Kayla and Spike
Written By Hani
Chapter 1- The Beginning
"Next! What do you want?" said the small, stout, balding man behind the counter.
The red-haired girl stepped forward and said quietly,
"Two pints of pig's blood, please."
It was at that moment that Spike really noticed her; she was about average height, long reddish-brown hair, dark blue eyes, decent dress sense... yeah she wasn't bad - but - blood?
He decided to keep an eye on her, lots of young girls got involved with vampires and usually came to sticky endings.
She took her ticket and stepped aside. The butcher behind the counter indicated impatiently for Spike to make his order. Spike glanced at the girl before saying, "I'll have what she's havin', mate."
The butcher sighed and handed Spike a ticket before muttering something that sounded rather like "bloody vampires" to the apprentice next to him. Spike smirked and casually stepped beside the red-head, leaning against the white tiled wall.
{Haunted - Evanescence} ----- this is the background music for this scene, I just added it for the hell of it, it serves no purpose feel free to ignore it.
The girl made fleeting eye contact then turned away. She was fiddling with a pendant around her neck. When the butcher returned her order she paid quickly and left into the darkening night. By the time Spike had caught up with her she was unlocking a door with small silver keys.
"Need any help, luv?" Spike asked motioning for her to hand him the brown paper bag. The girl smiled and handed it to him.
"Let me guess," she said, "vampire with a soul." she unlocked the door and took the bag from his arms. Spike stared at her for a moment and then nodded slowly.
"How did you...?" he began, "Is it that bloody obvious?!"
"No. But honestly how many people buy blood from butcher shops at night? And how many vampires buy blood?"
"Well actually I had to buy blood even before I got my soul." Spike said, the girl looked lost, "Chip." he added raising his eyebrows trying to explain. She still looked lost.
"Erm...why don't we start with your name and we'll go from there?" she said, "I'm Kayla."
"Spike." he nodded, "Should we shake hands or what?"
She smiled, "Well... Spike. Do you want to come up for some coffee?" she glanced up and down the street.
"Why not."
They went through the door and headed up the grimy stairs to Kayla's apartment.
"I lied by the way." She said as she handed him the bag again and brought back out the silver keys, "There is no coffee." she opened the door, took the bag back and signaled for him to come in.
"I'll be back in a minute." she said going over to the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and brought out an empty milk carton and a funnel. Carefully she poured the blood into the carton and then put it back into the fridge, bringing out another carton with just a little blood in it. She poured out two glasses and put them into the small silver microwave.
"Not supposed to do that." Spike said, he was now sitting on one of the black leather sofas, "Glasses'll smash."
"Yeah but I hate mugs." she said as the beeper went off she removed the glasses of blood and handed one to him, "So. You were gonna tell me about how and why you got your soul."
Spike looked at her in surprise, "I was?"