Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been busy with schoolwork and new books and to much laziness and procrastination for my own good. And Pokemon. I'm really sorry. Here's a new chapter, after two weeks. I hope to get back to somewhat regular updates soon though, once I get to a part I really like and have been planning for some time now.
Hope you enjoy this!
Lee out.


Ally blinked as she woke, the room barely lit still. Yet the tiny windows did offer some kind of light, much better than the candles had last night. Those were already consumed, wax having dripped down to the floor and solidified, hinting her as to how long she had slept.

She shifted in place, pushing herself upright with her forearm, the weight of her love's arm around her waist weakly holding her down. He was still asleep, his legs intertwined with hers, playing big spoon as he usually did at the crypt.

But they weren't at the crypt. Where were...?

Memories from the previous day came rushing in, making her bolt from the mattress and start picking up her clothes, not even careful about waking the vampire up.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." She kept muttering as she dressed up in record time, running around the mattress under her lover's sleepy gaze, trying to get her socks from the couch or her t-shirt from the top of the box.

"Where you going?" He growled, not appreciating her rush to leave his side.

"I have to check on Dawn and Buffy. We left and never went back, I don't even know if they got to the hospital!" She snapped, hopping in one leg to put her last boot back on, striding toward the entrance as the vampire scrambled to his feet.

"So what? You're just gonna leave? I'm stuck here! Sun's up." He pointed toward the windows, face set on a scowl.

"You'll survive. Just... sleep or something. I have to go make sure they're Ok." She turned her back on him and ran out of the building, leaving the fuming vampire behind.

Even though he knew her sisters were the most important people for Ally, he did not like being used and thrown aside, left alone where he couldn't do a single thing until the sun set again. Or had he used her? He had wanted to claim her as his, more than anything. He hadn't been driven by passion, it had been a territorial desire that he couldn't shake off since her confession. He wanted her to know that she could only be his. He needed to make her only want him.

Yet she didn't even hesitate in running out to find her family, once again reminding him that, no matter how much he tried, he could never have her only to himself. She had family, friends and a past he barely knew about; she would never be only his.


By the time she got to the Summers home, Giles had left the country, Tara had broken up with Willow and her sisters were in a pitiful mood, which she soon joined. How could things have turned out so wrong? Their family was breaking apart, and she couldn't do a thing to keep it from getting worse. Even she and Buffy walked a fine line, only held together by Dawn and a deeper sense of belonging than any fight or dissidence could take from them. They were sisters, family, want it or not. Moreover, they were Slayers, they had to work together, overcome any obstacles they could face in their relationship, in light of their duty to the world.

So, Buffy was in Heaven, and Ally was in Hell. Maybe it was just how it was meant to happen. Maybe she deserved it.

That was what made her so annoyed about Buffy's complaints about Heaven. She knew, she knew Buffy deserved Heaven, deserved some peace and a good place to rest in. Ally didn't. How could she, after what she'd done? Family was the most important, and she had abandoned hers.

She was already being rewarded with a new family she loved, she could not ask for more. She certainly couldn't ask for Heaven.


As days passed by with no change, other than Amy, the rat, being turned back into her human form and making Willow use even more magic for no other means but fun. This certainly didn't sit well with Tara, who had been over at the time, or any other of the girls for that matter. They knew Willow was overdoing it, but she wouldn't listen to any of them. Ally knew the witch wouldn't stop until something bad, really bad, happened because of her lack of control.

Dawn and Ally were working on the teen's homework, yet the youngest sister knew the Slayer's mind was elsewhere. She had noticed the vampire no longer watched the house at night, 'hiding' behind the tree just outside her window, nor had Ally mentioned him in a while. Something had happened the night they had all gone amnesic, but she hadn't asked her sister yet. She looked so sad and lost in thought most the time, she wasn't sure if mentioning it wouldn't make it worse. However, she was worried. What if she could help?

"Alls?" Dawn had stopped working on her physics problems a couple minutes earlier to watch her sister, yet Ally still hadn't noticed, her eyes unseeing, fixed on a pen laying on the table. At hearing her name, Ally's eyes shot up, meeting Dawn's and blinking a couple times to clear her thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Are you done?"

"No, not yet. I'm... just worried. Is something wrong between you and Spike? I haven't seen him around in a few days."

"Uh..." She averted her eyes, her face falling and jaw clenching before she looked back at the teen. "I... I think... I'm not sure. We haven't been... well since the lust spell."

Dawn gasped, shocked at the vampire's attitude. "He can't blame you for that!"

"It's... it's more complicated than that. It's more than blame. Drusilla cheated on him repeatedly. It must be harder for him than most people, after finally letting go of his love for over a hundred years, getting into another relationship only to be cheated on once more. He must feel like it's just happening again." She understood. She had never experienced something like that, not really, but she knew that it hurt Spike more than the average person. He was so passionate, so devoted to the one he loved, she knew she had hurt him more than a beating from the Slayer could. She felt horrible for it, even if she had had no way of stopping it.

"But you were bewitched! You did not purposefully cheat on him, and Lindsey and you just kissed." Dawn clutched one of her hands, squeezing in support.

"Dawn, we both know that if Anya and you hadn't stopped us, it would have gone much farther than kissing." Maybe that was what kept her from running to Spike and asking for forgiveness, from devoting herself to him as he had done to her. She knew that she had felt something towards Lindsey, even if it was just lust and a bit of affection, and it made the cheating worse. Because even then, as she thought back on the make out session, she felt good. She had enjoyed it. How could she ask Spike to forgive her when the memories were so nice? Of course, it didn't mean she wanted anything more with Lindsey, but she knew that there was a part of her tat didn't regret it.

Heck, if there was one thing she had gotten from that last night in L.A. was that Lindsey could kiss. Yet she didn't think she could ever love him. Not like she loved Spike.

She didn't think she could love anyone the way she loved Spike.

Her vampire.

"But you didn't, and he can't blame you for it. It was a spell." The teen repeated, sternly looking into her sister's eyes. "Want me to go see him and knock some sense into him?"

Her lips twitched into a tiny smile, her sweet sister's face relaxing at her reaction. Dawn was worried. Maybe she should go talk to the bleach blond. Try to fix things. She had to fight for what they had.

"I'm gonna go see him. Are you gonna be okay?" Ally stood up, stretching her arms after being in the same position for the past hour.

"Yeah, I'll make myself something to eat soon. I'm thinking about peanut butter and banana quesadillas, it's my own invention." Dawn smiled brightly, hopping up from her chair.

"Sounds disgusting. Enjoy yourself." Ally hugged her tightly for a couple seconds and kissed her temple. "If anything happens, you know where I'll be."

The eldest brunette grabbed her jacket and left the house quickly, thinking about what she was going to say to the bleach blond once she found him, barely paying attention to her surroundings as she planned her words. She had to make things right. She missed him.