DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters except from Kayla or any other people you don't recognise. Don't sue me, I have nothing.

AN- OK, because of the lack of reviews (not that I'm not thankful for those I did get ---ta Stargurl727!!! :) ) I've decided to get more involved, like this, to see how many ppl leave reviews telling me to stop being so damn well annoying!!! (It's my greatest plan of action ever!) So, in this chapter, I was trying to prove a point, although I forget what that point is, so lets just say that I'm trying to prove something about vulnerability. Hence the title. :)

Chapter Seven - Celebrations And Vulnerability

Just Don't Need this - Sugababes

Kayla and Spike had been out celebrating his recovery for a while. The nightclub music was loud enough to deafen everyone in the room. Spike went down the wire steps towards the bar. Kayla watched him disappear and then glanced over at the goth band on the stage blaring out loud depressing music with a fast beat I'm always amazed how they manage that btw.. She looked down at the busy bar again where Spike was talking to the barman, and two young college boys were steadily drinking themselves into a stupor. She thought how easy a target they would have been under 'normal circumstances'.

Just then, the movement of an old man a few tables to her right caught her eye, the guy had barely moved all the time she'd been there. She watched him warily, she was suddenly dreadfully all too aware that he was staring at her. She moved uncomfortably, attempting to avoid his gaze, but when she looked back he was still watching her. She looked back at the bar where Spike was still talking.

"Typical." she thought, "Now he decides to become sociable!"

The old guy stood up and came over to her table. As he came closer she realized he wasn't that old, but through obvious heavy drinking his skin had become leathery and creased. He smiled eerily and drunkenly sat down in the seat next to her. She moved aside, but he put his arm around her. She pushed him roughly away, and he said something which she couldn't quite make out.

She stood up, but he did also and moved closer. She knew that she could easily kill him, but the pain from the chip would be unbelievable and she would rather be without it. She was, as she well knew, helpless.

The old man unsteadily stood in front of her, his smelly breath filling her senses. He reached forward with his decayed-looking shaking hand towards her face and then dropped it to the level of her breast. She stepped back and he followed, his hand still outstretched. He came even closer blocking all routes of escape except for jumping off the balcony onto the packed dance floor.

His hand came closer to her bust, and she began to feel the panic rising up in her chest and throat. Her voice seemed to be lost, her feet glued rigid to the floor. He was now close enough to touch her, she was backed against the wall, and although she could easily jump over him she didn't want to draw attention from the people below.

The old man's eyes were wide and excited, but cold, and he went to make a grasp at her. But just as he did this, his face contorted into a look of pain and shock and he fell from a sudden blow dealt from behind. And there was Spike. He'd seen Kayla being cornered and had come up just in time to punch the guy's lights out. Spike doubled over in pain, clutching his head.

"Owwah!" he moaned, then straightening up slowly, he came over to her. She was shaking.

"It's alright." he said slowly, she thankfully fell against him and he pulled her closer and held her in his arms.

"I couldn't stop him." she whispered as her eyes caught sight of the unconscious pervert, she closed them tightly.