A Fighter's Love by CheriChapter Eleven
Wesley: Did I hear you say…? Xander: Yep. Looks like Angel lost the monopoly on the vamp with a soul lifestyle. Fred: He’s a vampire? Dawn: You didn’t know Angel was a vampire? Fred: No! Him! (points at Spike) He’s a vampire? Spike suddenly grabs his head again howling in pain. Fred jumps back as Wesley watches in fascination. Wesley: What is this? Xander: We were kind of hoping you could answer that one. Anya helps Spike to the round seat. Dawn: Spike? Spike: (moaning) No. no. no. Fred: He’s hurt. Anya: Not technically. He’s not wounded if that’s what you mean. He just does this sometimes. Wesley: Does what? Xander: Oh God, we really don’t have the kind of time it would take to… Dawn: (looking around) Where’s Buffy? Spike stops at the sound of her name. Spike: (softly) Buffy. Wesley look sat him strangely but answers. Wesley: She went to find Angel. Xander: So there is something wrong. And you didn’t go with for backup? Fred: Gunn and Connor went with her. Dawn: Who are they? Lilah: (off camera) I haven’t seen so many clueless people in all my life! Xander: (without looking at her) Something tells me you weren’t exactly Dick Tracy-like when you were getting yourself handcuffed to your girlfriend over there. Justine: She’s not my girlfriend! Xander: (ignoring her) So who are Gunn and Connor? Fred: Gunn works here and Connor… Wesley: (interrupting) Its not important. Buffy can handle herself. More importantly is ascertaining exactly how you came to believe that Spike has regained a soul. Fred: Did you kill a gypsy too? Spike: Are you bent? Wesley: Don’t speak to her like that. Dawn: Anya told us. Wesley: Anya told you Spike had a soul? And how did she know that? Anya: (transforming to demon form) I’ll give you one guess. Cut to empty place Tara: How did she do that? Giles: I guess that’s what she does now. Tara: So is she going to help her? Giles: I believe she’s going to try Tara. The energy surrounding the Willows intensifies. Cordelia feels the heat coming off of them but continues to walk closer. Cordy: Willow? Neither answers. Cordy reaches a hand out as she nears the energy. Cordy: Willow? Just as her fingertips touch the perimeter, the energy dissipates and all three are thrown in separate directions with great force. They struggle to recover. Willow: Cordelia? Cordy: It’s me. Evil Willow: You don’t belong here. Cordelia: (holds thumb and pinkie up to her ear and mouth to mimic a phone) Hello Pot? It’s me Kettle. Evil Willow: (frowns and raises a hand) Gone. Cordy sees the fire coming from her and closes her eyes. The glow is immediate and the fire is consumed by it. Evil Willow seems surprised. Willow: How did you do that? Cordy: Long story…but I’m here to help. Willow: No. (shakes head) I have to do this alone. They want me to be alone. Cordy walks to Willow calmly. Cordy: You never were. Evil Willow: That’s right. I’ve been here all along. But there’s only room for one of us now. Cordelia: (still looking at Willow) You’re right. Willow: I know what I have to do Cordy. It’s okay. Cordy: (smiles) You got that last part right. You trust me? Willow: Huh? Without a word Cordy disappears. The Willows look at one another in confusion until Willow gasps for breath and doubles over, crying out. When she raises back up she is pale. Evil Willow: Aahh. You feeling abandoned? Willow: Not quite. She smiles strangely as she begins to glow. Cut to Plant Angel: Buffy! Buffy turns over so her back is against the box. She sees the demon over her and blocks the next punch sweeping its legs out with her foot at the same time. Angel is thrashing wildly and actually assists in lifting her from the box. She springs to her feet and sees another demon attacking Gunn and Connor with one more heading their way. Gunn is caught off guard and Connor attacks from behind in an attempt to divert its attention. Mohra: You shouldn’t have come. Buffy: (turns to face him) You know, I am so tired of hearing that everywhere I go. Mohra: We brought him from the black waters. He is indebted. Buffy: Do you always leave your indebted laying around in boxes? Mohra: You hold no power against what’s to come. Buffy: I’ll show you power. She lunges and kicks the demon in the midsection. He drops to one knee as she raises an arm. He blocks her downward strike with one hand and captures her other arm with his free hand. Buffy is pinned unable to move as she looks down at him. Mohra: Our purpose is far greater than your human ties. Buffy hesitates at his words for only a split second. She rears back and brings her head down on the jewel with vicious precision. He screams out and releases his grip. She steps back to watch the light show before he is gone. Gunn: Little help…here! She spins top see him straddled by a Mohra. Connor is embarking on his own battle with the last of them. Buffy: Heads up! Gunn and the one on him look up just in time to see her fly across the room with leg extended. The Mohra sees the kick coming and avoids it by leaning to the side. Buffy misses and lands on the other side of them. Her hand comes out before her feet are even planted and the heel of it makes contact. Another flash of light and it is gone. She extends a hand to help Gunn to his feet. They turn to see Connor still holding hid own. But he’s tiring. Buffy looks down and sees the battle axe that Gunn had brought. She stomps down on the head and the handle pops up into her waiting hand. Buffy: Connor! Forehead! She heaves the axe just as Connor flips forward into a somersault to avoid a blow. He rolls upright and catches the axe with one hand. He gets to his feet just as the Mohra issues a battle cry and launches himself forward. Connor waits for the right moment and crouches low. Just before impact he springs up and flips frontward over the head of the beast. One roll and he knocks it off its feet . It falls backwards flat on its back. Connor brings the axe down directly onto the jewel before the Mohra can react. The blade is impaled as Connor steps back to shield his eyes from the light. It grows silent until the box’s movement is heard. All three turn to look. Buffy: Angel. Gunn: Let’s go. He rushed with Buffy back to the box. Connor stays behind completely unsure of what to do or think. Cut to hotel Wesley: You…you’re a … Anya: Vengeance demon. Yeah I got my powers back. Which means I can also sense certain things. Other demons namely. Or when one isn’t as much as they used to be. Like Spike here. Spike: (standing to distance himself) I have asked you not to call me that. My bloody name is William! Xander: I think you mean William the bloody. Spike: No, I mean William. I know it’s hard to get through your block head, but Spike doesn’t exist. Wesley: So if you’re not Spike anymore, then are you saying you’re…? Spike: I don’t have all the answers mate. I went to do one thing and I got quite another. Now I just need to find Buffy. To show here…what I am. Xander: Why would she care? At least before you had your own thing, pathetic though it was. Now you’re just an Angel wannabe. And last I checked, she came here for the real thing. Lilah: Wait. If he’s got a soul, then all we know…the prophecies, the ancient scrolls, everything could have been about this one? Fred: No, that’s not possible. We don’t even know what Sp…I mean William is. He may not even be a vampire anymore. Wesley: That’s easy enough to decipher. (walks to desk) Dawn: No! Xander: I already thought of that buddy. Wesley: (pulls out cross) What? Xander: Oh, Well I figured stake, but sure, give the cross a shot. Anya: That won’t prove anything. Fred: Why not? Anya: He’s been in direct sunlight. So if he’s a vampire, he’s sure not one I’ve never come across. Wesley: He’s impervious to sunlight? So then he must be human. Anya: Wrong again. I know humans. Especially male humans. (gives Xander a look) I tortured them for 1100 years. And Spike isn’t one. Fred: But if he’s not human, and he’s not a vampire, what else is there? Lilah: I can help you with that. Wesley: I think not. Lilah: Fine. Whatever. Waste your time. But I can have someone here within the hour that can give all the answers you need. Dawn: Then do it. Lilah: Can’t do anything like this. She smiles and shakes her handcuffed arm, as Dawn looks to the others for help. Cut to empty place Evil Willow: Is this supposed to scare me? Willow: No of course not. This is supposed to kill you. Evil Willow falters and then smiles. Evil Willow: Do you think a pathetic spell of light will kill me? She takes a deep breath and raises her hands to encircle Willow’s throat. Another wave of energy begins but this time something’s different. Evil Willow frowns and then looks frightened as she tries to pull away. Evil Willow: What are you doing? Stop it! (struggles more as Willow holds her close) Stop it! |