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AN I'm back! Hope it's not been too long. Been a bit busy. Oh! Got my own website if you'd like to check it out. If you should, feedback greatly appreciated. http://www.webspawner.com/users/agneshhagadus/index.html Will try and update it often. Well, on with the mystery. Hope I still got you guessing. Hehe. And to my muse, love you always.

The room was dark and dank. As we had last left it a few days ago. But instead of just one occupant, there was now another. Two young blonds were in opposite corners. Both had cots to sit upon. Neither could see the other from where they sat. But they knew who the other was. They just couldn't figure out why they had been taken.
Anya sat with her hands folded on her lap. She had been through so much in the past few months and had thought that this coming spring break was just what she had needed. Now, she wondered if she'd live to see those good times or not. Buffy had shared who their captor was, which really didn't make any sense. Well, for Buffy it did.
Buffy was lying down on her cot. It was getting to be too much just sitting or lying there. Not knowing what was to happen next. It really was all too much for her anymore. And after all she'd gone through. She'd nearly killed herself so stupidly. Was this why she had lived? So that she could be locked up here with a friend? Probably left to die.
That's when the door opened. A faint light lit up the room to reveal once again Hank Summers standing there. "Hello ladies. Buffy already knows why she is here. Shall I explain why you are here Anya?"
"If you must." Anya's quick wit and stating things matter of factly would never leave her. Her father was the only one that broke her of that. She would not let another take away one of her strongest assets.
"Glad to see that you still have your sense of humor." Mr. Summers came closer to her. "That makes breaking you that much more fun. You see, my young friend, the reason you are here is because of your father. He had some debts to me. I run a special kind of business. And your father has many debts. He paid for them with his life. But not all of them. You will have to be the one that pays for the rest."
"Why the hell should I have to pay?" Anya stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. She was getting really tired of this whole scene. It was definitely not to her liking. "I barely knew my father. Then, he tries to get me to kill my own sister. I've dealt with him long enough, that's for sure. Let him pay his own debts. Even from the grave."
"You are a spirited young girl." Mr. Summers smile turned evil. "That will be so much fun to break your spirit. Just like I have with my daughter. She had a choice. She chose to sit here like a selfish little girl. You'll fight back, at first."
"I won't ever back down. You should know that right now." Anya took a step toward the man she knew very little about. "I may have hated how my father did things. But there is one thing I inherited from him that I am glad for. And that is my strength. And my resolve. You will never be able to break my spirit. I won't allow it."
Mr. Summers now laughed out loud, making Buffy jump. She had been in the corner trying to ignore the exchange. To her, fighting back only made things worse. "You have a lot to learn. It'll be fun teaching you." His hand was pulled back and the back of his hand striking Anya's face before she could even react. "There's your first lesson. Plenty more where that came from." He turned and slammed the door.
Anya stood for a moment and wiped the blood that was running from the corner of her mouth away. She made her way over to Buffy. "We have got to get out of here. There has to be a way out." Buffy only stared up at her. "Snap out of it!" There was nothing registering on the other girl's face. "Great. Just great. Stuck with a girl who's out of it and a man that has gone insane. Gee, this is so much fun." Little did Anya know that the fun was just beginning.

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Sleep was not coming from the dark haired young man. It had been a few days since anyone had seen Darla. Just like Buffy, she had disappeared into the night. It was not a good thing. His mind raced with all the possibilities. Like the still unknown woman that had been found in the alley. It could be how Darla ended up.
Sleep was not coming for another reason. He was thinking how badly he had screwed up his life. And most of the blame went to his father. His father had never really loved them, he or Spike. They were just offspring. Ones that could some day take over the family business. And when they made it clear that they didn't want anything to do with it, he had made their lives a living hell.
So, Angel had rebelled. He'd rebelled in any way that he could think of. To be honest, dating Cordelia had been a kind of rebellion. True, they had been the two most popular kids in school so dating was the thing they were supposed to do. And he did care for her on some level, but not the kind that was required when you were seeing someone. He had never loved her even though he had said he had.
He looked back to the times in middle school. Just before Darla had moved away. They had met during one of the times that he and Cordelia had broken up. And there was an instant connection there. That was for sure. They had definitely become fast friends. And slowly, it had grown to more.
She was the only one that truly got him. Understood why he was such a jerk to everyone. And she had even gotten him to not be such a big time jerk. For a while, he was just one of the guys. Nice as could be. But then, she had moved away. And he had resumed dating Cordelia. Things were just not that good after she left.
The young man quickly stood up. He could hear his brother pacing in the next room. So worried about Buffy. And she had been gone longer and the body of the girl was so close to her description. You so had to feel for the guy. Must have been the worst feeling in the world to know that the woman you loved was out there, or worse, dead.
Shuddering at the thought, he put on his jacket and snuck out his bedroom door. The streets were only half lit by a moon that wanted to hide behind the grey mass of clouds out this night. It made for seeing rather difficult. But the young man still ventured on his way. For he would not give up on his newfound mission.
And that mission was to find his girl. Though they hadn't been dating officially, and he knew that Darla was having problems with the whole getting shot thing, he loved her. She was his girl and always would be. And he was going to find her and tell her that.
Up one dark alleyway then another. It was really the stupid thing to do being out here looking for someone like this. But he would do anything for her. Ever be out at three in the morning. He just wanted to know that she was all right.
A sound from the end of the alleyway caught his attention. He began running towards the sound hoping that it wasn't just cats. Or even worse. He screeched to a halt when he saw what had made the noise. Anger built up inside of him so fast. He never knew that he could feel so angry. And that was after he was shot and his friends nearly killed.
Lying there with her clothes torn and her face bloodied and bruised was Darla. She was whimpering. He could not make out what she was saying. But it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. He knew. He carefully took her into his strong loving arms. He needed to get her medical attention. And someone that knew how to deal with things like this.
Life would never be the same for her. Not after this. How could any man do this to a woman? He would never understand why a man raped a woman. The anger was boiling up inside of him. Whoever it had been was just lucky that at that moment he did not know. Or they would be joining Mr. MaClay in the cemetery.

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Xander was pacing the floor. He and Anya were to have gone on a pre skiing shopping spree hours ago. The stores were long closed and he was getting more then just a little worried about his girlfriend. With all the things happening of late, anything could have happened to her.
Darla had disappeared along with Buffy. There was another girl that had disappeared. Finally, her parents had come forward to report her missing, as long as Buffy had been gone. That gave Mrs. Summers hope, at someone else's expense, that her daughter may still be out there and hopefully alive.
All these missing girls was giving him the creeps. And now, add on to that the fact that his girl was missing and it added up to even more creepout. His mother had already yelled at him more then once for his continued pacing in his bedroom. But he did not care. For his girl was missing. What was a guy to do?
Standing around pacing wasn't doing a thing at the moment. And he would rather be do something guy then stand around guy. But he'd always seemed to be the one that was the getter. The stander around kinda guy. It was a joke that he was the donut getting guy. Which, under normal circumstances, wouldn't be such a big deal. But this involved the safety of Anya.
He stopped pacing for a moment. It hit him how much in love he was with this young woman. And how young he still was. For he'd just turned fifteen a short time ago and was still a freshman in high school. Were relationships supposed to be this serious when you were in high school? Since this was his first one, he was unsure of it
He was unsure of a lot of things. He'd heard about the evidence against his best friend. And he knew that a couple nights ago the police had dragged her in. And that they had kept her there most of the night. But he just couldn't picture his sweet innocent friend doing something such as murder. Even if it was to protect her everything.
But yet, he knew what he would do in that situation. If someone had treated his girl that way. And the thought of how Mr. MaClay had treated both his daughters. And the thought of how he had almost died so that he could save Tara. That he had had to do that because of the evil man. That was making him angry.
So angry that his fist flew. And he knocked a whole in the wall. That was just dandy. His mother would be in here yet again giving him grief. And this time well deserved. Why had he let himself get so worked up? And to actually hit something? Even though it was just a wall. Still. Alexander Harris getting that upset?
Didn't make sense. He was the laid back kinda guy. But thinking of his girlfriend and his best friend in danger of any sorts had made him mad. So mad that his rational thought had gone out the wall in an instant. And that was not a good thing.
The young man tried to get his hand out but it was stuck. And it hurt like the dickens. Another great mess he'd gotten himself into. It was just great. All great that he had let his temper get the better of him. There was a knock on the door and yelling about tearing up the house. The words were slurred. Great, his mother had been drinking. Of course, it would have been something else had she not been drinking. That would have been different.
No time to think about that now. He yanked hard and his hand came out. Blood covered the knuckles. It was quite painful, but he didn't think it was broken. A little bit of luck there. The yelling continued though. And he knew that he'd get worse from his father when he saw the mess that he had made.
But all that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was his girl. And where she was. And if she was all right. For not knowing was more painful then anything that could happen to him now. His heart was hurting so badly that he didn't know if he could take it. But he had to. He had to be strong and he had to keep up the faith. Anya would soon be in his arms.
''''''

Sleepless nights were now a common thing for Willow. She had her girl by her side, it was true. And not having her by her side made for difficult sleeping by itself. But that wasn't the reason tonight. No. It was what happened three nights ago.
The police had showed up. And they had all this mounting evidence against her. Some of the things she didn't remember. Some of it she did. Like her purse. She knew she'd lost it but didn't know when. And they didn't like that too much. And the questions kept coming. And she didn't have any answers to them.
She jumped as the clock rung one in the morning. Just remembering where she had been at that time three nights ago made her jump now whenever she heard the clock. Which had been every night since. Tara had tried everything to get her to relax and allow her to sleep. But sleep would not come.
A small smile crept to her face. She remembered how Faith had talked to the officers. She still found it strange that Faith had also been taken to the police station. What could she have to do with all of this? Herself she could understand why the police wanted to talk to her so much. See if she changed her story in any way. But why Faith? Was she doing her thing again and protecting as she always had?
Knowing that wild young woman that was the case. Not many knew Faith like she did. Not even her brother Wesley knew some of the things that Faith had shared with her. One that would surprise most to know. But she wouldn't reveal it under any circumstances. And she knew that's how Faith was with her. Protecting her at any cost.
But what would this end up costing her? Willow was remembering little flashes of that night. That night that was now so much a nightmare. Flashes of red kept coming to mind. Her shirt, covered with red. Her hands. What had she done? Had she done anything? Or had she just hurt herself again badly? And she had just been trying to get help for injuries unknown?
But why then would she have blocked it out? She remembered everything perfectly from the car accident. She never did see the driver. And everything that had happened since then. All the painful and good memories she remembered. Why would she block this out? What would be the point?
And the blood. It lead her to think one of two things. Either she'd come across the body of Mr. MaClay and had tried foolishly to help him and in the process got herself covered with blood. Or she could very well been the one that had taken his evil life from him. And that would be why Faith was protecting her so vehemently.
Warm arms wrapped themselves around her. She felt a soft kiss on her neck. And a hug so tight against her back. "Tara." She whispered the name. It was as if her girl had known that she needed her. That she needed to feel her arms around her.
"What's the matter? Still trouble with what happened?" Tara again kissed her neck. She began to softly stroke her girl's arm. She tightened her grip on her girl wanting her to feel safe and to feel very much loved.
"Yep." Willow sighed heavily. "Busy head. As usual. Can't seem to stop thinking. Thinking. Always thinking."
Tara turned her girl around. Her face was a big smile that was also full of mischief. "I can think of one time that your head isn't quite so busy." Her cheeks blushed a slight shade of pink. They looked like pale pink rose just before they bloomed.
Willow now smiled, letting go of some of the fear and worry that had captured her. Had been tormenting her all night long. "That would work." She gently kissed Tara on the lips. "I just want to be in your arms. I need you holding me. You are the only thing left that truly makes me feel safe anymore. Only when I'm in your arms."
"Then, in my arms you shall be." Tara lead her girlfriend back into the bedroom. The two lay on the bed. Willow on her side with her back to Tara. And Tara with her arms tightly wrapped around her girl. It wasn't long till both were asleep. Safe in the arms of the woman that they loved so much.