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Chapter 4: Spike
Crawling back to his hideout, licking his wounds, and trying to salvage whatever else was left of his pride, Spike went over everything that had happened that night. Many of Spike's followers thought he was just a Billy Idol wannabe, with his black leather and the platinum blonde hair, most of them had been changed in the 80s and had been stuck there since their changing, most without much intelligence either. Opposed to what they thought though, he wasn't a wannabe of any kind, after all he had been around a good deal before there was even a gleam in this Billy's parent's eyes. Just as his grandsire had probably inspired the phrase 'Tall, Dark and Handsome', Spike had probably originated his look.
Aside from his looks though, Spike was actually quite intelligent, at least he was when he wasn't getting too worked up about a fight, or how to make his beautiful, head case Drusilla happy. More often then not his temper would get in the way of his perfect plans, not that he himself would admit to that. As far as he was concerned it was only a matter of time before he got this slayer, and added her to his accumulating scorecard of dead slayers.
The slayer herself wasn't what had interested him tonight, not even the fact that she seemed to have his grand sire wrapped around her little finger. It had instead been the girl who has stood so confidently next to her, making the absolutely inane statement that she knew what was going to happen. What had she meant by that? Did the little bint of a slayer have a witch on her side that could foresee the future? That would certainly be a hindrance to all his plans . . . or it could help him considerably if he could get his hands of the little witch. He would have to be careful about how he went about it though, keeping as much from Drusilla that he could. She was herself a bit in touch with the future; except her mind was so confused she was never much help. She could certainly be jealous enough if she thought he was trying to find someone else. Not that he was . . . He was more then in love with her.
At that moment Drusilla came over to Spike, running her nails down the side of his face, smiling that smile that always reminded him that she was as insane as a bird who thought it could swim, and just as fatalistic was his little bird, always trying to swim. She needed to leave that up to sharks like him.
"My pet . . . Didn't succeed did you . . . " She said that more as a statement then a question. Her eyes already drifting past him to look at something she only saw. He kissed her cheek and dropped into a chair, slouching as he planned what he was going to do next.
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Heading back from school, Amara had a bad feeling. According to her dream it was almost time for the Angelus incident to occur, and as much as she loved Angel like a brother, she was worried about the fact that while he was Angelus he would have free reign into her apartment, but she couldn't take back what she had already offered, and she didn't think she would have wanted to at any rate. If it had been possible to take back the offer of entrance, it would have hurt Angel a lot to deny him what little friendship and trust she could give him.
Looking around her at the already emptying streets, Amara had to smile at the fact that only she and her close friends would consider leaving school this late in the day to actually be leaving early. Most nights lately they would spend most of the afternoon, into the night, at the library figuring out what to do about the place they lived, the Hellmouth.
Only after a while did she come to realize, as she was coming up to her apartment that there was someone behind her. Just as she walked up to her door she felt the person behind her, the smell of liquor, blood, smoke, and another scent she couldn't name, it came to her who exactly was behind her and she couldn't help the involuntary shiver that passed down her spine. She stopped with her door open and turned to look into Spike's eyes.
She was amazed inside at how calm she was taking being a foot away from him. At that moment in time he didn't have his game face on and she could see his flawless features up close, smelling what she had no doubt she would always remember to be his scent. She swallowed a little shakily and smiled at him before stepping back confidently across the threshold of her apartment. He wasn't able to enter without her permission. If she decided to give it . . . She had no doubt Angel would eye her angrily if he knew even the idea of letting Spike enter had crossed her mind. Hell she didn't doubt that he'd probably drop that nothing gets to me façade he had going and would yell at her for even thinking it.
"I was wondering when you'd decide to come visit me William . . . " Amara grinned at the sudden look of unease pass over Spike's features, and go just as quickly as he replaced it with a knowing smirk. She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. "Ever since that night at the school when you heard me mention knowing what was going to happen. I should really have kept quiet . . . " She murmured to herself. This hadn't been part of her dream, but then again in her dream she hadn't existed so some things were certain to change . . . just as long as she didn't change the overall outcome. "Your grandsire has warned me more then a few times about you . . . but I didn't really need them now did I? I know more then enough about you . . . " She grinned suddenly feeling an urge to tease him. "Write any more poetry Will . . .?"
Spike growled and started forward only to be held back by the invisible barrier covering her doorway and her entire apartment. She had no right to know anything about his past, about what he had been. Not when he had a reputation to hold up. His past self really didn't help his big bad image any. He snarled and stood up straight, putting on his game face, hoping to remind the girl whom she was dealing with.
Sighing, Amara stood up as well. "So back to the Big Bad are we . . . Of course Spike, we'll keep this on normal terms." She frowned at the fact that once again, even with his game face on she was still attracted to the man. This was no time for that.
"I assume you know why I'm here, since you seem to know the outcome of everything." He smirked again, which looked slightly disconcerting since it just bared his pointed teeth.
Annoyed with his superior attitude, in a way that was entirely too personal, Amara has an urge to just slam the door in the vampire's face, or at least mock his definite likeness to Billy Idol. That would wipe that smirk of his face . . . She had no doubt that would piss him off more. She smirked right back at him, not scared of him in the least, which only seemed to anger him more.
"I assumed why you were here actually. I didn't KNOW why . . . I'm not a diviner or a witch. I don't know the future the way you seem to think I do. I don't choose to see the future. I just know it." She put up a hand when he opened his mouth to say something, shaking her head. "Don't speak until I explain this. I had a dream a long time ago . . . Long before you came to Sunnydale. In it I saw the future of Buffy and her friends. I know only what that dream showed me. Since that once I haven't had any more dreams, nor have I shown any other traits or knowledge that is less then a normal human." Narrowing her eyes at him when he tried to speak again, she went on. "I don't think you should even try to get me to tell you what is going to happen. It won't help you at all. You wouldn't even LIKE what I would tell you. I will not change the future, not for you or anyone." She sighed and closed her eyes tiredly, the weight of the future pushing down invisibly onto her shoulders. "I can't help the future . . . "
Spike frowned, and let his game face slip off. He eyed the young girl strangely. There was something otherworldly about her, just as there was about his Drusilla, except that she was a little far more lucid then she. He couldn't reach her since she was safely in her home, but he glared at her with her eyes shut. She couldn't help the future? Well when she least expected it he would make it so she helped him.
Opening her eyes and pinning him with a look she smiled slightly. "I'm going to tell you something. I'm not going to hurt you." She looked mildly annoyed at the look of incredulity that passed before a knowing smirk was placed on his lips. He no doubt was thinking about the fact that he would be the one doing all the hurt. "I won't let anyone hurt you either." She was pleased at the fact that seemed to throw him off a bit. "You actually are important to the future, and I don't hate you . . . even though I know all the evil you did . . . and will do." For all that she hated the future, she couldn't really bring herself to hate him even though what he was going to do should have, he was going to put her friends in danger. "I fear I'll have to protect you from Buffy at times . . . " She sighed. "Oh well . . . I suppose we should talk . . . " Stepping back from the door she narrowed her eyes at Spike. "Come in Spike . . . I'll trust you . . . "
More then slightly taken aback by the invitation, Spike stood there blinking at her, wondering what the twist to this was. There had to be some devious action involved . . . No one invited a vampire into their home of their own free will. Stepping across the threshold carefully Spike eyed her, waiting for some strange spell to start, for the Slayer to jump out and stake him. When nothing happened immediately he growled and gripped Amara's throat, pushing her up against the wall of her hallway, his game face back on, grinning at her for her foolishness.
"A mistake to trust me. Even if you think you know the future." Spike grinned and started to bring his mouth to her neck, but he was surprised as Amara's knee came up and caught him in the groin, before her elbow slammed into his back, and she had a wooden stake at his back, all without him even seeing any of it happen. Looking at her before he had just thought she was a human, perhaps with a strange ability to know the outcome of certain events. To him she had just been a bird like his Drusilla. It seemed though that this certain bird was a shark in disguise.
"Don't fool yourself Spike . . . I'm not a spineless human you can just feed on. I may not be the Slayer . . . But unlike her I DO train to fight on a daily basis, so as far as the ability to fight . . . I am JUST as good as her . . . " Growling Amara tried to hold back her sudden anger towards Spike at trying to attack her, she pressed the stake dangerously into his back. It was uncertain why she was so angry, she should have expected this of him, and she knew who and what he was. Yet there had still been a certain shred of hope deep inside her saying once again that maybe this part of her dream wasn't real.
Taking a few deep breaths and remembering to keep calm, pushing all her anger and pain out and sighing she pulled the wooden stake away from Spike and slipped it back into the belt of her pants where it had been before. "I still have to trust you Spike so behave . . . "
Wiping his mouth, Spike got to his feel warily, sneering at the fact a little girl had beaten him so easily. This was almost as bad as the Slayer's mother taking him by surprise. This one he should have at least seen coming. He decided that it might be useful to listen to what she had to say, so he went over to the table in her kitchen she was sitting at already. He snorted to himself. Hell he didn't even really have much of a choice, not without killing her.
Scowling at a can of Mountain Dew, Amara seemed to momentarily forget his presence. That was of course until he dropped into a chair noisily, bringing her attention to him. A look of surprise that crossed her features made Spike wonder if she really was any saner then Drusilla. How could she be surprised at his presence, not after she had just kicked his ass?
"Did you want something to drink?" She asked him suddenly. It seemed for the moment she was trying to pretend that he wasn't anything out of the ordinary, not a vampire, just a regular guy who was visiting. He snorted and rolled his eyes, she had nothing to offer him, at least nothing he hadn't already tried to take. He winced, still feeling the lingering pain in his crotch. The girl certainly was an enigma, something he didn't really want to solve. That was far too dangerous.
"You . . . " Frowning at him, she blinked but then smiled. "You think I have nothing to offer you to drink. I do entertain some vampires . . . well one." Spike knew she meant Angel, that was the only vampire he knew existed that actually associated with humans, went so far as to help them. Then of course Angel was now cursed with a soul so he felt it his duty to save these pitiful creatures. He watched her as she got up, and with a little shock, something he seemed to be getting used to tonight, watched her pour some blood into a mug and heat it in the microwave before giving it to him and sitting once again.
He sniffed at the blood and grimaced as he recognized the scent of pig's blood. Only under dire circumstances would a vampire drink an animal's blood, of course Angel would like it. Spike though pushed the blood away, snarling at Amara. "I'll pick something up on my way home." He grinned as she frowned at his obvious meaning.
"I don't like . . . " She sighed and shrugged. "You'll kill so many . . . There isn't anything I can do to change that . . . " Leaning forward she pierced him with a cold look. "But I will protect those I know can't die from you . . . No I won't kill you . . . " She answered the question in his eyes, since earlier she had told him she would protect him, he didn't believe her. "I can't kill you . . . " She smiled, smiled in a bitter way it seemed to him. "I couldn't kill you . . .never . . ." She grinned brightly. "Neither could Angel . . . That man definitely takes your interests to heart. He thinks you're his responsibility at times . . . you and Dru . . ."
Spike was momentarily taken aback at her mention of Drusilla's name, before he remembered she knew too much about him and his relations. Of course the idea that Angel took responsibility wasn't anything knew to him, he used it to his own advantage actually.
She frowned suddenly and he realized she probably guessed the direction of his thoughts. "Unlike me though he would kill you if you threatened the greater good. He doesn't know what I do . . . So I have to protect you from him as well." She sighed sadly. "They won't even consider me friends soon . . . Between what will happen and protecting you . . . "
Breaking her off a bit angrily he stood up suddenly. "I do not need any protection from you pet." She smiled a little at his word choice, for whatever reasons she chose to keep to herself. He was starting to get sick of women who knew things he didn't. "I suggest you stop feeling so comfortable around me . . ." He broke off when he suddenly realized he didn't know her name. She knew way too much about him, and he knew nothing. It was a situation he hated to be in. "You are a bloody enemy and will be treated as such."
Chuckling to herself she stood up and practically purred at him. "Trust me Spike . . . I never feel comfortable around you." He frowned, not liking the way she said that last sentence. "You though would do well to get used to me, we will have to deal with each other a lot." She shook her head, looking at the clock and sighing at the time. "It's time you leave. Feel free to come and visit anytime you like."
Muttering to himself, Spike stalked to the door. "I won't visit . . . Not unless it's to bite your neck and make you regret this bloody trust you seem to have in me."
Smiling, unconcerned with his comment, she opened the door for him as if he was any normal guest she might have. "Good night Spike . . . I will trust you to keep yourself safe and not get staked randomly." Pushing him out of her apartment, about to close the door, she paused. "And my name happens to be Amara. My mother was British . . . liked her interesting names and all that rot. Figured it wasn't fair to not let you know something about me." Shutting the door in his face she sagged against it, breathing hard. "I need to take that man carefully . . ." Shaking her head and standing up she went to her room, falling into her bed, realizing dimly as she started to drift off that she hadn't had a chance to finish her homework.
On the other side of her door, Spike glared at the wood, thinking to himself that he could just break in now and kill her while she slept. Snorting softly, he turned and walked away, his excuse to himself being that he wanted to use her in the future, use what she knew. Killing, while fun, was not always the answer to everything.
Chapter 4: Spike
Crawling back to his hideout, licking his wounds, and trying to salvage whatever else was left of his pride, Spike went over everything that had happened that night. Many of Spike's followers thought he was just a Billy Idol wannabe, with his black leather and the platinum blonde hair, most of them had been changed in the 80s and had been stuck there since their changing, most without much intelligence either. Opposed to what they thought though, he wasn't a wannabe of any kind, after all he had been around a good deal before there was even a gleam in this Billy's parent's eyes. Just as his grandsire had probably inspired the phrase 'Tall, Dark and Handsome', Spike had probably originated his look.
Aside from his looks though, Spike was actually quite intelligent, at least he was when he wasn't getting too worked up about a fight, or how to make his beautiful, head case Drusilla happy. More often then not his temper would get in the way of his perfect plans, not that he himself would admit to that. As far as he was concerned it was only a matter of time before he got this slayer, and added her to his accumulating scorecard of dead slayers.
The slayer herself wasn't what had interested him tonight, not even the fact that she seemed to have his grand sire wrapped around her little finger. It had instead been the girl who has stood so confidently next to her, making the absolutely inane statement that she knew what was going to happen. What had she meant by that? Did the little bint of a slayer have a witch on her side that could foresee the future? That would certainly be a hindrance to all his plans . . . or it could help him considerably if he could get his hands of the little witch. He would have to be careful about how he went about it though, keeping as much from Drusilla that he could. She was herself a bit in touch with the future; except her mind was so confused she was never much help. She could certainly be jealous enough if she thought he was trying to find someone else. Not that he was . . . He was more then in love with her.
At that moment Drusilla came over to Spike, running her nails down the side of his face, smiling that smile that always reminded him that she was as insane as a bird who thought it could swim, and just as fatalistic was his little bird, always trying to swim. She needed to leave that up to sharks like him.
"My pet . . . Didn't succeed did you . . . " She said that more as a statement then a question. Her eyes already drifting past him to look at something she only saw. He kissed her cheek and dropped into a chair, slouching as he planned what he was going to do next.
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Heading back from school, Amara had a bad feeling. According to her dream it was almost time for the Angelus incident to occur, and as much as she loved Angel like a brother, she was worried about the fact that while he was Angelus he would have free reign into her apartment, but she couldn't take back what she had already offered, and she didn't think she would have wanted to at any rate. If it had been possible to take back the offer of entrance, it would have hurt Angel a lot to deny him what little friendship and trust she could give him.
Looking around her at the already emptying streets, Amara had to smile at the fact that only she and her close friends would consider leaving school this late in the day to actually be leaving early. Most nights lately they would spend most of the afternoon, into the night, at the library figuring out what to do about the place they lived, the Hellmouth.
Only after a while did she come to realize, as she was coming up to her apartment that there was someone behind her. Just as she walked up to her door she felt the person behind her, the smell of liquor, blood, smoke, and another scent she couldn't name, it came to her who exactly was behind her and she couldn't help the involuntary shiver that passed down her spine. She stopped with her door open and turned to look into Spike's eyes.
She was amazed inside at how calm she was taking being a foot away from him. At that moment in time he didn't have his game face on and she could see his flawless features up close, smelling what she had no doubt she would always remember to be his scent. She swallowed a little shakily and smiled at him before stepping back confidently across the threshold of her apartment. He wasn't able to enter without her permission. If she decided to give it . . . She had no doubt Angel would eye her angrily if he knew even the idea of letting Spike enter had crossed her mind. Hell she didn't doubt that he'd probably drop that nothing gets to me façade he had going and would yell at her for even thinking it.
"I was wondering when you'd decide to come visit me William . . . " Amara grinned at the sudden look of unease pass over Spike's features, and go just as quickly as he replaced it with a knowing smirk. She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. "Ever since that night at the school when you heard me mention knowing what was going to happen. I should really have kept quiet . . . " She murmured to herself. This hadn't been part of her dream, but then again in her dream she hadn't existed so some things were certain to change . . . just as long as she didn't change the overall outcome. "Your grandsire has warned me more then a few times about you . . . but I didn't really need them now did I? I know more then enough about you . . . " She grinned suddenly feeling an urge to tease him. "Write any more poetry Will . . .?"
Spike growled and started forward only to be held back by the invisible barrier covering her doorway and her entire apartment. She had no right to know anything about his past, about what he had been. Not when he had a reputation to hold up. His past self really didn't help his big bad image any. He snarled and stood up straight, putting on his game face, hoping to remind the girl whom she was dealing with.
Sighing, Amara stood up as well. "So back to the Big Bad are we . . . Of course Spike, we'll keep this on normal terms." She frowned at the fact that once again, even with his game face on she was still attracted to the man. This was no time for that.
"I assume you know why I'm here, since you seem to know the outcome of everything." He smirked again, which looked slightly disconcerting since it just bared his pointed teeth.
Annoyed with his superior attitude, in a way that was entirely too personal, Amara has an urge to just slam the door in the vampire's face, or at least mock his definite likeness to Billy Idol. That would wipe that smirk of his face . . . She had no doubt that would piss him off more. She smirked right back at him, not scared of him in the least, which only seemed to anger him more.
"I assumed why you were here actually. I didn't KNOW why . . . I'm not a diviner or a witch. I don't know the future the way you seem to think I do. I don't choose to see the future. I just know it." She put up a hand when he opened his mouth to say something, shaking her head. "Don't speak until I explain this. I had a dream a long time ago . . . Long before you came to Sunnydale. In it I saw the future of Buffy and her friends. I know only what that dream showed me. Since that once I haven't had any more dreams, nor have I shown any other traits or knowledge that is less then a normal human." Narrowing her eyes at him when he tried to speak again, she went on. "I don't think you should even try to get me to tell you what is going to happen. It won't help you at all. You wouldn't even LIKE what I would tell you. I will not change the future, not for you or anyone." She sighed and closed her eyes tiredly, the weight of the future pushing down invisibly onto her shoulders. "I can't help the future . . . "
Spike frowned, and let his game face slip off. He eyed the young girl strangely. There was something otherworldly about her, just as there was about his Drusilla, except that she was a little far more lucid then she. He couldn't reach her since she was safely in her home, but he glared at her with her eyes shut. She couldn't help the future? Well when she least expected it he would make it so she helped him.
Opening her eyes and pinning him with a look she smiled slightly. "I'm going to tell you something. I'm not going to hurt you." She looked mildly annoyed at the look of incredulity that passed before a knowing smirk was placed on his lips. He no doubt was thinking about the fact that he would be the one doing all the hurt. "I won't let anyone hurt you either." She was pleased at the fact that seemed to throw him off a bit. "You actually are important to the future, and I don't hate you . . . even though I know all the evil you did . . . and will do." For all that she hated the future, she couldn't really bring herself to hate him even though what he was going to do should have, he was going to put her friends in danger. "I fear I'll have to protect you from Buffy at times . . . " She sighed. "Oh well . . . I suppose we should talk . . . " Stepping back from the door she narrowed her eyes at Spike. "Come in Spike . . . I'll trust you . . . "
More then slightly taken aback by the invitation, Spike stood there blinking at her, wondering what the twist to this was. There had to be some devious action involved . . . No one invited a vampire into their home of their own free will. Stepping across the threshold carefully Spike eyed her, waiting for some strange spell to start, for the Slayer to jump out and stake him. When nothing happened immediately he growled and gripped Amara's throat, pushing her up against the wall of her hallway, his game face back on, grinning at her for her foolishness.
"A mistake to trust me. Even if you think you know the future." Spike grinned and started to bring his mouth to her neck, but he was surprised as Amara's knee came up and caught him in the groin, before her elbow slammed into his back, and she had a wooden stake at his back, all without him even seeing any of it happen. Looking at her before he had just thought she was a human, perhaps with a strange ability to know the outcome of certain events. To him she had just been a bird like his Drusilla. It seemed though that this certain bird was a shark in disguise.
"Don't fool yourself Spike . . . I'm not a spineless human you can just feed on. I may not be the Slayer . . . But unlike her I DO train to fight on a daily basis, so as far as the ability to fight . . . I am JUST as good as her . . . " Growling Amara tried to hold back her sudden anger towards Spike at trying to attack her, she pressed the stake dangerously into his back. It was uncertain why she was so angry, she should have expected this of him, and she knew who and what he was. Yet there had still been a certain shred of hope deep inside her saying once again that maybe this part of her dream wasn't real.
Taking a few deep breaths and remembering to keep calm, pushing all her anger and pain out and sighing she pulled the wooden stake away from Spike and slipped it back into the belt of her pants where it had been before. "I still have to trust you Spike so behave . . . "
Wiping his mouth, Spike got to his feel warily, sneering at the fact a little girl had beaten him so easily. This was almost as bad as the Slayer's mother taking him by surprise. This one he should have at least seen coming. He decided that it might be useful to listen to what she had to say, so he went over to the table in her kitchen she was sitting at already. He snorted to himself. Hell he didn't even really have much of a choice, not without killing her.
Scowling at a can of Mountain Dew, Amara seemed to momentarily forget his presence. That was of course until he dropped into a chair noisily, bringing her attention to him. A look of surprise that crossed her features made Spike wonder if she really was any saner then Drusilla. How could she be surprised at his presence, not after she had just kicked his ass?
"Did you want something to drink?" She asked him suddenly. It seemed for the moment she was trying to pretend that he wasn't anything out of the ordinary, not a vampire, just a regular guy who was visiting. He snorted and rolled his eyes, she had nothing to offer him, at least nothing he hadn't already tried to take. He winced, still feeling the lingering pain in his crotch. The girl certainly was an enigma, something he didn't really want to solve. That was far too dangerous.
"You . . . " Frowning at him, she blinked but then smiled. "You think I have nothing to offer you to drink. I do entertain some vampires . . . well one." Spike knew she meant Angel, that was the only vampire he knew existed that actually associated with humans, went so far as to help them. Then of course Angel was now cursed with a soul so he felt it his duty to save these pitiful creatures. He watched her as she got up, and with a little shock, something he seemed to be getting used to tonight, watched her pour some blood into a mug and heat it in the microwave before giving it to him and sitting once again.
He sniffed at the blood and grimaced as he recognized the scent of pig's blood. Only under dire circumstances would a vampire drink an animal's blood, of course Angel would like it. Spike though pushed the blood away, snarling at Amara. "I'll pick something up on my way home." He grinned as she frowned at his obvious meaning.
"I don't like . . . " She sighed and shrugged. "You'll kill so many . . . There isn't anything I can do to change that . . . " Leaning forward she pierced him with a cold look. "But I will protect those I know can't die from you . . . No I won't kill you . . . " She answered the question in his eyes, since earlier she had told him she would protect him, he didn't believe her. "I can't kill you . . . " She smiled, smiled in a bitter way it seemed to him. "I couldn't kill you . . .never . . ." She grinned brightly. "Neither could Angel . . . That man definitely takes your interests to heart. He thinks you're his responsibility at times . . . you and Dru . . ."
Spike was momentarily taken aback at her mention of Drusilla's name, before he remembered she knew too much about him and his relations. Of course the idea that Angel took responsibility wasn't anything knew to him, he used it to his own advantage actually.
She frowned suddenly and he realized she probably guessed the direction of his thoughts. "Unlike me though he would kill you if you threatened the greater good. He doesn't know what I do . . . So I have to protect you from him as well." She sighed sadly. "They won't even consider me friends soon . . . Between what will happen and protecting you . . . "
Breaking her off a bit angrily he stood up suddenly. "I do not need any protection from you pet." She smiled a little at his word choice, for whatever reasons she chose to keep to herself. He was starting to get sick of women who knew things he didn't. "I suggest you stop feeling so comfortable around me . . ." He broke off when he suddenly realized he didn't know her name. She knew way too much about him, and he knew nothing. It was a situation he hated to be in. "You are a bloody enemy and will be treated as such."
Chuckling to herself she stood up and practically purred at him. "Trust me Spike . . . I never feel comfortable around you." He frowned, not liking the way she said that last sentence. "You though would do well to get used to me, we will have to deal with each other a lot." She shook her head, looking at the clock and sighing at the time. "It's time you leave. Feel free to come and visit anytime you like."
Muttering to himself, Spike stalked to the door. "I won't visit . . . Not unless it's to bite your neck and make you regret this bloody trust you seem to have in me."
Smiling, unconcerned with his comment, she opened the door for him as if he was any normal guest she might have. "Good night Spike . . . I will trust you to keep yourself safe and not get staked randomly." Pushing him out of her apartment, about to close the door, she paused. "And my name happens to be Amara. My mother was British . . . liked her interesting names and all that rot. Figured it wasn't fair to not let you know something about me." Shutting the door in his face she sagged against it, breathing hard. "I need to take that man carefully . . ." Shaking her head and standing up she went to her room, falling into her bed, realizing dimly as she started to drift off that she hadn't had a chance to finish her homework.
On the other side of her door, Spike glared at the wood, thinking to himself that he could just break in now and kill her while she slept. Snorting softly, he turned and walked away, his excuse to himself being that he wanted to use her in the future, use what she knew. Killing, while fun, was not always the answer to everything.