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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Box? What do you mean he’s in a box?” then, before he could answer, Willow recalled the darkness and hunger that had been haunting her. “Oh, god,” she whispered, “Take me to him, now.”

With a wave of her hand she released them, the four of bodies falling to the floor in a heap. Anita recovered quickly, however, and came up shooting. Again Willow simply waved her hand stopping the bullets, and with a muttered “Fundo,” the large gun melted into a puddle of black goo. Anita made a sound similar to a squeak, and then blushed in embarrassment for her girlish outburst as she reached into her inner pants holster and pulled out her back-up pistol, a smaller Firestar.

“Ma Petit, don’t,” Jean-Claude cautioned. This girl obviously had power beyond their comprehension, and it was unwise to upset her further until they could learn something of her weaknesses.

“But Jean-Claude, she MELTED my gun. I loved that gun!” Anita replied, sounding like a petulant child and hating herself for it.

“I’d listen to your friend. I have no desire to fight with you; I just want Spike back. So take me to him, now.”

“This way,” Jean-Claude motioned, taking the lead and giving Anita a stern glance as he passed her.

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“I don’t understand. Why can’t you just open it?” Willow asked when she saw the coffin before her, wrapped in chains and crosses. Jean-Claude had been trying to explain that it was beyond him to simply open the box because there was too much danger within, but Willow simply wasn’t getting it.

“Because, as I’ve been trying to explain, petit sorciere, he has been in there too long to be simply released. If he were like any other vampire, he would need to feed, then be rebound to his master, and then have his body warmed in a hot bath. Otherwise, he would most certainly go into shock and die. However, since the nature of this creature is somewhat unknown, even this may not save him, or he may be released, only to attack my people, and I will not put them in danger. I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do.” Jean-Claude said softly, raising his hands in a helpless gesture and hoping the small redhead would simply let it go. However, he was not surprised when she did not.

“Look, if it’s blood you need, then have someone run to the butcher, and get some pig’s blood. He’s been living off the stuff for years, so it should suffice for now. As for your people, if he tries to attack, I’ll protect you,” she said, giving him a hard stare.

“Yeah, right! After you attacked us, we’re just supposed to believe that you are going to protect us? I don’t think so,” Anita protested, but Willow did not meet her gaze or reply to her outburst. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed squarely on Jean-Claude’s chest. She knew he was the one person she had to contend with in this matter. Her instincts told her to simply open the coffin herself, she surely could do it, but she was unfamiliar with what would be required to restore Spike to health, and she was afraid that without help he would indeed die.

“Please, Jean-Claude, please help me save him,” she pleaded softly, sounding for all the world like a little girl, “I’ve already lost so many people I love. I can’t lose one more.”

Jean-Claude believed her. The sincerity in her voice was obvious, and if that wasn’t convincing enough, Asher’s hand closing on his shoulder in a reassuring manner certainly was. Despite his better judgment he wanted to help her. Besides, assuming this, Spike, could get beyond his time of imprisonment, he and this girl, whatever she was, could make very powerful allies.

“Very well,” he raised his hand to cut off Anita’s protests before they began, “but we cannot revive him with the blood of a swine.” Jean-Claude and Asher both made faces of deep disgust, “Jason will go ask for volunteers to feed him, at least three,” he said over his shoulder to the small blonde man as he left the room, “I want to be sure that he does not have cause to take too much from any one person. Then he must have his bond to his master renewed. I assume you will volunteer for this part?”

“Well, since his sire is a wee bit unattainable, I guess I will have to,” the redhead answered, unsure and biting her lip.

“I cannot guarantee it will work. In the past I would have said that only a master vampire could satisfy this bond, but recent events,” at this he looked over at his scowling mate and smiled, “have convinced me that at times a powerful woman is also strong enough to make this bond. If you are such a woman, then perhaps your friend will live.”

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“Are we all ready?” Anita asked with a growl, glancing around the room. Everyone nodded in answer, and she motioned for the first of the blood donors to step a bit closer. She hated this plan, hated putting anyone in danger to try to save some unknown vampire with unusual abilities, and hated even more that Jean-Claude refused to even hear her out on the matter. Still, she couldn’t leave him here to deal with it on his own, just in case. She had called her boss, Bert, and after a twenty minute argument where he had threatened to fire her at least six times, she had finally convinced him to reschedule whatever appointments he could and to give the rest to Larry Kirkland. The kid had really come into his own and could surely handle a couple of clients for her. She’d probably have to buy him a fruit basket or something though to make up for it. Snapping her attention back to the issue at hand, she signaled to the strange redhead, and together they began removing the chains and crosses from the coffin.

The first donor, a renfield named Abdul, shifted from foot to foot nervously, hoping that he would finally please his master enough to be brought into the inner circle and be made a vampire. Assuming he didn’t die, of course.

As the lid was removed, the assembled group looked inside, holding their breath, unsure of what they would find. Willow let out a shuddering moan as she caught sight of the once proud vampire.

He looked more like a skeleton than she could have possibly imagined. His naked flesh clung to his bones, a sickly grey color. His cheeks, which had always been well defined, were sunken to the point of making his face appear as nothing more than a skull. Tufts of hair were missing from his head where he had apparently pulled them out, but worst of all were his hands and arms. His fingers and knuckles were crushed, obviously broken in his struggle to escape from his captivity, and his arms were covered in vicious bites where he had tried to feed on his own blood when the hunger had become too much. There was no movement, no indication that there was a spark of life left in him.

“Merde,” Jean-Claude swore softly, “we are too late.”

To be continued…
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