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Chapter Six
 
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Chapter Six

The light was blinding. That was the first thing Spike registered as he began to surface out of the depths of unconsciousness. He cautiously cracked an eye open, allowing it to adjust to the brightness, and looked around. The cell was small. Three white walls and a fourth made of a glass. Immediately he launched himself at the glass only to be repelled violently the moment he touched it.

Springing back onto his feet he roared in anger. “Finn you great wanker, get your arse in here.”

A chuckle sounded and then Riley strolled into view. His arms were crossed over his chest in an arrogant pose and a smug smile twisted his features. “Well well, the big bad vampire caged like a mongrel dog. Right where you belong Spike.”

“What the hell is this?”

“Welcome to The Initiative Spike,” Riley replied, obviously enjoying his position of control. “You see, the government is very interested in the demon world. Keeping them contained, learning their strengths. And you just became our latest guest.”

Spike’s expression oozed contempt as he watched Riley strut up and down the length of his cell. “So that makes you a little soldier boy then.”

“That makes me the man in charge of whether you continue your worthless undead existence.”

“Oh please,” Spike laughed at him. “If you wanted to kill me you would have done it when you and your buddies attacked me in my crypt.”

Riley’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Let’s just say I have plans for you before you die. There are still plenty of questions about vampires that haven’t been answered yet. I figure you’ll make a great guinea pig.”

Spike stilled at the threat. “I’m gonna rip your throat out,” he said quietly.

Riley just laughed. “Go ahead.” He slid a card through what Spike assumed was a lock on the outside of the cell. “Take your best shot.” There was a slight swishing sound as the glass wall slid away.

Instantly slipping into game face Spike launched his attach with a snarl. However, before he could so much as lay a hand on Riley, lightening flashed behind his eyes and blinding pain lanced through his skull. With a cry he crumpled to the floor at Riley’s feet.

Laughter filled his ears as confusion reined in his mind. With difficulty he struggled to his feet. “What the hell have you done to me?”

“Let’s call it behaviour modification,” Riley stated smugly. “A computer chip has been implanted in your brain. You can no longer harm a human being.” Despite his best attempts Spike could not keep the shock from showing on his face. “That’s right Spike. No killing. No drinking.” Riley paused to saviour the moment. “I guess that makes you…impotent.”

Unable to control himself in the face of Riley’s taunts Spike attacked, only to experience the crippling pain once again. On that note Riley closed the glass door again and left Spike to contemplate his new prison.

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Her mouth tilted into a sensual smile as she traced the lines of his chest and stomach with her fingertips. Silken hair fell forward over her shoulders in soft waves. Its golden colour shone like ripened wheat in the candlelight. Full lips parted on a blissful sigh. Green eyes flashed with delight as she bit down lightly on the inside of his wrist. His growl was answered by an enchanting giggle.

Grasping her hips he guided her as she rode him with a smooth rolling motion. He could feel her muscles hugging him tightly as he slid in and out of her. Eager to feel her soft skin against his body he rolled them over, groaning as he sank into her further. He felt her long limbs wrap around him, her scent filling his senses. Burying his face in the crook of her neck he allowed her scent to envelop him. “Buffy,” he whispered huskily. “I love you.”


When the scream was finally torn from his throat it was steeped in agony. Sweat flowed in rivulets down muscles contorted in pain. The blood that flowed through his veins burned like acid. His pale skin was blackened in a dozen places where he’d been exposed to holy water and sunlight. Blood flowed where his heart had been pierced with numerous kinds of metal.

But behind his eyes he held a picture of her clear in his mind. Through the torment and the torture he escaped into her arms. His Buffy.

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Spike lay still as death. He hadn’t moved a muscle in over an hour, hoping that they hadn’t seen him empty the bag of drugged blood down the drain in the corner. Normally they kept him drugged enough that he didn’t really know what was going on around him. Someone must have missed the start of their shift though, because this time when the bag was dropped into his cell he was coherent enough not to fall on it in hunger. Now, as he laid there, his body raged at him; demanding sustenance. It would have to wait.

His ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming closer; and then the door swished open. Before the soldier even had a chance to look up from the locking panel he had sprung up from the floor. His hands blurred with speed as he plucked the key card from the surprised man and gave him a push into the cell. Grateful that he’d managed not to set off the chip in his brain he slid the key card through the locking mechanism, grunting in satisfaction when the door closed, trapping the soldier inside.

Quickly he ran down the corridor, sliding the key card through each lock he came across. His only hope was that one of the creatures he released would know the way out; or at least buy him some time to find one. His prayers were answered when a voice called out to him. “This way.” He turned to find another vampire smiling at him. “Strength in numbers man.”

Grinning, Spike followed. The younger vampire led him down a seemingly endless series of corridors, easily fighting off the few soldiers they came across. It seemed this one hadn’t been implanted with the chip yet. No wonder he’s still in such good condition, Spike thought. Finally, just when he’d convinced himself they were both hopelessly lost, they burst through a set of doors and out into the night.

Immediately he heard the shouts of soldiers coming their way. Without pausing Spike sprinted into the darkness, determined to escape. He needed blood, and time for his body to heal. Now that he was effectively helpless, there was only one place he could go.
 
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