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Bored Series - Taken -- by Ruby
Rating: R
Description: Willow gets shackled. Spike gets angry, sequel to An Act of Desperation.
Note: I've made up a few of my own locations again, too. Dedication -- To Lora. I love her enthusiasm!
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Never have. Never will.
Spike paced angrily back and forth on the cold cement floor in the warehouse. Willow was to have met him across from the bus terminal. He'd waited an hour; she hadn't shown. He'd gone by her house; it was dark and deserted. That had been two hours ago, and still there'd been no sign of her. The streets were suspiciously void of the slayer. They'd taken her; he knew it. What he didn't know was *where* they'd taken her.
He'd sent half a dozen of his minions out to scour the town. The first to return with no information had been staked with a nail-embedded plank by his furious master. As the others had returned with the same lack of news, he'd realized it wouldn't be wise to kill all the messengers.
Spike brought his foot up under the low, well-worn table in front of him and sent it flying against the far wall. It clattered to the ground in splinters.
"Damn it, Willow! Where are you?" he growled.
Voices fizzled through Willow's brain like static from a poorly-tuned radio. She moaned softly at the sharp pain in her jaw as her eyes fluttered open and slowly focused. She was lying on an unfamiliar bed. Buffy was standing over her, with Angel directly behind her.
"What--" Willow's voice was little more than a whisper.
"Shhh," Buffy put a hand on her shoulder. "Lie still. I'm sorry, Willow. I didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice."
Willow attempted to bring her right arm down to her side, only to discover it had been securely manacled to a very sturdy bedpost.
"Buffy, what the hell is going on?" Willow's eyes were filled with confusion.
"I'm sorry," Buffy repeated. "You don't know how sorry. I can't let you go back to him."
Spike, the name ricocheted through Willow's mind. Ignoring the ache in her jaw, she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"Let me go! Damn it, you have no right!"
"Our friendship gives me the right," Buffy said.
"Like hell it does! We don't have a friendship, not any longer. Get this damn thing off of me!" she rattled at the metal cuff around her wrist.
"Willow," Angel moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "We're not going to let you go. Not until you come to your senses. We can't hand you over to Spike."
Tears of frustration glimmered in Willow's eyes. She looked frantically around the room, "Where am I?"
"Someplace where Spike won't find you," Angel answered.
She brought up her left hand, the fingers curled into claws, and struck out at the vampire's face. He caught her wrist in a steely grip and pulled her into a hard embrace.
"What's happened to you?" Angel said in anguish.
Willow struggled in his arms, "Get the hell away from me! There's nothing wrong with me. You two are fucking obsessed! Let me out of here!"
Angel rose and looked down at the seething girl, "No. You're going to stay put until this is over, which really shouldn't take too long."
He took Buffy's hand, and they walked toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Willow demanded.
"After Spike," Buffy answered.
She and Angel walked out the door and closed and locked it behind them.
"Buffy!" Willow shrieked into the empty room.
"The slayer and Angel are on the streets," the minion's voice spoke from behind Spike.
His master turned to him, "From which direction?"
"They were first spotted over on South Hill Terrace."
"That road leads out of town," Spike stated.
The young vampire nodded, "It runs past the old train depot. Used to be a good screwing station, but no one goes out there anymore."
Spike smiled, "Get the boys out on the streets. Tell them I want this town turned red. We'll show the slayer and her pussy-whipped boyfriend a little slice of hell. I want them so distracted they don't have time to piss. Move."
The young demon literally jumped in his haste to carry out Spike's orders.
"Hold on, baby," Spike spoke to the shadows. "I'm coming."
The End
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