thing to you."
"What did they do?" Spike asked, suddenly weary of whatever might have been done to him. He didn’t like the idea of anyone messing with him.
"Made it so we can’t hurt people. Not bite them, hit them, nothing," Angel explained.
"How are we supposed to feed then?" Spike yelled, picking up a chair and throwing it against the wall, breaking it.
"I think that’s the point, Spike," Angel went on, ignoring Spike’s outburst. "We aren’t. At least not from people, although apparently there are a few loopholes that they hadn’t taken into consideration."
Spike looked over at Angel, intrigued. "Do tell." And Angel did just that, informing his childe of what he and Willow had discovered, leaving out the parts about how he and Willow had discovered exactly what the solution was.
"Owww, my head," Anya said as she started to regain consciousness. She could feel the coolness of the floor beneath her as she felt someone help her up. She instinctively moved away from them.
"It’s okay, Anya. It’s me Willow," Willow reassured the brunette.
"Willow?" Anya asked as everything came into focus. "You’re okay." Anya surprised the hacker as she found herself in a giant hug. "When I heard what had happened to you and Angel, I got so scared. Me and Spike had no idea where you were taken."
Willow took in what Anya had been saying. "How did you know about Angel? And what were you doing with Spike?"
"Well, I ran into Spike as I was out looking for you and he offered to help," Anya explained. "Don’t tell him I told you so, but I think he was worried about you. And we heard that you were taken along with someone that fit Angel’s description so I just assumed. It was Angel, wasn’t it?"
"Yeah it was. He came to see me from LA because he was worried about me with the whole Oz thing," Willow told the former demon, knowing that out of all her Sunnydale friends, Anya was the only one who truly understood why it was taking Willow so long to get over her first boyfriend’s leaving.
"So where exactly are we anyway?"
"Some kind of lab, I’m guessing." Willow helped Anya to her feet and the two went over to sit on the bed. "I haven’t really seen anyone other than Riley and a couple of his buddies, although Angel was here for a few hours."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean Riley and a few of his buddies," Anya asked. "You mean, he’s known the entire time where you were and never said anything?"
"Yeah, apparently he is one of the commando guys that took me and Angel down. And my pysch teacher is in charge. I’m sure you’ll be hearing her voice sometime soon."
"How was Angel doing when you saw him?" Anya asked, concerned about the vampire that she had never met, only because it was apparent to her that he was someone that cared deeply for Willow if he was willing to drive from Los Angeles to Sunnydale just to make sure she was okay.
"Not good. He hadn’t eaten in a couple of days because the blood they gave him was drugged, just like the food they gave me, but I let him feed from me and that helped a lot."
"Wait a minute," Anya said, "you let him feed from you?"
"Yeah," Willow admitted, a slight blush creeping up her face as she remembered what that feeding had led too. "It was tough at first because they did something that made it impossible to bite me without getting a pain in his head. Finally I had to cut open my wrist with my pocket knife to let him drink."
Anya was intrigued. She had never heard of someone willingly donating blood to a vampire. It was certainly not something that she would have expected from the red head girl sitting by her. Anya was broken from her thoughts when the voice that Willow had grown used to came over the intercom.
"Why don’t you tell your friend about the second time that your vampire fed from you."
"Second time?" Anya inquired.
"Yes, when Miss Rosenberg allowed the vampire to have sex with her," Professor Walsh stated simply.
"We told you that wasn’t sex. It was making love," Willow rose from the bed, indignation on her face at the woman behind the mirror.
"Whoa, Willow, you and Angel did it?" Anya asked. Willow turned
to face the girl and nodded her head, afraid of what her reaction might
be. She wasn’t expecting the words that she heard next. "Was it any good?"