Rooney – You'll here about her mom in this chapter. Thanks for reviewing =)
Sierra downed the bottle of water that Spike handed to her in less than a second. Their spar had taken a lot of her strength, and in the end, he still came out the winner. She wasn't happy that he defeated her; she'd tried so hard to prove to him that she was strong.
She looked over at Spike who was sipping on a mug of blood. 'Gross,' she thought, scrunching up her nose in disgust. 'Does he have to do that in front of me?'
"What?" Spike asked.
She shook her head. "You have a little something," she said, touching her chin. "God, I hope that isn't human blood. Oh no, wait I do. Then I have a reason to stake you."
"Very funny luv," he said, wiping his face. "Its pigs blood. I 'aven't drank from a human in . . . Okay well there was an exception . . . But that was not me. I was being controlled by- . . ."
"Wow, I shockingly don't care," Sierra said, rolling her eyes. "I think I'm going to go now."
"'S not even ten yet," he said. "Still got a while."
"Yes, but I don't really find it fun to hang out in a hotel room with a vampire. I'm sure there are lots of others who do," she said, standing. "But I'm not one of them."
"What about learning?" he asked. "How are ya going to find out what you are? And how to deal?"
"Concerned vampire father," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. "What is wrong with that sentence?" She looked up to Spike. "If I need you, I'll find you. Otherwise, go about your undead life as if you never met me."
Spike went to speak but she was already gone. "That bloody girl's gonna drive me crazy."
Sierra looked down at the greasy hamburger lying on a grease filled napkin. She had gone to McDonalds in search of some decent food, but once she had ordered, her hunger had disappeared. 'How can I eat this crap?' she thought. 'Its practically just a big fat pile of grease. Mmm grease.'
She looked up from her food and around the restaurant. It was practically empty, aside from the couple huddled in the corner, feeding each other French fries. What was she expecting to see? Who comes to a fast food restaurant at ten o clock at night? 'No one who wants to live a long healthy life,' she thought.
Standing up, she left her untouched food there for someone else to clean up and disappeared out the door. The cold night air hit her and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get a bit warmer.
As she walked along the sidewalk, she looked around her. The streets were deserted, except for the odd car that sped by, and a few homeless drunks stumbling around. She didn't want to go home, but she was starting to realize she had nowhere else to go.
"Hey stranger."
Sierra looked up in the direction of where the voice was coming from and smiled when she saw Troy.
"Hi."
"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked. "You look cold."
"Cause I am," she said, laughing.
"Here," he said, taking off his sweater, leaving him in a white t-shirt.
"But you'll freeze," she said.
"What are you talking about?" he said, stretching his arms out. "It's a beautiful night."
Sierra laughed and accepted the sweater. She slipped it on over her shirt, and it fell to her knees. "Why must guys where sweaters twice the size of them?" she asked. "I don't understand."
"You wouldn't, you're a girl."
"I must admit, it's comfy," she said, looking down at herself.
"So, where were you headed?" he asked, as the two started to walk again.
"Oh you know," she said. "Nowhere."
"Want to come back to my house? My parents are gone out for the night," he said. "And I couldn't be more thankful."
"Oh c'mon Troy, they're not that bad," she said.
"You don't have to live with them," he said. "So is that a yes?"
"Big yes. I should call my mom when I get there though, she'll probably be worried. Afraid I'm out making babies."
"No mom, I'm really at Troy's. No, his parents aren't home but-. . Mom! Its Troy, I would never-. . Look, I'm not-. . Yes, I'll be home by midnight," Sierra said into the phone. "Don't worry mom, I can handle my own. No, I don't need dad to come get me. Mom, please." She paused for a minute. "Oh look, there's Troy with the food, bye mom, love you."
She quickly hung up the phone and flopped down onto the sofa next to Troy. "God, that woman wont let me get two words in."
"At least your mom give a damn," he said, laughing but she could tell that it hurt him deep down. "Which do you want, root beer or Pepsi? They were the only things left in the fridge . . ."
"Either or is good," she said. "Whichever you don't want."
"You're my guest," he said.
"A guest that practically lives here," she said. "Eats out of your fridge, sleeps in your bed, uses your toilet and watches your TV. I think should be recognized as more than just a 'guest'."
He smiled. "You are one complicated girl. Fine, my house pest, which would you like?"
"Much better," she said, grabbing the Pepsi and opening it. "I'll take the Pepsi."
He settled back into the sofa next to her and took a sip of his pop before glancing back at her. "Hear anymore from the man?"
"Huh?" she asked, looking at him. "Oh, Spike. Yeah."
"And?"
"And he's my real father," she said, turning her attention to the TV.
"And?"
"And its no big deal," she said. "So what if he's my real dad? Its not like I need him anymore."
"And your mom? Did he tell you about her?" he asked.
Sierra thought for a minute. "No. He never brought her up. He talked about a girl he loved, but it-. . No, it wouldn't be." 'The Slayer? No, no way,' she thought. 'But it would be. . Kinda cool.'
"Maybe you should bring it up," he said.
"Yeah. I might."
The last bell of the day rang at Sierra's high school and she walked out of the doors, along with Troy.
"Are you coming over to my place?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm going to go home," she said. "You know, the foreign place of which I never visit."
He laughed. "I'll see you later then," he said, walking down the steps and heading off in the direction of his house.
Sierra watched him go, and once he was out of sight, took off in the opposite direction of her house.
Spike moaned when he heard the knock on his door, and lazily crawled out of bed.
"Who the bloody hell?" he said, walking over to the door. When he opened it, he jumped back, the sun shining in. Sierra appeared in the hotel room and he returned to his bed.
"Right," she said. "Forgot about the whole vampire thing."
"What are you doing here pet?"
"What? Not happy to see me?" she asked, playing with something on the dresser. She looked over at him and when she saw him looking at her as if he was waiting, she sighed. "I wanted to ask you something."
"Alright," he said. "What is it?"
"My-My. ."
"You're what luv?"
"Mother," she said. "Who is she? Was she a vampire? Was she the Slayer that you're in love with?"
"Whoa now," he said, standing. "Since when are you interested in your mother?"
"Am I not supposed to be?" she asked angrily. "Oh I'm sorry Spike, am I supposed to accept that my real mother is non-existent? That she 'died in a car accident' or 'committed suicide'? I wanna know who I come from! I wanna know who I'm a part of!"
Whatever it was she was holding in her hand smashed into a thousand pieces as she filled with anger. She looked down at her hand and realized it was full of tiny shards of glass. 'Great,' she thought. 'Just what I need.'
Before she knew it, Spike was by her side. He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away quickly. He looked up at her.
"Let me see it pet."
"No," she said. "I'm fine."
"You're bleeding," he said. "You're not fine."
"If I'm bleeding, do you honestly think I'd really want a vampire to help me?" she asked, turning around and heading for the door. "Coming her was a mistake."
"Sierra! Wait!" he yelled, and she stopped. "You want to know about your mother? I'll tell you."
She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't say anything; she just walked past him and into the bathroom.
"I need to clean up first," she said, closing the door behind her.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her blonde hair put back into a ponytail, her blue eyes filled with confusion. She turned on the cold water and looked down at her bleeding hand. She held it under the water and let it wash away the blood. She noticed a piece of glass still stuck in her hand and quickly pulled it out, throwing it to the floor. She didn't care if Spike stepped on it. He was a vampire, he'd probably enjoy it.
After drying her hands, the bleeding had stopped. The cuts hadn't been deep luckily, so she hadn't lost a lot of blood.
She opened the door that led back to the hotel room and after taking a deep breath, stepped out. Spike was sitting on the bed, reading a book. He put it back down on the table when she came in.
"Come 'ere luv," he said, moving over on the bed.
She stayed silent; she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't understand why she wasn't making rude comments, or snapping at him, but it just didn't feel right.
She sat down on the bed next to him, but still keeping her distance.
"Your mother was beautiful," he said. "You look a lot like 'er." He paused. "You're probably going to be disappointed pet, but your mum isn't the Slayer. I met this girl long before I met 'er. 'Er name was Catalina. I met 'er in England, but 'er home town was. . 'Ere. She was human, had no bloody clue 'bout vampires. Till I. . Showed 'er." He stopped and looked over at Sierra who was staring at him, listening. "You sure you want to 'ear this Bit?"
"I want to know about my mother," she said.
"Where was I then? Your mum was an innocent victim. I was on a 'break' with Dru, and I came across Catalina. ."
-Flashback-
A drunken Spike sat at a bar in England. He downed yet another shot, signaling for the bartender to bring him another.
He looked to his side when a young girl in her twenties sat beside him. She had long blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Her short skirt just covered the parts of which most were embarrassed to show, her top showing a great amount of cleavage.
Spike laughed at her, before turning around and downing his next shot. But he found himself looking back at her.
The girl felt his eyes on her and looked over at him, disgusted, while she sipped on her beer.
Normally that would make him angry, but something drew him to her.
A few minutes later, once down with her drink, she stood up and left the bar. Not knowing that someone was infatuated with her, and planned on making her his.
She turned down an alley, a short cut to her house. She glanced behind her nervously, scared that someone had followed her and jumped when she ran into something, someone. Looking up, she met the eyes of the man who had been staring at her in the bar earlier.
"That your whole outfit luv?" he asked.
"I-. . It-. . It's a costume. Halloween," she said.
"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?"
"I-. . I wasn't. I was at a friend's party," she said, nervously.
"Little misleading," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "A guy could think you were-. ."
"Look mister," she said, trying to wriggle out of his grip. "If-. . If you don't let me go, I'll scream."
"What a scary thought," he said. "Go on, I dare you."
She opened her mouth to scream, but Spike leaned his head down and captured her lips in his before she could.
-End Flashback-
"And then, you were. . Made," he said, uncomfortably.
"W-Where is she now? Is she still in England? Where is she? Spike please, tell me," she begged. "I-. . I wanna know."
"I cant luv."
"Why? Why can't you tell me where she lives?" she asked.
"Cause I don't know where she is, or if she's even alive," he said.
"Why wouldn't she be alive?"
"I might have left something out," he said.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I turned her," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "Your mum's a vampire."
Sierra downed the bottle of water that Spike handed to her in less than a second. Their spar had taken a lot of her strength, and in the end, he still came out the winner. She wasn't happy that he defeated her; she'd tried so hard to prove to him that she was strong.
She looked over at Spike who was sipping on a mug of blood. 'Gross,' she thought, scrunching up her nose in disgust. 'Does he have to do that in front of me?'
"What?" Spike asked.
She shook her head. "You have a little something," she said, touching her chin. "God, I hope that isn't human blood. Oh no, wait I do. Then I have a reason to stake you."
"Very funny luv," he said, wiping his face. "Its pigs blood. I 'aven't drank from a human in . . . Okay well there was an exception . . . But that was not me. I was being controlled by- . . ."
"Wow, I shockingly don't care," Sierra said, rolling her eyes. "I think I'm going to go now."
"'S not even ten yet," he said. "Still got a while."
"Yes, but I don't really find it fun to hang out in a hotel room with a vampire. I'm sure there are lots of others who do," she said, standing. "But I'm not one of them."
"What about learning?" he asked. "How are ya going to find out what you are? And how to deal?"
"Concerned vampire father," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. "What is wrong with that sentence?" She looked up to Spike. "If I need you, I'll find you. Otherwise, go about your undead life as if you never met me."
Spike went to speak but she was already gone. "That bloody girl's gonna drive me crazy."
Sierra looked down at the greasy hamburger lying on a grease filled napkin. She had gone to McDonalds in search of some decent food, but once she had ordered, her hunger had disappeared. 'How can I eat this crap?' she thought. 'Its practically just a big fat pile of grease. Mmm grease.'
She looked up from her food and around the restaurant. It was practically empty, aside from the couple huddled in the corner, feeding each other French fries. What was she expecting to see? Who comes to a fast food restaurant at ten o clock at night? 'No one who wants to live a long healthy life,' she thought.
Standing up, she left her untouched food there for someone else to clean up and disappeared out the door. The cold night air hit her and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get a bit warmer.
As she walked along the sidewalk, she looked around her. The streets were deserted, except for the odd car that sped by, and a few homeless drunks stumbling around. She didn't want to go home, but she was starting to realize she had nowhere else to go.
"Hey stranger."
Sierra looked up in the direction of where the voice was coming from and smiled when she saw Troy.
"Hi."
"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked. "You look cold."
"Cause I am," she said, laughing.
"Here," he said, taking off his sweater, leaving him in a white t-shirt.
"But you'll freeze," she said.
"What are you talking about?" he said, stretching his arms out. "It's a beautiful night."
Sierra laughed and accepted the sweater. She slipped it on over her shirt, and it fell to her knees. "Why must guys where sweaters twice the size of them?" she asked. "I don't understand."
"You wouldn't, you're a girl."
"I must admit, it's comfy," she said, looking down at herself.
"So, where were you headed?" he asked, as the two started to walk again.
"Oh you know," she said. "Nowhere."
"Want to come back to my house? My parents are gone out for the night," he said. "And I couldn't be more thankful."
"Oh c'mon Troy, they're not that bad," she said.
"You don't have to live with them," he said. "So is that a yes?"
"Big yes. I should call my mom when I get there though, she'll probably be worried. Afraid I'm out making babies."
"No mom, I'm really at Troy's. No, his parents aren't home but-. . Mom! Its Troy, I would never-. . Look, I'm not-. . Yes, I'll be home by midnight," Sierra said into the phone. "Don't worry mom, I can handle my own. No, I don't need dad to come get me. Mom, please." She paused for a minute. "Oh look, there's Troy with the food, bye mom, love you."
She quickly hung up the phone and flopped down onto the sofa next to Troy. "God, that woman wont let me get two words in."
"At least your mom give a damn," he said, laughing but she could tell that it hurt him deep down. "Which do you want, root beer or Pepsi? They were the only things left in the fridge . . ."
"Either or is good," she said. "Whichever you don't want."
"You're my guest," he said.
"A guest that practically lives here," she said. "Eats out of your fridge, sleeps in your bed, uses your toilet and watches your TV. I think should be recognized as more than just a 'guest'."
He smiled. "You are one complicated girl. Fine, my house pest, which would you like?"
"Much better," she said, grabbing the Pepsi and opening it. "I'll take the Pepsi."
He settled back into the sofa next to her and took a sip of his pop before glancing back at her. "Hear anymore from the man?"
"Huh?" she asked, looking at him. "Oh, Spike. Yeah."
"And?"
"And he's my real father," she said, turning her attention to the TV.
"And?"
"And its no big deal," she said. "So what if he's my real dad? Its not like I need him anymore."
"And your mom? Did he tell you about her?" he asked.
Sierra thought for a minute. "No. He never brought her up. He talked about a girl he loved, but it-. . No, it wouldn't be." 'The Slayer? No, no way,' she thought. 'But it would be. . Kinda cool.'
"Maybe you should bring it up," he said.
"Yeah. I might."
The last bell of the day rang at Sierra's high school and she walked out of the doors, along with Troy.
"Are you coming over to my place?" he asked.
"No, I think I'm going to go home," she said. "You know, the foreign place of which I never visit."
He laughed. "I'll see you later then," he said, walking down the steps and heading off in the direction of his house.
Sierra watched him go, and once he was out of sight, took off in the opposite direction of her house.
Spike moaned when he heard the knock on his door, and lazily crawled out of bed.
"Who the bloody hell?" he said, walking over to the door. When he opened it, he jumped back, the sun shining in. Sierra appeared in the hotel room and he returned to his bed.
"Right," she said. "Forgot about the whole vampire thing."
"What are you doing here pet?"
"What? Not happy to see me?" she asked, playing with something on the dresser. She looked over at him and when she saw him looking at her as if he was waiting, she sighed. "I wanted to ask you something."
"Alright," he said. "What is it?"
"My-My. ."
"You're what luv?"
"Mother," she said. "Who is she? Was she a vampire? Was she the Slayer that you're in love with?"
"Whoa now," he said, standing. "Since when are you interested in your mother?"
"Am I not supposed to be?" she asked angrily. "Oh I'm sorry Spike, am I supposed to accept that my real mother is non-existent? That she 'died in a car accident' or 'committed suicide'? I wanna know who I come from! I wanna know who I'm a part of!"
Whatever it was she was holding in her hand smashed into a thousand pieces as she filled with anger. She looked down at her hand and realized it was full of tiny shards of glass. 'Great,' she thought. 'Just what I need.'
Before she knew it, Spike was by her side. He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away quickly. He looked up at her.
"Let me see it pet."
"No," she said. "I'm fine."
"You're bleeding," he said. "You're not fine."
"If I'm bleeding, do you honestly think I'd really want a vampire to help me?" she asked, turning around and heading for the door. "Coming her was a mistake."
"Sierra! Wait!" he yelled, and she stopped. "You want to know about your mother? I'll tell you."
She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't say anything; she just walked past him and into the bathroom.
"I need to clean up first," she said, closing the door behind her.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her blonde hair put back into a ponytail, her blue eyes filled with confusion. She turned on the cold water and looked down at her bleeding hand. She held it under the water and let it wash away the blood. She noticed a piece of glass still stuck in her hand and quickly pulled it out, throwing it to the floor. She didn't care if Spike stepped on it. He was a vampire, he'd probably enjoy it.
After drying her hands, the bleeding had stopped. The cuts hadn't been deep luckily, so she hadn't lost a lot of blood.
She opened the door that led back to the hotel room and after taking a deep breath, stepped out. Spike was sitting on the bed, reading a book. He put it back down on the table when she came in.
"Come 'ere luv," he said, moving over on the bed.
She stayed silent; she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't understand why she wasn't making rude comments, or snapping at him, but it just didn't feel right.
She sat down on the bed next to him, but still keeping her distance.
"Your mother was beautiful," he said. "You look a lot like 'er." He paused. "You're probably going to be disappointed pet, but your mum isn't the Slayer. I met this girl long before I met 'er. 'Er name was Catalina. I met 'er in England, but 'er home town was. . 'Ere. She was human, had no bloody clue 'bout vampires. Till I. . Showed 'er." He stopped and looked over at Sierra who was staring at him, listening. "You sure you want to 'ear this Bit?"
"I want to know about my mother," she said.
"Where was I then? Your mum was an innocent victim. I was on a 'break' with Dru, and I came across Catalina. ."
-Flashback-
A drunken Spike sat at a bar in England. He downed yet another shot, signaling for the bartender to bring him another.
He looked to his side when a young girl in her twenties sat beside him. She had long blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Her short skirt just covered the parts of which most were embarrassed to show, her top showing a great amount of cleavage.
Spike laughed at her, before turning around and downing his next shot. But he found himself looking back at her.
The girl felt his eyes on her and looked over at him, disgusted, while she sipped on her beer.
Normally that would make him angry, but something drew him to her.
A few minutes later, once down with her drink, she stood up and left the bar. Not knowing that someone was infatuated with her, and planned on making her his.
She turned down an alley, a short cut to her house. She glanced behind her nervously, scared that someone had followed her and jumped when she ran into something, someone. Looking up, she met the eyes of the man who had been staring at her in the bar earlier.
"That your whole outfit luv?" he asked.
"I-. . It-. . It's a costume. Halloween," she said.
"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?"
"I-. . I wasn't. I was at a friend's party," she said, nervously.
"Little misleading," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "A guy could think you were-. ."
"Look mister," she said, trying to wriggle out of his grip. "If-. . If you don't let me go, I'll scream."
"What a scary thought," he said. "Go on, I dare you."
She opened her mouth to scream, but Spike leaned his head down and captured her lips in his before she could.
-End Flashback-
"And then, you were. . Made," he said, uncomfortably.
"W-Where is she now? Is she still in England? Where is she? Spike please, tell me," she begged. "I-. . I wanna know."
"I cant luv."
"Why? Why can't you tell me where she lives?" she asked.
"Cause I don't know where she is, or if she's even alive," he said.
"Why wouldn't she be alive?"
"I might have left something out," he said.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I turned her," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "Your mum's a vampire."