She looked at him confused for a minute before standing up. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She wanted to run from the room and not look back. After all, Spike couldn't follow her out. So why wasn't she? He had turned her mother, made her one of him. And didn't even care enough to stay with her.

"Sierra?"

Spike's voice brought her back to reality. She was at a loss for words. She just wanted to scream at him. She looked down at him sitting on the bed.

"Thanks for telling me," she said before running out the door.

She didn't hear Spike calling her, and even if he were, she wouldn't have noticed.

Tears were threatening to fall form Sierra's eyes, but she held them back. She had stopped running, but her heart was beating fast, her breath lost. She had nowhere to go. She couldn't run to Troy this time, this was beyond explainable. She couldn't go home, her parents would question. But she really had no choice.

"Honey," Sierra's mother, Joan said. She walked into the entryway, catching Sierra just before she could disappear up the stairs. "Where were you?"

"Out," Sierra said, stopping and turning to face her.

"What's wrong Sierra?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Mother's intuition," she said, shaking her head slightly.

"Shocking. Seeing as how you aren't my real mother," Sierra said coldly, staring into her eyes.

She could see the hurtful expression on Joan's face and could feel even more tears forming. She turned around and quickly ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.

"Wanna talk about it?" Troy asked, looking over at Sierra.

The two were at his house again, Sierra was too scared to face her mother after what she'd said. She hadn't told Troy about it, she didn't know how to without mentioning vampires.

"Nothing's wrong Troy," she said, not looking up from her book.

"When has my best friend intuition ever been wrong?" he asked.

"Mother's intuition," she said, placing the book beside her on the table.

"Sorry C, but I don't think I'm your mother," he said.

"Not you. My mother. When I came home last night, she asked me what was wrong, and I told said "nothing, why" and she said "mother's intuition" and I said "shocking seeing as how you aren't my real mother"," she said.

"So that's why you're avoiding home," he said, walking over to her and sitting beside her, taking her in his arms. "Well, stay here the night, and the next. You're welcome here forever if you want."

"I don't deserve you," she said, leaning into him.

"If anyone isn't deserving, it is I of you," he said, smiling.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, I'll marry you," he said.

She smiled, and hit him playfully. "How long have we been friends?"

"Ten years, maybe more," he said. "Why?"

"You know all my secrets, right?"

"I'd say that, yeah," he said, shrugging.

"Except for one," she said, picking at her nails nervously.

He looked at her confused and pulled away from her slightly. "You don't really want to marry me do you?"

"No, I think you're safe. There's something that I really need to-. ." She was cut off when the phone began to ring.

Troy looked from the phone, and back to her. "Hold that thought," he said, standing to go get it.

At the loss of his presence, Sierra sunk down into the chair. 'What am I doing? I cant tell him,' she thought. 'Troy, did you know that vampires and demons really do exist? And I happen to kill them? Except for one, who happens to be my father. Oh yeah, I'm sure that'd go over well!' She heard a loud crash, bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked over at Troy.

He was standing still, as if in shock. The phone was on the ground, and you could hear the muffled sound of someone talking. Sierra stood up and cautiously walked over to him, as if he was a bomb about to go off. She bent down and picked up the phone.

"Hello," she said.

'Mr. Saunders?'

"No, he's um-. . What's wrong? Who are you?"

'A nurse from the QE2 Hospital. Mr. Saunder's mother was in an accident. If at all possible, could you get him here?'

"Um-. . Yeah, of course. Is- . . Is she okay?"

'I'm sorry Miss, I don't know.'

The line went dead.
The smell of the hospital filled Sierra's nose as she followed Troy through the doors. Sierra had never seen Troy so panicked before.

-Flashback-

Sierra had just hung up the phone after having a short conversation with a hospital nurse. Troy still stood frozen, shocked by the news. He had never thought something like that would happen to him, but who ever does?

"Troy? Troy, are you okay?" Sierra asked, looking into his eyes.

"Huh?" he asked, snapping out of his daze. "Um-. ."

"We should go to the hospital," she said. "The bus comes in five. If we want to make it, we have to run." She started to head towards the door, but his voice stopped her.

"C," he said. "Do you think she's going to be okay?"

Sierra swallowed, and turned around, putting on a fake sympathy smile. "Yeah Troy, I think she will. She's strong."

He nodded before following her out.

-End Flashback-

The bus ride had seemed like hours, Sierra almost wanted to take over driving. She had never seen Troy like this. So concerned over his mother. She knew that he was filled with worry, no matter how much hate he had towards his mom; she was still his mom.

The nurse sitting behind the front desk looked up when she saw the two teenagers rush in. Sierra knew she would be doing the talking, and headed over while Troy waited behind her.

"Can I help you?" the brunette asked.

"We're here to see his mother, Mrs. Saunders," Sierra said.

"Saunders, Saunders," the nurse repeated as she looked through files on her computer. "Ah yes, Saunders. Room 248B. Just down that hallway."

Sierra thanked her before turning and walking in the direction she had pointed. Troy jogged to catch up to her and when she stopped, he ran into her, pushing her forward some.

"Here," she said, pointing to a room. Troy looked at her before walking in, her following slowly behind.

It was a single room, and his mother was lying on a bed, covered in a white sheet. The walls were a pale pinkish colour, and the smell was nauseating. Sierra hated hospitals.

She never had any painful memories of them, they just reaked of sickness. She didn't fear death, the dying never really bothered her. But the sickness, she hated. The rooms were filled of people lying there, helpless, awaiting death.

Shaking her head, she rid herself of the thoughts. Troy was leaning over his mother, who wasn't moving. She was sleeping, but looked like death had already taken her.

"I'm going to go get something to eat," Sierra said, digging into her pocket. She felt some change and was about to turn when she stopped. "Do you want anything?"

He shook his head. "No."

'What a stupid question to ask,' she thought. 'His mother is lying on her deathbed, and I ask if he wants food. He must think I'm heartless.'

She nodded and left the room quietly.
Sierra popped the change into the hospital's vending machine. She searched it for any sign of healthy food. But what was she expecting? An apple? Her eyes found a Hershey's Toffee And Almond chocolate bar, and pushed the letters below it for it to come out.

"Hungry, are we pet?"

She froze when she heard the familiar British voice behind her.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" she asked, standing and turning around.

"Sometimes you can bribe the docs into giving you blood."

"Blood that people's lives depend on. Sick ass," she said, walking past him.

"Ey now, that's not fair," he said, following her, she seemed to ignore him. "Well, yo u know what I'm doing 'ere luv. What about you? You're not hurt, are you?"

"You don't need to know," she said. "It doesn't concern you."

"Anything that concerns you, concerns me."

"Don't expect a father of the year award," she said. "A lot of people have the ability to give a damn."

"Sierra please," he said, stopping. "Are you going to blame me for your mother's death?"

"Yeah," she said, whipping around to stare at him. "You killed her Spike, so why shouldn't I blame you?"

"I didn't have a soul then," he said, trying to control his anger.

"Oh, right. You didn't have a soul. Newsflash Spike, it does not matter! Soul or no soul, you're still a vampire. And vampire's are only one thing; evil."

He was silent and she continued to stare deep into his eyes before looking away. She turned around and disappeared down the hallway. A part of her felt regret in being so harsh to him. But she tried so hard to push it aside, cover it with the many reasons to hater her father. Her biological father; a vampire.
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