Bonds
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Spike finds a girl begging for death in the streets.This girltries running from her past, through fakeID's and attempted death,when one well tuned handpulls her up from her grave.
The night was clear; the stars seemed a bit murky though. 'Must be the reddish tint to the moon tonight' He thought to himself as he headed to one of the bars. Spike had a few things on his mind that he needed to drink off. Mainly having to do with Angel's latest moodiness at Wolfram Heart. It seemed Angel was still pissed off about last week, when he got himself turned into a puppet and Spike had found it highly entertaining to taunt Angel endlessly about it. 'Bloody poofster's got his balls in a knot...'
He was so lost in his own mental cursing that he almost didn't hear the screaming down the long alley he was coming up on. He would have just simply passed it off as a normal everyday fight between two lovers or family members if it wasn't for the one phrase, 'You're a vamp, so kill me now!' Spike sped up his steps and looked down the alley, much to his surprise the one yelling, a girl that looked in her late teens or early twenties, had cornered a vampire up against a wall. Her odd pleads seemed to catch the shaggy looking vampire quite off-guard.
Once the shaggy vampire got over his initial shock of the girl begging for her life to be stripped from her, he took the upper hand and switched their positions, grabbing the girl by the shoulders and slamming her into the brick wall that he was up against just a moment before. "What made a pretty little girl like you come begging for death?" His curiosity got a hold of him as he stared into her eyes that looked as murky as the stars above.
"Does it matter...?" She responded, her voice now low and quiet. Her light brown eyes retreated from the vampires eyes and found the ground very interesting to stare blankly upon. Her matted red hair swayed limply in front of her face in the mild warm summer wind.
"Suppose not." He replied plainly as his face slipped into the vampire visage and within an instant had his teeth sunk deeply within the crook of the girl's neck.
Spike tried to acknowledge what he was seeing before him, but when he did he dismissed the shock and took off running into the alley, towards the vampire. He growled as he reached into his coat pocket to grab a stake, and quickly approached the two. Grabbing the vampire and tearing him off the girl, he slammed him against the other wall on the other side of the alley. "Mind if I cut in?" Before the other vampire could protest in shock and confusion, he blew up into dust as the stake entered the dead insides of his heart.
He turned around to the girl and quickly glanced over the bite wound; it was messy and oozing quickly. He quickly regretted having torn the vampire from the girl's throat so fast because doing so, the vampire's fangs had torn a larger two holes then what it should have been. Without immediate medical attention to the wound, he estimated that the girl wouldn't last more then 20 minutes. Turning his glance up to the girls face as he took the girls chin in his hand to force her to look at him he saw the distant murky look within her eyes.
"Why didn't you just let me die..." She quietly asked in a monotone voice, a tone which matched her currant image decently enough, but in a bad way. She looked cold, her shivering body an example of that. Her eyes were murky and her hair was matted to the side of her head. The deep, red blood dripped from her sickly, pale skin and onto a silver, silk blouse. It even started to trickle onto her long, flowing, dark green, gypsy style skirt.
"Bloody stupid bint. What's your problem?" He scolded harshly, yet having no effect in bringing a look of life to her distant face. "I have to get you help..." Spike simply stated as he tore a few inches of fabric from the bottom of her skirt and tied it loosely yet firmly around her neck and the bloody wound. Then taking the girl into his arms he jogged back to Wolfram Heart, which was not more than two blocks away.
Spike had, literally, ran the girl out of the elevator and up the stairs into the lab to Fred. Laying the girl, who had passed out on the way up the elevator, down onto one of the empty tables he explained how he came about the girl. Fred nodded "I need to get this wound closed up now, and give her a blood transfusion. Spike, I want you to go tell Angel."
"Don't need an extra hand then?" He offered
"No, it's a simple procedure. But Angel should be told. He'll want to talk to her after. Find out why she did this."
"And if I don't want to find out?"
"Spike..." She lowered her voice, getting slightly irritated, "now."
Spike raised his hands in defense, "Fine, I'll go tell peaches, but tell me when she wakes up." He pointed a finger at her before he turned and left, leaving Fred to deal with the girl.
Angel sat at his desk, sipping at a cup of warm blood and looking through some new files. He was still trying to get over the fact that the week before he had been a mere felt puppet for nearly half a week. Startled out of his thoughts as the doors to his office flew open, he glanced up to the door, but his expression darkened to hatred and irritation as the peroxide blonde vampire walked through and strode right up to his desk, leaning on the edge. Normally at Angel's darkened expression Spike would smirk in response, but instead Spike seemed to have a mildly worried expression lingering on his face.
"Looks like Fred's got herself a new patient boss."
Angel dropped the dark expression and listened up in curiosity, "Who?"
"Dunno who she is. Found her on the way to the bar, heard her screamin' at a vamp down an alley...but its strange." Spike paused, the next part he was still trying to figure out in his mind.
"What's strange about a vampire attack?"
"More like a human attack, Angel."
"A what?" Angel was baffled, 'was the girl a slayer, or potential?'
"Human attack, she had him pinned up against the wall yelling at him to kill her. Bloody confused, I was. But the bloke didn't refuse the easy meal; bit her nice and deep right there."
Angel nodded slowly taking in the information, "So you killed him and brought her here." He finished off for Spike, whom simply nodded. He grabbed his cup which he had placed back upon the desk and stood up, heading out of the room and to the lab where Spike had taken the new girl. Spike followed close behind.
Fred had quickly been able to finish the process of stitching the girl's neck up and started a blood transfusion. The girl was still out cold as she was put into a recovery room just off from the main lab. Writing up the last few notes about the girl that she had found out from going through a wallet, which was connected to a rope belt that was around her waist, the door to the room opened. "Angel, Spike. I just finished up here, she's on her second unit of blood, and it should do her good. She should wake up pretty soon too actually."
Angel nodded as he went to the side of the bed and glanced over the girl. She had been changed into a hospital gown because Fred had to check and see if there was any other damage on the girl's body. "Find out anything about her, who she is, where she's from?"
Fred grabbed a few items off of the table next to Spike, who had found the wall at the foot of the girls bed quite comfortable. She returned to Angel with the wallet. "A few ID cards, all different names and information though, 16 dollars, and a small mp3 player."
"Looks like she travels light." Spike commented with a faint smirk.
The girl began to come to; she moved her head to the opposite side that it was placed at and felt an awkward string of pain shoot through her neck. She flinched and raised an IV attached hand up to touch her neck. Feeling the bandage she frowned in response. Opening her eyes she found herself in a room that seemed like a hospital room but very small and looked like it was used as a file cabinet room. She also noticed a dark haired man leaning over the bed looking at her as she came to, a sweet brunette woman standing next to him, and at the end of the bed was the man that had held her back from her much yearned for death.
Fred saw the girl waking up and moved over to raise the back of the bed into more of a seated position. "You're finally awake, how do you feel?" she asked kindly.
As the girl shook her disoriented feeling from her mind she took another glance at the woman that began speaking to her, "Like shit..." she simply muttered.
"I could get you some painkillers if you wanted?" she offered. The girl shook her head in response.
"I don't need them...plus I deserve this..." Her voice was low and dark. "Where am I?" She asked as she diverted her attention to the IV stuck into her hand, trailing her fingers up the tube that attached to the blood bag a few feet away.
"Wolfram Heart, Do you know why you're here?" Angel answered and questioned.
The girl turned back to Angel, an annoyed frown drew across her lips, one much like Spike himself used. "Sure," She turned her vision over to Spike straight in front of her, "Blondie over there wouldn't let me die and get this meaningless existence be over with."
"You don't mean that," Fred protested worriedly.
"'Course I do."
Spike seemed nearly offended, 'the bloody bint's using my attitude.'
Angel looked down to the ID's in his hand and glanced through them, there were 3 in total. "What's your name?"
She glared at him as she snatched the ID's from his hand, not taking too kindly to people going through her things. "Pick one." She fumed, holding the three cards up in his face. "They don't matter, their just names." Her temper had quickly been dampened as she dropped the three cards onto her blanket that was over her lap.
Spike stepped up to the bed and tilted his head slightly, "Of course they don't matter pet, but I'd like to know the name of the kitten that threw that vampire into the wall begging for her own death." He raised his eyebrows and smirked, playing her pride against her.
She narrowed her eyes at his challenging words he threw at her and emitted an silent growl, "Riise Liam"
Spike smiled, he got the result he had wanted, and noticed a flinch from Angel at the mention of the name Liam, "So...Riise as in the candy, and Liam as in nancy-boy's old name." The comment gained him a growl from two parties.
"Not like the forsaken candy blondie, its spelled R-i-i-s-e!" Angel turned to Riise's outburst with an unnoticeable smile, he was beginning to like this girls attitude against Spike.
"Calm down kitten. I was only comparing to get things straight."
"I'm not a cat either. And who are you people anyways." She attempted to keep her anger down to a minimum as she had gotten another strong shock of pain run through her neck from her outburst; she clutched her neck with her IV hand. She became quiet and tried not to move, thinking she had already torn one of the stitches.
Angel sighed and motioned for Fred to get some painkillers for Riise. "Blondie over there is Spike; I'm Angel, the head at Wolfram Heart here. And the one that just stepped out is Fred. Now, where do you live and do you have any family that can…" He was cut off.
"My family's dead, and 'currently' I'm living in this room at the moment..." She quickly explained knowing where Angel was going with this. "So when I'm all done here I'll see what vacant place I can find in the warehouses...given all the room isn't taken up already." Her attention was drawn right back to her hands. Her eyes smiled at the purple hued scars marrying the skin of her wrists.
Angel seemed slightly taken back by the quick response, he quickly thought over a decision to try and get the girl back on her feet instead of going to live as a homeless. "You're not going back onto the streets. I've got a hotel; I will give you a room."
Riise glared, although she was in no condition to argue, she wasn't too happy about a decision being made for her. "...fine." She gave in, her eyes rose to the table behind Spike where her wallet, money, and music lay. Letting out a sigh she asked for her wallet.
"I don't think Angel will make you pay for the room luv." Spike said as he retrieved the items from the table for her. The wallet was a bulky little thing with lots of little pockets and such, dressed in the color of red with black zippers and a black feather with a few silver beads as a keychain on the main zipper of the wallet. The mp3 player was small and black with silver glossy buttons, the headphones wrapped around the small device.
"It's not that. I have to get my duffle bag from my room at that Inn I was at." She explained as she withdrew a key numbered 6 from one of the numerous pockets on the wallet.
"Spike can go and get it, he knows what Inn it was, and you're in no state to go too far right now." Angel protested, before giving Riise a chance to object he snatched the key from her hand and tossed it over to Spike who seemed slightly pissed off at the fact that he had been offered to retrieve Riise's bag against his will.
"Fine, I'll get the bag...but you owe me." He said to Angel before he turned and left to get the bag before it began to get light out.
Fred came back with a few pills and a glass of water, "Here, these should help." Riise sighed heavily in response and choked down the pills and water, the water felt cool running down her throat. It was then when she finally realised how dirty she felt, her hair was matted horribly and was in need of being washed, and she was sure that her skin was crawling.
She looked up to Fred with a change of face, her eyes seemed clear for the first time in a while and she managed a small smile, "How soon till I can have a shower? I must look more beaten up and dead then blondie is when he sleeps." She commented. Angel gave an odd look to her wondering how she knew Spike was a vampire, Riise seemed to catch on to Angels confusion and briefly explained. "When he took care of Mr McShaggyvamp he shifted his facial features."
"Oh, well then I could dismiss you as soon as the blood transfusion is done if you wanted, shouldnt be more then 10 more minutes." Fred replied, clearly much happier to see a kinder look upon the girls face.
Aproximately 15 minutes later Riise was up and out of bed, her clothes and possessions in hand and she followed Angel over into the hotel he owned. They passed a few doors, one of which Angel specified as his own, Riise kept track of the room number as Angel opened up another suite across the hall and a few doors down. Riise stepped inside and was truely amaised with the size of the place, it looked alot larger then a normal hotel suite she had seen before. As she walked through the large apartment-like suite she noticed that the place was fully fitted with everything needed for living, even a few entertainment items such as the large sterio sitting beside the desk at the opposite side of the room from the queen sized bed. The walls were a light lilac color with a soft fluffy jewel blue carpet. In the kitchen nothing seemed to be vacent, all the cupboards were filled with dishes and cutlery, the fridge held a few small things that kept well preseved, concentraited juice, a few frozen meals in the freezer. She finally made her way into the bathroom and smiled, unlike the rest of the light purple apartment, the bathroom had more of an exotic theme, black trim with tan/orange walls, the shower curtains were leapard print and there were a few candles sitting around the exterior of the tub's edge.
Riise smirked and turned around to Angel who had followed her around the suite, "I think this is my favorite room. The colors are perfect." She smiled as she commented, then went to move past Angel to go lay her stuff on the bed out in the other room, she brushed lightly up against Angels arm. As she did so Riise jerked away roughly and tried to avoid Angels eyes as she pushed the sudden vivid images of mass death from her head.
He looked at her with sudden concern when she had jerked away, "Are you ok Riise?" He asked as she staggered into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water, avoiding looking at him. She seemed to be really out of it suddenly, as he watched her try to drown whatever had just happened in water.
"I-I'll be fine...I just...nevermind." She replied, not wanting to tell him the truth, she couldnt, he would think shes absolutely nuts. Instead, she changed the topic, "Will Blondie be here with my stuff soon?"
Ok well theres the first chapter, read and review to everyone who reads my work, its always appreciated, even if its nothing but flames. Next chapter should be up soon.