Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or the characters in the show, like I said
before. I do own Sarah.
***
As the sun slowly sets behind the horizon all colors from yellow to purple are shooting through the sky. The colors fade and darkness takes over.
Sarah walks down the quiet street toward the Summers' house. She can't wait to finally be able to meet Dawn's family. Dawn has said so many nice things about her sister Buffy and Sarah knows that she has finally found the girl that she has been searching for for the past 4 years.
Sarah lifts her foot onto the first step. Creek, her heart jumps. 'What am I so nervous about?' she asks herself. 'Just relax.' She coaxes herself back to a normal heart rate and continues up the steps. She comes to the door and her hand reaches out to ring the doorbell. She stops, thinking, 'Am I sure I want to go through with this?' and then realizes she has to. 'I can't continue to live my life this way. Not anymore. It was never like this, but,' She stops thinking and reaches out again, the memory too painful to even think of.
***
Ding-dong. "I'll get it!" Dawn yells as she runs down the stairs and almost through the door when she reaches the bottom.
"Stop running, you sound like a herd of elephants. Sarah isn't going to run away from the door before you get there," exclaims Buffy. But if she knew Sarah at all she would have thought otherwise because that was exactly what Sarah was thinking of doing.
"Hi!" Dawn was so excited. She hadn't had a friend over in a long time, almost since her mother died.
"Hi," responded Sarah nervously, looking down at her feet as she stood at the doorway. She didn't want to make eye contact for the fear that Dawn would notice the fear she had tried to suppress. It was beginning to reappear again and she couldn't allow Dawn to see it.
"Oh, come on in!" stated Dawn. Sarah eyes slowly looked up and she entered the house.
"Nice house," Sarah didn't know what else to say. She was never very good with manners and that was the only thing that she could think of that seemed somewhat appropriate.
"Thanks," Dawn replied. "Come with me, I want you to meet my sister." Dawn grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her into the kitchen where Buffy was getting to bowls of chips and soda ready for the night. They had even picked out some nice, no evil, movies for everyone to watch.
After finding out that Dawn had invited a friend over Buffy had decided that it would be a good idea to have a party with the whole Scooby gang there. There hadn't been too much evil going on those days and she figured that both they and herself deserved a one, especially after her birthday one went bad.
"Buffy, this is Sarah, Sarah, this is my sister Buffy."
"Really? No way? You just live with her, but she isn't your sister," Sarah sarcastically remarks. Dawn giggles at the little joke and Buffy gives her slight smile. Sarah begins to feel a little more sure of herself in the unfamiliar house.
"Hello? Any one home?" Xander and Anya enter the house. They enter the kitchen and Dawn is the first to say anything.
"This is Sarah. Sarah, this is Xander and Anya."
"Hey Sarah, long time no see." Sarah looks at Xander, trying to think of a time when she had seen him before, her mind searching through the past years of her life. 'Find it!' she commands herself. She had promised herself a long time ago that she would never forget a face, but none came to her. "I'm just kidding," Xander stated noticing her deep thoughts. A sigh of relief spread across her face.
"So, where are you from?" Anya broke the tension that had been building up in the room. She was good at doing that, but she didn't care for the answer.
"Tampa Bay, Florida," responded Sarah and the conversation continued on and they all moved into the living room. They began to get ready to watch the movies.
***
Next to show up was Willow. She came in carrying more bags with all sorts of goodies in it. Dawn came running to her side to help her. "Here, grab this bag before it falls."
Sarah slowly entered the kitchen a few feet behind Dawn looking to her feet once again. She didn't like to be left alone in the room with Buffy, Xander, and Anya. She didn't feel comfortable with them yet. She was even scared of them at times. She felt like they looked into her, through her, and knew everything about her. About her past, the good and the bad that she had done.
Sarah sensed that there was something different in the house the minute Willow entered. She could feel that there was an enormous amount of power coming from another being even though she had not yet looked up to see her.
Dawn introduced them, "Willow, this is Sarah."
As Sarah raised her eyes to acknowledge Willow's existence the beams of dark purple rays of light bombarded her eyes. The rays that spread out and around Willow were amazing and from these beams Sarah learned everything about her within a matter of moments.
Dawn walked back into the living room after helping Willow put everything away and Sarah followed. She didn't want to. She wanted to stay with the powerful being that entered the house. She didn't like the vibe that she was receiving from the people within the room. She knew that she couldn't be left alone with only one person though and so she did.
***
The night dragged on and they started watching the movies. The first one was about a little boy and his life journey to find his parents and the second one was about a girl who finds love in all the wrong places. Buffy couldn't help but think that the second movie was based on her life.
"Bathroom break," cried Dawn when the credits to the second movie began to roll. She ran to the nearest bathroom racing Xander for it.
"Anyone up for some popcorn?" asked Willow, jumping at the opportunity to go and make some. She couldn't sit still any longer and had to get on her feet. They all responded to with yeas and yeses and Willow went into the kitchen.
"Let me help you with that," Sarah offered a lending hand not to be kind, but for an excuse to follow the purple rays that no one else could see.
Sarah hadn't eaten anything for the whole time that she had been there. The pit in her stomach was beginning to grow and she could feel her body crying out for blood. 'Not yet,' she thought to herself. 'Not yet.' But her body couldn't take it anymore. It needed the blood to survive.
Sarah had followed Willow into kitchen knowing that she didn't suspect anything was about to harm her. "Willow?" Sarah called her name, hoping that she would be given the chance to make eye contact. Willow didn't look up though and she put the popcorn bag into the microwave.
Sarah glanced at Willow's neck. She could see the veins pumping the blood to every bit of tissue in her body. She could hear the thumps of her heart beating even though she wasn't even close enough to touch her. 'Just a little longer, please, not yet,' Sarah thought, as her body ached to feel the warmth of the blood on her lips.
Sarah knew her body was about to lunge toward Willow and she tried once more to gain her attention. A last effort before she would lose total control.
"Willow?" this time she looked up. It was only for a second, but Sarah had gathered her eyes and Willow was lost in her stare. Sarah glided over to her. The closer she got the more her body ached and yearned for the luscious blood and power. She gathered her into her arms. Lumps formed on her head and fangs grew in her mouth.
Sarah opened her mouth. The veins in Willow's neck had grown and were pumping blood even harder than they had when she was across the room. Sarah's senses perked and she bit down, hard into Willow's soft and tender neck. The blood surged into her mouth, running down her throat, and rushed through her body warming her as it went. She could feel every sensation ten times the amount that she would normally feel it. She felt the life in herself begin to thrive as Willow began to go limp and become heavier.
Sarah's powers began to grow and become more in tuned with the world around her. It must have been the power in Willow's blood. 'She must be an ex- witch' thought Sarah, 'Only ex-witches give this kind of power or Slayers.' She dismissed The Slayer idea because she knew who The Slayer was.
Suddenly, a slight scuffle behind her that only a vampire or The Slayer could hear caused her to look up and Spike had entered the house. She ripped her teeth from Willow's neck and glared at him. "Spike! What do you want?" she asked, eager to have him leave her and allow her to get back to her meal.
"What do you think you are doing? You can't just come into The Slayer's home and eat her bloody friends!" was Spike's response, but he knew she could. She wasn't like other vampires. She was different. She was more powerful than any other he had ever known and he knew why.
"And who's gonna stop me? Its not like I'm gonna take it all anyway. You know I never kill when I eat. I need her help, I need to get close," she said.
Spike lunged at her but missed. "And you think eating her friends is going to help you get close?" he asks. Sarah hit him across the back of the head, slamming the front of it into the counter still holding Willow.
"No, but this allows me to have an inside look on things. This way I am able to understand her more and she will never even know," she responded. Sarah had some special powers as a vampire. She wasn't like the rest of them. She could make her bit marks disappear with the wave of her hand and many other things. She wasn't going to be able to do this tonight though.
Spike lunged at her again, but missed. She kicked him in the face drawing blood and he flew back into the wall with a big thud.
"That's it!" Spike had had enough of her throwing him around. He shook his head and there before her stood the "real" Spike. He ran toward her and this time he made contact. He punched her in the face just after she set Willow to the floor. Sarah heard footsteps quickly approaching from the living room. 'They must have heard all the noise we are making,' was all she could think and her face quickly changed back to normal.
Spike didn't hear them though. He punched her again, and again, and again, each time drawing more and more blood from her already bloody lips.
Sarah knew it was only a matter of time until Buffy would come to her rescue. Not that she needed to be rescued, but if she was going to make everyone believe that she was human then she couldn't attack Spike back. Not while she looked like a human anyways.
Buffy was the first to enter the room as Sarah predicted. "Spike! What the hell are you doing?" she yells. Spike looks up for a moment and continues to beat Sarah. He was straddling her and had forced her onto her back on the floor and was pounding her face and head into it.
Buffy realized that he wasn't going to stop anytime soon and kicked him in the face. He flew into the wall again and fell to the floor. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Spike knew that he had messed up. 'I should have just let Sarah be. Why do I always have to get myself involved with her?' he thinks to himself. It had been a while since he had last seen her, but this action by her surprised him. He wanted to stop and think why she was bothering to get The Slayer involved instead of going straight to her sire, but he couldn't. Not now.
Spike could see that Buffy was coming closer to him and she was holding a wooden stake in her hand. He remembered her telling him that all she needed was one good reason and she would stake him. He knew that she had been serious and didn't want this day to be it. He pulled himself to his feet and ran out the door saying, "You'll thank me later, Slayer. You don't know what you're doing. She isn't who she seems to be."
***
As the sun slowly sets behind the horizon all colors from yellow to purple are shooting through the sky. The colors fade and darkness takes over.
Sarah walks down the quiet street toward the Summers' house. She can't wait to finally be able to meet Dawn's family. Dawn has said so many nice things about her sister Buffy and Sarah knows that she has finally found the girl that she has been searching for for the past 4 years.
Sarah lifts her foot onto the first step. Creek, her heart jumps. 'What am I so nervous about?' she asks herself. 'Just relax.' She coaxes herself back to a normal heart rate and continues up the steps. She comes to the door and her hand reaches out to ring the doorbell. She stops, thinking, 'Am I sure I want to go through with this?' and then realizes she has to. 'I can't continue to live my life this way. Not anymore. It was never like this, but,' She stops thinking and reaches out again, the memory too painful to even think of.
***
Ding-dong. "I'll get it!" Dawn yells as she runs down the stairs and almost through the door when she reaches the bottom.
"Stop running, you sound like a herd of elephants. Sarah isn't going to run away from the door before you get there," exclaims Buffy. But if she knew Sarah at all she would have thought otherwise because that was exactly what Sarah was thinking of doing.
"Hi!" Dawn was so excited. She hadn't had a friend over in a long time, almost since her mother died.
"Hi," responded Sarah nervously, looking down at her feet as she stood at the doorway. She didn't want to make eye contact for the fear that Dawn would notice the fear she had tried to suppress. It was beginning to reappear again and she couldn't allow Dawn to see it.
"Oh, come on in!" stated Dawn. Sarah eyes slowly looked up and she entered the house.
"Nice house," Sarah didn't know what else to say. She was never very good with manners and that was the only thing that she could think of that seemed somewhat appropriate.
"Thanks," Dawn replied. "Come with me, I want you to meet my sister." Dawn grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her into the kitchen where Buffy was getting to bowls of chips and soda ready for the night. They had even picked out some nice, no evil, movies for everyone to watch.
After finding out that Dawn had invited a friend over Buffy had decided that it would be a good idea to have a party with the whole Scooby gang there. There hadn't been too much evil going on those days and she figured that both they and herself deserved a one, especially after her birthday one went bad.
"Buffy, this is Sarah, Sarah, this is my sister Buffy."
"Really? No way? You just live with her, but she isn't your sister," Sarah sarcastically remarks. Dawn giggles at the little joke and Buffy gives her slight smile. Sarah begins to feel a little more sure of herself in the unfamiliar house.
"Hello? Any one home?" Xander and Anya enter the house. They enter the kitchen and Dawn is the first to say anything.
"This is Sarah. Sarah, this is Xander and Anya."
"Hey Sarah, long time no see." Sarah looks at Xander, trying to think of a time when she had seen him before, her mind searching through the past years of her life. 'Find it!' she commands herself. She had promised herself a long time ago that she would never forget a face, but none came to her. "I'm just kidding," Xander stated noticing her deep thoughts. A sigh of relief spread across her face.
"So, where are you from?" Anya broke the tension that had been building up in the room. She was good at doing that, but she didn't care for the answer.
"Tampa Bay, Florida," responded Sarah and the conversation continued on and they all moved into the living room. They began to get ready to watch the movies.
***
Next to show up was Willow. She came in carrying more bags with all sorts of goodies in it. Dawn came running to her side to help her. "Here, grab this bag before it falls."
Sarah slowly entered the kitchen a few feet behind Dawn looking to her feet once again. She didn't like to be left alone in the room with Buffy, Xander, and Anya. She didn't feel comfortable with them yet. She was even scared of them at times. She felt like they looked into her, through her, and knew everything about her. About her past, the good and the bad that she had done.
Sarah sensed that there was something different in the house the minute Willow entered. She could feel that there was an enormous amount of power coming from another being even though she had not yet looked up to see her.
Dawn introduced them, "Willow, this is Sarah."
As Sarah raised her eyes to acknowledge Willow's existence the beams of dark purple rays of light bombarded her eyes. The rays that spread out and around Willow were amazing and from these beams Sarah learned everything about her within a matter of moments.
Dawn walked back into the living room after helping Willow put everything away and Sarah followed. She didn't want to. She wanted to stay with the powerful being that entered the house. She didn't like the vibe that she was receiving from the people within the room. She knew that she couldn't be left alone with only one person though and so she did.
***
The night dragged on and they started watching the movies. The first one was about a little boy and his life journey to find his parents and the second one was about a girl who finds love in all the wrong places. Buffy couldn't help but think that the second movie was based on her life.
"Bathroom break," cried Dawn when the credits to the second movie began to roll. She ran to the nearest bathroom racing Xander for it.
"Anyone up for some popcorn?" asked Willow, jumping at the opportunity to go and make some. She couldn't sit still any longer and had to get on her feet. They all responded to with yeas and yeses and Willow went into the kitchen.
"Let me help you with that," Sarah offered a lending hand not to be kind, but for an excuse to follow the purple rays that no one else could see.
Sarah hadn't eaten anything for the whole time that she had been there. The pit in her stomach was beginning to grow and she could feel her body crying out for blood. 'Not yet,' she thought to herself. 'Not yet.' But her body couldn't take it anymore. It needed the blood to survive.
Sarah had followed Willow into kitchen knowing that she didn't suspect anything was about to harm her. "Willow?" Sarah called her name, hoping that she would be given the chance to make eye contact. Willow didn't look up though and she put the popcorn bag into the microwave.
Sarah glanced at Willow's neck. She could see the veins pumping the blood to every bit of tissue in her body. She could hear the thumps of her heart beating even though she wasn't even close enough to touch her. 'Just a little longer, please, not yet,' Sarah thought, as her body ached to feel the warmth of the blood on her lips.
Sarah knew her body was about to lunge toward Willow and she tried once more to gain her attention. A last effort before she would lose total control.
"Willow?" this time she looked up. It was only for a second, but Sarah had gathered her eyes and Willow was lost in her stare. Sarah glided over to her. The closer she got the more her body ached and yearned for the luscious blood and power. She gathered her into her arms. Lumps formed on her head and fangs grew in her mouth.
Sarah opened her mouth. The veins in Willow's neck had grown and were pumping blood even harder than they had when she was across the room. Sarah's senses perked and she bit down, hard into Willow's soft and tender neck. The blood surged into her mouth, running down her throat, and rushed through her body warming her as it went. She could feel every sensation ten times the amount that she would normally feel it. She felt the life in herself begin to thrive as Willow began to go limp and become heavier.
Sarah's powers began to grow and become more in tuned with the world around her. It must have been the power in Willow's blood. 'She must be an ex- witch' thought Sarah, 'Only ex-witches give this kind of power or Slayers.' She dismissed The Slayer idea because she knew who The Slayer was.
Suddenly, a slight scuffle behind her that only a vampire or The Slayer could hear caused her to look up and Spike had entered the house. She ripped her teeth from Willow's neck and glared at him. "Spike! What do you want?" she asked, eager to have him leave her and allow her to get back to her meal.
"What do you think you are doing? You can't just come into The Slayer's home and eat her bloody friends!" was Spike's response, but he knew she could. She wasn't like other vampires. She was different. She was more powerful than any other he had ever known and he knew why.
"And who's gonna stop me? Its not like I'm gonna take it all anyway. You know I never kill when I eat. I need her help, I need to get close," she said.
Spike lunged at her but missed. "And you think eating her friends is going to help you get close?" he asks. Sarah hit him across the back of the head, slamming the front of it into the counter still holding Willow.
"No, but this allows me to have an inside look on things. This way I am able to understand her more and she will never even know," she responded. Sarah had some special powers as a vampire. She wasn't like the rest of them. She could make her bit marks disappear with the wave of her hand and many other things. She wasn't going to be able to do this tonight though.
Spike lunged at her again, but missed. She kicked him in the face drawing blood and he flew back into the wall with a big thud.
"That's it!" Spike had had enough of her throwing him around. He shook his head and there before her stood the "real" Spike. He ran toward her and this time he made contact. He punched her in the face just after she set Willow to the floor. Sarah heard footsteps quickly approaching from the living room. 'They must have heard all the noise we are making,' was all she could think and her face quickly changed back to normal.
Spike didn't hear them though. He punched her again, and again, and again, each time drawing more and more blood from her already bloody lips.
Sarah knew it was only a matter of time until Buffy would come to her rescue. Not that she needed to be rescued, but if she was going to make everyone believe that she was human then she couldn't attack Spike back. Not while she looked like a human anyways.
Buffy was the first to enter the room as Sarah predicted. "Spike! What the hell are you doing?" she yells. Spike looks up for a moment and continues to beat Sarah. He was straddling her and had forced her onto her back on the floor and was pounding her face and head into it.
Buffy realized that he wasn't going to stop anytime soon and kicked him in the face. He flew into the wall again and fell to the floor. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Spike knew that he had messed up. 'I should have just let Sarah be. Why do I always have to get myself involved with her?' he thinks to himself. It had been a while since he had last seen her, but this action by her surprised him. He wanted to stop and think why she was bothering to get The Slayer involved instead of going straight to her sire, but he couldn't. Not now.
Spike could see that Buffy was coming closer to him and she was holding a wooden stake in her hand. He remembered her telling him that all she needed was one good reason and she would stake him. He knew that she had been serious and didn't want this day to be it. He pulled himself to his feet and ran out the door saying, "You'll thank me later, Slayer. You don't know what you're doing. She isn't who she seems to be."
