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This is my challenge by Gidgetgirl (who is my beta), check out her works!

Write a fic in which there are two OC's, one teenage and one young, neither of whom speak. They can have decided not to speak, they could be deaf, they could be under a spell, or whatever you want.

Requirements:
The two characters must be bonded strongly together.
You must concentrate on facial expressions and body language to get across what they want.
The little one must throw a silent temper tantrum.
One of the two must have telekinesis.
One of the two must have visions.
One of the two must have a very troubled past.

Silent Prayers
By Mel

She watched with wide, brown eyes as her older sister disappeared into the darkness. Light from the moon above shown down on her.

The small girl pulled the flannel blanket tighter around her, shielding her small frame from the brisk night air. She hunkered down farther at the base of the gravestone. One glove covered hand moved to the opposing wrist and pushed up the sleeve enough to reveal the mark that had been burnt on.

Her eyes wandered around the foggy cemetery.

She jumped at the sound of footsteps. Her head jerked in the direction, but whoever had been approaching was hidden in the shadow at the base of a tree trunk.

There was a click of a lighter and a flame illuminated a pale face. She could now see the man plainly as he lighted his cigarette, cocked her head to the side and admired him.

Spike was amazed at how quick the small child had heard him. He smirked as he flipped the lighter shut and took a long puff on his cigarette. When he had gone out for a walk he had no idea he was going to run into two ankle biters.

"What are you doing on a night like this, tiny-bit?" He asked, as he exhaled. "Cold, and alone." He scoffed. "Not good for you."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words passed over her small lips. .

"Bloody hell, luv," he hissed gently as he got a look at the shivering body. "You've got to be freezing."

He dropped his cigarette to the ground before taking off his long, leather coat. She jerked away as he stepped towards her, holding out his coat.

"Don't want to hurt you, pet," he promised her softly. "Only want to give you my coat."

Tiny and frail, she looked up at him curiously. Her head cocked to one side, her eyes half shut. Why was he being so nice to her?

"Where are you parents, luv?" He questioned, laying the leather coat on her small shoulders. It was huge and engulfed the small body. "And where is the other ankle biter she should be around her somewhere, I just saw her."

She didn't answer, she couldn't answer.

"Don't you talk?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow. She shook her head. He big, brown eyes serious. "Well then… BLOODY HELL!"

He was hit from behind, and he stumbled forward a bit. He shook of the blow easily, and then turned with a smirk. "Ah, look there she is."

The teenager stared him dead in the eyes, with her piecing green ones. Breathing heavily, she took a step towards him again, her fists still curled into balls.

"Well I've done my job for the night," Spike announced, turning back to the pig-tailed girl to get his coat. " Just because I found 'em, don't mean I have to take 'em in."

The shivering girl looked up to him sadly, her bottom lip tucked under her front teeth. "Oh all right, only because I like you tiny-bit," he said lifting her into his arms. "You," he turned sharply to face the huffing teenager. "Are going to have learn not to hit the big bad."

As she followed him, the teenager, rolled her eyes as Spike started off again. She had no idea where they were going and she didn't like it.

Her small frame snuggled closer into his Spike's chest. She was so close to him, close enough to feel a heartbeat. She stopped wiggling to listen, but there was no heartbeat.

No heart? Vampire? Good Vampire. Good Vibes.

"So neither of you can talk?" Spike inquired as they walked out of the graveyard, towards his apartment. "Or do you choose not to, pet?" He directed his question to Kayla who was walking with her head bowed.

Both girls shook their heads. The tiny girl had slid from Spikes arms and was walking beside him, his hand swallowing her small one. He smiled down at the small girl. "I wish you could tell me your name tiny-bit."

With a sigh of annoyance, Kayla flipped her brown hair, as she began to draw in the dirt with the tip of her sneaker. G-R-E-T-C-H-E-N.

Beside him, Gretchen jabbed a small finger at her chest, smiling proudly.

Spike smiled at her. "That's your name, luv?" She answered by shaking her head excitedly. "How bout you bittlet?"

With another sign and a roll of the eyes, she ran her foot over the first name, brushing it away. She began to draw out her own name in the dirt. K-A-Y-L-A.

They approached the door of Spikes apartment, Spike dug around in his pocket for the keys. He pushed up the door and entered, the two girls following behind him. "Gretchen, is going to go to bed," he instructed firmly as he threw the couch cushions to the other side of the room, then folded out the bed. "When you want to, Kayla, you can go to bed. The bloody X-box is there, but you," he pointed a finger in Gretchen's pouting face. "Are going to bed."

For a moment Gretchen looked like she was going to protest, but she just yawned and laid her head down on the pillow. Using a maid up kind of sign language, that Spike didn't know, she spoke to Kayla.

Kayla turned to Spike and slowly began to make motions with her hands. Spike raised an eyebrow and Kayla shook her head, very perturbed. She stomped over the kitchen area and grabbed a glass from the counter, one that wasn't stained with blood, and began to fill it with water.

"Ah," Spike mumbled as Kayla handed the smaller girl her cup. Gretchen drank it down then sat it on the table nearest her.

Kayla planted a kiss on top of her messed up brown hair, she signed good night to her before leaving her alone. Kayla leaned up against the back of the couch watching the sleeping girl.

"You're not a normal kid are you?" Spike questioned, watching Kayla, clearly amused.

Kayla just glared at him. Even if she could talk, she wouldn't tell him anything. She just wanted him to leaver he alone for now.

Spike shrugged his shoulders before walking into the kitchen. "You want to be left alone," he paused. "I'm happy to oblige."