“My God, he’s going to kill her.” Spike shrugged and carried Drusilla out the door. He set her in the car and sat for a minute. “Buggar!” He jumped back out and ran into the mansion. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he couldn’t let her die. He entered the room in time to see her body crash to the floor as Angelus roared with satisfaction.
“You shouldn’t have come back Spike.” Angelus turned and sneered. “You should have left while you had the chance. I’m going to enjoying ripping you limb from limb.”
“That right mate?” Spike snarled and lifted the slayers fallen sword. “Let’s see what you’ve got Peaches.” The battle raged between the ancient men as the sound of swords clashing echoed off the stone walls. Months of psychological torture at the hands of Angelus fueled Spike beyond his normal fighting rage. Fatigued and injured from his previous fight Angelus began to back down taking a defensive stance as he was backed against the statue. He began to laugh as the vortex swirled around him and Acathla came to life.
“You’re too late my boy.” Spike knocked the sword from his hand and moved in for the kill.
“Don’t call me boy.”
“Through the heart into the statue.” Her words found him just in time and he followed the order. Sinking the metal into his tormentor’s flesh with a satisfied grin, he stepped back and watched as Angelus was pulled into Hell.
“Thanks Pet.” He turned to look at her with a huge smirk, before he dropped down next to her and inspected the bite marks on her throat.
“Is he gone?”
“Yeah Slayer, he’s gone.”
“Tell my mom I love her.” She closed her eyes with a smile and sank heavily into the ground. He needed to leave. Drusilla would come around soon and his wish was fulfilled, the Slayer was dying, but he couldn’t move. He sat listening to her heart slow suddenly unsure of everything. If she died it all ended, and he would have no one to fight with, at least no one of her skill. Nothing in the last hundred years had challenged him the way that this petite powerhouse in front of him could.
“Bloody hell,” he lifted her onto his lap and slit his wrist with his fang. “Drink up Blondie.” Forcing the first few drops down her throat soon she was suckling his flesh like a babe. He gently sank his fangs into Angelus’ mark, replacing it with his own and took the blood necessary to bond her as his childe before he pulled away. “Easy now, luv, not too much.” Spike wrenched his arm away when he felt himself getting woozy. He picked her up and carried her into one of the bedrooms. Laying her on the bed he slipped next to her to wait for her to wake.
“Nasty slayer stole my Spike.” Dru swayed back and forth in the back seat of the car. “She made him kill my Angel.” She whimpered slightly and pulled at her hair. “My Angel.” She sniffled and shot into the front seat of the car. “I’ll find a way to bring you home, Sire.” Starting the engine she peeled out into the street fighting the burns on her knuckles when she turned the wheel.
“Damn it Dru.” Spike sighed and covered his eyes against the midday sun shining around the black out curtains. He heard her start the car and drive off a few hours ago. He loved that car. As soon as the slayer woke they would track her down and he would beat some sense into the little chit.
“Ugh.” Buffy shifted slightly before sagging heavily back into the mattress. The first thing she noticed was the strong, cool arms holding her protectively. The body was too lithe to be Angel. The thought brought the events of that fateful night at his apartment back to the forefront of her mind. She had no idea who was behind her but who ever it was he had a calming affect on her. She sighed and snuggled unconsciously into the embrace.
Spike was shocked that she was awake already. Even the strongest childe Angelus had turned took a day to rise. She was only turned a few short hours ago. “Welcome back Slayer.” Her eyes jerked open at the familiar voice. She groaned again and tried to decide why she was lying on a bed instead of the floor and why she was laying in Spike’s arms. She tried to pull away but he held her still. “Easy luv.” She was confused at the gentle nature of his voice. She never heard anything but spite in his voice, there was too much to sort out in her muddled mind.
“How long was I out?”
“Five hours.” Panic gripped the slayer’s heart. No one would know if she was alive or dead. Giles would be going nuts by now.
“I have to get out of here. Giles will be freaking.” She tore down the stairs with Spike on her tail. She beat him to the door and threw it open.
“Slayer, no!” She stopped and turned to face him momentarily.
“What do you want Spike?” She huffed with irritation at his dumb founded expression.
“This is impossible.”
“What?” She was getting pissed now. She definitely didn’t have time for games.
“The sunlight, you aren’t dust.” An undignified snort passed the pale rose lips.
“Of course I’m not dust, I’m…” She stopped mid sentence and shot her hand to her neck feeling the scar from Angelus’ fangs. Desperately trying to find a pulse she fell to the floor when she found absolute stillness in her arteries.
“Luv, come back in.” Spike tried to get close but was singed by the light. When she didn’t move he began to growl a warning. Buffy felt her body move against her will. She crawled away from the door and allowed him to close it before gathering her in his arms. “I’m sorry pet. You were going to die.” He cooed gently running his fingers over her perfect ridges. Even as a demon she was alarmingly beautiful.
“You did this.” She snarled suddenly furious. “How could you do this to me?” She tried to pull away but he stopped her with a vicious snarl.
“I couldn’t let you die, pet.” He couldn’t explain why he didn’t let her go, but he knew he was incapable of letting her die.
“You’re my enemy. You are supposed to kill me.”
“I know luv. Can’t explain it either.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin below her ear and purred quietly. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder oddly comforted by his ministrations. She couldn’t understand the gentle hands rubbing her back or why it was melting the rage inside of her.
“Why am I not dust? Sunlight and vamps don’t mix remember?”
“I don’t know luv.” He sighed into her hair, rocking her gently.
“And shouldn’t I be all growly and hungry?” Spike could feel her tears dampening the material on his shoulder.
“Yeah Pet, you should be. You shouldn’t have risen this quickly either.” He had no idea what was going on but he was going to figure it out. “As soon as the sun sets we’ll sort it all out I promise.” As much as she wanted to hate him he was the only comfort she had at the moment. She’d hate him later, but right now she was too tired to bother.
Spike watched her eyes droop and picked her up into his arms. She was still weak and probably needed to feed, but for now he would let her sleep. Carrying her back to the bedroom he laid her gently on the bed and removed her shoes, trying to forget how perfectly she fit in his arms. He dumped his boots and shirt on the floor and crawled over to her. She purred instinctively when he pulled her back against his chest and curled protectively around her. She felt safe and comforted, an unexpected combination when considering Spike was holding her. She seemed to fit flawlessly against him, like the missing piece of a puzzle. “You’re supposed to hate me, why are you doing this?” Her eyes were closed making her appear dead.
“I’m your Sire. You’re bound to me for eternity.”
“Great. William the Bloody is my Yoda.” He chuckled and nuzzled the back of her neck. She found herself purring again and relaxing into his embrace. “Doesn’t explain why you touching me makes everything rosy.”
She could tell he was searching for a way to explain the connection she now shared with him. “My blood is in your veins and your body craves it. Childer seek their sires for protection. I can feel you, feel your emotions like they’re my own.” He had always known about the bond but he wasn’t prepared for the rush of anguish that filled him when she realized she had been turned. The pain inside her was cutting him to pieces.
“Is that to make sure you take care of your childer?” The watcher diaries never said much about the sire/childe relationship other than its strength.
“I guess, never really thought about it.”
“Do you have any other childer?”
“No. Dru and Peaches are the ones with all the childer. I never liked anyone I turned enough to bother.” Buffy tried not to think about the implications of his statement.
“Where is Dru?”
“Stole the car and took off. Trying to find a way to bring my bastard of a sire back I wager.” He felt her tremble slightly.
“They won’t hurt you luv. Even if she does find a way to get him back.” She looked as if she was about to ask another question. “Sleep. I’ll explain it all later.” A low rumbling sound from deep in his chest kept her from protesting. For some reason he seemed to be controlling her with a snarl or growl. She wasn’t used to people having control over her and his ability to stop her rebellions was terrifying.
“Sure thing Yoda.” He growled but he smiled despite himself. If he was going to be stuck taking care of a childe for all eternity at least she was going to be interesting. She was a challenge and keeping her in line was going to be a task of Herculean proportions.
“Buffy!” He woke to the feeling of an empty bed beside him. She had slipped away at some point during the day. Tracking her down wouldn’t be hard, he could feel that she was still on the grounds, but he was irritated that he had to find her at all. She should have stayed in bed until he told her she could leave.
“Living room.” He found her sitting in front of a box of Angelus’ toys that had been used on her watcher. She pulled out a jar of holy water and stared at it for a few minutes before unscrewing the top.
“Careful with that pet. It will give you one hell of a burn now.” She ignored him and he surged across the room like a flash of light when he saw her stick her hand into the water. Unnatural fear gripped him at the thought of her being injured in any way. Grabbing a thick towel he pulled her hand out and immediately started wiping the liquid off. “What is wrong with you slayer? Are you trying to off yourself?” She pulled her hand away from him and silently held it up in front of his face. There wasn’t even a spot of irritation on the perfect skin. Taking a better inventory of what was in front of her he realized she was playing with items meant to torture vampires, not humans. Burnt matches sat on the table next to a clove of garlic and a cross.
“None of it does a thing.” She looked up at him on the brink of tears. “What am I, Spike?”
“Shh, there now. We’ll have none of that.” He pulled her out of the chair and into his arms.
“Let her go, Spike!” Spike spun growling at the intruder placing himself in front of the slayer.
“Try anything Whelp and I’ll rip you soddin’ limbs off.” He snarled bouncing on the balls of his feet anticipating an attack.
“Buff, it’s okay we’ve got you covered.” Xander raised a crossbow and aimed it at Spike’s chest.
“Xander no!” Buffy stepped out from behind with her hands raised. She tried not to stop and take stock in the fact that the thought of Spike dying caused immense panic in her.
“Oh God no. Not you Buff.” Xander hesitated lowering the weapon momentarily before turning it on his friend.
“Buffy?” Giles looked pale and stricken at the sight of her. She hadn’t realized she had vamped. Shifting quickly back to normal she stepped in front of Spike slowly with her arms raised. He quirked his brow at the unusual control she seemed to have for a fledgling. There was more strength to his childe than he thought. “Oh dear Lord.”
“Giles please it’s me. I’m really scared please put the crossbows down.”
“If it’s you, why are you protecting him?”
“He’s my sire.” Xander fumed and repositioned the weapon again. “Please Giles, something went wrong. I’m not a normal vampire. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“She’s telling the truth Watcher.” Spike snarled from behind her.
“What do you mean not a normal vampire?” Willow studied her best friend carefully as Oz wheeled her closer.
“Nothing that is supposed to hurt me does, holy water, sunlight, crosses. I don’t even have blood lust. I think I might still need to drink it but I don’t crave it.”
“Ooh, just like Blade, except you’re not a man, or black, and you weren’t born a vampire and you aren’t allergic to silver. Okay I’m gonna shut up now.” Willow blushed slightly and leaned back against Oz seeking reassurance.
“That still doesn’t explain why you are protecting the demon that killed you.” Xander shifted warily when Spike started snarling again.
“He didn’t kill me Xan, Angelus did.”
“Well if Angelus killed you then who stopped Acathla?” Giles looked over at his former slayer.
“I did.” He was tired of all the talking. The whelp needed to be taught a lesson and he was itching to volunteer.
“You guys aren’t seriously believing this are you?” Xander sneered and turned his attention back to Spike.
“Doesn’t matter what you believe Whelp.” He shifted forward slightly, preparing to pounce. Xander balked and fired.
Buffy reacted before the bolt could reach its mark, shoving Spike out of the crossbow’s line of fire. With a whimper she fell limply to the ground. Spike roared and dropped to his knees beside her as he pulled her bloodied body against him. There was sudden fear gripping him and he wasn’t sure if it was coming from Buffy or him. He cooed reassuringly into her ear as he held her, completely ignoring the shocked onlookers. Glaring at the librarian with a feral glow in his eyes his tone came out low and dangerous. “Help her or I swear I will track you to the bloody ends of the earth and kill every soddin’ one of you.”
“Oh Goddess, Xander, what did you do?” Willow gasped and tried unsuccessfully to wheel herself forward.
“Get it out, get it out!” Buffy’s painful cry reminded Giles of a wounded animal. He rushed over to her side and pressed his hand over the wound.
“Don’t move Buffy. The bolt is too close to your heart. If it shifts it will kill you.”
“Um, hello. Am I the only one that remembers we are supposed to kill the vampires?”
“Xander shut up before I let Spike eat you.” Buffy shrieked from the floor.
“Watcher.” There was fierce warning interlaced with the vampire’s tone.
“Spike hand me that knife and then I need you to hold her down. I’m going to have to cut it out.” Spike hesitated when she whimpered but relented when he looked at the bolt again.
“She dies, you die.” Spike murmured as he handed the knife over to the watcher, moved to sit on her legs and hold her hands at her side. Her fear and pain were breaking his resolve and he threaded his fingers through hers in a silent offer of comfort. Anguish from Xander’s harsh words and the physical pain were forcing tears to well up in her eyes. Spike wanted nothing more than to string the whelp up by his feet and gut him like a pig. “Red, give me that stake.” Willow looked hesitant for a moment but when she saw the yellow gleam in his eye she threw it immediately. Spike caught it and held it above Buffy’s lips. “Bite down on this Luv.” She nodded and let him slip it between her teeth. He smoothed her ridges gently with his thumb before intertwining their fingers again.
“Are you ready Buffy?” She nodded fearfully as Giles lifted the knife to the angry wound. Working as swiftly as possible he cut the clothing away before making a deep incision in her chest. It took all of Spike’s strength to hold her down as she screamed and bucked into him. Tears poured down Willow’s face and she turned to shield her eyes from her friend’s pain. “Bloody Hell it shifted. Try and keep her still.” Spike just ignored him and kept his eyes locked on his terrified Childe. A rumbling growl of reassurance fell on terrified ears as she calmed slightly. Blood tears were pouring down her cheeks and the stake in her mouth was almost in splinters beneath her fangs. Willow and Oz watched in fascination as Spike’s animalistic calls kept her under control in a trance like state. “Oz, bring me the first aid bag.” Giles cut away all of the tissues around the bolt to ensure there were no splinters and removed it slowly. He bound and dressed the wound before leaning back to look at his slayer. She had finally managed to pass out from the pain and was sprawled out like a corpse. Silently Spike moved off her and lifted her gently into his arms. Carrying her for the third time that day into the bedroom he placed her on the bed and reclined next to her cooing gently as he nuzzled the bite marks on her throat. A protective growl emerged when he sensed Giles follow him into the room.
“What happened?” Spike didn’t bother to ask what he meant.
“Slayer and I had a truce. I help her thin out the herd so she only had to face Peaches and then I skip town with Dru.”
“How did this happen?”
“Peaches had her backed into a corner when I grabbed Dru, and I knew he was going to kill her. I left Dru in the car and came back to help the annoying little chit just in time to see my sire drop her body on the floor. We fought, I won and he was sent to a cushy cell in hell. Couldn’t let her die so I turned her end of story.” Giles said nothing but retreated out of the room.
“Giles, you aren’t just going to let them live are you?” Xander was furious. She was a vampire. Buffy was dead and gone and that demon was manipulating his friends’ feelings.
“Yes, and I suggest you do the same. You are lucky Spike didn’t kill you for attacking his childe.” Giles cleaned his glasses and gathered their belongings.
“I wasn’t attacking her, I was attacking him. And why the hell was she protecting him?”
“Xander, leave it be. There are things at work here even I don’t understand.”
“Is she really still Buffy, Giles?” Willow looked at her mentor with teary eyes.
“I’m not sure Willow. I pray for our sake she is still in control.”
Buffy woke shortly after being carried to the bedroom. A mixture between whimpers and snarls filled her head as she searched for the source. She turned to see Spike curled protectively around her, murmuring the soothing sounds in her ear. She felt the tension in her body leave her and tried to move her arm. Spike growled and held her firmly in place. “How did I get here?”
“Brought you here after you passed out.” Relief flowed through him now that she was conscious again. The emotion was quickly replaced by rage. “Why did you do that Slayer? It was stupid.”
“I couldn’t let you die, you are the only one who can help me figure out what is happening to me.” She hissed with pain when she took in air to speak. It was a good answer but not the correct one. She couldn’t figure out why she didn’t let Xander shoot him.
“Here.” He handed her a container of blood. “Drink this it will help.” She moved to refuse it but backed down when he crowded her face and began to grumble. Reluctantly she vamped and poured the liquid down her throat. When he was satisfied she had finished it he set the container aside and returned to his spot next to her.
“Tell me about the Sire/Childe relationship.”
“I will pet, after they leave. There are some secrets we don’t share with happy meals.”
“Then kick them out cause I wanna know why I can’t seem to work up the desire to stake you.” She winced again letting her chest fall still.
“Quit yappin’ or you’ll tear back open.” He scowled at a noise from downstairs. “Bloody whelp.”
“You didn’t drain him did you?”
“No Luv, not yet.”
“Don’t please.” Spike was still taken aback by how much like her mortal version the vampire was. She shouldn’t care one way or another what happened to anyone other than her demon bloodline, at least not this soon after being turned. It had taken him almost a century to even have a flicker of emotion for one of his meals.
“No one stakes my childe and lives slayer.” She took his hand and pleaded with him not to harm her friends. Spike felt himself melt into her eyes. “Bloody hell. No wonder Peaches hated you. You could bring out the humanity in devil himself.” He rolled his eyes and jumped out of the bed.
“Spike?”
“I won’t kill him Luv. I’ll just scare the bloody piss out of him.” She smiled slightly as she watched him bitch and moan on his way down the stairs.
Spike crossed the room in seconds throwing Xander up against the wall. He lifted the boy off the ground and brought his fangs inches from his face. “You touch her, breath on her, even look at her with the intent of hurting her again and I will chain you to the wall and torture you so slowly you’ll think you are in hell with Peaches. No one touches my childe. You aren’t welcome here, I see you here and you are dead, I get wind you were anywhere near her without her clearance ahead of time and you are dinner, you soddin’ little git. Now get out.” Spike threw him towards the door and turned to the others. “That goes for you three as well. She’ll come to you when she’s ready.” Giles, knowing they were lucky to be walking away from the situation with their bodies in tact, did not hesitate to prod the teenagers out the door.
“Tell her I will see what I can find in the watcher’s journals.” Spike just nodded to the librarian and watched him walk into the night. Not certain they would stay gone he decided not to go out on a hunt. He groaned and rolled his eyes at the hornet’s nest he had just stirred up. Grabbing two of the blood bags from the emergency stash he climbed back up the stairs and into the room where he left Buffy. She was sleeping soundly or so it appeared when he walked in.
“Is he in one piece?” He chuckled and slid under the comforter beside her.
“For now. Can’t promise anything if he comes after you again.” He handed her one of the bags before sinking his teeth into the other. Downing it quickly he threw the plastic onto the nightstand. “Right, what did you want to know pet?”
“Why can’t I stake you?”
“Aside from the fact you’ll be signing your death warrant, it’s against your demon’s nature to kill the demon that created it. It craves me too much to let you kill me.” He waited as she drained the blood and then pulled her over to him. “Hold still.” He propped himself up on his elbow and pulled the bandage away from the wound. The skin had already begun to mend across the fierce gash. “You should be back to your usual bitchy self tomorrow.” He snickered and pulled her against him, careful not to put pressure on the healing tissue.
“What does being your childe mean?” She was almost afraid to find out the answer.
“Your run of the mill dominate/submissive relationship. Sire controls the childe however they want. Peaches preferred torture, but Darla preferred sex. Most vampires use a combination of both.” He felt the tremor running down her spine.
“What were you planning on trying with me?”
“Don’t think I’ll have to. You aren’t like most childe. You would enjoy the fight too much anyway.” He couldn’t tell her it was because he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her. He never had the stomach to hurt Dru unless it was for her own protection, except when they were having sex. “But I will if you make me, Pet.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to be obedience girl because I was never good at following the rules.” She chuckled into the pillow.
“If you played by the rules I wouldn’t have cared if you died.”
“Does this mean I have to ask permission before I go anywhere.”
“In most cases yes.”
“So basically you are going to treat me like a four year old.” She huffed and turned away from him.
“Why not you’re bloody well acting like one.” He smirked at her scowl thoroughly enjoying her disapproval.
“You suck.” He leaned over and sucked on her earlobe gently before whispering in a husky voice.
“Among other things.” The words sent chills of anticipation down her spine. She had to get away from him and fast. Spike was the last person she should be lusting after.
“I’ll bet, too bad you won’t get to demonstrate.” She patted him on the leg before sliding out of the bed.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Take a shower. Just because I’m undead doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all smelly.”
“And you think you get to do this by yourself?” He snickered when she turned around and stared at him with shocked eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Her shock was replaced by stubborn defiance. She would be tough to break and he had no doubt he would enjoy every second.
“You can’t even raise your arm, pet.” He smirked, crawled out of bed and walked past her into the bathroom. She stormed in behind him and stood with her healthy arm on her hip.
“I can handle taking a shower by myself thank you very much. I’ve been doing it for years with worse injuries than this.”
“I knew you were too much of a prude to take your knickers off in front of a man. Bet you turned the lights off when you shagged Peaches too didn’t you? What do you know? The slayer’s all show, no action. If you can’t handle showering with me you can go dirty for all I care, I’m getting in now.” He was playing her and very well if he was reading her fuming eyes correctly. Storms were raging in her eyes as she growled and ripped her sweater over her head. She gasped momentarily as she shifted her injured chest muscles but defiantly stripped off the rest of her clothing. She pushed past him and stepped into the warm spray he had already turned on. He quirked a brow and took a moment to gather his senses. He wasn’t expecting her to comply quite so quickly. She really hated to back down from a challenge and it made him want to laugh. He stripped off his jeans and stepped in behind her. She really was a magnificent creature. Her sleek curves drew a long appreciative glance as he picked up the shampoo bottle and poured some into his hand. “Stand still.” He growled, irritated with the fact she was affecting him so strongly without moving a muscle. It usually took more to peak his interest. He began to massage the liquid into her bloody locks with a gentleness that surprised her. He had been right of course. It was difficult for her to raise her arms and it would have been excruciating to try and wash her hair on her own.
“You used to do this for Dru, didn’t you?” A pang shot through his chest at the mention of his dark princess. He had taken care of her for years after she was injured in Prague and when she regained her strength she had repaid him by wandering into bed with her precious Angel and leaving him stranded in a wheelchair alone.
Buffy decided not to press the issue when he didn’t respond. Instead she picked up the bar of soap and began cleaning off the blood. “Here, let me do that.” His tone was quiet lacking any malice so she handed him the bar without protest. Despite her mind’s protest, she couldn’t stop the satisfied moan that erupted. His hands were soothing and gentle and he was affecting her in ways she really didn’t want to think about. Taking a deep breath she forced her mind on a safer subject.
“Can I see Giles?” He was about to snap at the ridiculousness of the request and then stopped himself. She had asked his permission and that was something he was not expecting, at least not this soon.
“Only if I come with you.” He was surprised when she didn’t argue. She understood from the scene earlier that he was trying to protect her and was thankful for that at least. She had heard his conversation with Xander and smiled at the memory. Whether he was protecting her as property or because he actually cared she didn’t know but she was grateful for it regardless of his motives. A former slayer would be a target in both the vampire and slayer communities.
“You know they will come after me.” She dropped her head slightly and sighed heavily out of habit.
“Who? Your merry band of gits?” He chuckled.
“The Watcher’s Council.”
“There’s no way they will find out about you unless one of your sniveling gits tips the lot of them off.” He ran his hands over her arms soothingly.
“They always find out eventually. You aren’t exactly low profile with that peroxide head.” She chuckled when he grumbled obscenities at her.
“Then we will just have to kill the wankers.” He felt her tense suddenly unsure whether it was his hands massaging soap on her chest or his comment.
“You know I can’t do that.” She sighed. “Why do I even care? I’m a vampire, I’m supposed to be all grr and blood thirsty.”
“Haven’t figured that one out, pet.” He washed quickly before turning off the water. “We’ll go mess with your watcher later and see what he knows.”
“Yeah.” She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her chest carefully. “I could use some clothes too.” The mischievous grin on Spike’s face made her nervous.
“I think we can take care of that.”
“Should I be scared now? I mean you only own one outfit. I hope you don’t think I am going to wear the same thing every day.” She crossed her arms over her chest as best she could before attempting to stare him down. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“You can have whatever you want, pet. I’m raiding your closet.” He snickered when she rolled her eyes, then suddenly she sobered.
“I can’t go back there.” She moved quickly past him and scooped up her clothing.
“Your mum won’t know what you are if you don’t vamp.” He watched her sit on the bed and wearily pull the ruined garments on.
“She won’t invite me in.” She sighed heavily and flopped back on the bed. “She kicked me out.”
“What?” He felt the pang of pain wrenching in her heart.
“After you left. She forbid me to go after Angelus, didn’t believe I was the slayer. Told me if I left I wasn’t welcome to return.” She shrugged hiding the depression she felt.
“Then I’ll go, I’ve already been invited in. Then we go to the watcher’s.” He pulled on his discarded clothing and walked to the door.
“The window should be open in my room.”
“I’ll be back in half and hour. Don’t move.” The order was not up for negotiation so she remained motionless staring at the ceiling.
“Yes sir, Yoda sir.”
“Annoying little chit.” He stomped down the stairs and out into the night, leaving her staring at the ceiling.
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By Daxis Steele