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The things we leave behind
Chapter six-A good one
By Slaya
«She s really got the toughness in her. And just after a few weeks of training.»-Spike was talking to himself. A glitter in his eye.
Not a tear, not by any chance.
Just a happy little glitter.
Caus Cassie was here to stay.
He was enjoying his coup a blood while sitting in his chair at his crypt watching a late night rerun of «Passions».
«That old bloody witch person.»-he grined to himself-«Why doesn t she leave the poor Timmy bloke alone?»
his shirt was full of vampire dust.
Cassie was really geting better and better.
It started off kinda slow, but she grew strong. And learned how to do spells, the little ones.
Red is her guide for that mather.
For the staking and the fighting there s Spikey-boy.
Tonight she really took him by suprise. She staked four vamps on her own. And not just that. It s something in that drive that she has.
The drive to kill or be killed.
The drive to walk along the edge all the time, taking chances but never falling down.
His doors open. Leaving no one behind. Just another shadow.
Everyone here were walking in shadows.
They ve grown coustume to it. Just to keep their blood inside the body and not outside.
«Hey Red.»-Spike said without turning around.
«Wow. Really godda work on my sneakin up tacticks.»
«Na, it s just fine. The perfume is what got me on the «witch entering my crypt» thing.»
«Ah.»-she sounded like suprised but really she was kinda down for the perfume that she missed in thinking about how could she sneak up on Spike.
It wasn t anything important, but she wanted to know how to do that. The sneaking up thing.
«So….how did she do tonight?»
«Bloody well fine.»-Spike replied with a strange glare while turning off the tube-«She s been holding her ground, didn t need an didn t ask for help.
It s pretty safe to let her of her leash for awhile.
Not too much….but try not to make her read all thoose books.»
Willow looked kinda outraged.
«Not to read books! Thoose books are saving her life for the godesses sake!»
«I didn t mean it like that. Now don t get me wrong duck…»
«O I got you quite right.»
«Look…..»-he stoped to take a deep breath-«Sorry Red.
Where is she now.»
«I left her at home in bed. But she sneaked out, wanted to slay some more.
I pretended not to notice it.»
«What if anything goes a little bit wrong.»
«It won t. I casted a spell.»
«Fine then duck. You shouldn t use magic for all of your problems, you re giving the little slayer niblet a wrong example.»
«Yeah, I know.»
«God, really need some action, need some action, really need action.»-she was mumbleing while shaking from the cold of the night.
She didn t know what was she doing. Sneaked out of the house to patrol without Red or Spike for the first bloody time.
And she just used the b-nancy-boy word.
«Probably turning into a nancy-girl.»
She stops. Felt something there, some strange tingle in the back of her neck, like she s being watched.
Keeps on walking. Passes by the street where her observer was, so she presumed.
She wasn t afraid of puting matters into her own hands. Not anymore.
Especially when she knew that Red casted a protectiion spell on her. Yeah, she knew that.
Used the oportunity to go clubin at the Bronze once in a while, not just patroling.
But….the patroling was a worthy chalenge too. It made her blood all warm and hyper.
Never before could she feel something like that.
She walked into the street and put her hand in the dark curtain of night. And pulled out a cold body of……
A person!
A person she nearly staked.
She could hardly control herself. It was pure instinct. No thinking about much anymore.
And that pale person wasn t just an ordinary person.
It was a guy from the Sunnyhell High school.
A guy that Cassie liked.
«Wonder if the other slayers ever had problems like this?»-she wondered.
«Soooo…..»-the guy looked at the stake in her hand.
She wasn t realising that until she just woke up from the schok of almost putting the woden body of it into his heart.
She put it away.
«So….what were you doing?»
«Well…..I was noticing a girl walking in the middle of a dark and dangerous street all alone.
A girl who s really taking the self-defence clases way too seriously.
What a hell did you think while pointing that thing on me?!»
«Well…I…I kinda…I was kinda scared. And just acted on my reflecs. Sorry.»
He laughs.
This makes Cassie feel uncomfortable.
But he was laughing to the fact that she just pulled that stunt.
«There ain t lot of em like you, right?»
«Last time I counted, no.»
He had the sweetest smile. She could drown in it.
Then she notices someone getting out of the street thru a back way out of a chinese restoran.
She put two and two together.
Started walking forward.
«Did you hear that sound?»
«What sound?»
«The sound of trying to open and close the doors without making a sound. Did you hear it?»
«I don t think so.»-he started to follow.
Then stepped in front of her and huged her with his strong arms.
«You re a special little cookie, you know that?»
That was too much flatering for Cassies taste.
She took her stake out. He didn t even felt it.
Before he even realised the situacion, he turned to dust.
She staked him.
«God, I m good.»-were the words that came from her mouth.
Went in the restorant. A funny looking girl with fake blond hair looked at her and turned her face into an expresion that looked kinda like saying «o shit, I m fucked now».
She tried to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Cassie folowed her. Soon they were outside.
The skanky looking girl was a vamp. A vamp that Max back there was protecting.
«Wonder why?»-Cassie jelaously asked herself-«That little skank I m looking at couldn t sire someone even if she got someone to help her with it.»
The figt was embarasingly short.
«What fight? This doesn t even count. A little scracth!»
Before she staked the vamp, she became quorious when she mentioned something about Buffy. Cassie tuned in.
«What do you know about Buffy?»
«What are you gonna give me if I talk?»
«Your undead freakin life!»-Cassie said while pushing the stake in her heart. She could imagine how it must hae been painful.
«Okay, okay. Just get cool a bit….and olive green…»-she noged her head to the slayers shirt-«…is totally so NOT your color.»
«What da hell are you jackering about? Tell me what I won t or..»
«Okay! Chees, loosin up. My name is Harmony but people tend to call me Harm…»
«Such a good name for her.»-Cassie thought.
«…And I knew Buffy. Before she died. I survived her, you know.»
«Aha, so what can you tell me about her?»
«Well her stile-not so fashion like. And popularity-the bottom. Like complete bottom if you know what I m saying. She wasn t good enough. Not for me.
She could never kill me…..»
Harmony kept on talking and then she turned to dust.
«Now she was a boring little vamp. Better than Buffy. Ha! Who does she think she is?»
It s five in the morning.
In exactly two hours Cassie needs to teare her tired eyes awake and go to school, act out a normal life. And try to look like she s sorry for Max disapearing and all.
He was a vamp. A souless vamp. She wasn t sorry bout it at all.
But she got to be sorry in two days when she visited his mother with the rest of her classmates. She was sorry when she saw her tears, her light-off eyes full of hope that was all in vain. He won t come back. Ever.
He won t be alive. Never.
But above all she stood her ground.
Never stoped doing that. No one could dare to tell her that she was wrong.
«Yep! She s a good one alright. Remindes me of….of….»
«Buffy?»
«No. Not Buffy. Not anymore.
She reminds me of a cold rock. With a heart burried deep inside.»