Tortured Times for Those in Need
By the time the vampire arrived at the Center, although really effected by the alchole, he had managed to stay rather stable on his feet. Needless to say, the urge to grab more was really nagging at him, but he had no money and robbing a store wasn't really an option for him, even in this state..
And to top it off, they knew he was coming, Dru could sense him getting closer and was eagerly awaiting his arrival, a faint grin spread across his face, did she miss him? She wore an odd set of clothes, very casual looking compared to her normal dark fancy english dresses from the 1880's. But Angelus must have asked her to wear some sort of work clothes here, she didn't really seem to mind, waiting proudly for her childe as he moved towards her.
Spike couldn't help but study her clothes, Dru wasn't really one who normally wore skirts, especially ones cut above the knee. But the black skirt and white business shirt made her look rather classy, part of her darkn brown hair neatly clipped up at the back yet the rest still resting perfectly on her shoulders. The blonde vampire tilted his head slightly with a smirk as he was within meters of her presence, he had forgotten just how slender and nice a figure she truly had, these modern day clothes really brought it out.
" 'Ello luv." Slowing to a stop, there was a rather awkward moment on his part of silence since Dru was busily studiny his unscarred chest, a rare sight to see. He cleared his throat and stepped forward, still his childish grin on his face at the fact she was actually waiting for him and dressed like this.
"Miss me Pet?" He asked as casually as his drunken state would allow, Dru could smell the liquer, but she wasn't at all put off. Him being drunk usually meant more interesting things would happen then when he was sober, but in truth, with Angelus all busy, she was all alone and had no one to play with.
"I knew you'd come back my love, we all really missed you, I was all alone with out my Spikey.." She purred softly as she stepped towards him, for a moment a nervous reaction caused Spike to take a slight hesitant step back.
"What's the matter love, you're all jittery." The insane female, who was also a victim of Angelus's mind games and torture a long time ago, stepped extremely close to the emotional vampire who was still struggling to understand why he was being so stupid as to coming back here.
"You....you all left me.." He whispered hurtfully, but his pain went unnoticed as Dru let the palms of her hands rest on his hips. Spike glanced down at her hands nervously and then looked up, he frowned slightly as he knew what she was trying to do.
"Dru, my lil'Pet...do...do you luv me?" The look of seriousness in his eyes glared back at her, obvious worry in his face as he waited for her reply, she simply chuckled slightly before to spoke.
"Of course I love you my love." But the belief in her reply was lessened in Spike's mind as she didn't once look at his eyes as she spoke. To get her attention he placed his hands rather shakily on her shoulders, looking at her directly in the eyes and silently demanding her to repeat herself in a more believable manner.
"They've gone and filled your pretty little head with all these nonesense and worries.." Once again Spike was left unsatisfied in her reply, yet his state of drunken heartache and fear was leaving him rather non-resistant to her approaches. When she moved in to kiss him he didn't try and pull away, but he was only growing more upset, it wasn't like when he kissed Rogue....it was such an empty kiss this one..
As soon as her hands moved to unbutton the rim of his pants, the vampire grabbed her wrists and pulled away, shutting his eyes tightly and shaking his head, causing the dizzy spells to only grow in severity. As he was distracted with a queasy sickness, the sudden appearence of a man behind him, called telepathicly by Dru upon Spike's mild resistance, was unnoticed by the blonde creature. A hard object slammed against the back of his head, instant darkness sworming around him as he was knocked out with ease. Dru has been waiting for days for him to return, she wasn't going to let him leave her again and go back to those foolish humans that had no idea what he was truly capable of doing.
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Slowly the chill of the stone wall his back was pressed against registered on his dulled senses, then everything hit him all at once. Someone was kissing him, he was sitting on the floor, he couldn't move his arms very well, and when he did the familiar rattle of chains where heard. The chains where placed shoulder hight on the wall, so while sitting down his hands hang at the same level of his head.
It was Dru, he could smell her now, she was sitting on him, cuddling up right against him as she kissed his lips hungrily, uncaring for the fact he had been rather unresponsive until now. Now a wave of confusion hit the ancient poet, his body was enjoying her contant, screaming for more and wanting her so desperately. Yet he had began to cry, silent tears falling down his cheeks as he was eager for her to get away, his emotions a blast of painful feelings all swelling inside of him.
As the tears tickled Dru's icy fingers, she pulled her lips away and glared at his face, then with a look of anger her hand slapped across his teary cheek. How dare he cry, she wasn't even hurting him, he had no right, she owned him, she made him, he was hers, he had no right to cry all the time!
"Have your little humans then, won't matter, they'll die, then you'll be alone again, then you'll come to me, won't take you back though...filthy little whore!" She growled, hinting she could smell Rogue's scent on him, but he didn't care, he simply kept his eyes closed and waited for her to leave. But once she left, her presence was replaced with that of his knew friend. Obviously Angelus had his hands full at the moment, the large well built human, a smooth black polished metal bat held in his hands.
"What? That all you got...pffft..." Spike teased with a half chuckle, rather glade it was staring off easy...hoping it'd stay basic like this form of beatings and not get to its usual severity. As usual, during one of these sessions, when Spike was experiencing a moment where reality was simply far to painful to be, his mind slipped back into the safeties of past events..
"No no William, like this." The soft voice of his mother echoed around the young lad of 15 years, a defeated expression upon his face as he watched his mother dance around the dinning room with the house maid. A formal dance was on the next day, a since his mother had no one to dance with, William had offered, but the steps where confusing, and he had to learn so many in only one night.
Now he was standing in the ball room, waiting nervously for his mother as he saved her a seat at the table with family friends. It wasn't long until his mother arrived and then teasingy pulled William out into the floor, he was extremely nervous to say the least.
Everything was dark, where'd the people go? The air was cold and he wasn't in the city hall any more, with a panic he glanced around, calling for his mother in the softest of whispers. A scurrying of movement was heard and he spun about, the dark features of a figure suddenly moving around him in the shadows. With a whimper he cowered backwards, but then hands gently rested on his shoulders, he spun about in a panic and looked up. The Kind eyes of the Weather Witch called Storm looked down at the teary child, suddenly she had him in her motherly embrace.
Opening his eyes, the warmth of Rogue's body pressed against his, Spike blinked and looked about, was that all a dream? He smiled at Rogue as she rested motionless half across him, glade it was all a dream, glade he hadn't left her, glade she hadn't woken and left him alone in her room.
But then for some reason a frown crept across his face, it was silent, very silent, the arm that wrapped around Rogue nudged her gently.
"Ro' luv?" He called out softly as he lifted his head off the pillow, for some reason he was completely filled with fear now, calling her name a little louder. When she didn't respond to his distress, he gently sat up and laid her back against the pillow, his eyes searching over her body quickly. He couldn't hear her, couldn't hear the beating of her heart or anythng, his hand reached out for her cheek, a smear of blood appearing where his fingers touch her.
In a panic he pulled his hands away, where'd the blood the come from, how come he had blood on his hands, he cleaned all of Catherines blood off. There should be no more blood! Once again tears streamed down his face, stupid tears, why was there always tears? Suddenly Rogue sat up, yelling at him for letting her die, her fists pounding agaisnt him as he desperately tried to protect his face from her fury. Why was she mad at him, he didn't mean to let her die, he didn't know she had died, why was she hurting him again?
The sound of a metallic object hitting a stone ground echoed around the vampire, once again his eyes opening, staring at the dark black bat that was no longer shining and would need to be repolished and the smears of blood removed from its surface.
"I-I didn'mean t'let you die Ro', please stop hurtin'me.." His voice cracked slightly, whispering, doing his best to move his jaw as little as possible in order to stop the pain from being to bad. There was a laugh, rough and cold in nature, Spike's dazed eyes searching about for the owner of such a heartless sound. But his eyes didn't have to struggle for long, a large figure squatting in front of him, a spray bottle held out in his hands for Spike to see. The vampire didn't pay it any attention, his eyes wondering about in confusion as to where he was.
There was a sudden yell as a fine mist sprayed from the bottle, seering Spike's skin as it touched, the vampires demonic face instinctavly appearing from the the touch of the blessed water.
"Not thirsty, not soddin' thirsty, stupid git.." Taking a step away from the vampire, the man knelled down once again, squirting him from a distance with an altered setting and ignoring the squirming vampire and his yell.
"Spike!" Rushing through the graveyard on all fours, the creature partially ignored Riley's yell, barging down a door, rushing into the darkness that followed. Pulling another undead ceature of his own kind off the girl who had shot him earlier. He carried her away, but then once she was safely out of harms way she struggled and kicked and screamed until the pain of holding the wounded girl was too much and the vampire dropped her. She started yelling at him, her words where hurting him so sadly he couldn't breath, why was she being so mean to him?
With another yell Spike stared at the man who was now grinning at him, the pain of the water still seering his unholy flesh. Then footsteps where heard, the blurred figure of a man, the familiar scent of Angelus, a cheerful clap of his hands before he rubbed them together teasingly. Spike shut his eyes, not caring to see his face, but then Angelus moved forward, crouching down closely in front of Spike.
"Better take a close at me Spikey, when I'm done, you won't be seeing much for a while." If there was one thing Angelus hated, it was when Dru comes to him in her pouty mood of being rejected. Spike needed to learn his place, and now that his back, it was Angelus's role as his care taker to teach him his lessens.
All Spike could do was remember the moments he had with Rogue, her warm touch, her kiss, the way she spoke, the way she held him....the way she helped him.. Everything else after that went rather hazy, even for him, the numb sensations that tickled his body soon growing distant as he once again blacked out.
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The soft stroking of fingers, teasingly patting his chest and then dragging down to his stomach had slowly drawn the vampire from the blanket of darkness that had swollowed him back to the dark cell he had been spending the last few hours in. His eyes hurt, burned painfully, and his ears hurt as well, that other guy with Angelus really had a set of lungs on him.
His back hurt, his hands really hurt, and he felt light headed and hungry, he blinked, but it was too dark to see anything, and whoever was in the room with him was extremely quiet. Everything was quiet, he knew it was Dru stroking him, he tried to move his hand from where it rested against the wall to shoo Dru's fingers away. But the pain that screamed when he tried to instantly stopped him from trying to move his arm, his thumb painfully stroked against something cold and metallic that was pinning the palm of his hand to the cold wall.
It was on his other palm as well, his legs twitched slightly, his ankles where held together, he couldn't hear the rustle of the chains that wrapped around his feet that hang inches off the ground. Something was holding him on the wall, it hurt when he tried to move, it hurt when he tried to breath, there was something holding him up...he could feel it, feel it inside of him.
"No more Dru, no more, don't touch, leave it alone, leave me alone.." He demanded weakly, but he wasn't really sure if he spoke, he didn't himself speaking really, more of a muffled sound. But he didn't have the strength to bother arguing, instead he simply closed his eyes again, it's not like he could see anything, it was all black.
*News had always travelled fast, your basic human gossip went around slower than most, mutants talk moved a little faster, probably due to a mutant who could speak fast, but the words from a demon moved the fastest. That was how Tasha knew about Angelus arriving in this merry old dimension. She hadn't heard all the details, just the main part about him and a few other vampires coming from another world. She had to use some of her slayer 'torture-charm' to find out whereabouts he was based.
At first it was a good idea to come, seriously how hard could it be to defeat a couple of vampires who had never lived in this dimension? Once Tasha arrived there it wasn’t too hard either, even though she was outnumbered she still defeated a few vampires, but she wasn't prepared for their leader to come. She knew who the dark haired vampire was, but she didn't think for a moment, thinking he was Angel she was too weak minded to prepare for what was about to happen to her.
Tasha's eyes opened slowly as he body was dragged along the hard stone floor. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the light, which didn't take long. Things were dark, yet still light enough to make out solid objects. There was no use in trying wriggle out whosever's ever grip she was held in, since her body seemed to be numb and riddled with stiffness. It almost seemed that with the slightest movement the slayers body would snap. She wasn't sure how it happened, one minute she was about to thank Angel for coming to help, even though she thought she could handle it on her own, and the next thing she was being dragged across a cold floor.
Tasha shut her eyes again as one feeling swept into her mind, the feeling she dreaded. The feeling of being ashamed. How dare she allow herself to be in this situation. She should have been more smarter than that. How come she didn't notice that the vampire had no soul? ... Because she let her mind slip for a second or two, and that was far too long a time to let a slayers mind do such a thing.
Angelus was the vampire who killed the last Slayer, sure it may not have been this Angelus, but it was still Angelus. She'd never allow herself to have any pride if that vampire killed her. Okay she'd be dead, but her soul would live on somewhere, and it would be stuck with knowing that the rest of her was killed by the thing that killed the slayer before herself.*
Tasha: "Stupid... Just stupid!"
*She sleepily cursed to herself, not caring if her dragger heard her slurred words. With the numbness slowly fading throughout her body, her legs the first to start feeling the movement below them and finally her arms which could feel the strain of being pulled.
Then her legs felt the floor below slow down and finally stop, her ears picked the sound of a thick door being opened and her arms were released and blood was allowed to flood through her veins again. The sudden feeling of relief left as quickly as it came as the dazed slayer felt her arms being lifted up and her legs felt movement below them again. Yet this time it only last for what would seem about thirty steps, at most. Her arms were now thrown back on the ground and Tasha's body lay on the floor. Her eyes opened again but couldn't adjust to the darkness of the new room she was in, it was probably more brighter having her eyes closed than open.
Still lying on the floor she tried to figure out where she was, but it was hard with all the scents in the room. As the door slammed shut she was left with one-man scent in the room, which seemed strangely familiar yet foreign at the same time. Who was it?*
Tasha: "... Looks like I have a cell mate."
*She said, seeming to want whoever she was in the chamber with to speak. For all she knew it could be some hungry monster waiting for it's dinner, with slayer on the menu. Yet Tasha didn't seem to care, it beat being killed by Angelus. Then she remained silent awaiting her reply. Her body still lying on the floor waiting for the stiffness to leave, looking half dead apart from her chest rising with every breath she took, left to see by whoever had extremely good eyesight.*
‘It’s friendship that keeps everything going. You kill or hurt something; its friend tries to get you. Like I will, if someone hurts you…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
The shifting of feet, the sound of a body being dragged, all this went passed unnoticed by the vampire until the scents of two entering his chamber drifted by. He didn't bother opening his eyes, he didn't bother moving or trying to speak, what was the point? He couldn't hear anything, he could see what was coming into his cell, even if there was a sliver of light, his eyes where damaged from the holy water and they needed a few hours or even a day or two to heal.
"... Looks like I have a cell mate." It was more of a blurred whisper, he coudn't really hear what was said, it sounded more liked distant muffled whispers. Was someone talking to him? He tried to move his hand again, but the pain screamed though him, the cold steel spikes nailed right through his palm into the stone wall...a form of mockery in Angelus's twisted humor that only Spike would probably understand..
He growled at the pain, his feet hovered slightly off the floor, so when he tried to move his legs, the chain that tied them together tapped against the wall with a soft clank. The vampire tried to open his eyes, but it hurt so much that he had to stop trying, had to give up entirely otherwise he wouldn't cope any more. He wasn't really coping very well though, after Dru left him he kept hearing whispers, and some of them where happy, happy that he was getting punished for his past crimes and sins. But he couldn't just give up everything, he promised Rogue he would be there, was she mad at him? He wasn't there with her, he wasn't keeping his promise... But he was doing this for her...for all of them...he wanted to prove himself...he had to prove to them all that he wanted to help.. He wanted them to trust him...because then they'll stop hurting him with their cruel words if they trusted him..
"...I can't understand what ya sayin'.." The bruised and battered creature whispered painfully from the wall he was on oppisite the door, his chest was in agony more then the rest of his body. Having two hooks holding you up in your back is rather painful.. He went quiet for a moment before he realized something...something that he couldn't smell, he couldn't here, he couldn't see, but he could feel...inside, almost hidden away from all the pain.
A Slayer's Power.
It didn't smell like Jennifer, and it wasn't a potential, it was a real slayer, another slayer, a different one, another chosen one... What happened to Jennifer? Does that mean she was killed... He didn't want her to be dead, he may never be able to be with her but he still cared about her and if she was murdered while he was hanging around he'd never cope with that..
"I'm not goin' to hurt you....I don'fight Slayers any more, they're comin' for me.....she promised not to let me fall back into the shadows..." He trailed off as the pain just became too much even for him to move his jaw, the insane creature went quiet once again.. It wasn't like he could start up a conversation with the girl, and he doubted she'd be in any shape to help him... so he just had to wait for the Untouchable Rogue.. she'll come for him... because she promised not to let him go, and she still needed him.. And even if she didn't love him, he wanted to be there for her because no one else has been as kind and warm to him as she has..
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*Tasha seemed to wait impatiently on the floor. Half of her wanted whomever it was to just hurry up and reply, and the other half of her waited impatiently for her body to de-stiffen. Lying in the ground, unable to move was much more worse than lying in a ball cowering in pain in the slayer's boots. At least that way she would have known what happened, this way being knocked out and waking up like this was way worse, who knows what they did to her... Well, probably Angelus.
Before she could curse herself again for allowing herself to fall as a victim like that she heard a slight moan of pain. At least it confirmed that someone was in the chamber with her. Then there was the soft clanking, sounding as if it came from chains. Seems like Tasha got the better end of the deal, not being chained up.*
"...I can't understand what ya sayin'.."
*Well Tasha was right about finding something familiar about her cell mate, but with the voice pain-stricken it still seemed a little muffled to tell. It wasn't the sort of reply she had expected, although she wasn't wanting a formal reply, those sort of greetings don't really match a chamber.*
"I'm not goin' to hurt you....I don'fight Slayers any more, they're comin' for me.....she promised not to let me fall back into the shadows..."
*If she could have Tasha would have tilted her head but since her body was still stiff she was stuck in her body's orders. It seemed pathetic, what kind of slayer would allow this to happen to herself? Then she shut her eyes, back to focus on the point at hand, she could scowl herself later on.
The slayer slowly put two small fractions of sum of what she had learned about her prison mate so far. The scent was demonic like a vampire and the voice, although muffled did sound an awful lot like someone she'd met when she was in a similar situation like this... But it couldn't be, he didn't have is usual glow about him. The soul did that to a vampire well at least Tasha called it a 'glow'.
Then her mind drifted back to what he had said. Gee, lying on a floor motionless sure gave you enough time to think. He wasn't going to hurt her, sure how many times had a demon said that to her and then attacked her? Well maybe a few times she'd caused it to attack her but still, it did attack her. It doesn't fight Slayers anymore, well it could be Spike then... But then with all the other stuff he'd said. 'They' were coming for him and other things, when she last saw Spike he spoke pretty normal, nothing like that. What was he on about?*
Tasha: "... Spike?"
*Her voice seemed very questioning and she also wondered if he had heard her. She sniffed the air of the chamber again, cancelling out the other scents, focusing on a main one... It did sort of seem like him, well a fair bit actually, just that a few things were missing, like a soul.*
Tasha: "... Is that you... Spike...?"
*She questioned again, this time speaking louder hoping he'd hear her, if it was Spike anyway. She still seemed a little unsure if it was him or not, but either way she'd have someone who'd gone through a whole lot of pain to get where they are. Bascily she was blind of who they were, and blind of what else was going on in the area around...*
‘It’s friendship that keeps everything going. You kill or hurt something; its friend tries to get you. Like I will, if someone hurts you…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
There was another muffled sound, he just sighed, he couldn't make out the word, he tried, straining his ears, he would have thought she was far off but he could smell her so close...his hearing must have been damaged by that mutant who was yelling before..
"... Is that you... Spike...?" He stopped breathing, he barely understood that, but he did catch onto the words, the Slayer knew his name? She knew him.. or..more correctly she'd have known this worlds Spike, well, either she was extremely patient or was too weak to bother trying to kill him... But then again, possibly Spike was just being overly sensitive to his counter part, he really wasn't fond of him...but that could be simply because he was jealous...and upset over his soul and attitude.
He opened his mouth to reply, but his cut and bruised lips caused a slightly whimper from the pain, and his jaw hurt...everything hurt.. He took in a shaky breath which caused him so much pain his legs twitched enough to tap the metal against the wall once again. He struggled to talk once again, trying his best to over look the pain, the fact he wasn't alone any more made him feel so much better..
"I-I'm not...I'm called William Spike here...you're Spike's outside, with the mutants, with the Slayer from my world...they're all fightin'...fightin' to get here...for us..." He groaned slightly from the pain, his fingers balling into fists, stroking against the cold metal spike in the center of his palm.
"You'll have t'talk up...I think'ey busted up my hearin' for a bit with all the yellin' earlier from one o'em other guests..." He mumbled rather displeased before trying to free his hands once more, causing a rather agonizing muffled cry of pain which ended in a frustrated groan.
"...I swear....that lil'nibblet betta hold her harsh words when I see her next...they're not like us Slayer, they don't understand...the pain we go through for'em....just to help....they can't ever understand.." He trailed off into a whisper, his senses focused not only on the girl in the room with him, but also out in the courtyard, feeling the presence of Jennifer and himself, plus all the vampires...Spike...Dru and Angelus included in the masses of undead creatures he could sense.
"I keep tryin' Slayer... I keep fightin' for'em, an' they can't understand how hard it is for something like me, something so dead an' empty an' without a spark to find the strength to fight'is demon an' try t'help'em.. They're all so caught up with their fight to have humans look at'em like equals....they probably don't see they're treatin' me jus' like humans treate'em.. I'm tired o'bein' a monster.." As he finished speak the door swang open, another 'guest' seemed to have been brought by the sound ofa body thumping against the ground as it's dropped and the groan escaping his throat hinted it to being male.
"I forgot how good I was at that whole...torture thing..." Came a pained mumble as the other vampire struggled to roll onto his back, the familiar scent and sound of Angel coming from the new figure. But there was a pause as he stared towards the stoned ceiling, a slight frown crossing his rather lightly beaten face.
"..Tasha? Oh...ow...I thought you where in Harmony..." He continued, even though it hurt to talk, he was too hurt and tired to bother looking back at Spike..
"...Spike?" There was no reply from the other vampire, he'd drifted off from the pain, leaving Angel confused of the lack of soul he could sense.
"I came back from hell for this?" He asked himself sarcastically.. He'd been here for days, so he was slightly dazed by everything, the pain wasn't as bad as the other two, mainly because Angelus was mainly using mind games on Angel...since Angelus knew everything that hurt Angel...
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need"I-I'm not...I'm called William Spike here...you're Spike's outside, with the mutants, with the Slayer from my world...they're all fightin'...fightin' to get here...for us..."
*What on earth? William Spike? Her Spike's outside? Mutants? Slayer from his world? ... Hold on... His world... Those demons did mention that a few vampires joined Angelus, but there wasn't a Slayer mentioned. She began to wish that she hadn't killed them so quickly, it wouldn't have hurt if she had found out more information. But then again, the demons didn't want to talk, too scared of Angelus probably... It's not her fault they died so quick. No answer, no life.
Well, it could be possible, there was an Angelus in another dimension, why not have a Spike thrown in as well? But the mention of the Slayer kept her wondering. Hopefully it wouldn't be another worlds version of herself, that would just be creepy, living mirrors weren't on the Slayer contract.
Next Spike had mentioned that they were all fighting, how would he know that, surely he had been locked in here longer than her. That was when she felt it... A strange feeling, a familiar feeling... The other worlds Slayer? It was a strange sort of feeling. Sure, she'd sensed potentials, but they were nothing compared to this, she wondered if this other slayer could sense her and felt they way she did about it. She could also sense the mutants and this world's Spike confirming that this Spike, William, was from the other dimension. Also Angelus was sensed, along with another strong vampire and the other weaker vampires.*
"You'll have t'talk up...I think'ey busted up my hearin' for a bit with all the yellin' earlier from one o'em other guests..."
*Well, this Spike did have it tough. How loud would someone have to yell for that sort of damage? And to think Tasha thought that a Watcher's nagging at her was bad... Then came the cries and groans, well someone was in pain. Tasha didn't have too much pain inside her, mainly just the stiffness which was finally starting to fade, veerrrrry slowly.*
"...I swear....that lil'nibblet betta hold her harsh words when I see her next...they're not like us Slayer, they don't understand...the pain we go through for'em....just to help....they can't ever understand.."
*She listened as the voice trailed into the whisper. He had a point there, not many understood what it's like to be a slayer, even though Tasha wouldn't have her life any other way, and even she didn't know what it was like to be a vampire...*
"I keep tryin' Slayer... I keep fightin' for'em, an' they can't understand how hard it is for something like me, something so dead an' empty an' without a spark to find the strength to fight'is demon an' try t'help'em.. They're all so caught up with their fight to have humans look at'em like equals....they probably don't see they're treatin' me jus' like humans treate'em.. I'm tired o'bein' a monster.."
*The slayer tried to think of something to say, but she was never really one to comfort someone in a time of need, so nothing soothing seemed to float into her mind. Her thoughts of niceness were saved once the door opened again. Tasha twisted her head to try and see who it was but with the little light the open doorway let in it was still too hard to tell and it just made her stiff neck yell in pain. Just as she heard the groan she noticed the soul in whoever the new cell mat was. It was Angel... But last time she was in a position like this he was one of the ones who saved her. She put her neck back to it's normal position, looked up the ceiling, at least she thought there was one there and could only hope that Spike, the mutants and the other slayer could stop Angelus.*
"I forgot how good I was at that whole...torture thing..."
*Tasha let out a slight chuckle at the soulled vampires comment. Good for Angel, he knew what happened to him. She still seemed angry at how this all happened, yet she also seemed a little jealous. Why didn't she know what was wrong with her? Maybe it was best she didn't know.*
"..Tasha? Oh...ow...I thought you where in Harmony..."... "...Spike?"
*Tasha smirked, wasn't he just a happy chappy to find Tasha here. Then she waited to see if the un-soulled one would reply. She was right with what she expected form him, nothing, not a word.*
"I came back from hell for this?"
Tasha: "Might plan a holiday there later once we get out of here."
*She replied sarcastically to his question. Like hell could be better than this place, but then again Angel had been there, he knew what was best.*
Tasha: "Was in Harmony..."
*Her voice trailed and soon turned into a groan as she tried to sit up. Lying on the ground was beginning to get boring, and although her body riddled itself with pain she was too stubborn to follow what the rest of her wanted.*
Tasha: "Okay... Gonna snap..."
*With that she let her body collapse on the cold ground. The pain began to get too much, even with the stiffness fading, it was still taking ages. She went back to looking upwards and continued talking.*
Tasha: "As I was saying... Heard about our lovely chamber host, decided to drop by... He let me stay for a while..."
*Then she eyes drifted over to where she thought Spike was, well that was where his sounds had come from. It gave her something to do, although it wasn't much.*
Tasha: "Wouldn't expect much from him... William Spike if you want to be right. Think he came with Angelus. Isn't that sweet he brings his own torture buddy with him... Anyway, Spike's outside..."
*Her eyes closed tightly and she focused on the battle outside. She felt all the characters fighting, the mutants, Spike, the Slayer and the vampires who continued to fall but more would enter the scene not long after.*
Tasha: "Can you feel them?"
*She asked hinting for him to use the power which most demons possessed, the one to sense others around and close by.*
Tasha: "... Can you fell her?"
*Her voice now seemed somewhat challenging. During the short amount of time from between the first time of sensing the new slayer and now she'd become keen on meeting her. What did this other worlds Slayer look like, she still pondered but the main thing she wanted to know was... Who was stronger?*
‘It’s friendship that keeps everything going. You kill or hurt something; its friend tries to get you. Like I will, if someone hurts you…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
The dark gloomy corridors they had entered shortly after arriving in the basement had a rather eerie feeling to them, but the Slayer let Rogue handle the one or two demons that where standing watch in front of some of the doors. Most of which where knocked out in a single powerful punch, Jennifer's hand was reaching for the doors they passed, sensing what was on the other side. Most of them where demons, probably dirty dealers or thieves, very few had souls, and most smelled like vampires.
It was so hard looking for Angel, because his scent was everywhere, Angelus must walk these halls everyday, Jen decided to search for the power, this world's Slayer.. It wasn't too long before they came to another thick wooden door that took more of the Slayers attention then the others.
"This is it, their in here.." Her voice was quiet, taking a step back and allowing her foot to lash out and slam open the door was surprising ease. But she wasn't ready to go in, she didn't move forward, allowing Rogue to enter first, the Slayer moved over to one of the rather old fashioned torches that where lit on fire to light the halls. Holding it up so they could see the three figures in the room clearly, Jen tore her eyes from Spike who was up on the wall, leaving him for Rogue to free. Looking down at the girl and the other vampire, she quickly knelled between them, her eyes looking down at Angel who was squinting up at her now.
The light was so bright, he was sure he was just seeing things, but then, moments passed as she was still staring down at him. How could she be here, when he was Angelus...when he was evil and had lost his soul a few years ago, he had killed her... When he got his soul back his mind was torn apart, he only recently began coping in the world again.. and now ... was she really back? His hand reached up and his fingers touched her cheek, she was real, and her hand rested over his quickly, his hands where cold, but his eyes burned so brightly with the life that her Spike so eagerly searched for. He struggled to sit up, the pain shooting through his body, Jennifers arm helping him as best she could while also holding the fiery stick. The soulled vampires arms wrapped around her, his fists clentched tightly, he didn't know what was going on... he didn't know how she came back, but she was real, she was so real..
He pulled his hidden face from her shoulder, looking up at the other girl, Catherine, he didn't recognise the girl, the confusion and fear in his face hinted he wasn't sure about what was going on. His face returned to hiding against Jennifer's shoulder, why had she came back? ...Did she really come back for him.. Jennifer's head rested against his, her eyes glancing down against Tasha's face, the light clearly showing the fact that Tasha was not her counter part.
"We'll get you all out of here." The otherworldly Slayer assured as she struggled to help Angel up to his feet, the soulled vampires eyes stared down at Tasha. Jennifer placed down the torch and then helped Tasha struggled weakly to her feet as well.
"Cat, can you help her?" Angel's hands reached for Jennifer's face once more, his fingers resting against her warm skin as Jennifer talked.
"I'm real Angel." The Slayer assured her one time lover, who seemed to give a rather pained expression before letting his fingers pull away.
"...I saw you die, I watched helplessly as Angelus killed you years ago, I watched you fade away...I couldn't save you because...but I watched... I watched him-" Jennifer's forehead rested against his lips, which stopped him from talking as he seemed hypnotized into silence as they waited for Rogue to get Spike so they could leave..
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need'This is it, their in here..' Cat wondered how she knew, all she could see was a door like countless others in this place, but any doubts which may have surfaced in her mind were quickly swept away once Jennifer had kicked the door in. She looked in shocked horror at the three inhabitants in the room, two seemingly broken figures lay slumped upon the floor and Spike ... she felt a rush of sorrow and pain for him.
She watched as if frozen as Jennifer helped the figure she recognised from the smiling photo as Angel, though he didn't seemed to be smiling anymore and she wasn't surprised. Her eyes flicked back to the impaled figure of Spike ... he'd come back here to be treated like this, her yelling at him suddenly didn't seem that bad compared to the type of torture he must be enduring here.
She blinked twice breaking out of her thoughts, realising that Jen had asked her something.
'Cat, can you help her?' She looked down at the woman lying on the ground, kneeling down next to her.
'Uh yeah sure.' She said replying to Jen, she then turned her attention to the young woman on the floor, touching her shoulder gingerly. 'You ok?' She asked, 'Here lean on me.' She said trying to pull the woman off the floor and slip the girls arms around her neck to take her weight.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
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*Tasha could sense the other worlds Slayer coming closer, she wasn't alone either, but she didn't care about who she was with her it was the other slayer that the still stiff Tasha wanted to see. Then she seemed so close as she came to a stop. The muffled voices outside indicated where about she was exactly, right behind the other side of the door to this very chamber. About time someone came to get them out of this place!
As the door slammed open this worlds Slayer's eyes flew straight towards the incoming light. She blinked a couple of times allowing her eyes to adjust, it seemed like the brightest thing, although any source of light would seem bright compared to the darkness that hovered in this chamber.
She stared up at the Slayer as she looked down to her. Wasn't she dead? Angelus killed her... That's right she'd come from another world, obviously she hadn't gotten the chance to kill her there. Tasha could just picture her own poor other worlds soul running around stuck as a potential, unaware of the state this other world was really in.*
"We'll get you all out of here."
*Even though she knew the only way she could leave this place was by being saved, she didn't want to give this Slayer the credit. The least that could happen was that the other girl hel-At the same time Catherine was instructed to help out. Tasha looked up at the kneeling mutant, her body was still feeling stiff, a little more of the feeling had left her but she was still stiff.*
'You ok?'
*Tasha's eyes peered down to the hand that was placed on her shoulder, then she looked back up to the mutants face.*
Tasha: "Lived through worse."
*She smirked faintly, as she recalled times where she had been in so much pain she was surprised that she ended up defeating demons be herself, she'd also nearly died in other battles too. But pain was nothing, you could still go on and do your usual things you just had a constant bickering annoying you throughout the day. Death wasn't too bad either, at least you died doing something to help save this world, even if most of it didn't know she existed. But this stiffness, it made her feel as if she couldn't move at all... Made her feel defenceless, anyone could have come and attacked her at this very moment and she couldn't move.*
'Here lean on me.'
*Tasha tried to help the girl as she aided her to a standing position, but she just couldn't so she had to leave the mutant to do all the work. With her arm curved around Cat's neck she felt the snapping pain again. She now knew what a pencil felt like before it was snapped in half. The Slayer tried to straighten her arm but it didn't seem to want to move, anyway if it did go straight she'd end up back on the floor.*
Tasha: "Thanks..."
*She spoke but her voice trailed as she looked over towards Jennifer. It seemed sort of weird. She knew this world's Jennifer was gone, that was how she was promoted to Slayer, but now she was in the same room as her. It was even more stranger than seeing a ghost for the first time, seeing someone who's supposed to be dead walking about all lively.*
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
By the time the mutant Rogue had entered the chamber, it was as if a filter was put over her eyes and ears - any of her senses. She didn't notice Angel, neither did she realize another slayer was held captive here, there was just Spike and only him.
And he was hurt.
"Will!"
Out of a reflex, the absorption mutant flew to the room's other side where the vampire was chained to the wall. If only this had been all.
The emerald eyes full of sympathy and something indefinable, the face grey of fear and worry, Rogue broke the metal holding the soulless one without obvious effort and tried to get the blood circulating through his numb arms again.
"Tell me if it hurts too much"
she whispered realizing her efforts might cause nothing but pain to him. A soft kiss - an apology? a promise? - like a feather stroking gently over Spike's mouth followed before she rested her forehead against his not knowing what to do before he told her how he was feeling, whether he was able to walk.
"That's the time when you gotta say somethin' like ' 's alright, luv, 'm fine'"
Her eyes darkened and began to reflect the torches' light even more but although it took all the strength she got, Rogue held the tears back. Why was it so easy for him to make her cry even without having the intention to do so?
"You ninny... why didn't you wait for my... why didn't you..."
Touching his cheek tenderly, the southern belle's voice was a almost too quiet to be heard and if it wasn't for the vampire's supernatural senses, he surely wouldn't have been able to catch the whispered word.
Dryad felt incredibly useless as the slayer and his friend both hurried to "their" men and even Catherine had a task to do.
*I'm a man, dammit, why doesn't she ask me to carry the girl?!*
Deciding to ignore the rising feelings, Aran frowned lightly focusing on the souled vampire.
"Excusez-moi mais... is there some link between this Angel and our target? Or did I miss the latest fashion and this kinda names is suddenly incredibly in?
...and besides..."
A sudden shiver went down the greening mutant's spine as if his subconscious had noticed something he had no access to.
"Am I the only one thinking it's been too easy so far?" Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need"Will!" He felt the chains around his legs snap apart, the weight that had felt so heavy lifting away, Rogue's powerful hands grasping at the spikes nailed into the palms of his hands and freeing them, a muffled growl of pain slipping through his lips.
"Tell me if it hurts too much" His eyes remained closed, if she wasn't so close to him he'd be having trouble hearing what she was saying, but she was close enough for him to make out the words. When her lips so softly touched his own, the cuts and bruises seemed to stop hurting as much, his head leaning forward painfully as she pulled away.
"That's the time when you gotta say somethin' like ' 's alright, luv, 'm fine'" The vampire stared towards her, though his injured eyes couldn't see her, and he was still unable to respond, his lips parted slightly, a stinging sensation rippling through them as they moved.
"You ninny... why didn't you wait for my... why didn't you..." The tender touch of her fingers on his bruised cheek made him shut his eyes with a soft whimper, there was something Rogue couldn't see, something hurting him that was making it too painful for him to talk. Slowly his hazel eyes opened once again, looking down, unable to see into Rogue's worried and almost teary emerald gaze. His hands painfully, and very slowly, reached for her shoulders, but then his right hand reached back for the cold wall as his left took hold of Rogue. His knee bent, tapping against Rogue's legs since she was standing so close, pushing himself away from the wall, he yelled as his arms wrap around the southern belle, the two hooks slipping from within his shoulder as he moved into Rogue's awaiting embrace.
His forehead hide for a moment against her shoulder, it took a struggle for him to fight the pain and put weight back into his legs so he wasn't hanging off Rogue. His hands where trembling from the pain, and his breathing was quick but shaky. He couldn't hear as Aran talked, the boy was too far away for his damaged hearing, all this pain because Angelus was so upset that Spike abandoned them... but hadn't they abandoned him? Left him behind at the school.. why where they accusing him of leaving them.. it wasn't fair. After a chance for the vampire to allow the pain to dull faintly, he slowly pulled his head away from her shoulder, standing with a straight posture as his eyes searched for the face he knew was right in front of him. His hands reached up, his fingers gently touching her forehead and then stroking down lightly over her face, before resting tenderly on her cheek.
"..You needed a key into here, we're all you had, and I didn't want Angelus to get Spike.. he's got a soul, he's better then me, he's more real. I'm alright luv, it only hurts, it'll go away.. it always goes away.." The vampire's temporarily blinded eyes looked away towards the wall, his trembling hands pulled away from her shoulders, his face turning towards them. Slowly wounded hands raise and press gently against his battered face, there was the faintest sound of sobs that where hidden behind his hands and within the darkness of the chamber. His body tilted forward, resting against Rogue's as his arms returned to wrapping around her, it hurt when he moved, it always hurt.. he was tired of it hurting..
"Do-Don't let her, I don't like it anymore, don'let'er, she doesn't luv me, it isn't right, don't let'er touch me, don't, please.. Ro' it hurts.. everythin's so quiet... it's so dark.. don'leave me in the dark.." His head tilted gently back and forward, tapping against Rogue's shoulder lightly as he held onto her tightly, his legs struggling to remain holding him up. Meanwhile Angel looked uncomfortably towards Aran, his hand touching his bruised cheek lightly as he spoke.
"It's a long story.." He whispered painfully, not wanting to get into any real details about his curse.
"With a soul, he's called Angel, champion of the people, without a soul, he's Angelus, murderous monster who takes pleasure in the art of pain and death." Jennifer helped steady Angel more as she informed Aran of what he was confused about.
"And that'd be the 'abridged' version." He smiled faintly at Tasha before frowning and resting his spare arm down against his acking ribs as his other rested across Jen's shoulders. The souled vampire peered back anxiously at Spike, then over at Tasha, the look of worry and concern seen in his face.
"Can we get them away from here? Please, they've been through enough, they need some rest.." Angel's softly spoken words where directed mainly at Jennifer, he still couldn't believe she was here... holding him.
"..I love you." His whisper was easily heard by all except Spike, Angel's head gently resting down against Jennifer's once again.
"Rogue, we should hurry, Aran's right, this is too easy, the quicker we get outside the better off we'll be." It was all Jennifer could say in reply to Angel's statement of affection, she stared down at the ground as they all waited for Rogue to bring Spike.
She noticed very well what had been done to Spike - blinded, deafened, hurt to a degree no being should ever be - but additionally, Rogue knew pointed those facts out would be nothing but embarrassing, increasing the pain through lifting it on another level.
So she remained silent, carefully lifting Spike with her arms carrying him as if he had a child's weight.
"Aright, let's go. We can dust this bastard later"
Rogue groaled mentionning Angelus.
The green skinned mutant had simply nodded at the explanation - not really satisfied, yet seeing no point in exploring the topic longer. There were three wounded ones that needed medical help and since although he could have easily numbed the pain, he hesitated to do so. Maybe having them in a state in which they could at least defend themselves would prove to be better than if they were in a semi-trance.
As Rogue carrying the vampire approached the exit using her flying abilities so Spike would feel the least pain possible, Aran turned around as well. Since he was the only one not carrying or aiding anyone in any way, he assumed leading the way and protecting the rest was the best thing to do.
Stepping out, there was this feeling again... too weak to call it a premonition but too strong to simply ignore it.
"Watch out..."
, he hissed hoping he was wrong.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
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As the group started dow the corridor, there was little time between Aran's warning and the sudden feel of their limbs being totally paralyzed. There was a blast of energy that struck against the group, throwing them forward and into the ground with a great force. Drusilla smiled sweetly as she stepped slightly closer, raising her hand once again yet not attacking, focusing more on both Spike and keeping the rest of the group paralyzed. Spike opened his eyes again, but the holy water that injured them still had him blind, he looked around, the palm of his wounded left hand resting upon Rogue's stomach as he tried to understand what was going on.
Struggling to his knees, the vampire felt Drusilla crouching right beside the frozen figure of Rogue as she lay between Spike and his sire. His head tilted slowly to the side in confusion as he waited for what she was planning on doing, then in an insant, her hand was against his neck, her fingers wrapping tightly around.
"I didn't leave you, you left me, you both left me to die, you're just upset they didn't destroy me, you're upset I'm not fallin' apart with out you." She stood up, lifting Spike with her, Drusilla placed a foot upon Rogue's stomach, mocking the helpless mutant. Both Spike's hands grabbed at her arm, he growled, if he manage to turn her about, Aran would be able to use his power and destroy her... but right now he'd destroy Spike as well.. the male vampire couldn't help but ponder if that was really a bad thing..
He whimpered lightly, it hurt so badly, his face shifted, his golden eyes glaring blindly at his former lover, his bruised and cut lips parting slightly as he growled once again. Drusilla glanced down at Rogue, she was still upset that this mortal had taken away her pet, with a flick of her hand, Spike was tossed back over beside Tasha. Bending down Drusilla shifted into her demon face as well, but before she even got a hand on Rogue, Spike's body flung into her, tackling her away from the X-Woman with a growl of pain. There was a slight struggle, but the surprise of his burst into attack had given him the chance to sink his teeth into her shoulder. He only got a few mouthfuls of her cold blood before she threw him off her, but it was enough of a distraction to free the others from her hold.
Spike stayed down, remaining on the ground and out of the way, though honestly, he doubted he doubt stand if he tried to. He definatly couldn't help fight, he'd leave that to the sun powered mutant, it's been a while since Dru's sun bathed, he was sure she'd enjoy the chance. He inwardly was relieved at the thought of her being taken away, but at the same time, part of him knew he'd always miss her, and wanted to try and convince her to stop hurting others.. to be nice.. to stop being a normal vampire.. But he knew that'd never happen, and if he wanted to help them, he'd have to let them do what was needed.
He could taste her blood within his mouth as his face returned to its human disguise, he wanted to spit it out, he wanted to get rid of the awful taste.. But he was so hungry.. He shifted about weakly, his face yet again deforming into its demonic nature. He growled, but this time it wasn't focused at anyone, his arms pushing his body stubbornly up though pain screamed right through him. He lowered himself, resting his body on his elbows and keeping his head hovering above the cold ground. He lowered his face, resting his forehead against the floor and folding his hands over the back of his head. A loud animalistic roar echoing from the soulless vampire for seemingly no reason as he layed face down on the ground while the others dealt with Dru.
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need"And that'd be the 'abridged' version."
*Although she was caught up with trying to stand properly, which was failing terribly due to the slow fading stiffness she still managed to smirk back at Angel's comment. She stayed still for a moment and watched as he looked over to Spike then back over to her. The look on his face only made her nod, she knew what he was thinking about. As he spoke again she rolled her eyes, she didn't need any rest. She could continue on, it was her job... If only she wasn't stuck in the mercy of her body.
With the statement of love Angel spilt out towards the other Slayer made Tasha look straight at him, half surprised that something like that could be mentioned in such a situation. Surely he didn't love this worlds Jennifer, he'd killed her... Well Angelus had but still... Things seemed strange around this other Slyer.*
"Rogue, we should hurry, Aran's right, this is too easy, the quicker we get outside the better off we'll be."
*As the other Slayer talked Tasha looked over to where this 'Aran' guy was. Then she saw him... He was green! He wasn't demon, she'd sense that, he was just some sort of a green mutant. Geesh, mutants were a strange bunch. Maybe it was something to do with being a mutant for a while. If someone had of dipped into her mind they would have realised that she hardly knew a thing when it came to mutants. She was still looking at the green mutant, wondering why he was green when she noticed movement. She looked over to Catherine noticing that everyone was on the move.
She moved one leg forwards at a time as she slowly pushed herself forward aided by the help of the mutant beside her. Once in the corridor Tasha's legs began to feel a little less stiff and she could move them easier. It was starting to work out, until her who body became paralysed. Great, the stiffness was just fading and then it came back with more effect. She soon realised that she wasn't the only one unable to move as they were all blasted forward. She could sense the new vampire entering the scene. She'd sensed her earlier when she Spike had mentioned something causing her to try and sense who was around.
She listened to the female vampire talk, but didn't really pay much attention she just wanted to get out of this state. The feeling of being able to do nothing was the second worst feeling you could ever had, behind the feeling of failure.
Tasha didn't really take much of a notice upon what else was going on until Spikes body was thrown back, landing nearby her. She was about to go back talking to herself, in her mind, about how much she hated this feeling when her body became free of the full paralysis. She was now able to sit herself up, still three-quarters stiff, but enough in her to bend her legs as she rubbed the back of her head, which she'd landed on.
She glared over toward Drusilla, how much of a beating would she get if only she could move properly. She was sure the other Slayer would want another piece of the action. Two Slayers against one vampire, that'd be one hell of a beating... But then again Tasha never really did like working with others. Then with the load roar, out-roaring any animal she'd ever heard this worlds Slayer looked over to Spike with a sort of worried expression on her face, similar to the one Angel had given her earlier.*
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
Pushing herself to her knees, Jennifer glared over towards Drusilla, the female vampire angrily clutching at the bite wound given to her by Spike. Both Slayers seemed to let their eyes drift over towards Spike as he roared out, but quickly she ignored it, focusing on the danger at hand. But Drusilla gave another teasing smile as yet again a blast of energy burst into everyone, it was going to be far to difficult to fight her within these small corridors. Again people where thrown down, her covering their faces from the blast as dust flew around them. It was not even seconds before Drusilla disappeared, the beating of wings heard to all by the partially defened vampire who was struggling to his knees painfully.
"They need you outside, there's no one left in the building who will fight us, we'll make our way after you, get out there and fight'em." Spike words where rather harsh sounding through his clenched, still fanged, teeth, Jennifer sighed about to protest, but Spike just growled angrily.
"I don't need any help from any of you, so just get out there and bloody fight, and stop'em from bloody hurtin' all your bloody friends. We won't be a whole lot o'bloody use anyway, so just get out there, we'll be alright.." Struggling to his feet, Jennifer took a step forward but he flinched away from her, his blind eyes glaring angrily at the cold wall.
"If you go out there unguarded Spike... they might kill you." Although she spoke sternly, there was also a hint of worry, but Spike seemed to break into a rather pained laughter, his body resting weakly against the wall. His hands gently pushed him away, his head turned towards her, he didn't need to say what he was thinking, it was plainly obvious that he thought they already killed him a long time ago.. and really.. they had. Spike moved awkwardly passed Lost Angel's Slayer, a limp in his slow yet steady stride, he paused for a moment as he passed Rogue.
"You'll fight betta knowin' I'm safe, an' I am, look what I've been through, an' not ... really, really insane.. just a lil'bit.." He admitted his head tilting to the side as he blinked, his golden eyes still staring ahead, but he dropped his gaze, his hand slowly reaching for Rogue's face, the tips of his fingers touching her lips. His face shifted back to its human disguise, before pulling away and letting his fingers slip from the warmth of her skin and reached for the cold walls as he guided himself towards the other Slayer and Angel. Jennifer looked towards Rogue as if waiting for her to make a comment, but then looked towards Angel and hurried to his side. Spike felt her hurry past him, but he peered down at the Slayer still on the ground, while one hand rested against the wall, his other reached down and was held out for her to take so he could help her up.
"He's right, we'd just hold you all up, and.. there might be some confusion if I go out there.." Jennifer gave a glance over at Catherine as Angel spoke, but then the other worldly slayer stared at Angel's exposed scarred chest, gently placing a hand on one of his cuts.
"Well.. the bruised and battered bodies do set you apart.." She mocked before giving a slight nod of her head, stepping away from him, turning she moved towards the staire way.
"Yeah, an' we'll.. cover your backs, make sure no one attacks from behind." Spike called out, making an excuse that any might make some feel better about letting them hobble behind, Spike also knew a Slayer wouldn't take kindly to being considered too weak to help fight, so he quickly added.
" 'Sides, we got 'nother Slayer with us, they'll be screaming to get outta our way if their smart.." He mocked, his blind hazel eyes staring ahead still as he waited for the Slayer to take his wounded hand, she was smart, she'd know to grab him by the wrists, he wasn't woried that she'd might hurt her.. he was already in enough pain anyway, another dose wouldn't really matter..
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need*Should take Aran's hunches more serious... really should*
Rogue thought regretfully as she felt Drusilla's foot on her stomach. It didn't last for long, however, this helpless position and the feeling of powerlessness raised her anger. Too bad it was of no use at the moment.
Spike tackling his former love freed her of the spell, yet the southern belle had no clue of what to do. There was just one thing she was good at.
Quickly, she took her gloves off, waiting for a chance. She was too curious how the vampiress would like her own tricks.
Before she or Dryad had a chance to attack, another wave of energy threw them down and Drusilla disappeared.
"Merde!"
Aran summed the situation up kicking against the wall angrily. He didn't need Spike's command to know what to do. This maniac needed to be stopped. Not sometime but NOW!
"Outside? Alright!"
he shouted back at the hesitating others running towards where the exit was.
With a last worried glance at Spike, Rogue as well slowly turned to leave. It wasn't necessary to ask whether he was sure, instead of that, she smiled exaggeratedly
"Don't lettchaself down, sugah! Those vamps're no match for us"
The cheerfulness she acted had the side effect of letting her not notice, that her own way of talking began to return.
Quickly, Rogue speeded after the greening mutant to guard his back. After all, he was their secret weapon as long as none of the other X-Men was around.
(OOC: sorry again for the short posts! I'll continue wherever Dru pops-up... I figure that's most probably the other thread here in the Center area, right? )
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
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*She was just recovering from the second blast when she opened her eyes again. Looking up she saw the bruised and battered arm reaching down to her. She'd rarely been offered a helping hand in a time like this, but then again these times hardly ever occured in history, vampires, slayers and mutants all working on the same side...
Stubbornly she tried to get up by herself, but her stiff arms screamed out in pain as she bent them to ease herself up. Her body quickly falling back to the ground. She looked away from the hand and listened to Angel and Jennifer talk, then the others began to leave, leaving Tasha with Spike and Angel. They'd better not be thinking that she was all weak and no use to them. Because she wasn't she could still do stuff... Like... She'd have it in her if she needed to fight... The Slayer refused to allow herself think that she was weak and no good.*
" 'Sides, we got 'nother Slayer with us, they'll be screaming to get outta our way if their smart.."
*Tasha smirked, looking back up to Spike's reaching arm. Staring at his hand she noticed the pain inflicted on it, Angelus was sure one of the best torturer's going around and by the looks of things with both vampires she was left with, no expense was spared. She didn't even let herself think what he did to her.
Finally, her right arm reached up, passing the battered hand and gripping onto the vampires wrist. She ignored the pain that was beaming inside her, but it wasn't as strong as it was before, maybe the stiffness was leaving her arms as well. She pulled on Spike's wrist, her legs scuttled around trying to help herself up as her other arm pushed her upwards. She could also feel herself being helped up a little. The Slayer could only wonder about the sort of pain he wa in at them moment, and wondered how much more pain she was adding to him as he helped her up.
Tasha had to give him credit, Spike wasn't a weak vampire. She'd seen all different vampires both strong and weak alike, but if strong amounts of pain were added to them they'd cower up in a ball and plead to let out of their misery, or at least be spared. Yet the vampire pulling her up was in immense pain and still wanted to carry on. She didn't know what riddled him in his mind, but at least he didn't show it if it was weak thoughts or pleas to be let go.*
Tasha: "Heh... Thanks."
*She said as she let go his wrist once she was fully standing. It felt weird to be back up on her feet, feeling the weight shifting back into her legs again. They were the only part which was no longer stiff, at least she could probably do a few mean kicks if she needed, but from her hips up her body was still the same, excluding her arms which were halfway though healing.*
Tasha: "So, now what?"
*Looking from Spike to Angel as she asked what was next, her voice seeming to be a little grumpy. She didn't like having to take orders, never did. She normally told her many Watcher's what to do when they tried to suggest something. Angel wasn't stupid, and this Spike didn't seem like he was going to do something silly, hopefully it just be a Watcher-like suggestion. Anyway what could the three really do when they aren't at their full strength?*
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
Listening as Rogue and the others walked off, his mind was distracted from his thoughts of what they might be thinking when Tasha gripped his arm. She had been stubbornly refusing his help until then, part of him assumed she'd want nothing to do with a soulless vampire. He felt her hand pull on his arm, the sound of her feet trying to find their place beneath her so she could stand on her own. His lips pressed closed tightly as his jaw tightened and he helped pull her to her feet.
"Heh... Thanks." The warmth of her hand pulled away from his wrist, his head tilted slightly to the side, which really was painful, but he ignored the pain. Why did she say thank you? He only helped her up, he's helped people in far more important ways and they've never said thank you to him before. The right corner of his lips tugged slightly into a very faint half smile, he might have put more effort into it, but anymore and it would have hurt too much.
"So, now what?" The blonde vampire did the best to hide his limp as he moved passed her and slowly made his way towards Angel and the staires. Angel took in a thoughtful breath, looking towards Tasha as he began to speak.
"We could just-" Spike's hand snapped out as he passed Angel, the palm of his hand pinning the souled vampire to the wall.
"Follow the Slayer's lead." Spike finished the sentance, it wasn't spoken as a suggestions though, it was a statement, almost like a demand. Angel glanced down at Spike's hand with a frown, but Spike pulled it away slowly, Spike knew Slayers, he knew how they liked to keep their heads up. Last thing she'd want after beng tortured by a vampire would be vampires ordering her about, besides, it wasn't their place, was it? She was a Slayer, she should always take charge in these situations.. it was the legacy of a Slayer, and Spike wasn't going to let this soulled 'champion' take that right from her. Just because he had a soul doesn't mean he can order a Slayer about, and Spike wasn't going to admit there was a veriaty of reasons he disliked this vampire..
Other then the fact he had the face of the one creature who's been spending centuries enjoying the pain he's inflicted upon Spike, there's also the soul, also having the Slayer.. If Spike had a soul Jennifer would have been more polite, more humane to him, but he didn't, so she always shrugged off his calls for help. That's what he thought anyway, and it would be hard for anyone to prove him otherwise, Angel looked towards Tasha, as if agreeing for her to take charge.
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
*As Angel had begun to speak, Tasha watched as Spike pinned him to the wall, as if cutting him off. She tilted her head slightly, as her thoughts about him not being stupid began to slip away. She took a defensive step forward, in case this strange Spike was going to try something on Angel.*
"Follow the Slayer's lead."
*Her head straightened and she raised an eyebrow at the tone the unsoulled vampire had used with his words. Why would he demand something like that. Most soulless vampires wanted to take charge of things, often causing fights in their little clans between who the leader was and who wanted to take over. There were some exceptions though, many would be honoured to work under Angelus's orders. By now Spike had moved away his hand, Angel was standing normally the look upon his face, agreeing with Spike.*
Tasha: "You are two very smart vampires!"
*She spoke amused as she walked over towards the stairs where both vampires stood. Her walk didn't look too bad, basically normal, apart from her upper body with her arms swaying stiffly as they slowly began to ease up. Her back remained a little sore and her head hurt a bit from when Dru sent them flying back, but she wasn’t going to show that easily.*
Tasha: "If we're supposed to be covering their backs, we're not doing much of a good job. But I'm sure the other Slayer could handle it if the situation came."
*Her voice seemed to snap as she mentioned Jennifer, this worlds former Slayer, and other worlds present Slayer... Even though she was here now. She still didn't really like the idea of having her around. She'd had her time being Slayer in this world, she failed, it was Tasha's time...*
Tasha: "I think they've had enough time to get out, I say we follow the path the others took. Shouldn't be too hard to pick up their scents, so we shouldn't get lost."
*She took a step forward, ending up on the first step out of the hallways leading to the many chambers that were down here. She pivoted around, looking back to both of the vampires.*
Tasha: "... Let's go!"
*She finally said, turning back around and starting to work her way through the staircase, leading both Angel and Spike.*
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tortured Times for Those in Need
The stairs where somewhere here, he knew it because the slayer's footsteps where echoing from slightly above him now, he felt Angel's hand reach for his arm, but Spike growled and pulled away from the helping hand.
"I don't bloody need your help." He snapped, Angel raised his hands and backed off, hurrying up the stairs and leaving Spike down at the bottom by himself. Spike's hands blindly reached down for the steps after a moment of dreading the idea of stumbling up there. Angel had made it half way up the stairs when the sudden rush of Spike's body charging past him on all fours purposfully pushed his way passed the souled vampire. Angel decided instantly he wasn't fond of this Spike..
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