Backfire - Spander Files

Xander ran to the mausoleum and found it securely locked. Franticly searching for
another option, he saw a smaller crypt nearby with the door slightly ajar. He
sprinted to it and pushed the door open all the way. It was about fifteen by fifteen
feet inside. Dry, with two sarcophaguses on the walls to the right and left. There
was one window, above the stone coffin on the left, but it was high and narrow. It
would have to do.
Buffy and Spike were still fighting. It was getting a bit sloppy. Xander searched the
ground and found a large tree branch. He picked it up, walked up behind Spike and
slammed it over his head. The sudden hit from behind caused the vampire to fall to
his knees.
Buffy glared. “Xander! What are doing?”
“Sunrise, Buffy,” Xander pointed to the sky. She and Spike looked up.
“Oh. Why didn’t anybody say anything?” Xander rolled his eyes. “Angel!” Buffy
finally saw her vampire huddled under a tree looking nervous, and she hobbled to
him.
Xander slid his hands under Spike’s arms and helped him stand. “Over here!” he
yelled at the two by the tree as he pulled the weakened bloody vampire with him
toward the crypt.
The four of them stumbled in at about the same time. Angel and Buffy staggering to
the far corner to the right, while Xander pulled Spike with him to the closest corner
on the left. Just then, sunlight hit the window and split the crypt in two. The beam
of light was about three feet wide, but it was bright and it warmed the small space
considerably.
Buffy and Spike collapsed. Angel and Xander knelt down next to their respective
charges and started inspecting the wounds.
A few minutes later, Angel helped Buffy stand. They had quietly agreed that she
needed a first aid kit and should go home. After a bit of smooching, Buffy crossed
the light, which was already threatening to get wider throughout the day, and stood
in front of Xander.