Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November
If it has been a while since I last updated, as usual I sincerely apologise. I really should write more. I'm happier if I write, so I don't know why I do less writing lately.
Drusilla was waiting for them when they emerged from the sewer. She was looking very annoyed with the both of them, her arms folded across her chest.
"You ate him," She said. She was clearly speaking to Spike, but he didn't say a word. He just looked away from her.
"I don't think he wants to talk about it," Andrew said.
Drusilla sighed. "We should go somewhere soon. This thing we need to find, we'd better hurry up if we're going to find it,"
"Actually," Came a small, high voice. "You've already found it,"
"What are you on about?" Spike demanded, turning around. Maya stood opposite them, wearing a red coat.
"You've found the way to the next level. It's on that key ring there," She said, pointing to the ring of keys Spike still held in his hand. He looked at her, confused.
"The key? The key for the chains…"
"No, silly. There are three keys on that ring. One of them will take you to the next level. All you've got to do is open that door," She pointed behind them, to a door that looked very out of place with everything that surrounded it. It was made of metal, but it was dull and grimy. It seemed more like something from the twentieth or twenty-first century than the nineteenth. The lock, however, seemed the exact opposite. It looked like the kind of lock you'd expect to find on the door of an old church.
"That's all we've got to do? Open a door?" Spike asked. "'Cause if you ask me, that sounds pretty easy,"
"It is easy. This is the first level after all. Like I said, it gets harder as it goes along," Maya started to walk away, but then turned and smiled at them. "See you later," she said, and with that, she disappeared. Literally, without a trace. Andrew was staring on in awe, but Spike was just annoyed. Witches could be so lazy. He held up the keys and was once again startled by how easy this was. The key which fit was obvious just by looking at it.
"You two coming?" He asked. Drusilla and Andrew walked over to him, Drusilla looking solemn, Andrew looking nervous. Spike turned the key in the lock, and opened the door.
Willow was once more trying to find Spike, Drusilla and Andrew, but this search was no more fruitful than all her previous ones.
"I don't see why you don't just give up," Kennedy said from her place beside her. "I mean, it seems pretty obvious to me that they're not coming back,"
Willow turned to her girlfriend with an annoyed look on her face. "No. I have to be able to get them back. They will come back. I know it,"
"I don't see why you care so much anyway. It's not like it's Dawn, or Xander or Buffy. It's just two vampires and a nerd,"
"Kennedy!" Willow said fiercely. "I don't want to argue with you. Spike's a friend, okay? Now just let me try!"
Kennedy kept quiet.
As the three of them stepped through the door, they were sucked into a whirling vortex. Andrew had always thought that being able to travel through time and space would be amazing, but as it turned out, this was horrible. He couldn't control the flailing of his limbs as he fell quickly towards their destination. He looked over at Spike and Drusilla, who seemed to have a remarkably different attitude about this than Andrew himself did. Spike seemed only vaguely scared and mostly just… bored. Drusilla was acting even stranger, laughing her head off while strands of her chocolate coloured hair swirled about her. She was actually having the time of her life and while Andrew very much envied that, he also needed to think of other things. Like trying not to damage his voice with all the screaming. Not that it mattered, he wasn't a singer or anything…
Suddenly the ground rushed up to meet them and Andrew felt his body smash into hard concrete. Tears welled at his eyes in response to the pain. He felt like every bone in his body had just shattered. He unsuccessfully attempted to keep back his cries of pain.
"Andrew?" It was Spike. He was looking at Andrew with a concerned look on his handsome face.
Andrew wanted to speak, to say that he was okay, but the only sound that escaped his mouth sounded somewhat like the bleat of a sheep. Suddenly Spike growled and turned around.
"Not too happy to see me, are you? Don't worry. Not many people would be," That was Maya speaking. Andrew moved his neck to try to see behind Spike and sure enough she was there at the end of the huge room, her little voice carrying so well it had to be either magic or a microphone.
"In case you didn't guess yet, this is the start of the second level. I'm terribly sorry for the rough landing. That wasn't meant to happen," She said, looking at Andrew. Her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin, showing off her white milk teeth. Andrew had no doubt that she had, in fact, meant to cause him pain. It amused her, and of course that was all they were there for, still alive. Her amusement. She began walking over. Andrew felt his heart sink, even though he knew she was coming over to heal him. As soon as she touched him, sharp pain flooded his body and he let out and agonised scream. In the distance, he heard two deep growls. Spike and Drusilla. When Maya was done, she took a single step back and gave him an adorable smile that seemed completely out of place on her. Then she was gone.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked. After a minute to figure out the answer, Andrew nodded.
"I feel great," He said. He wasn't lying. Though the memory of that pain was still fresh in his mind, there was no pain whatsoever in his body now. He felt like he'd be able to run for a thousand miles, though that might be a bit of an exaggeration. "So… what do we do now?"
"Dunno…" Spike said distantly. He was looking around the room. "I know this place…"
"Really? Where is it?" Andrew received no answer to his question, but Spike opened a door that was very much like the one they had walked through to get there and walked through. Not having anywhere else to go, Andrew and Drusilla followed him. They walked into an even larger room. Men and women in white coats were everywhere, as well some people who appeared to be soldiers. And, in cages, were hundreds of demons. Andrew looked at Spike, who had an almost horrified look on his face.
"Shit," He said, his voice barely audible to Andrew's pathetically human ears.
"What is it? Where are we?" Andrew asked, trying to disguise his evident panic, but that simply wasn't possible. If something scared Spike, then it definitely scared him.
"We're in the bloody Initiative, that's where,"