"So what your saying is, you don't know if you're a slayer?"
The 17-year-old nodded in response, long dark hair in tangles framed her face pulled into a messy half ponytail and highlighted with red ribbon. Buffy stood looking at this girl lounging on her couch next to Spike with concern.
"Tell me how you got here again." Buffy stated having lost her patience with the girl an hour ago.
"I was at a party in North Dakota, this old man pulls me aside and tells me I have to go to Sunnydale. I've been here once already, crap town, I mean you only have what one night club? Anyway, he tells me I'm special could mean the matter of life and death of the world and blah blah. Then this big black cloth thing jumps on him and I ran back to the party. The next few days the family fortuneteller says that it is my destiny to go to Sunnydale by myself and see you people. So here I am." The girl stated numbly as she pulled her CD player out of her baggy pants pocket.
"You've been her before."
"You just happen to have a fortuneteller in your family, pet?" Spike finally speaks addressing her. The girl looks at him vaguely appraising his attire and attitude.
"My family and I are wanderers." Looking down at the CD player and opening the lid to slid in a homemade CD jumbled with blue lettering on the front.
"Wanderers?" Buffy asks confused. Spike stretches as he stands up in front of the couch.
"Gypsies, luv." Startled Buffy looks down at the girl again. She had her earphones pulled over her head and had closed her eyes lost in the beat. Looking back to Spike, he questions her with his scared eyebrow.
"She'll stay here for the night, tomorrow I will see if Willow can do a spell to find out if she is a potential or not." Buffy's hand went to rest on her forehead, exhaustion finally caught her in her tracks. Spike gently pulled on her left forearm to guide her to the stairs. She looked up at him with the faintest thanks.
"Will you keep watch?" Spike nodded, he always did even when Buffy was the one on the look out. Taking to the stairs Buffy quietly left the room, leaving the new girl and Spike the only ones awake at such a late, uh excuse me early hour.
At 4:32 in the morning the girl had emerged herself in music. Sitting back down on his bed, the couch. (Recently he reminded Xander that he actually had an apartment to sleep at and didn't need to be taking up space at the Summer's residence.) With or without his vampire hearing, the loud music lyrics could be heard perfectly through the earphones. Without acknowledging the vampire's return to the couch the girl patted her side coat pockets, pulling out a small green notepad and a short dull pencil. Rewinding the track a bit, she flipped past pages of words to one specific page labeled "I want To walk you Home" With the top half of the page exposed to Spike's curiosity, he read the lyrics he was hearing in the song. Jotting down something further down on the page, the girl hummed with her eyes closed, pencil in hand, with head nodding slightly to the beat of the song.
"A song writer eh?" Spike thought to himself, listening to the singing voice of a woman unknown to him.
Breathe tonight
I want to breathe you in all night
A kiss could melt the stars from the sky
Where the moon is no match for your eyes....
He had been so lost in the music he didn't notice her eyes on him until she poked him in the leg. Spike opened his eyes angry he didn't get to hear the end of the song but then embarrassed when he saw her smirk. Pulling the earphones down to cradle on her shoulders she shut the CD player off.
"Did you like it?" She asked pleading for sincerity.
"Yea I liked it. Wrote that did you?"
"Mmmhmm. Recorded it before I got on the bus. I'm Charlie by the way." Extending her hand to him, Spike took it lightly.
"Spike." He said as he noticed Charlie didn't recoil at his cold touch. She grinned with perfect teeth.
"Spike? You've got to be kidding me."
"Hey, and you think I am buying that Charlie is your real name?" Spike friendly retorted finding himself smiling also.
"Nickname for Charleze. What's your excuse?"
"William." He muttered softly, she poked him in the stomach.
"What was that? William did I hear?" She laughed freely.
"Yea so what!"
"Down boy, William is a good name. Not like Buffy...ha what type of name is that?" Spike found himself grinning in the light of her making fun of his love.
"I really have no idea." The laughter died down after a snort of un-amusement heard from atop of the steps.
