The air seemed to have been sucked out of the room, not a sound breaking the silence. Even the flames of the candles made more noise than the occupants of the room, still as statues, holding their breaths. They didn't dare lift their eyes and look at the other, suddenly losing their voice, not sure what they could say in that situation.
They didn't remember each other, yet they had woken up together, and there was an obvious chemistry going on between them. But, that...? That was too much for two amnesic runaways.
Ally was the first to snap out of it, scooting back into the mattress and averting her eyes so that Randy could put the ring back in his pocket, hugging her legs tighter to her chest. Her stomach started twisting uncomfortably, a warm sensation following her spine and spreading to her cheeks and ears. Could it be? Could he be her future husband? Could he be the one she was supposed to marry had they not lost their memories?
He cleared his throat and quickly picked up the ring, stuffing it back in his pocket and shifting so there was more space between them, so she didn't feel as uncomfortable. How could he not have noticed the ring when he had been searching for a ID card? How did he miss that? His glanced at her from the corner of his eye, watching her partially turn into a ball, her big grey eyes looking anywhere but in his direction. They must have been quite in love. He was going to propose, apparently, and it didn't seem like such a crazy idea to him, to be honest.
"Do you think they're still looking for you?" She asked, her voice too loud in the deafening silence even as she kept it low, her head still slightly turned.
"Possibly. We should wait a bit longer and run to the hospital." He suggested, tapping his fingers on his bent knees, not really knowing what to do.
"Yeah. The others may already be there. They could be worried." At the sad turn her voice took, Randy approached her once again, patting her shoulder lightly.
"Hey, they'll be fine. Seems I've got superhuman strength and fighting skills, sure they know we'll be somewhat safe." His hand rested on her shoulder, eventually only his thumb moving, tracing soothing circles through her clothes.
She finally looked at him, giving him a light smile that barely reached her eyes. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity at the situation, together, alone, trying to protect her as she tried to protect him. Had it been like that before they lost their memories?
"You know, this feels... familiar. I can't remember, but I could swear we've been in a situation just like this before." She confessed, staring at the candle near them, the flames flickering in the lightest breeze.
"I know." He nodded, unconsciously tapping the ring in his pocket with his free hand.
"But I don't think the ring is for me." She added, letting out a sigh as she felt him tense up, thinking she had read his thoughts. "I... I'm not wearing any jewels, not even necklaces, earrings, or any piercing, nor do I have holes for them. I don't think I like jewels, either. It must be for someone else."
He disagreed, but didn't voice it, taking his hand off her shoulder and placing it behind him, slightly lying back. Then, he noticed how she leaned slightly closer, and he was quite sure she wasn't doing it on purpose. Her arms hugged her legs closer to her, tightening her hold on them, and he realized she was cold.
Weird, he didn't really feel much in terms of temperature. Sure, she felt warm whenever he was close to her, but the temperature of the room didn't really bother him. Maybe she was just sensitive to the cold?
He shrugged his jacket off and, wordlessly, put it over her shoulders, lightly wrapping it around her. It felt natural, one more thing to add to the list of why he thought she was the recipient of the ring, but he didn't comment on it.
"Aren't you gonna get cold?" She asked, watching him with concerned eyes that shone in the light of the candle, putting him under he spell.
"Don't feel cold." He shrugged, averting his eyes while he could, before he crept her out.
"Alright, thanks." She clutched onto the jacket and silence fell between them again.
That is, until someone barged inside the building and tumbled into the living room, a man in ragged clothes with a bottle of dark liquor clutched in his hand, who stopped short of entering the room, glaring at them. "Out! Out of my house!" He strode forward, making Randy grab Ally's wrist and pull them both up, leaving the mattress and keeping a distance from the bum that seemed to be out of his mind. "Out of here, this place is mine! Find your own!" The bum them threw his bottle at them, surprisingly hitting Randy in his jaw, the bleach blond's head whipping to one side as the projectile shattered next to his feet.
"Randy!" Ally's eyes widened, afraid the hit might have really hurt her friend, right before his head whipped back towards the vagabond, snarling, vampire face on.
Ally tried to get away from him and stifle a cry, terrified, just as the homeless man fled the building, screaming bloody murder. However, Randy barely watched the man go before he turned toward the suddenly hysterical woman, still holding her wrist even as she trashed against his grasp. "Bloody hell, woman, what's gotten into you?" He inquired, caught off guard by her horrified reaction.
"You're a vampire!" She shrieked, finally getting free from his hold and stepping backwards, her eyes not steering from him, just in case.
He just stood there for a second, seriously considering if she had gone completely bat-shit crazy. But, apart from the scared-out-of-her-mind look, she didn't seem crazy. "How can you say... I, me, a vampire? No."
"Yes, you, a vampire. Check your face, and the fangs!" She pointed at his face, more specifically at his forehead, still slowly backing away from him until her heel met the wall, not five feet from the mattress.
He obeyed, first just lightly touching his eyebrows, feeling the lumps in them, then rushing to check for fangs. And she was right. They were there. "I bite your kind." He murmured, letting his hands fall from his face, intently watching her, still covered by his jacket, the ring still in its pocket. "So how come I don't wanna bite you?" He wondered out loud, her face mirroring his own confused frown. "And why am I fightin' other vampires?"
At his completely lost expression, she felt the tug of sympathy and compassion in her heart. He really didn't know. He hadn't even tried to bite her when he had had a thousand chances to do so. Moreover, he was protecting her. He had protected her from other vampires.
Maybe he was an exception.
He still continued speaking aloud to himself, his face lighting up a bit as he theorized about his own situation. "I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. In love with a human. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul." He chuckled at his own idea, slowly approaching the woman who was supposed to be his beloved.
"That's lame." She shook her head, slightly less afraid of him already.
"No, really, think about it." He closed in on her, taking her chin between his fingers before she could even react, staring right into her eyes. "A vampire meeting a girl, falling in love, and changing his ways in order to be deserving of her. Turning against his own kind, fighting evil, to earn his loved one's affections." She was enthralled, his words reaching her with a pleasant purring sound, before his voice dropped a bit more, getting even deeper, more meaningful. "To be worthy of asking for her hand."
She was left breathless, her eyes lost in his, her lips parted invitingly. How could he have taken her from fear to fascination in less than a minute? Jeez, that was art. His voice shook her to the core, tugging at things that were most definitely not appropriate, making her want to give in to him. Everything. It was his. She was his.
Maybe they were together.
She wasn't sure if it was him or her who leaned forward first, closing what space was left between their lips, but as soon as they touched, they were both lost in the feeling. Their mouths moved against each other, their hands acting on their own accord, grasping and tugging, anything to touch and get even closer together, their bodies adapting to each other as her back hit the wall. She moaned, receiving a growl in response, his game face still on as they kissed ferociously. She felt his fangs on her lower lip, scratching yet never breaking the skin, and left her hands lightly touch the bumps in his forehead.
He pulled back them, watching her as she grazed his face, amazed at her own attitude towards his true nature. Maybe that was it, the reason they were together, the reason why he wanted to marry her. Because she did not fear him, she did not reject his true self. She brought the best in him.
She slowly brushed her lips against his again, sweetly, barely even touching, as one of her arms went around his neck, her fingers lightly scratching the hairs at the back, making a shiver go down his spine. His hands slid down her sides, coming to rest to her thighs before swiftly lifting her up, getting her off the wall in one single movement.
He lowered both of them to the mattress, softly lying her down and standing only a few inches above her, staring at her. Her hair was sprawled around her, her half-lidded eyes looking up at him, light freckles spread around the bridge of her nose and rosy lips swollen from their kisses. God, she was beautiful. Utterly enchanting, and all his.
Because he knew. Somehow, she was his, just as he was hers. They belonged together.
She pulled him to her once again, tongues entwining, battling in the most passionate of wars. Their own lives depended on it, their needs driving them, not logical thought in the room. They were meant to be, they knew it, and that was enough.
A gasp fell from both their lips as they felt the spell being broken, their memories rushing back in a blur of images, sounds and feelings. Spike leaned back once more, all of the things he had been feeling, thinking, before the magic-induced amnesia returning at once. Her confession, the feeling of betrayal and familiarity with being cheated on, the reasoning behind all of it. He had been split between believing she had cheated on him and knowing she wasn't to blame for. Yet his heart ached like it had been shattered into a million pieces.
But then, seeing her laying under him, staring at him with her big doe eyes, already filled with tears, he knew she was the only glue that could make him whole once again. She was his curse and his blessing, his only salvation. Even if he was hurt, he needed her.
So he dipped his head once again, claiming her lips, her tongue and everything that was her as his own. He would erase any trace of the other one's scent from her and replace it with his own. Everyone should know, she was his, and his alone.
