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 ♬ keep on wanting - the fray

WHO || Myri & Spike [closed]
WHAT || Myri share her discovery with Spike
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || mid-april, after dis
HOW || Actionspam

[Myri asks Spike to come with her, and they check out a car, which she lets him drive, directing him to take them towards London. As they ride, she studies him in the darkness, before finally saying:]   I... meant to ask as well, how you were feeling. I heard people talking about what happened.

 

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[witchwoman]

[Myri blinks as the hood is pulled off, the light a bit harsh, compared to the environment she's been used to. She looks... pretty bad. Tired, mostly- like she can hardly stand, and her hands are bound behind her back.]

...Spike? [Confusion settles on her expression.] What are you..? [She turns to her captors.] No- no, please. Let him go. You have me. You don't need him, too. Please!

[By the end, she's near tears.]

[usurping]

On the contrary. He's very essential to our work here, Myrilandel. [ he smirks to himself as he walks past spike, stepping around behind her. ] Not to mention, that's one less of Wynnefalshond's little soldiers on our trail.

[bigbad]

Let her go, you bastards. If I'm so bloody essential, let her go!

[usurping]

Oh, I hardly think we'll be letting anyone go. We've so much to learn from the both of you, and really, I think here you'll find you're in your rightful place.

[ he reaches down to squeeze myri's shoulder possessively ] On your knees.

[witchwoman]

[Myri flinches at the touch, eyes shutting briefly before she turns her gaze back on Spike. She knows it isn't in his nature to bend to anyone's will, but this time, she needs him to.]

Please, Spike... He'll kill you. Or worse. [(Diplomacy 31) She snaps her mouth shut after that, not sure if he understands the implications. She isn't sure what these people know about vampires and their reaction to healing magic, but if they did, Myri's quite certain that they wouldn't be above forcing her to 'heal' him for hours on end.]

[bigbad]

[Spike knows exactly what worse might be, though he doubts Myri's thinking of it. Myri, sweet thing that she is, doesn't realize the worst thing they could possibly do to him is hurt Myri. Besides, his will save of 16 means he can see her point. Or a point anyway. If he cooperates a little, he can bide his time and choose his moment. But even so, he's not planning on bending more than a little.

So he doesn't respond. He just glares hatefully at Dimitris. Which is about as much as you can expect from him, tbh.]

[usurping]

I knew you'd see things my way. [ he nods to the guards, who yank spike and myri respectively towards an armored truck, as he turns away from them as if they're not even worth a second glance. ] Study him extensively before the surgery. We need as much data as possible.

[ together, they're stuck in the back of the vehicle, one armed guard hanging off the back as it lopes its way out of the airfield and towards the woods. they're afforded at least a little 'privacy' to speak. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri doesn't fight against their guidance, doesn't have the strength to. Like a rag doll, she falls inside the truck. Once Spike is in there as well and the doors are closed, she can feel tears forming.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. They took me when I left. I--

[bigbad]

No, don't be sorry, it's not your fault. Not at all.

[He wants to wrap his arms around her. Comfort her. Kill their enemies. He makes a frustrated noise.]

How much can you move, pet? Can you get the bracelet off?

[witchwoman]

[Shifting, Myri fights weakly against the binding around her hands, but with her arms pulled back behind her, it's difficult for her to get any leverage.]

I don't think I can. But they'll... If you're not wearing it when we get there, they'll- [There's panic in her voice as she shakes her head. She's been here for so long, days dragging on and on. She knows better what they're capable of and she fears it so fiercely now.] I'm sorry.

[It's all she can think to say. She isn't brave like the others. She tried to be once, but now?]

[bigbad]

They'll die, is what they'll do, and keeping it on only delays the inevitable. [His voice is hard and flat and leaves no room for disagreement.] Kyp can't keep this up forever, especially if he's trying to be both of us. Our friends'll come for us. And if they don't do it fast enough, we'll bloody escape.

[His expression softens a little.] What have they been doing to you, pet?

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't argue with him. Part of her wants that so desperately, for him to be right, for the others to come. But she fears what might happen if they do. Would they all be trapped here? Would they be condemned to the island's experiments in an attempt to save her life?]

My empathy. They want to understand it. I think... He wants to find a way to replicate it, to use it to cause others pain. Eebo. They hurt him, torture him just to see how I'll react, how strongly I'll need to heal him, and I... I tried to fight it, Spike. I did.

[bigbad]

I know you did, love. [No matter what she thinks of herself, he has the highest opinion of her. He knows she'd fight it, and he knows it would kill her to fight it.] There's no shame in being who and what you are. You're good and kind and those wankers are using that against you and...

[He growls in frustration.]

Who's Eebo?

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't know exactly how to explain Eebo. He's another prisoner, another poor soul under the thumb of these people. He's not human, but Myri isn't quite sure what to make of him. But at the end of the day, the rest doesn't matter. And so she answers with the only part that does.]

He's my friend. And he needs our help.

[bigbad]

[He tries to nod, then rolls his eyes. This is really frustrating.]

We'll get him out when we rescue ourselves, then. Or when the cavalry arrives. [Buffy will come for them.]

[witchwoman]

...And if they don't? [She's been better about being strong around Eebo- or trying to be, not saying aloud the things that she fears. But she can't lie to Spike. And all she can think about is how she might die in this place.]

[bigbad]

They will. Haven't you met Buffy? [He gives her a smile.] She'll find us.

[witchwoman]

[She manages the smallest of smiles.]

I've missed you so much.

[bigbad]

[That's what he wanted to see. He smiles back at her. In a twisted way, he's almost glad he got kidnapped. At least Myri's not all alone now.] And it doesn't matter how much they torture me. I'm bloody dead. You won't feel it.

[witchwoman]

That's not what I'm worried about. [She says, her voice dropping as she thinks about it.] My magic- it... it hurts you. They could force me-

[bigbad]

Don't worry about hurting me. [He gives her a soft look.] I know you never would if you could help it. And if they wanted me dead, they'd have killed me already. I can put up with a little pain, love. And it won't be your fault. Remember that. It isn't you, it's them.

[witchwoman]

[She can't stop from crying a little, just a little. She's so tired and seeing him has brought up all the emotions she's tried so hard to keep locked up.]

I just want to go home...

[bigbad]

You will. I promise that much. [Whether he'll make it out with her or die in the process remains to be seen, but Spike will get her out.]

[witchwoman]

If I had just stayed... None of this would have happened.

[bigbad]

Maybe. Or maybe they'd have taken Vi or Elena or Finnick instead. I'd be surprised he didn't go for Elena, but... well, I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on her or something. [IT'S WEIRD AND CREEPY AND THERE IS DEFINITELY TIME FOR GOSSIP NOW.] You were unlucky. Doesn't mean they wouldn't have found a way in without you.