Chapter Two
Kitara
A smile curled on the lips of the sleeping vampire. The dream was always the same. Lying in bed with Buffy, holding each other after a night of passion and love. In the dream he turned to her to see the look of turmoil on her face as she realized what she had allowed yet again. Then he heard the words..."You're nothing but a thing. I could never love you."
Spike sat up with a start and looked around the empty room. The sun was already setting so he made his way to the bathroom to shower. It was almost time for his weekly 'appointment' with Kitara and he felt a little giddy at the prospect of alone time with her. Stepping under the hot stream of water, he resolved to push his thoughts of Buffy out of his mind. Instead, he chose to focus them on the girl he had just recently met.
Angel first introduced Spike to Kitara two months ago. She showed up at the hotel one night looking dazzling with her long brunette hair and seductive eyes. She reminded Spike of what Dawn might look like in another ten years or so. Realizing he was thinking of Sunnydale again, he shook his head and turned his attention to her.
"I want you to meet Kitara," Angel said, as she entered and walked toward the two vampires.
"Hello, Spike. It's nice to finally meet you." She held out a hand to him. "Angel has told me a lot about you."
"Well now, isn't that interesting," Spike answered, reaching in his pocket to grab his smokes and lighter. He lit one and took a drag. "Seems I'm at a loss considering I've never heard mention of you before." He looked toward Angel awaiting a reply.
"I'm sorry, Spike," Angel answered quickly. "Kitara has helped me out with a couple of cases, and I thought you might wanna talk to her."
Head tilted to the side, Spike raised an eyebrow in question.
Kitara stepped in to explain. "I'm what you might call a psychic counselor. I can take all those feelings and memories you have and help you sort through them. Help you get rid of the ones you don't want."
"You a witch? I don't trust anyone using that mojo stuff on me. Never ends well." He thought of both times, where under the influence of someone else, he and Buffy had kissed. He couldn't help but smile. "Well, almost never," he added.
"No.I'm not a witch," she answered with a giggle. "I'm a trecloff demon. Well, part demon anyway. Human mostly. To shorten the story, I have a gift and I'd like to help if I can. Angel tells me you have a soul. I can imagine that can be a little troublesome for you considering your....background."
"And you can make me good as new then?" He flicked his cigarette down on the linoleum floor and ground it under his boot, receiving a scowl from the other vampire.
"I'd like to try if you'll let me."
He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Might as well. Got nothin' better to do."
They'd met once a week since then and he really came to appreciate her kindness and eagerness to help him. She had explained her fascination with him. He was the only vampire to have ever asked for his soul, and that intrigued her. She became an added fixture around the hotel after Angel offered for her to stay.
Her powers or 'gifts' as she referred to them were confusing to him at first and then comforting. She could open his mind with only a touch of her hand and then somehow managed to slowly start washing away the hurt and guilt he had carried for months. She could only see what he would allow, so he had a comfort zone of feeling in control. He'd shared bits and pieces of his life, mostly the days he'd spent with Drusilla, and some with Angelus and Darla. Those were the days that haunted him the most and the ones he was anxious to forget. He found himself opening up to her and sharing feelings he'd never thought he'd share with anyone. Well, except Buffy of course, but sharing and feelings were two words that had not been in her vocabulary when it came to him.
He finished his shower and dressed in his usual black jeans and tee-shirt (some things just weren't meant to change) and headed downstairs for a pint of 0-Pos before meeting up with Kitara. He smiled to himself realizing he was really looking forward to it.
TBC
Kitara
A smile curled on the lips of the sleeping vampire. The dream was always the same. Lying in bed with Buffy, holding each other after a night of passion and love. In the dream he turned to her to see the look of turmoil on her face as she realized what she had allowed yet again. Then he heard the words..."You're nothing but a thing. I could never love you."
Spike sat up with a start and looked around the empty room. The sun was already setting so he made his way to the bathroom to shower. It was almost time for his weekly 'appointment' with Kitara and he felt a little giddy at the prospect of alone time with her. Stepping under the hot stream of water, he resolved to push his thoughts of Buffy out of his mind. Instead, he chose to focus them on the girl he had just recently met.
Angel first introduced Spike to Kitara two months ago. She showed up at the hotel one night looking dazzling with her long brunette hair and seductive eyes. She reminded Spike of what Dawn might look like in another ten years or so. Realizing he was thinking of Sunnydale again, he shook his head and turned his attention to her.
"I want you to meet Kitara," Angel said, as she entered and walked toward the two vampires.
"Hello, Spike. It's nice to finally meet you." She held out a hand to him. "Angel has told me a lot about you."
"Well now, isn't that interesting," Spike answered, reaching in his pocket to grab his smokes and lighter. He lit one and took a drag. "Seems I'm at a loss considering I've never heard mention of you before." He looked toward Angel awaiting a reply.
"I'm sorry, Spike," Angel answered quickly. "Kitara has helped me out with a couple of cases, and I thought you might wanna talk to her."
Head tilted to the side, Spike raised an eyebrow in question.
Kitara stepped in to explain. "I'm what you might call a psychic counselor. I can take all those feelings and memories you have and help you sort through them. Help you get rid of the ones you don't want."
"You a witch? I don't trust anyone using that mojo stuff on me. Never ends well." He thought of both times, where under the influence of someone else, he and Buffy had kissed. He couldn't help but smile. "Well, almost never," he added.
"No.I'm not a witch," she answered with a giggle. "I'm a trecloff demon. Well, part demon anyway. Human mostly. To shorten the story, I have a gift and I'd like to help if I can. Angel tells me you have a soul. I can imagine that can be a little troublesome for you considering your....background."
"And you can make me good as new then?" He flicked his cigarette down on the linoleum floor and ground it under his boot, receiving a scowl from the other vampire.
"I'd like to try if you'll let me."
He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Might as well. Got nothin' better to do."
They'd met once a week since then and he really came to appreciate her kindness and eagerness to help him. She had explained her fascination with him. He was the only vampire to have ever asked for his soul, and that intrigued her. She became an added fixture around the hotel after Angel offered for her to stay.
Her powers or 'gifts' as she referred to them were confusing to him at first and then comforting. She could open his mind with only a touch of her hand and then somehow managed to slowly start washing away the hurt and guilt he had carried for months. She could only see what he would allow, so he had a comfort zone of feeling in control. He'd shared bits and pieces of his life, mostly the days he'd spent with Drusilla, and some with Angelus and Darla. Those were the days that haunted him the most and the ones he was anxious to forget. He found himself opening up to her and sharing feelings he'd never thought he'd share with anyone. Well, except Buffy of course, but sharing and feelings were two words that had not been in her vocabulary when it came to him.
He finished his shower and dressed in his usual black jeans and tee-shirt (some things just weren't meant to change) and headed downstairs for a pint of 0-Pos before meeting up with Kitara. He smiled to himself realizing he was really looking forward to it.
TBC