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Bored Series - Finders, Seekers -- by Ruby
Rating: R
Description: Willow's rescue--as if she wants to be rescued, sequel to Temporary Exile.
Note: Dedication -- To Lora--I'll never look at green jello the same way again! And to Charity, who's had way too much frustration for one day.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Never have. Never will.
The vampire's feet dangled inches from the ground as Angel held him by the neck and shook him.
"What are you doing here?" Angel snarled.
The demon forced his voice through his constricted throat, "I heard you were looking for Spike."
"Yeah? And--"
"I can help," the vampire told him.
"I take it you work for him. Why would you want to help me?" Angel inquired.
"Because I want to see him staked," he gurgled.
Angel dropped the captive to the floor of the mansion and crouched down beside him, his eyes dark and questioning.
"I ran into the most gorgeous woman in the park a couple of weeks ago. All legs and tits, she was--"
"Get to the point," Angel snapped.
"I wanted her, so I turned her. She screwed as good as she looked," the vampire raised a hand and rubbed his aching larynx. "Anyway, we were going at it hot and heavy a couple of weeks ago, woke the Lord of Sunnydale from his sleep. He wasn't pleased. He broke into my room, grabbed her by the cunt, and tore her throat out. Damn bastard! He's free to hump any female that gets him hard. You find him, you take his red-haired bitch, right?"
Angel growled at the insult directed at Willow. The minion swallowed and scooted back.
"Where are they?" Angel asked.
The vampire looked at him hopefully, "You'll stake him, right?"
Angel grabbed the defector by the collar and pulled him up until they were nose-to-nose.
"Where are they?" he demanded.
"They were headed south, according to a friend, along the expressway. They pulled off at a convenience store to get gasoline. My friend works the night shift there--easy meals. Kind of like drive-through fast food, in reverse," the minion smirked.
Angel was unamused by his attempt at humor, "There are a lot of convenience stores along the expressway."
The vampire shrugged, "I'm not a fucking tourist guide. They pulled in around 3:00 this morning. You figure it out."
Angel tossed the informant aside and rose to his feet, "If you're lying to me--"
"I'm not!" he insisted. "Just stake the bastard when you find him. That's all I want."
Angel turned on his heel and headed for the library.
"They couldn't have left town much after 1:00" Buffy said as Giles produced a detailed map of Sunnydale and the surrounding areas and unfolded it on the table.
"Two hours," he mumbled. "Let's say 150 miles."
Angel peered over the watcher's shoulder as they scanned the map. Giles trailed his finger along the red line that marked the expressway's route.
"We're lucky," he stated, raising an eyebrow.
"We are?" Buffy moved to stand beside him and looked down.
"The only filling station marked in the area is here," Giles tapped his finger on the filling station symbol.
"No wonder. It's in the middle of nowhere," Buffy said.
"Red Springs," Angel read the name of the town where the station was located.
"I'll get Oz. We can take his van," Buffy said.
"We'll take my car. I want to get Willow home safely, too, you know," Giles replied to Buffy's astonished expression. "It's 9:00 now; we can be there by midnight."
"Let's go," Angel urged.
A shadowy figure waited in its hiding place in the stacks until the three had left the library, and then made a hasty exit.
Spike had managed to find a small drug store, where he purchased some hydrogen peroxide, antibiotic salve, and bandages to dress Willow's wrist. He had met an aging widow near her car in the parking lot and had fed from her before he returned to the hotel. Once he was satisfied that Willow's wrist was properly cared for, they went in search of food.Spike enjoyed watching Willow's reaction as the top-heavy waitress in a short skirt and low-cut blouse leaned a little farther than necessary over the table, giving Spike a good look at her ample cleavage, and placed the plate of food in front of Willow.
"Did you like that?" she scowled as the woman walked away.
Spike grinned, "I'll bet yours taste better."
Willow's blush traveled from her neck to her face, and Spike burst out laughing.
"You'd think I'd know better," she stated.
"You'd think so, pet," he brought her hand to his lips and nibbled at her fingertips.
"Stop that!" Willow ordered, snatching her hand away and casting a furtive look around the empty diner.
"Just you and me, baby," Spike smiled.
"And *her," Willow added.
"Her, who? She doesn't count."
"Oh," Willow grinned. "That's better."
She munched on a french fry and gazed in distaste at the little bowl of lime jello that sat beside her plate. It was a most unappealing shade of green, with a minute dollop of whipped cream sitting forlornly on top.
"Ew, that's disgusting," she moaned.
"Oh, I don't know. I could think of a few tasty uses for this," Spike leaned across the table, scooped up the whipped cream on his index finger, and raised it to her lips. Willow drew his finger into her mouth and sucked the sweet, creamy confection off it. He moaned softly as she licked his finger clean.
"Do you know what you do to me, little one?" his voice was husky.
"What do I do to you?" Willow stared into his eyes.
"I'll give you a demonstration later," he promised.
Willow giggled and reached for another fry, "I'll look forward to it."
It was the longest 150 miles in the history of human travel. Giles sped toward their destination, paying no heed to the posted speed limit, and praying silently that no policemen were lying in wait along the stretch of road.
"There!" Buffy barked as her eyes caught sight of the exit marker.
Giles veered right and slowed down as they drove into the quiet town of Red Springs. The clock on the dashboard read 11:30.
Angel was the first to notice the familiar black car parked at the end of the hotel. Giles pulled in and stopped.
"I'll go," Buffy said.
"Not alone," Angel told her.
He opened the door and took her hand. Giles sat behind the wheel and waited--and waited--and waited. Finally, the couple emerged from the lobby door and returned to the car.
"He wasn't very cooperative," Buffy explained. "I finally convinced him that I'm Willow's sister, and she's needed at home for a family emergency."
"Are they here?" Giles asked.
Angel shook his head, "He saw them leave about 45 minutes ago. He said there's an all-night diner down the street, within walking distance."
Giles maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and drove the short distance to the diner.
"That's them," Buffy breathed as she caught a flash of red hair from the booth near the window.
Their rescue took on a nightmarish quality as the blonde vampire and Willow stepped out of the diner. A figure moved out of the darkness and stepped into the light of a street lamp.
"Damn," Angel moaned as he recognized the minion he had caught lurking about his mansion hours earlier, and who was approaching Willow and Spike from behind.
Spike's sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of their stalker's footsteps. He whirled around, pushing Willow behind him. Angel scrambled from the back seat of the car and grabbed Willow by the waste, hauling her inside. He slammed the door shut, and Giles stomped on the accelerator.
"Willow!" Spike roared into the night.
Taking advantage of the distraction, the minion produced a stake from his tattered shirt sleeve and flung himself at Spike.
The End
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