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The things we leave behind
Chapter thirteen-Never looking back
By Slaya
«But you treat me like a man.»
Spike
«You wanna feel a conection?
I see…I want…I take.
I forget.»
Faith
«Your life has been ruined. You can t sleep. Instead you wander the streets, making others pay.»
Holtz to Justine
Ats
«You can t just go bargin in there and expect a fair fight between them and you. It s gonna be hell on earth and more than literary.»
A young girl walked beside Cassie.
«Are you listening to me?!
You can t do that, you can t! It s not the right time yet, I m not ready yet, this will change everything. I m too young!»
«So was I too. So…..you re just gonna have to manage to dance on my grave. As you said.»
«I was telling the truth. I actually did that.»
«And how did you feel afterwards?»
«Better. Well….better than you by any chance.»
«You fucking bitch!»-Cassie smacks her. She didn t even bleed.
«Ha ha ha ha ha….
You think that you can hurt me? You re nogthing. From the time that I come from you ll just be the fool who dusted the only one who could help her right now, painted arows on her hands because of superstition, refused to question the now turned human demon about what s going on with Black and what they re expecting, you ll be the fool that let Willow, yeah, that was her name, Willow Rosenberg die, you ll be the one who will be a discrace to all!»
Cassie tried to ignore the girl. Walked straight forward away from her, never looked back.
«Question isn t how d I win. The question is…why d they lose?
Always ask the right questions slayer, always.»
Spikes harsh voice ran trough Cassies body when she turned to see him.
Before she could say anything….
«You re forgiven pet. we all know bloody well that I m a bad man. Sorry again luv.
Every day you wake up, it s the same bloody question that haunts you:
Is today the day I die?
Quite simple pet.
And all any of us really need is….one….good…day.
Make sure that the good day is your good day. Not theirs.»
«Those were the lessons that I had with him. He s right. Better listen up Cassie.»
«I will.»-she whispered.
«The point is: we all have a day to die…»
«We re all like clocks that tick and spring when we mangle with something and hurt artificialy and a slayer is just a killer who is trigered at some point and she has no other choice than to fight.»
«No luv.»
«Don t tell her. She ll understand alone when the time comes. I did.»
«And look what happen to you luv. You re dead.»
«She s not dead.»
«How can you say that when she is?»
«Well she s here.»
«So are you.»
»What was that suposed to mean?!»
«No Buffy…don t get upset.»
«You ll stop doing that this very second.»
«What did I bleeding do?»
«You don t say stupid things like that! Jesus! I should have kicked your ass more often.»
«I have to go.»
«Hit em from behind.»
«And take that new cute friend of yours.»
«You don t mean Lumie?»
«Yes I mean him.»
«Why?»
«Listen to her. He s a great help. If for nothing else…..»
There was a double meaning in here. Cassie couldn t read it apart.
«So…will you take him?»
«I ll think about it.»
«There s nogthing to think about.»
«How come?»
«Caus here he is.»-she points to a street nearby. Cassie could see Lumies shadow walking towards her. Buffy and Spiek were right.
She needed help.
And since Black punished him, Lumie is a great choice.
He surely has some venegance desires toward them.
«Wait up petit! Lumie s going on de ride.
Can t let you go bout it alone, can I now?»
«What do you know?»
«Bout Black? De ritual?»
«Yes.»
«Black isn t de one that you re lookin for. Dere s somebody abov him. Someone big.
I don t tink dat you should go cherie. Sometin in my gut tells me dat you re walking into a trap petit.»
«Sorry. I m going. What else can you tell me?»
«I can tell you dat I m goin too and dat you can leave Black to be, with me.»
«No way. I m the slayer, he s my responcobility.»
«Wat bout the one abov him? What bout him?»
«He too is my responcobility.»
«Casanda….you hav too much on your back.
You re too young for dat.»
«I can handle it.»
Lumie said nogthing more, he just turned around and slamed into a tree.
Cassie laughed her head off.
«Guess tings ar different wen human not demon.
Forgot de sence of it all.»
«You were once human?»
«Yeah. And i met de slayer. She was such a sweet littl cherie. She made Lumie change his ways.»
«What was her name?»
«Marie-Cristine Du Lac.»
«I know her.»
«You can t.»
«Yes I can.»
«But de…»
«Don t ask.»
«Okay.»
«So….is this a severe punishment of some sort?»
«To dem it is. But no to me. Humanity, to be mortal…I choose dat to be my prize.
But in deir eyes…..it was the worst punishement.
It is.»
«How come? Didn t you want it?»
«Oui. But I tink dat dey added sometin a bit extra to the mix. I have de powers dat I ve had only as a demon but my sences are rusty….or maybe it s just normal. Don t know. You tell me cherie.»
«What? The pain? Or not being able to feel safe as before.
Caus I can tell you this:
If I was to lose everything that I ve acomplished, my powers….I couldn t be able to breathe knowing that I m so weak, especially when there are so many things stronger, bader, more evil…I couldn t handle myself.
I would die. I can tell you that. I would die.»
«Don t you tink dat dose words ar a little bit harsh cherie?»
«No. They re completley right.»
«Fine den. As you say.»
«Why are you helping me?»
«I m human now, I already said that.»
«Yeah, but being human doesn t mean that you have to team up with the slayer.
You seeking revenge or something?»
«I wanted to be human for a long time petit. But dis….dis dat they ve done….dis is a insult. Dey thought dat Lumie won t be as strong as a human like a demon.
Dey wanted to kill me while I was weak.
Dey tried. And dey failed. So….I m gonna fuck up watever dey have in deir hands.»
«Good point.»
«Dat s where it is.»
«Where what is?»
«Are you really serious? Bout dis?»
«About stopin this thing? Yeah.»
«Completley sure? Caus when you get to dem der is no coming back.»
«I m aweare of that.»
«Good. You better be.»
«Why do you ask? This is my job, my life…this is what I am.»
«Yea, yea…for de whole month, right?»
«So? It doesn t matter for how long have I been active as a slayer. It s about how good I am.»
«You sure you re good cherie? Lumie don tink so.»
«Well I think so.»-Cassie almost growls at him. He was starting to get on her nerves. But still…help would be good. So she decided to keep him right here.
«In de deepest, darkest secrets of de caves, there lies a darkness. A darkness stronger den anything else on de earths, de heavens an all of de hells.
It s ancient, older den anything. Nogthing. Everything. You can never know wat it is.
It s a hunter. And it s hunting de prey.
And de prey is you cherie.»
«What are you talking about?»
«Consider dis like sometin dat could save your life.»
«Could?»
«It all depends on you cherie. Now we re gon find out how much of de good killer you truly are.»
The word rings in her ears as they were aproaching the cementary.
Killer.
To kill.
Killer.
To kill.
To slay.
Slaying.
Killing.
Killing.
Slaying.
Killing.
Slaying.
Are those words really the same in meaning. Is the protective shell of a different sound the only thing that makes them apart? Is it?
«Why you came to hush all of de sudden Cassie, de big brave slayer? De killer?»
It was like he knew that he struck a dangerous string.
«You should be more careful. You should not trust demons, even if dey are human now. Dey are still demon in soul. I thought it would work out…but no. No.»
«What da hell?!?»
«I m just sayin. De vision tings. Dey lie. Not all. But de ones dat made you come here. You re not a real slayer. You re a patetic image of one.»
A bump noise makes Casandra close her eyes. And it all went dark from that point.
«You ve taken my chair.
And the music hasn t stoped yet.»
Drusilla