maryperk73703: (The Void)
[personal profile] maryperk73703
I started this story in 2007. It's time for it to be done.

Chapter 26

“I don’t like hospitals,” Buffy moaned, her voice groggy with fever. She pulled at the I.V. attached to her arm. “I want to go home.”

“You need to stay in bed, Buffy.” Joyce got to her feet, and she pulled Buffy’s hand away from the I.V. She gave her daughter a stern look. “Don’t make me go get Spike.”

Buffy fell back against the pillows while she pouted. “That’s not fair, mom.”

A doctor entered the room. She wore a white lab coat with a tag that read ‘Doctor Janna Wilkerson’. She held her hand out to Joyce. “Mrs. Summers, you have a very sick young woman here, but we’ve put her on a saline solution and intravenous antibiotic. She should be able to go home very soon.”

“Buffy doesn’t get sick very often, but when she does, it’s always worse than everyone else,” Joyce said.

“Well, she’s not the first person to be admitted with these symptoms,” Dr. Wilkerson added. “Once we get her hydrated, she’ll be on the road to recovery.”

Buffy grabbed Joyce’s arm. “Mommy, you won’t let the monster get me, will you? It killed Celia.”

“She may have some hallucinations until the fever is down. It’s nothing to worry about unless she tries to hurt herself.” Wilkerson picked up Buffy’s chart, and she made a notation.

After the doctor left, Buffy looked at Joyce. “It wasn’t a hallucination. I know what I saw.”


Giles looked over at Spike. He noticed the disturbed look on the vampire’s face. “What?” the Watcher asked.

Spike shook his head. “This place is givin’ me some bad vibes, Rupes. Really bad vibes. I don’t think I like the thought of Buffy stayin’ overnight in this place.”


“Yeah. There’s something here.” Spike not so subtly sniffed the air. “It reeks of death.”

“It’s a hospital,” Giles replied.

“This is different. Yes, it smells like the dead, but what I smell has power.” Spike stood up. “Power and death.”

Xander, Kendra, Willow, and Oz spilled into the room with carriers of coffee and soda.

“Any news on Buffy?” Willow asked.

Giles shook his head. “No, Spike and I are going to have a look around. He thinks something is off here in the hospital.”

“I’ll go with you,” Oz replied. He squeezed Willow’s hand before he joined Giles and Spike at the door.

The three men left the waiting room. Giles and Oz followed Spike when he turned left at the first intersection of hallways.

“So, you burned the factory to the ground,” Spike said. “I know that Dru died. I felt it, but I was too worried about Buffy to care.”

“She was a threat to Buffy,” Giles replied.

Spike nodded. “There are too many threats to Buffy. I will endeavor to eliminate all of them I can.” He looked over at Giles. “There have been too many lifetimes where I failed her. I won’t fail her again.”

“I know.”


Cordelia and Amy sat across from each other. Between them, a feast covered the table. Ysped gorged herself on meat. Brian and Ty sat further down the table with Groo and Klempt, giving the newly crowned queen and the witch privacy to talk with the small dragon.

“So, you need me to help do a ritual to get rid of a law firm that got sucked into this dimension?” Amy asked.

“Yes,” Ysped belched out the word. She patted her stuffed stomach. “Wolfram and Hart need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.”

“Okay,” Amy said with a shrug. “Sounds like a plan. What do we need to do first?”

Cordelia reached over for a scoop of pudding. “We have to lure them to a portal opening that we shove them through.”

“That’s part of the ritual.” Ysped yawned before she cuddled up to a roasted chicken, and she fell asleep.

Cordelia turned towards the men. “Hey, can you guys gather all the stuff we need for the ritual? I think Amy and I need a spa day.”

“Uh, sure,” Sir Brian said with a wave. He turned back to Ty. “What’s a spa day?”


Anne crawled out of the factory rubble. She was free from Drusilla’s control.


Anne could go anywhere now without her Maker’s insane plans and babbling. She could finally shed both of her former names. She’d never have to be called ‘Lily’ or ‘Chanterelle’ ever again. Anne was free.


Free at last!

Anne didn’t have time to acknowledge the presence behind her. Her eyes widened with shock when she felt the stake enter her flesh. Anne opened her mouth to scream, but she crumbled to dust before any sound left her lips.

“That’s the last of them,” Silver said to his companions.

Dalton watched the breeze blow the vampire dust back into the still burning embers of the torched building. In the distance, the fire truck sirens blared.

Ceridwyn’s vengeful heart finally felt complete. The last of the people that had wronged her daughter were gone. With Liam’s final death, his soul finally reached Heaven. When Cordelia Chase -where ever she was now – died, Cilla’s soul would depart at last. Ceridwyn wasn’t sure what she was going to do with herself after all this time.

Anyanka sighed. “This is getting boring. I’m hungry. Can we go eat?”

Brenna had left when the call came about Buffy’s trip to the hospital. She needed to get back to her husband and wives anyway.

“I’m going to go check in with Joyce,” Oggy replied. “I’m sure she’s quite worried about Buffy.” He made his farewells before he strolled off to his car. The others moved far enough away from the burning factory to not be noticed by the incoming emergency crews.

“Okay, but I’m still hungry. Pizza or Chinese?” Anyanka asked. “Then, I’ll find Rupert for some orgasms.”

“You have a two track mind, Anyanka,” Ceridwyn said with a laugh.

Dalton laid a hand on Anyanka’s arm. “Why don’t we get both pizza and Chinese food? Then, we can go over to the hospital. I need to check in with Master Spike.”

“We can do that?” Anyanka brightened with anticipation of seeing Giles again.

“Of course,” Dalton replied. Then, he and Anyanka departed together, leaving Silver and Ceridwyn alone.

The hunter and vengeance demon watched the burning buildings and the firemen working on putting them out. Silver turned to Ceridwyn. “So, you want to go out for dinner with me?”

“Somewhere nice?”

“I always take my dates out to nice places,” Silver said.

Ceridwyn studied Silver for a few minutes. He was a ruggedly handsome man with bright blue eyes. His short hair was dark brown, but his cropped beard was streaked with grey. “You do know that I’m not human?” she asked.

“I know.” Silver shrugged.

“Well, then, I’d be happy to go out to dinner with you.”


maryperk73703: (Default)

March 2017

   123 4

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 24th, 2017 05:25 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios