*Author's Note:* So sad . . . no one reviews my story. Of course that
doesn't mean I'm going to stop posting it. I Never give up! *cue scary
maniacal laughter* I've written a lot of this so maaaaaaaaaaaany chapters
to go, and not about to just let it sit there unseen to the world.
The Same old Same old. I have no rights over anything. Don't own Buffy. If you thought that I did . . . well I wonder about your sanity. Only spoilers in this are for early season two. If you're reading fanfiction and you haven't seen season two. Well I'm just ashamed FOR you.
Chapter 3: School Hard Revisited
For the first time Amara met Buffy's mother that night, and found her to be incredibly nice, not unlike her own mother had been. Mrs. Summers was truly concerned about her daughter's performance in school and Amara had to admire that. Buffy's mother was a wonderful person and for a moment after meeting her Amara almost felt an unbearable need to start crying, images flashing through her head.
Xander put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. "You okay Mar?"
She wrinkled her nose and turned to grin at him, choosing to mask her feelings and what she knew about the future. "I absolutely hate that . . . " Xander tried to look offended but his usual smile ruined the effect and he shrugged. "You know, that's probably why I call you that. Do you REALLY think Buffy likes me to call her Buffster?" She giggled softly at that and shook her head. Trust Xander to be able to cheer someone up. There was no need to feel bad about Buffy's mom right now, she still had a few years, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Xander draped an arm around her shoulder and tried unsuccessfully to grin rakishly. "You know you look hot tonight Mar, nice tight black pants, go well with your gorgeous hazel eyes and auburn hair and those bangs you dyed red . . . " Amara snorted and pushed Xander off her, grinning at him as he whistled and winked.
"Please. How many other women have you hit on tonight.?" Xander went quiet and held out his hand, counting on his fingers. "Well . . . you, and Willow of course, and Buffy because she ALWAYS looks damn hot!" He shrugged, "Other then that no one else. I like to boost my friend's egos."
"Well then . . . how come you haven't told Giles that he looks hot tonight?" Amara almost burst out laughing at the utter horrified look on Xander's face and on his mock gagging noises.
It was then that they heard a few screams from behind them and Amara sighed already knowing exactly what it was. In particular, WHO it was. Xander narrowed his eyes at her, "You expected this . . . " He shook his finger at this and they both ran to find Buffy. They found her glaring at a group of vampires, led by the enigmatic Spike.
The blonde vampire had his game face on, and any sane person would have been revolted, but Amara couldn't help but feel shivers go up her spine. She knew what he looked like normally, and well . . . the vampire face wasn't that bad. "Xander go get Angel . . ." Amara said in a hushed voice to Xander, who immediately ducked out of the building, successfully managing to avoid the vampire henchmen that were prowling the hallways, growling at Amara and Buffy.
"Amara . . ." Buffy said in a tight, annoyed voice, not even glancing at her. "Could you go and make sure everyone's fine in the class room. I don't know where Willow is, but she can't really defend herself."
"It's okay Buffy." Amara smirked slightly, taking out a vampire that got a little too close to her. "I told you all those fighting sessions with Giles and you were going to pay off. See I can hold my own with these fledglings."
Buffy sighed and nodded at Amara, aware that her friend was a good fighter, but still worried about her mother and the others who couldn't take care of themselves. The two girls dealt with most of the mundane vampires, while Spike stood on the sidelines watching the Slayer carefully, ignoring the other girl completely. Only a slayer mattered, only a slayer's blood was special.
A movement off behind Spike drew Amara and Buffy's attention. They both watched as Angel came up to Spike, game face in place, and his hand tightened dangerously around Xander's throat. The human being baited as lunch looked near ready to drop dead from fright, but kept basically quiet. They watched as Angel tried to pretend that he was on Spike's side and that he was offering Xander to Spike as a meal. For a second it almost appeared that it would work but Spike growled and started to attack Angel, not buying his act. The dark haired vampire backed away, retreating with Xander to where Buffy and Amara stood.
"I can't believe you tried to USE me as a MEAL!" Xander huffed, obviously more then a little annoyed at being used by a guy he didn't like and without even his permission.
"Amara . . ." Buffy repeated her request, now having Spike's complete attention. Amara just shook her head and looked Spike up and down. "Don't worry Buffy . . . You forget I know what's going to happen here." She noticed a spark of interest come into Spike's eyes at her words and she regretted mentioning it out loud, especially when his yellow eyes connected with hers, but she didn't want to leave at the moment. "Everyone is safe."
Buffy glanced at her, a little worry crossing her features before she nodded, trusting Amara's word. Spike growled, getting annoyed that everyone in the room was ignoring him. He was the Big Bad after all, and that deserved a certain degree of respect. He launched himself at Buffy unexpectedly and they started to earnestly fight each other, trying to kill each other. Angel and Amara were occupied with the other vampires that had come in from the outside, not hard for him. Xander just stood off on the side, looking worriedly between the fights on either sides of him.
Just as Angel finished dusting the vampires, he turned to see what appeared to be Buffy loosing to Spike. It occurred to Amara that if the Slayer actually trained more, she would have beaten Spike, but that wasn't how things were supposed to go.
Just as Angel was about to go forward to help his love, Buffy's mother came up behind Spike unexpectedly and hit him over the head with an ax, knocking him out for the moment. Buffy jumped up and went to her mother's side and everyone had to hide a slight smile.
"You were supposed to stay in the class room!" Buffy said, not in anger but worry at what might have happened, or what her mother might have seen if she had come out earlier. Mrs. Summers just smiled at her daughter. "Well I'm a mother . . . You're my daughter, I was worried!" They both hugged and everyone in the room felt the bonding moment between the mother and the daughter.
Spike got up and mumbled something about bleeding axes and women and hurried off. No one could stop him because Buffy's mother was in the room, they couldn't very well dust him with her watching. To her she just thought Spike was a gang member on drugs.
Amara watched Spike run off and she sighed audibly, though the only one who heard her was Angel standing next to her. It occurred to her that even if Buffy's mother hadn't been there, neither of them would have let Buffy kill the blonde vampire. One for the effects it would have on the future, and the other because of the past bond he had with Spike. Amara has always had a sneaking suspicion that Angel felt responsible for having created Drusilla, who then created Spike. She decided it was definitely time to go and she wanted to sneak out. Of course Angel also had that idea, being uncomfortable around Buffy for too long, especially while she was with her mother. Amara raised an eyebrow at Angel and grinned at him outside the high school.
"So you expected all that tonight . . .?"Angel asked, though he already knew the answer. Amara nodded, not really in much of a mood to clarify that. "And I know you know about my relationship with Spike."
Now she grinned and stopped on her way home and looked at Angel. "Not the best relationship in the least. I know you wouldn't have let Buffy kill him tonight. I think in some ways you really feel responsible for that vampire." Angel kept quiet, and Amara already knew that was his agreement. He decided then to turn the tables on her.
"And you wouldn't have let her either . . . " Angel actually grinned for once and Amara actually thought he was enjoying what he was about to say. "And I don't think it was JUST because of any impact it would have on history . . . I think that you like that vampire."
Amara stared at the brooding vampire standing next to him, not sure whether she wanted to deny everything that he was saying and continue walking home not letting him in on what she felt. Or perhaps to admit that she DID feel an attraction to the vampire.
She instead chose to continue walking home, keeping quiet. Angel followed her silently. "Can I talk to you about something Amara . . . ?" Angel caught up with her, walking next to her until she got to her apartment. She opened the door and nodded at him, gesturing for him to come in, even though he had an invitation that would last forever.
He sat at her kitchen table as she got him a coffee mug full of blood and stuck it into the microwave, heating it up quickly before handing it to Angel. It still amazed him that she actually got blood just to be polite to guests. He hoped that he was the only vampire that came here, since there wasn't another vampire that he actually trusted around humans. He sipped at the warm pig's blood, ignoring his instinctive revulsion over animal's blood. Amara sat down across from him, a can of mountain dew in her hand. She couldn't stand coffee, so the yellow soda was her only means of caffeine for when she was going to be up late.
"I know you know everything that is going to happen in the future . . ." Angel started, pausing, trying to think of what to say next. Amara looked up at him and sighed. "You're not going to try and make me tell you the future are you Angel . . . ? I thought you knew better." The vampire just shook his head and sipped his blood.
"No. I know you won't, I just want to ask you a question. In your dream . . . Were you involved at all in the dream?"
Amara blinked and shook her head, not expecting a question like that. "No, I saw things, I was never in the dream. I didn't exist in it."
"Well then, let me warn you about something. Stay away from Spike. He's my grand childe and I feel a connection to him, he's evil. VERY evil." Angel sighed and finished his blood, he felt bad for the millionth time about the nature of Spike.
Once again Amara blinked surprised, she grinned at Angel and shook her head. "Honestly Angel! I'm not thinking of DOING anything with Spike." She decided not to lie to the vampire across from her who had become a good friend of hers. "I'll admit, I DO find him attractive, but I'm sure a lot of girls do. And yes I've had my . . . Fantasies since I had that dream two years ago . . . " Amara paused and finished her soda, shaking off the compulsive need to blush. "That's it though. I KNOW he is evil. Remember . . . Future girl here . . . but I also know that things have a way of changing into things you don't expect. I will be nice to Spike; I won't stake him or hurt him. All because I know the future." And because I do like him, Amara added mentally.
"Are you trying to say Spike is going to change from being evil, get cursed with his soul back?" Angel asked incredulously.
If that question had been worded differently, Amara would have felt bad having to lie to Angel. "No he'll NEVER get a curse to get his soul back, that I know of at least Angel, but let's just say I pity him for his future and I'm not one to kill people or hate. You know that by now about me."
Angel nodded, feeling a little disappointed that Spike wouldn't get his soul back. He understood Amara though; ever since he had known her he had discovered she had an unbelievable dislike for killing. She only killed demons and vampires that truly deserved death, so there had to be something about Spike that was redeemable.
As if sensing his thoughts, Amara continued. "And anyway, he can't be completely evil. He really loves Drusilla completely, and as far as I know most vampires aren't capable of that. It's remarkable that he can, without even having a soul." The brooding vampire nodded, acquiescing to Amara's thoughts. He had to admit that he had wondered about that as well.
"Don't worry about it anymore Angel . . . There's nothing you can do to change the future." She patted his hand, "Nor can I for that matter . . . Even if I really want to at times . . . " She grimaced and looked away, feeling guilty for all the truly terrible things she knew were in store for ALL of her friends. It was so unfair that such good people, who did such wonderful things for the world, could be repaid with such pain.
Angel noticed the depression crossing Amara's face and got up crossing to where she sat and hugged her, if a little awkwardly. He really wasn't much of a sentimental guy, but the thought was there and she hugged him back with enough feeling for the two of them.
"Angel . . . In the future . . . Just remember that I'm sorry I couldn't change things . . ." She pulled away and sighed. "I have this feeling that no one will want to be my friend once they realize I could have stopped so much from happening."
Shaking his head, his face bearing an unusually genuine smile. "No I don't think that'll happen. They are your friends. And for all you know, even if you tried to stop something it COULD just still happen, just in a different way."
That had never really occurred to her, but it stood to reason that if fate truly wanted something to happen then it would find some way of making it so, whether or not Amara stepped in to stop it. Then all that might happen is that the rest of the future would get so screwed up she wouldn't be of ANY good at all. Angel was right, it was better to help out a little, feel bad for the future, but allow it to happen so she could continue to help out.
Standing up, Angel's face once again held no sign of happiness. The future was something he didn't particularly want to think about since his past had been so bad, all he expected for his future was pain to make up for all that he caused. There was no denying the fact that Angel WOULD go through considerable pain in the future, but certainly not as much as he undoubtedly expected. His future was a little less certain to her then Buffy's . . . but she knew he would have his moments of happiness right alongside his misery.
"I had better go and maybe do some patrolling . . . I don't think Buffy will since she'll be with her mother most likely . . . and while I don't expect Spike to be out and about, not after being beaten by a human woman who thought he was a common criminal . . . But just for something to do until morning." Leaning down Angel gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to reassure her. He had become one of her closest friends, like an elder brother she had never had. "Just remember . . . Don't let Spike in . . . "
From the way Angel said that last remark, Amara had to wonder whether he was just referring to letting Spike into her apartment. After all there was no chance of her letting him anywhere ELSE, she had far too much sense for that. Too bad for Angel she couldn't listen to the advice. She would be as much of a friend to Spike as she could, after all she knew just as much about his past and future as anyone else, and he was in for pain as well. But that of course didn't mean she was going to trust him . . . Not in the immediate future at any rate.
Leaving quietly as he always did, Amara locked the door after Angel, checking the rest of the apartment as she always did before she went to bed. In the Hellmouth it was good to be careful, in fact it should have been advised to every person who moved there. Though in all likelihood most people moving there probably weren't the kind who needed to be cautious . . . they were likely to cause the trouble.
Luckily Amara had managed to finish her homework before the Parent's Night, even if she knew she had done it very ill indeed. Tired out from the night's events and the emotional turmoil from going over the events of the future once again, Amara immediately went to bed, dreading over what she knew as coming. Strangely enough no dreams came that night.
The Same old Same old. I have no rights over anything. Don't own Buffy. If you thought that I did . . . well I wonder about your sanity. Only spoilers in this are for early season two. If you're reading fanfiction and you haven't seen season two. Well I'm just ashamed FOR you.
Chapter 3: School Hard Revisited
For the first time Amara met Buffy's mother that night, and found her to be incredibly nice, not unlike her own mother had been. Mrs. Summers was truly concerned about her daughter's performance in school and Amara had to admire that. Buffy's mother was a wonderful person and for a moment after meeting her Amara almost felt an unbearable need to start crying, images flashing through her head.
Xander put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. "You okay Mar?"
She wrinkled her nose and turned to grin at him, choosing to mask her feelings and what she knew about the future. "I absolutely hate that . . . " Xander tried to look offended but his usual smile ruined the effect and he shrugged. "You know, that's probably why I call you that. Do you REALLY think Buffy likes me to call her Buffster?" She giggled softly at that and shook her head. Trust Xander to be able to cheer someone up. There was no need to feel bad about Buffy's mom right now, she still had a few years, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Xander draped an arm around her shoulder and tried unsuccessfully to grin rakishly. "You know you look hot tonight Mar, nice tight black pants, go well with your gorgeous hazel eyes and auburn hair and those bangs you dyed red . . . " Amara snorted and pushed Xander off her, grinning at him as he whistled and winked.
"Please. How many other women have you hit on tonight.?" Xander went quiet and held out his hand, counting on his fingers. "Well . . . you, and Willow of course, and Buffy because she ALWAYS looks damn hot!" He shrugged, "Other then that no one else. I like to boost my friend's egos."
"Well then . . . how come you haven't told Giles that he looks hot tonight?" Amara almost burst out laughing at the utter horrified look on Xander's face and on his mock gagging noises.
It was then that they heard a few screams from behind them and Amara sighed already knowing exactly what it was. In particular, WHO it was. Xander narrowed his eyes at her, "You expected this . . . " He shook his finger at this and they both ran to find Buffy. They found her glaring at a group of vampires, led by the enigmatic Spike.
The blonde vampire had his game face on, and any sane person would have been revolted, but Amara couldn't help but feel shivers go up her spine. She knew what he looked like normally, and well . . . the vampire face wasn't that bad. "Xander go get Angel . . ." Amara said in a hushed voice to Xander, who immediately ducked out of the building, successfully managing to avoid the vampire henchmen that were prowling the hallways, growling at Amara and Buffy.
"Amara . . ." Buffy said in a tight, annoyed voice, not even glancing at her. "Could you go and make sure everyone's fine in the class room. I don't know where Willow is, but she can't really defend herself."
"It's okay Buffy." Amara smirked slightly, taking out a vampire that got a little too close to her. "I told you all those fighting sessions with Giles and you were going to pay off. See I can hold my own with these fledglings."
Buffy sighed and nodded at Amara, aware that her friend was a good fighter, but still worried about her mother and the others who couldn't take care of themselves. The two girls dealt with most of the mundane vampires, while Spike stood on the sidelines watching the Slayer carefully, ignoring the other girl completely. Only a slayer mattered, only a slayer's blood was special.
A movement off behind Spike drew Amara and Buffy's attention. They both watched as Angel came up to Spike, game face in place, and his hand tightened dangerously around Xander's throat. The human being baited as lunch looked near ready to drop dead from fright, but kept basically quiet. They watched as Angel tried to pretend that he was on Spike's side and that he was offering Xander to Spike as a meal. For a second it almost appeared that it would work but Spike growled and started to attack Angel, not buying his act. The dark haired vampire backed away, retreating with Xander to where Buffy and Amara stood.
"I can't believe you tried to USE me as a MEAL!" Xander huffed, obviously more then a little annoyed at being used by a guy he didn't like and without even his permission.
"Amara . . ." Buffy repeated her request, now having Spike's complete attention. Amara just shook her head and looked Spike up and down. "Don't worry Buffy . . . You forget I know what's going to happen here." She noticed a spark of interest come into Spike's eyes at her words and she regretted mentioning it out loud, especially when his yellow eyes connected with hers, but she didn't want to leave at the moment. "Everyone is safe."
Buffy glanced at her, a little worry crossing her features before she nodded, trusting Amara's word. Spike growled, getting annoyed that everyone in the room was ignoring him. He was the Big Bad after all, and that deserved a certain degree of respect. He launched himself at Buffy unexpectedly and they started to earnestly fight each other, trying to kill each other. Angel and Amara were occupied with the other vampires that had come in from the outside, not hard for him. Xander just stood off on the side, looking worriedly between the fights on either sides of him.
Just as Angel finished dusting the vampires, he turned to see what appeared to be Buffy loosing to Spike. It occurred to Amara that if the Slayer actually trained more, she would have beaten Spike, but that wasn't how things were supposed to go.
Just as Angel was about to go forward to help his love, Buffy's mother came up behind Spike unexpectedly and hit him over the head with an ax, knocking him out for the moment. Buffy jumped up and went to her mother's side and everyone had to hide a slight smile.
"You were supposed to stay in the class room!" Buffy said, not in anger but worry at what might have happened, or what her mother might have seen if she had come out earlier. Mrs. Summers just smiled at her daughter. "Well I'm a mother . . . You're my daughter, I was worried!" They both hugged and everyone in the room felt the bonding moment between the mother and the daughter.
Spike got up and mumbled something about bleeding axes and women and hurried off. No one could stop him because Buffy's mother was in the room, they couldn't very well dust him with her watching. To her she just thought Spike was a gang member on drugs.
Amara watched Spike run off and she sighed audibly, though the only one who heard her was Angel standing next to her. It occurred to her that even if Buffy's mother hadn't been there, neither of them would have let Buffy kill the blonde vampire. One for the effects it would have on the future, and the other because of the past bond he had with Spike. Amara has always had a sneaking suspicion that Angel felt responsible for having created Drusilla, who then created Spike. She decided it was definitely time to go and she wanted to sneak out. Of course Angel also had that idea, being uncomfortable around Buffy for too long, especially while she was with her mother. Amara raised an eyebrow at Angel and grinned at him outside the high school.
"So you expected all that tonight . . .?"Angel asked, though he already knew the answer. Amara nodded, not really in much of a mood to clarify that. "And I know you know about my relationship with Spike."
Now she grinned and stopped on her way home and looked at Angel. "Not the best relationship in the least. I know you wouldn't have let Buffy kill him tonight. I think in some ways you really feel responsible for that vampire." Angel kept quiet, and Amara already knew that was his agreement. He decided then to turn the tables on her.
"And you wouldn't have let her either . . . " Angel actually grinned for once and Amara actually thought he was enjoying what he was about to say. "And I don't think it was JUST because of any impact it would have on history . . . I think that you like that vampire."
Amara stared at the brooding vampire standing next to him, not sure whether she wanted to deny everything that he was saying and continue walking home not letting him in on what she felt. Or perhaps to admit that she DID feel an attraction to the vampire.
She instead chose to continue walking home, keeping quiet. Angel followed her silently. "Can I talk to you about something Amara . . . ?" Angel caught up with her, walking next to her until she got to her apartment. She opened the door and nodded at him, gesturing for him to come in, even though he had an invitation that would last forever.
He sat at her kitchen table as she got him a coffee mug full of blood and stuck it into the microwave, heating it up quickly before handing it to Angel. It still amazed him that she actually got blood just to be polite to guests. He hoped that he was the only vampire that came here, since there wasn't another vampire that he actually trusted around humans. He sipped at the warm pig's blood, ignoring his instinctive revulsion over animal's blood. Amara sat down across from him, a can of mountain dew in her hand. She couldn't stand coffee, so the yellow soda was her only means of caffeine for when she was going to be up late.
"I know you know everything that is going to happen in the future . . ." Angel started, pausing, trying to think of what to say next. Amara looked up at him and sighed. "You're not going to try and make me tell you the future are you Angel . . . ? I thought you knew better." The vampire just shook his head and sipped his blood.
"No. I know you won't, I just want to ask you a question. In your dream . . . Were you involved at all in the dream?"
Amara blinked and shook her head, not expecting a question like that. "No, I saw things, I was never in the dream. I didn't exist in it."
"Well then, let me warn you about something. Stay away from Spike. He's my grand childe and I feel a connection to him, he's evil. VERY evil." Angel sighed and finished his blood, he felt bad for the millionth time about the nature of Spike.
Once again Amara blinked surprised, she grinned at Angel and shook her head. "Honestly Angel! I'm not thinking of DOING anything with Spike." She decided not to lie to the vampire across from her who had become a good friend of hers. "I'll admit, I DO find him attractive, but I'm sure a lot of girls do. And yes I've had my . . . Fantasies since I had that dream two years ago . . . " Amara paused and finished her soda, shaking off the compulsive need to blush. "That's it though. I KNOW he is evil. Remember . . . Future girl here . . . but I also know that things have a way of changing into things you don't expect. I will be nice to Spike; I won't stake him or hurt him. All because I know the future." And because I do like him, Amara added mentally.
"Are you trying to say Spike is going to change from being evil, get cursed with his soul back?" Angel asked incredulously.
If that question had been worded differently, Amara would have felt bad having to lie to Angel. "No he'll NEVER get a curse to get his soul back, that I know of at least Angel, but let's just say I pity him for his future and I'm not one to kill people or hate. You know that by now about me."
Angel nodded, feeling a little disappointed that Spike wouldn't get his soul back. He understood Amara though; ever since he had known her he had discovered she had an unbelievable dislike for killing. She only killed demons and vampires that truly deserved death, so there had to be something about Spike that was redeemable.
As if sensing his thoughts, Amara continued. "And anyway, he can't be completely evil. He really loves Drusilla completely, and as far as I know most vampires aren't capable of that. It's remarkable that he can, without even having a soul." The brooding vampire nodded, acquiescing to Amara's thoughts. He had to admit that he had wondered about that as well.
"Don't worry about it anymore Angel . . . There's nothing you can do to change the future." She patted his hand, "Nor can I for that matter . . . Even if I really want to at times . . . " She grimaced and looked away, feeling guilty for all the truly terrible things she knew were in store for ALL of her friends. It was so unfair that such good people, who did such wonderful things for the world, could be repaid with such pain.
Angel noticed the depression crossing Amara's face and got up crossing to where she sat and hugged her, if a little awkwardly. He really wasn't much of a sentimental guy, but the thought was there and she hugged him back with enough feeling for the two of them.
"Angel . . . In the future . . . Just remember that I'm sorry I couldn't change things . . ." She pulled away and sighed. "I have this feeling that no one will want to be my friend once they realize I could have stopped so much from happening."
Shaking his head, his face bearing an unusually genuine smile. "No I don't think that'll happen. They are your friends. And for all you know, even if you tried to stop something it COULD just still happen, just in a different way."
That had never really occurred to her, but it stood to reason that if fate truly wanted something to happen then it would find some way of making it so, whether or not Amara stepped in to stop it. Then all that might happen is that the rest of the future would get so screwed up she wouldn't be of ANY good at all. Angel was right, it was better to help out a little, feel bad for the future, but allow it to happen so she could continue to help out.
Standing up, Angel's face once again held no sign of happiness. The future was something he didn't particularly want to think about since his past had been so bad, all he expected for his future was pain to make up for all that he caused. There was no denying the fact that Angel WOULD go through considerable pain in the future, but certainly not as much as he undoubtedly expected. His future was a little less certain to her then Buffy's . . . but she knew he would have his moments of happiness right alongside his misery.
"I had better go and maybe do some patrolling . . . I don't think Buffy will since she'll be with her mother most likely . . . and while I don't expect Spike to be out and about, not after being beaten by a human woman who thought he was a common criminal . . . But just for something to do until morning." Leaning down Angel gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to reassure her. He had become one of her closest friends, like an elder brother she had never had. "Just remember . . . Don't let Spike in . . . "
From the way Angel said that last remark, Amara had to wonder whether he was just referring to letting Spike into her apartment. After all there was no chance of her letting him anywhere ELSE, she had far too much sense for that. Too bad for Angel she couldn't listen to the advice. She would be as much of a friend to Spike as she could, after all she knew just as much about his past and future as anyone else, and he was in for pain as well. But that of course didn't mean she was going to trust him . . . Not in the immediate future at any rate.
Leaving quietly as he always did, Amara locked the door after Angel, checking the rest of the apartment as she always did before she went to bed. In the Hellmouth it was good to be careful, in fact it should have been advised to every person who moved there. Though in all likelihood most people moving there probably weren't the kind who needed to be cautious . . . they were likely to cause the trouble.
Luckily Amara had managed to finish her homework before the Parent's Night, even if she knew she had done it very ill indeed. Tired out from the night's events and the emotional turmoil from going over the events of the future once again, Amara immediately went to bed, dreading over what she knew as coming. Strangely enough no dreams came that night.