Forrest's POV
She has to die.
I motion to Graham and my back up to come through Stevenson's front door, blaster guns raised like I did moments earlier. I get them to fan out on the main floor, creating a perimeter before heading upstairs to the second floor.
Buffy Summers deserves to die for what she did to us, for what she did to Riley. Riley never would've been brutally stabbed to death if it hadn't been for her.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and I motion for them to head upstairs and after a second I join them. I look down the hall, it's empty.
Good, it's better that no other civilians get hurt. Buffy isn't a civilian though, she's a monster.
We reach her doorway and it's barely hanging off its hinges. I can see the blood stains on the floor.
That's where it happened, where Riley took his last breath. It's all her fault and I'm gonna kill her for it, slow and painfully.
I move away from the door and two of my unit kick it in. The five other guys in my unit charge in, guns drawn and ready to fire, making sure the room was secure.
"Clear."
I rush in looking around the room.
"Damn it, she's not here."
"Well maybe she's just out. We can wait. We'll take her down."
She could be in the area.
"Fan out, form a perimeter. I wanna know the second she enters the building. I'll stay here and coordinate."
"Yes sir."
"I do not believe they will have time."
I turn to see someone standing in the door. Adam is standing there.
"And why's that Adam?"
"Because they will all be dead in a few minutes."
"Don't count on it, take him down."
We all fire our blaster guns at him. The charges hit him and it barely fazes him. It's as if he absorbs it and it makes him stronger.
"Thank you."
He starts to come at us and we spread out in the room.
Damn it, we've got to do something.
"Hit him again."
"But sir..."
He doesn't finish as Adam grabs him by the throat and tears one of his arms off, incapacitating him as he's dropped on the floor.
"Colin!"
Graham charges Adam in a rage.
"Graham don't!"
Adam punches him hard in the face making him fly across the room in a skull cracking, bloody mess. I come at him with a flying drop kick. He barely stumbles before I come at him with a right cross and I nearly break my hand on his face. He grabs me by the neck and lifts me above his head as the last two of my team impale themselves on Adam's skewer.
I can't breathe. Oh god I can't breathe.
I look down at Adam and he looks back.
"Your blood will make the perfect message for the slayer."
I knew the slayer was in on this.
My neck snaps.
Faith's POV
Fucking bitch!
I close the door to my motel room as I walk in.
How could she think threatening to kill a man would win me back?
I start pacing around the room.
I mean, generally speaking killing someone is not considered a declaration of love... unless you're evil, which I'm not anymore. What would make her think killing someone could make me forgive her for what she did to me? Did she go insane?
I throw myself on to my bed and stare at the ceiling, spread out like I'm being crucified.
Did falling in love with me drive her insane? Well it wouldn't be the first time. I've had plenty of guys go all schizoid on me when I left them for being too clingy. Most of them ended up in jail, some of them even ended up in the hospital after trying too hard to get me back. Is that what's gonna happen to B?
Am I gonna have to put her out of commission when she goes too far, or worse? I don't know if I can do that. I mean, I will if I have to but I... I don't want to have to. Maybe it's better that we're broken up, Buffy is obviously hurt but she'll get over it. I may not be able to forget what she did but that doesn't mean I don't still care about her. I don't want her to go all psychopathic killer on me, like I used to be. I might not be able to live with myself if that happened. So I'll stick to the plan... we're broken up and it's gonna stay that way... whether we like it or not. It's better for everyone this way.
I run my fingers threw my hair and go back to crucifying myself.
Besides it's not like we can be together anyway. She doesn't trust me... and if it were anyone else that wouldn't be a problem but... well it's Buffy. I can't be with someone like Buffy unless I know that she trusts me, especially with my past, and she doesn't. No matter how many times she might say she does, deep down inside she doesn't, not really. I can't be with her without trust, not completely. Weird as it is, even after what she's done, I'd still trust her with my life... even if she can't do the same.
There's a knock at the door and I sit up.
Who could that be?
I get up to start toward the door and I'm all conflicted about whether I want it to be Buffy or not.
Part of me wants it to be her so I can tear her apart, part of me wants it to be her so I can kiss her and make up, and some part of me doesn't want it to be her at all.
I reach the door and open it and...
"What the hell do you want Spike?"
I turn around and head back into the motel room.
"Well... isn't that a nice way to greet the man who saved your life?"
I look at him.
"You're not a man Spike."
"Well no I suppose not but that doesn't change the fact that I saved your life. Don't I get a thank you?"
God did I NOT need this.
I put my arms across my chest as I see him checking me out.
"What can I say? I'm not much for giving gratitude."
"Yeah so I hear. You're more of the gratification giving type of girl ain't ya?"
He raises an eyebrow at me from outside the door.
"Fancy a go?"
Why did B ask me not to stake this bastard?
I scoff at him. He smiles at me and starts to check out the door frame.
"You're so totally not invited in by the way."
He steps through the doorway and his smile gets a little bigger.
"Public living quarters pet, don't need an invite."
I roll my eyes at him.
Damn it, I should've remembered that.
"Did you need something Spike or did you want me to just stake you?"
"I heard about some doings from the underground, thought the Chosen Two might wanna hear about it."
"What is it?"
"Tell ya what, we'll go see blondie and I'll tell you two together."
I am NOT going to see B right now.
"Look, if you wanna go find B and tell her you go ahead, but we ain't going together. She and I aren't exactly talking right now."
"Really... something happen between you two birds?"
"Yeah, something..."
I'm not gonna spill my guts to this loser.
"You know I've been meaning to ask you, is there something going on between you two ladies? Cause I sorta picked up on a vibe..."
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on or not? Cause I'm picking up a vibe that's telling me to throw you out that door."
"Right then, straight to the point, something's going down."
"Something's going down, is that it? Oh you are so going out that door."
I walk up to him and grab him by his leather jacket collar.
"No wait... that's not it."
I resist the urge to throw him through the door.
"Talk fast."
"The big bad beasties in this town? They've got their panties in a bunch about something big. I'm betting it has something to do with Adam and the Initiative. Word is a lot of them are looking to get caught by them military boys in the past week or two. Whatever's going down, it's going down soon, maybe even in the next couple of days, possibly even as early as tomorrow night."
"Fine, now go tell Buffy and the gang."
I throw him out my door, landing a few feet from the door.
"They may actually do something about it."
He gets up slowly.
"But..."
I turn my back to him.
"GO, before I decide to do more than throw you out of my place."
I hear him run off.
I ain't saving the world on info from Spike.
I close the door and go back to my bed.