Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters do not belong to me.

This is set during season 7.

Refrigerator Poetry

The door burst open as Andrew and at least eight of the potentials spilled into the kitchen, their arms laden with non-perishable food items. The grocery store had long since closed and the produce was in various states of decay.

Andrew set down his bags on the counter and started to remove the food.

"Okay girls, that was a very successful shopping trip, now if you would all pitch in to help put away the food we will be finished in no time." Looking around the kitchen he discovers that the girls had left, taking with them several snack foods. "Or not."

Now alone in the kitchen Andrew started pulling out the remaining food and began to put it away. Reaching into one of the sacks he came upon a non food item. It was a box of the magnetic poetry words.

"Huh, I thought I told the girls not to take anything that we didn't need." Shrugging he placed the box on top of the fridge and continued to put away groceries.

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It was around midnight and Dawn was thirsty. She crept past the girls in her room and padded down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen. Pulling a container of juice from the fridge she noticed that the poetry words, that had made themselves known for the past few days, had been rearranged. They no longer made up the silly messages that had been there at dinner, but two poems. Setting down the juice she read the new words.

Stalk

Hunt

Blood

Desire

Dark

Scared

Quiet

Cover

Lie

Whisper

Listen

Surround

Prey

Soul

Spark

Burn

Fever

Mind

Blaze

Dance

Want

Life

Time

Eternal

One

Alone

Rereading the words she realized the author. A sad smile played on her lips as she poured some juice into her glass. Returning the carton to the fridge she glanced over the words again. She drank her juice and placed her glass in the sink. Turning to leave the kitchen she glanced back. She walked back over to the fridge and rearranged some of the words. She then left the kitchen and made her way upstairs, wary of the potentials in the living room as she passed. Morning would come soon and she would have to wait in line for the shower again, but now it was back to sleep.

The next morning, as the usual morning activities resumed in the kitchen, no one really noticed the words on the fridge or the sentence that was next to them. You are never really alone.

A/N: I hope that you liked it. I was just going to post the poems but I decided that it wouldn't be that difficult to add a story to go along with it. Please review and tell me what you think, even if you hated it. By the way the author of the poems is Spike.