Haha, we already know the challenge requirements, but they're here again. I really, really want to thank my reviewers and hope to get some more. I've got to thank Jen who's help me SO much on this whole story.

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This is my challenge by Gidgetgirl (who is my beta), check out her works!

Write a fic in which there are two OC's, one teenage and one young, neither of whom speak. They can have decided not to speak, they could be deaf, they could be under a spell, or whatever you want.

Requirements:
The two characters must be bonded strongly together.
You must concentrate on facial expressions and body language to get across what they want.
The little one must throw a silent temper tantrum.
One of the two must have telekinesis.
One of the two must have visions.
One of the two must have a very troubled past.

The Boss Man was coming. Coming after her, coming after Kayla. Running. She was running, running

far away. Away from the boss man; away from her too. Kayla was running to, but they still followed.

Gretchen shot strait up in her bed, breathing hard. Her small hand clutched the shirt on top of her pounding chest. Her big, brown eyes, glossy with tears, scanned the dark room.

Kayla was sleeping; Kayla didn't liked to be woken up.

Gretchen whimpered. The mark was glowing: two concentric circles with a line through them, burnt into the skin on her tiny wrist.

"Can't sleep, tiny-bit?" Spike called out from the darkness. He looked up from the glass of blood that he had been drinking. "Have a nightmare?'

She jumped at the sound of his voice, and her head turned to the sound. She shook her brown curls and sniffled a little bit.

"What wrong, luv?" Spike asked gruffly, walking over to her bed.

He was having surprisingly tender feelings for the child, and it was starting to scare him. Wasn't he supposed to be the big bad? Yet here he was pack-sitting for two ankle biters that can't even talk.

As soon as he came into view, she jumped into his arms and buried her face in his shoulder.

Maybe pack-sitting wasn't so bad after all.

"Shh luv," he said awkwardly as he patted the small back. "Nothing will get you while the big bad is here."

Kayla had said they wouldn't come, and Kayla never lied to Gretchen. But the boss man was still in her sleep. Still there, Gretchen had promised. Plus, good vibes vamp was here. Good vibes helped her.

Kayla's eyes fluttered open. She couldn't feel Gretchen's small body beside her anymore. She could hear her breathing…. breathing heavily. Maybe she had fallen out of the bed; sometimes she did that. Blinking her eyes, so they would adjust to the darkness, she rolled over, looking for Gretch. She couldn't tell if it was him or not. To her, it was the boss. De was trying to take Gretchen. So in instinct she jumped at the man, knocking all three of them to the ground.

When Spike hit, Gretchen in his arms, the whole room shook. Spike looked around oddly. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. His impact hadn't caused that tremor.  Through the darkness, he could see Gretchen's widened eyes, peering up at him in fear.

Through the chaos, Kayla had managed to make it to her feet to turn on a lamp.

"You attacking me, pet," Spike said annoyed as he sat up, his arms still wrapped around Gretchen. "It's getting old…fast."

Kayla sighed, lifting Gretchen out of his arms and into hers. As she sat down on the bed she made a sigh with her fingers, which made Gretchen whimper a little. Kayla pressed a kiss onto Gretchen's head before rocking her back and forth.  

Spike watched them with a raised brow. Kayla glared at him as she continued to rock the girl.

It was burning again, burning red, hot. They were coming. They were looking for her. Punishing her for leaving. Were they punishing Kayla too?

Kayla watched the little girl rub her wrist. She resisted the urge to rub her own. It was burning like hell. She couldn't deal much longer. She couldn't make Gretchen suffer much longer. She had to get to that law firm, soon.

"Why don't you two get some sleep," Spike told them as he examined the different things that had fallen to the floor during the mysterious shake.  "Tiny-bit's had a rough night. You too, Kay."

Kayla glared at him. Telling him that if he ever called her that again it would be the last thing he did. He took the hint from Kayla, and sighed as Gretchen shook her head. "Well if Tiny-bit's not going to go back to sleep, might as well head up bloody Wolfram and Hart."

Kayla stopped glaring, a small smile curved on her lips. Spike noticed as he picked up Gretchen's coat. "That where you want to be, isn't it? Up with the bloody champion and his gang?"

Kayla nodded slightly as she continued to rock the small girl. Gretchen seemed to be staring into space as her head lay on Kayla chest.

"Sodding Captain Soul, always gotta be the hero, always gotta take the fame," he muttered as he placed a jacket around Gretchen. He absentmindedly picked her up when she reached for him, then started out the door.

As Spike mumbled, Kayla followed him out the door, all too happy to be going to the one place that could actually help her.

***

"Please, please, lemme go."

The man smirked as he turned the metal rod, which was driven deep into the furnace. "I'm sorry Olivia," he whispered as he pulled the red, hot symbol from the coals. "You are perfect, so magical, so innocent, you will do fine. You're ours now, part of the family. The family if forever." He shot a look at the woman standing beside the girl. "Hold her."

A tiny wrist was slammed, palm up, on the stone table, and held in place as Olivia struggled.

Steam emitted and the smell of burning flesh filled their nostrils as the rod connected wit the delicate skin. The smell was horrible, and it made Olivia gag.

The two year old screamed as the pain seared throughout her body. The metal was removed, revealing an angry, red burn in the shape of the same symbol that was Kayla and Gretchen's wrists.

She screamed again as the as the woman put a sponge on top of the burn. When it was removed the mark was glowing white, but as it cooled it turned as black.

"Take her away," he ordered, pointing at the stone door. "Continue the search for the one and find our runaways."

As the crying girl was drug from his sight, he fell back into a chair, a brooding expression on his face. Not much long now, he told himself, as another struggling child was brought before him.

"Hello Leigha," he greeted with an evil smirk as he put the metal rod back onto the coals. 

Kk… if you wanna see a pic of Kayla and Gretchen or the mark that's burned on there wrists, check out my website.

http://hometown.aol.com/mcleek1/page3.html