Chapter 3
"Why would you want to give it up?" Spike asked.
"I just don't want to be immortal anymore. You don't know how hard it is being over a hundred years old and looking 16. At least you died at 26 so you would always look that age. I can't do anything this way. I want to live and die like everyone else. This should have never happened to me. I don't want to see the world anymore, I've seen enough. I'm sick of being alone." Leslie said as she started to cry, not caring to hold the tears back anymore. Buffy put her arm around the other girl and glared at Spike. He suddenly felt bad about asking her that. He didn't realize how hard it must have been for her.
"It's okay, I promise to help you in anyway that I can. We'll go to my house and talk to my friends and they'll help too." Leslie nodded and looked up at her.
"Thank you," she replied. With that they all headed to Buffy's house in silence. When they got there the Potentials were already asleep. The others were awake including Dawn and Buffy explained to them about Leslie. They were all surprised to find out that Spike has a sister, but they took a liking to her really fast.
"So, you're related to him." Xander said as he pointed to Spike. "Well, at least you don't look like him because that would really be scary." Spike smacked him on the back of the head.
"Let's not forget that I don't have a chip in my head anymore, Harris. There's also the possibility that the First could make me its bitch at any moment. So, I suggest you be careful what you say." Xander backed away from him looking scared and decided to keep his mouth shut. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Okay, it's late. I say we all go to bed now and deal with the research tomorrow." Buffy told them and they all agreed. "I guess you could sleep in my room." Buffy told Leslie.
"Actually, she can stay in the basement with me. We have some catching up to do." Spike said and Buffy nodded and looked at Leslie.
"Would that be okay?" Leslie nodded also.
"Yeah, we have a lot to talk about." Buffy nodded again and headed upstairs to her room while everyone else went to where they would be sleeping. Spike went to the basement and Leslie followed him. He sat on his cot while she looked around. He just watched her; he still couldn't believe that his sister was here. Leslie then looked at him and noticed the chains behind him and smiled. He looked to see what she was staring at.
"Yeah, it's not what it looks like." Leslie held up her hands.
"Hey, it's none of my business." She said as she sat next to him. "You have really changed and I don't just mean the looks." Spike nodded.
"Well, becoming a vampire could do that to a bloke." He said.
"Do you still write poetry?" Spike smiled at her.
"Sometimes, whenever I'm bored. Not that I'll ever tell anyone that." Leslie smiled at him also.
"So, who's your main subject this time?" Spike looked at her.
"What are you getting at?" He asked her.
"I'm talking about Buffy. I saw the way you two were looking at each other. Is there something going on between you guys?" Spike shook his head.
"Not of late." Leslie nodded.
"So, there was something going on with you two?" Spike sighed.
"It's complicated; right now we're just friends." Leslie nodded again.
"It seems weird. A vampire and a Slayer. I like her though, much better than that Cecily chick that you had a thing for. She was such a bitch." Spike laughed and put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"I've missed you, kid." She smacked him lightly on the arm.
"Just because I look like a kid doesn't mean I am one." Spike agreed.
"You really want to become mortal again, even though I'm not." Leslie nodded.
"Yes, if there's a way I wanna find it. I want a normal life, maybe get married and have kids. I can't have any real life if I always look like this." Spike nodded also.
"Then we'll find a way." Leslie smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said as they both soon drifted off to sleep.
"Why would you want to give it up?" Spike asked.
"I just don't want to be immortal anymore. You don't know how hard it is being over a hundred years old and looking 16. At least you died at 26 so you would always look that age. I can't do anything this way. I want to live and die like everyone else. This should have never happened to me. I don't want to see the world anymore, I've seen enough. I'm sick of being alone." Leslie said as she started to cry, not caring to hold the tears back anymore. Buffy put her arm around the other girl and glared at Spike. He suddenly felt bad about asking her that. He didn't realize how hard it must have been for her.
"It's okay, I promise to help you in anyway that I can. We'll go to my house and talk to my friends and they'll help too." Leslie nodded and looked up at her.
"Thank you," she replied. With that they all headed to Buffy's house in silence. When they got there the Potentials were already asleep. The others were awake including Dawn and Buffy explained to them about Leslie. They were all surprised to find out that Spike has a sister, but they took a liking to her really fast.
"So, you're related to him." Xander said as he pointed to Spike. "Well, at least you don't look like him because that would really be scary." Spike smacked him on the back of the head.
"Let's not forget that I don't have a chip in my head anymore, Harris. There's also the possibility that the First could make me its bitch at any moment. So, I suggest you be careful what you say." Xander backed away from him looking scared and decided to keep his mouth shut. Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Okay, it's late. I say we all go to bed now and deal with the research tomorrow." Buffy told them and they all agreed. "I guess you could sleep in my room." Buffy told Leslie.
"Actually, she can stay in the basement with me. We have some catching up to do." Spike said and Buffy nodded and looked at Leslie.
"Would that be okay?" Leslie nodded also.
"Yeah, we have a lot to talk about." Buffy nodded again and headed upstairs to her room while everyone else went to where they would be sleeping. Spike went to the basement and Leslie followed him. He sat on his cot while she looked around. He just watched her; he still couldn't believe that his sister was here. Leslie then looked at him and noticed the chains behind him and smiled. He looked to see what she was staring at.
"Yeah, it's not what it looks like." Leslie held up her hands.
"Hey, it's none of my business." She said as she sat next to him. "You have really changed and I don't just mean the looks." Spike nodded.
"Well, becoming a vampire could do that to a bloke." He said.
"Do you still write poetry?" Spike smiled at her.
"Sometimes, whenever I'm bored. Not that I'll ever tell anyone that." Leslie smiled at him also.
"So, who's your main subject this time?" Spike looked at her.
"What are you getting at?" He asked her.
"I'm talking about Buffy. I saw the way you two were looking at each other. Is there something going on between you guys?" Spike shook his head.
"Not of late." Leslie nodded.
"So, there was something going on with you two?" Spike sighed.
"It's complicated; right now we're just friends." Leslie nodded again.
"It seems weird. A vampire and a Slayer. I like her though, much better than that Cecily chick that you had a thing for. She was such a bitch." Spike laughed and put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"I've missed you, kid." She smacked him lightly on the arm.
"Just because I look like a kid doesn't mean I am one." Spike agreed.
"You really want to become mortal again, even though I'm not." Leslie nodded.
"Yes, if there's a way I wanna find it. I want a normal life, maybe get married and have kids. I can't have any real life if I always look like this." Spike nodded also.
"Then we'll find a way." Leslie smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said as they both soon drifted off to sleep.