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The things we leave behind
By Slaya
Chapter two-The wrecked ones
A storm was coming. She could see it in the corner of her eye.
She could feel it deep in her bones. They were shivering.
She took a shortcut thru a muddy field. The old abandoned warehouse was her target. Her goal. Just to come there in one single piece.
To live thru it.
She succedes.
The building is tall and dark. It screams fear out of it. Mystery.
Not a lot of people know that a girl was raped and murdered here two years ago. The police kept it a secret. Cassie knew because of her father, a police officer that told her never to go near that place, not even in daylight.
«I wonder what would he say if he knew that I m here now in two o clock in the morning.
I really am a fool. What if something happens to me?
Where will I have to go? What will I have to face?»
She was scared, there was no doubt about that. She keeped the picture of that girl from her dream in her mind.
«I too want to do something like that, something important. To be rememberd. Or not.
I don t wanna be a anybody. I want to be somebody.»
She goes to the front doors. Locked.
She uses her knoledge picked up from various action movies and kicks them down. Not a biggy. It s dark inside. The shelves are covered in tons of dust.
She can t see it, except when in direct moonlight, but she can smell the stenche.
It feels like theres no one inside.
Or outside for that matter.
Was this all just a wild goose chase?
Or a test cooming from dear ol daddy?
She hoped not. Caus if it was…..she s in some shity problems.
She can just hear the yelling and the screaming. No. It can t be like that.
Not now when she s so close.
And she can bloody smell it. The smell of being someone.
Her blood boiled and she couldn t help herself anymore. She put her bag on the floor quietly.
Then something in the dark suddenly moves. It looked like a shadow. But it didn t have a body. It didn t make any noise.
It emerges in front of her. She was silent. «Is he it? Is he my watcher?»-she wondered.
The blue eyed creature makes a grin of somesort.
«You are the slayer. The new slayer.»
She didn t know what to answer him. She guessed that she could say yes since she is a slayer.
«Yeah. That s me. Cassie.»-she made a gesture to shake his hand. He didn t even blink.
Just smiled a bit.
It all just feeled completley wrong. Like this isn t the thing that she sighned up for.
Fear started to overcome her.
This isn t what she expected. It was different.
«Sooo, what are you gonna teach me?»-she inoscently asks just to break the silence. She didn t really care about that at this moment.
«A lot of wicked things. But lesson number one is……………..
Never let your guard down little girl. And always be sure that you know who are you talking to.»-he said as his face morphed into a face of a demon.
Cassie steped back as he came near.
«Don t worry, I m not gonna kill you, I m just gonna turn you. Sire you.
Hm. A slayer in our order. Beauticious.
And yes. It is gonna hurt. A lot!»
«Well….goodbye then.»-she responded while starting to run.
She didn t see anything. Now would be a good time to use her slayer powers, sences, whatever that she had.
It was a good idea. But she couldn t pull it off.
She didn t know anything about it.
She couldn t run anymore. She triped and fell.
The vampire jumped on top of her and made a pretty embarasing sound of delight.
She was trying to find some objects to hit him over the head with. She found a brick. It served it s use.
But it still hadn t got him to back away and get off of her.
It just got him pissed. He slaped her.
She felt her neck snap a little bit, the muscles just getting twisted and abruptivly painful.
Her head hiting the cold concred ground.
Everything was shaking and not falling into place, it was upside down.
She almost blacked out.
«Keep in place, keep in place, keep in fucking place.»-she was telling to herself. She didn t know what else to say, what else to feel. Or how to live thru this.
He put his arm around her tiny neck and lifted her up in the air.
She kicked him but he didn t care much.
She knew she can t die here, now and like this. It just can t be like this.
Suddenly the creature turns to dust. It covers Cassie as she falls to the floor coffing her lungs out. Someone has offered her a hand while in the other there was a wodden stake.
She couldn t see him very well but she could manage to see that he s a man with sparkling blue eyes just like the vampire. And almost white blond hair.
She was weak and beaten up.
She couldn t walk behind him as he turned away and started going quickly.
He didn t hear her moving so he came back.
«You have to learn to watch yourself pet. This isn t a fairytale. There are no dancing bloody fairies. Just the fighting ugly demons.»
She doesn t answer. She just looks at the pile of dust and then glares back at the blond creature.
«You re one of them.»-she calmly states.
«But don t feel reliefed just because I didn t kill you. Learn not to trust no one. Not even the lady I m gonna introduce you to now. She has her dark times. When you can t come near.»
«You were here all the time. You were. Why didn t you help me sooner?»
«Caus a slayer that I m training aint gonna be a sugar bloody sissy. You need to take a bite of the real world. Now come along.
We have places to go. People to meet.»
She didn t argue. Just followed him. She knew she had to tough it out. This was special on her. She wasn t worried about being too strong and tough to love. She didn t want to love.
Unlike the former slayer. Buffy Anne Summers.
Yeah, Cassie is going to get thru anything and not say a word.
She ll ignore the pain, just like now.
She feels like her brain s gonna explode and that she ll fall down.
She just picked up her bag and followed the man that remaind nameless to her into the night.
His name was Spike.
And yes, she got it right.
He was a vampire. And he was in love with the deceased ex slayer Buffy. That s why he sounded so harsh. He wanted to make sure that this one doesn t die.
If he couldn t save Buffy, maybe he could save Cassie.
And yes, he was here all the time. He was the one that toke care for the vamps presence.
He wanted to see what the girl was made off. He also wanted to let her see what is she getting into. And he wanted to see can she take some minor damage.
Up to this point she s been holding out just fine.
Offcourse he didn t want to tell her that. It wouldn t be good. Her mind would be in the ego department and not into the slaying.
He would be lieing to himself if he would have said that he didn t wanna help her from the second that the vamp came after her.
But he couldn t let that happen. He and Red will do thins a little bit different than the watchers council is used to do.
But they ll never drog Cassie and let her fight a dangerous vamp without any power or help.
That s the bottom line that s not gonna be crossed.
Thoose bloody sodding nancy boys.
He looked at her and he saw the same thing that he saw in Buffy: power.
It s all about power.
Maybe there are things that she has and Buffy doesn t. Maybe.
Maybe her strenght is more secluded but well guarded. She keeps her grounds.
And she s not afraid to get hurt by doing that.
«She ll turn out just grand.»-Spike was mumbling to himself.
He turns around.
She was exhausted. She could barely lift that bag of hers. Breathing heavily she was trying to keep up, stumbleing from time to time.
That was a pretty nasty slap for such a tiny girl.
She was about the same height as Buffy. Her black eyes weren t shining in the dark. As if she wasn t afraid to accept the darkness inside her, inside every slayer.
Raven hair.
But she was so tiny, inoscent and beautiful.
«What will the slaying issue do to her?»-he was wondering.
It was so strange to cope with this. She was a vampire slayer but she wasn t Buffy. A slayer that s not Buffy.
How could this be?
Memories ran him over like a big truck and a ten-vagon train just after that.
Buffy smiling, Buffy talking, slaying, beating the shit out of him, beating Glory s godish ass, saving Dawn and sacrifising herself for the world.
Xander and Anya are taking care of Dawn now. They said it was for the best. He couldn t even do that right. And he promised it to Buffy.
He broke the promise. And hated himself because of that.
And now he has a second chance!
He s very well not gonna bloody waste it. This slayer stays alive. For a very very long time. Till sodding old age.
There s nogthing he wouldn t do for Cassie. He would sacrifice himself if it would be needed. To make amends.
And to let thoose vivid nightmares go.
Not to curse him anymore in his sleep with words of hate.
He took the bag from Cassies hand.
«Thanks»-she said.
They keept on walking.
«Where are we going?»-she asks again.
«Not long now. We ll be there soon.
You re Cassie, right.»
«Yeah.»
«Is that short for Casandra?»
«Yes it is.»
«I knew a sweet girl named Casandra once….»-he abruptly shuts up. Caus if memory serves him right, he killed the Casandra that he knew. But maybe it s better to just be honest up until the full end. It s probably a better aproach.
So when Cassie asked what was that Casandra like, Spike answered that she was tasty. Very hot blood.
She looked him with a question in her eyes. She eventually spilled it out.
«But….aren t you suposed to be my watcher, a person who teaches me how to kill vampires and a person who should…..um…..not kill people?»
«Good question pet.»
He started to call her pet. didn t even notice. It was natural to him. To be close and personal with the slayer. He keeped on forgeting that Cassie isn t Buffy.
«The truth is that it s better that I teach you how to kill us caus I know the inside story. I know where does it hurts the most. Besides, I couldn t kill humans again even if I wanted to.
I ve got a chip in my head. Don t ask. A long story.
Besides, I m not t gonna be the only one who will train you. There s also Red.»
«Is that her real name?»
«No. Her name is Willow. But she has the red-riding hood thing going on on her hair so I call her Red. She s getting used to it.
I think it bothers her to be called Willow since Buffy died. They were best friends.»
Cassie tries to recall the people from her dream. One of them, a girl had red hair. Then Buffy must be the last slayer. The one before her.
She felt that she could ask him about it even if he sounded kinda harsh and tough.
«Is Buffy the slayer that died? The one that came after me?»
He looked her in suprise. He didn t know how could she know that.
«Yes, she is. Have you been told about her?»
«No. I had a dream about it.»
«About what?»-Spike got a little nervous. He didn t know what this means. Is there a real piece of Buffy in her?
«About what happened that time when she jumped of a tower. Into the tearing. I remember Willow…um….I mean Red. I saw how some people surounded her dead body.
One guy was holding a blond girl in his arms, she was hurt….»
«That would be Xander and Anya.»-he interupts her-«Keep going.»
«It s not very clear. But i think that I may remember you. I think that you re face was bloody and that you cried. Did you cry for her?»
«Yeah pet, yeah I did.
We re gonna have Red to look into that wicked head of yours.»
«You all loved her yery much, right? I could sence it.»
Spike looks at her.
«More than my bloody undead life.
Caus you know…..wwe re all a wreck without her.
She was the one that was keeping us all together. Without her………..
We ve just grown apart. We re not the people we once were.
It s all fucked up now.»
They came to an old sementary.
Spike went into a nearby crypt.
Cassie followed his way.