DISCLAIMER : "characters are not mine, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the W. B, UPN and FOX, blablabla. I'm only having a little fun with them. This story belongs to me, and which I have no commercial purpose".

This is an AU fic. I only wanted to have a little, scared and oh, so cutte Spike, calling for his Sire. And his Sire answering - for once- his Childe's cries. I only have watched the last season of ATS, so this is absolutly out of canon about that show. However, I love the characters, so I've borrowed them for a little.

He kept running. His legs were burning. He was out of breath, but he still could hear them not too far, trying to catch him again. 'No, no, no', he almost whimpered inside his head. He couldn't go back again emthere/em. There had to be someone who may help him. A voice in his mind whispered Sire, but he didn't understand it. He didn't have time to think about that, though. The soldiers were getting close. He must find a place to hide. And then...

A hand gripped his arm roughly, putting him to a halt. Within seconds, he was on the floor, a bunch of angry men surrounding him, calling him bad things, kicking him on his ribs. His cries of pain echoed in the night, and then he understood. He was truly alone in the world.

'Eh, leave him alone!' He could hear a voice, in the distance, making its way through the fog of pain. From the ground, all looked strange. He tilt his head, one pale cheeck against the asfalt and he could see that a blonde woman was fighting the soldiers. He tried to stand then and carry on running, but he felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back, and he screamed out in panic.

'Hey, it's ok boy.' Someone helped him to his feet, and he lifted his eyes from the concrete, worrying his bottom lip. There was something about that new people that felt...familiar. Like he should know them, but didn't matter how much he tried, he couldn't make their names out. A smiling young woman, with beautiful long hair, knelt in front of him.

'Hi! I'm Dawn. What's your name?' He took a small step back of her. He didn't know who he could trust, not after what the soldiers had done to him... With wide eyes he looked at his back, having remembered his enemy just then. However, to his surprise, they weren't there. He looked warily around, but he couldn't see them, or smell them.

The blond woman did was there. She smiled at him, and something within him stirred. She smelled funny, powerful and hot. Then she got too close to him and a voice screamed in his blood Danger, danger, run away! He tried to obey, but the sweet girl was holding him in place with her hands still on his shoulders.

'Hey, don´t be scared, she is the good one.' The girl tried to sooth him, sensing his turmoil. 'You see. She saved you of those bad guys. She's my sister and her name is Buffy. She is the...'

'Slayer', he growled before he was overwhelmed by his fear and vampet out startling the Scoobie Gang. Buffy stared at the little vampire-kid growling at her. There was only someone who could make that single word sounds like the worst insult.

'¿Spike?'