Backfire - Spander Files

Fresh food. Virgins, babies, everything she likes. B-but she wanted to go out and
we just couldn’t stop her. Everyone went with her, Spike, everyone. But the
Slayer...she was crazy tonight. Still is. Killed two of us before we even saw her,
then five more were gone within moments. I knew that I had to come get you when
there were only six left. I don’t think they can protect her. And she refused to leave.
Said she wanted to meet the girl who was going to change it all.”
Through this entire exposition, Angel had climbed over Xander and Spike and
gotten dressed. Within another moment, Spike had his jeans and boots on and was
tugging furiously at the chain on the wall. Xander had never seen Spike in such a
rage. Actually it was more of a panic. William the Bloody was panicking. Then
there was screaming.
“Let me out of here! Let me out! You bloody mother-fucker! Let me out!”
“You’re not going anywhere, Spike,” Angel said calmly while lacing up his shoes.
“I’m going out because Buffy needs my help. Nobody needs you.”
“Arrrgghhhhhh! You can’t! You can’t! Make her stop, Angelus! You can’t let her!
My Dru’s weak, you KNOW that, she can’t fight! It’s not fair. It’s not fair.” This
last sentence came out as more of a sob and Spike collapsed on the floor by the bed.
Angel came over to Dalton and lifted him up by the collar so they were eye to eye.
“Where is she?”
Dalton gulped and looked down at Spike who was holding his head in his hands.
Angel shook the fledge violently. He looked back up quickly and sputtered out, “Ppleasant
Fields. The center near the m-mausoleum.”
“Thank you.” Dalton disintegrated from a stake that Xander didn’t see Angel
holding. He pointed at Spike and spoke to Xander. “Don’t let him hurt himself.”
Then he was gone in an overly dramatic flourish.
Xander heard himself hyperventilating in the quiet of the room. The adrenaline of
three vampires could still be felt pulsating in the small space, having no place to go
but to Xander’s blood.