e-mail: Slaya@rock.com
disclaimer: Nogthing is mine exepct Cassie. Get the picture?
NOTE: I m feeling at «the high» now.
My inspiration just blossomed after the last chapter.
Distribution: Definetly wanna know where it goes.
And also, it would be nice to ask.
The things we leave behind
Chapter eight: Not such a warm day after all
By Slaya
Deep relief has managed to get out of her with a loud sigh when the teacher didn t gave her an F caus of her general non-egzisting knowledge about the second world war.
«You have no respect for history, neither for the dead.»-the dull old lady said to her.
Cassie couldn t do anything (she could but….she has a secret identity to hold hush and hush). She just thought of some good things that would be graceful to do to the old hag.
«No respect for the dead, what da hell is she thinking?»
The dead are in her head for the whole night. She deserves to be left alone during the day.
The other kids were ignoring her as usual. «Selfish little asses of idiot pricks thinking they re «so cool», when they re jerks with false smiles and atitudes to just die of embarasment. Quaint.»
It all seemed normal in this strange and warm day. It all seems so invisible to the naked eye.
Only a slayer, a witch, a vampire, a demon or some other baddie or sort of a strange creature would sence everything hiding from behind of the glanced and perky clean surface.
Caus this was Sunnydale. The home of the always apealing tourist resourt, the HELLMOUTH.
The air became different. And everything seemed to change rapidly.
A new sound emerged from the halways of the school.
Cassie noticed them and recognized.
Someone was casting a spell.
Not a good one, some evil spell caused by hatred, jelauosy or maybe both.
If Red could be here, she would sniffed it out like a bloodhound.
«Bloody brightly bleeding redish red-riding hood witchie bloodhound.»-stood Spikes definition of Red s capability.
Never the less-something was wrong.
Cassie sneaked out of class to check it out.
Well….it wasn t sneaking out as it was ignoring the old hag who was screaming, «Where are you going?»
She stood in the hallway, closing her eyes. She s doing what Red taught her to do. She became one with the world, in her mind. Now she could feel everything wrong that was happening.
It came from a bathroom, she was sure of that, but didn t know wich one.
A cold feeling went over her. Now she could ear sounds that were almost human.
«What da hell is that?»
Kendra apeared behind her out of nowhere.
«How many times do I have to say: guard yi back.», then she whispers in Cassie s ear, «Be careful now, this is a big bite for you to chew.»
This was something new, slayers not apearing in dreams anymore, but in the middle of the day. To some people, this would mean that they ve gone completley mad and insane.
To Cassie it just meant that her back was guarded safely. They would never openly told her that, but they re watching out for her.
She took a deep breath as Kendra was gone. Cassie looked inside the nearest bathroom thru a crack in the doors edge.
It was one of the students.
How ironicly, the girl s name was Blair.
The air was thickening around her as she was saying words that sounded nasty to Cassies trained ear.
She wanted to jump inside and to stop her before she saw the necklace around the girls neck. It was a strange symbol. There were people around town with the same thing on their stupid little necks, not a lot of them but…. too many.
«It s here because of the ritual.»-Cassie figured out, her eyes widen of something that could be called fear. She didn t know who or what they were calling but it was something big.
She knew that this she couldn t face alone.
«I better just come back with Red. It s not like I can do anything now. Red could.»
As she was turning around, she caught a glimpse of a sharp knife. Blair was about to cut herself, the idiot full.
Now Cassie had to intervene.
And so she did. And she got her ass kicked from the thickening air around the girl. She was helpless while the girls blood raned down her cut hands and to the floor, all around the black star on the floor. It even got on Cassies clothes.
Helpless. A new feeling to experience as a slayer.
She thrown her bag on the floor and started runing out.
The doors in the yard were closed. The princibal aproached and said something really ridicolus, she wasn t paying atencione.
Climbed the wall and ran back as fast as she could to the house.
Some girl on the street looked a lot like Blair, Cassies sister Blair.
But she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Again.
The doors of the house were closed and locked. She left the key in her bag. Her bag was in school on that pile of blood.
«God, why does this always happen?!?»-she thought in panic.
A brick that was left laying outside became a helpfull tool to her as she broke the window glass caus no one was answering to her. She knew for a fact that Red must be home.
But at first sight there was nobody.
After a few moments Red came down wearing a pare of high boots and a coat. Under the coat she probably wore a short skirt or something.
Strange. She didn t like short skirts. «And why is she wearing the coat? Was she going somewhere?»
Her make-up was all messy and her hair not tied in a pony-tail or something like she always wore it. It was just spilled across her shoulders.
She looks at the window. «Are you just kinda more crazy than Buffy was?»
Then she came quiet. She just compared Cassie with Buffy.
For the first time like this. Out loud.
«I m sorry sweetie.»-she said, but didn t try to hug her or anything.
That was strange. For one moment Cassie forgot about the spell she just whitnesed and everything.
«Red.»
«Yeah?»
«Is there somebody up there?»
Red s face freezes in a mind-blowing blush and starts mumbleing about how she spent the day alone, all alone.
Cassie found it hard to believe especially since there was nogthing underneath that coat.
«I m not mad, why should I be. Who is it?»
«N…n..no..n..no one. No one. No!
It s….a…it s…stupid to think that I would, or….that…..he would….»
«He would what?»
«He would never be evil or something, so what if he doesn t have a……o my!»
«A soul?»
«I didn t say that.»
«I need your help.»
«Okay. I ll go get dressed.»
Red now felt kinda inferior to Cassie caus she felt like betraying her in a way.
Then Spike came down not being able to look at her in straight in the eyes.
«What can I do?»
«So that s why you were saying to me that I should go patroling on my own the last couple of days.»
«Now look here pet.»-he realised that he had nogthing to say or argument, even if it s a far end revolved lie. It all came off blank.
«I guess you can join me and Red when night falls.»
«Sure thing.»
«This is so great. I should catch them doing it more often from now on. They kinda lose credibility and give me the chance to boss them around a little bit.»
Then the thought of Blair back at the school washed her over.
And it all felt like cold ice in the sun.
«What was she doing?»
«What are you wondering bout, duck?»
«There s something big cooming this way.»
«It always is. Never small, mark my words.»
«What s wrong?»-Red asked while entering the room now fully dressed.
Cassie didn t have to give her a look twice.
Red closed her eyes only to open them full of tears that won t fall, with only one word on her mouth:
«Black.»