Ch.12

Spike finally got home. He shed off the cumbersome feeling tuxedo, took a shower, and wore a pair of shorts for bed. Nearly collapsing on the bed, he tried for sleep.

But sleep would not come to him. He was not a granted the temporary release from reality that everyone was always given. The girl plagued his thoughts, Sair.

Bad memories came swarming in to him. Long forgotten pieces that were buried in his mind were suddenly excavated and shown with a clear brilliance. He suddenly remembered who Sair was and why he wanted to forget her.

It was during a time that was most peculiar to him. A time in which he abandoned Druscilla for a while, but before he had even known Buffy. A time in which he wanted nothing more than a mental getaway. True happiness that he was always denied as he was a vampire.

He met Lucia the vampire then. The one that would soon run the biggest crime runners in the demon world, was the one that he had fallen in love with. Together, they lived in what he thought was true happiness and for a while was, until Sair came into their lives.

Spike had lived with Lucia, feeling what was joy for the longest time, and then she took in Sair, an orphan off of the streets. She took her in like a lost puppy and doted upon her like a new one. Always giving her the love and affection she had never gotten herself, but never turning her into a vampire. She didn't want Sair to live forever, she wanted her to live a happy human life, that was a blessing in her eyes. This soon wore thin on Spike's patience and nerves. He felt more and more like a neglected older brother to a newborn sibling with each passing day. Finally, he couldn't take it, he snapped.

On the night of Sair's thirteenth birthday, he led her away from the celebration. With one swift motion, he took her life and turned her into a vampire. Lucia was shattered when she found Sair feeding on a human the next night. Spike was sure that Lucia would hate him for it, but he couldn't take the negligence. However, Sair never told her who did it and it was up to Spike to comfort Lucia from the sadness he had suddenly caused in her life.

Spike found himself on the brink of insanity. He couldn't do it anymore. He left Lucia and Sair as he set off for some other place. Before his departure, Sair had bid him farewell.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Spike had asked her.

"Because in my eyes, you did it for a reason. She had stopped loving you and started loving me. You were left out in the cold and no one deserves that feeling," she had told him, "In my eyes though, you will always be a brother to me."

Spike shut his eyes, not to try and sleep, but to ward off the bad memory. Now, Lucia was dead, killed at the hands of Dorian Gray, and Sair was a follower of him or worse. A victim of him.

He got up off his bed, it was obvious that sleep would not come to him. He instead went to his dresser and opened a drawer. After a bit of shuffling through old papers and clothes, he found what he was looking for. He withdrew a small handheld frame, inside it's borders lied an old black and white picture of him and Sair. Lucia wanted it, but he took it with him for some unknown reason. Now, he looked upon it's aged surface and saw that their smiles were not that of plastic, but genuine happiness. He was happy at one time, and Sair was with him.

Spike didn't know what to do. Should he tell Angel about how he knows Sair? Should he speak to Sair personally? Or should he just forget the whole thing? Suddenly, he felt tired. Ironic, how at the one time he needed to think, his mind needed to sleep. Without further thought, he went back into bed and slowly slipped away from the waking world, granting him a bit of peace for a little while.

His phone rang, jolting him awake in his bed. Spike groaned and looked at the clock. 6:00 a.m??

What the hell?!

He rolled over to the side table and groaned once again when the phone rang in his ears.

'Dammit,' he thought, 'Forgot to unplug it.'

Spike picked it up and after half a dozen tries, finally talked into the right way without dropping it.

"Hello?" he spoke rather sleepily, he still had not fully awakened yet.

"Spike, it's Angel," a voice on the other line said.

"Angel?" Spike repeated, "What the hell are you callin' me at six in the damn morning for?!"

"It's about the girl," Angel replied.

"What happened?"

"She's awake, and calling for you."

Spike stopped for a moment. Did he just say what he thought he said?

"What?"

"She's calling for you. Ever since she woke up an hour ago, she won't let anyone near her until she sees you."

"Oh…."

"Look, I don't really care how she knows you at the moment or why for that matter, but just get over here. She's already injured two people and we've had to lock her in the room. We don't want to hurt her, but she's not relenting so come on. I'll send a car."

And with that, Angel hung up.

Spike held his phone for a moment, and then hung it up. So Sair remembered who he was after all this time. He didn't want to see her again to be honest, all the pain being brought back to the surface, but he had to. To put himself at peace, or at least give Sair some.

Without further contemplation, he dressed and met the driver that drove him to the firm and an awaiting Sair.

Ch.13

Sair would not relent, she thrashed about in the lab room she was in. After breaking her restraints, she gashed one of the female doctors with a scalpel and punched a guy in the mouth who came down in light of the noise that she made.

Armed with her fangs and whatever else she could find in the laboratory she was in, she barricaded herself there. The only thing she could remember was Mr. Dorian fighting someone……fighting Spike.

Spike!

She remembered seeing him, but where was she now? Utter confusion arrested her thinking and was helpless to do otherwise. All she wanted was to see Spike again, he could tell her what was happening, could tell her it was going to be okay. To comfort her.

"Look!" someone yelled from the stairs that led to the lab.

Sair looked up and saw the vampire that had been talking to her for the past hour, trying to calm her down.

"We don't want to hurt you! We just need you to calm down!" he pleaded.

"No!" she shook her head, "I wanna see Spike! Not until I see Spike!"

She threw some random object at the vampire and he disappeared. Sair couldn't take it, it was all getting to her. The confusion, the memories, everything.

She fell back against the wall and slumped down to the floor. She was near crying, she wanted this all to end. She wanted it to be like the old times, when she knew Lucia and Spike. When she was happy.

Sair remembered the one day back then that she truly connected with Spike.

She was riding her horse that she had gotten for her twelfth birthday. Just recently a rider, she was having trouble taming the wild stallion.

It was very spirited indeed, refusing to have a saddle, reins, or a rider. Bucking, thrashing, and galloping to throw her off. Her body wracked with the violent movements it made in effort to dismount her. Finally, Sair had lost grip of the reins and flew off, scrambling away before the stallion planted its' hooves in her skull, but it succeeded in kicking her in the side before running off to the end off the grassy corral.

Sair led on the ground and held her side, white hot pain was searing itself through her. A few tears escaped her eyes but she held back the worst of her sobs. Stupid horse.

"You alright?" he heard above her.

She looked up, surprised to see Spike standing beside her. He smiled and helped her to her feet.

"You alright?" he repeated.

Sair shook her head, "No, he kicked me."

"Really?" Spike asked as he looked to the horse at the other end of the corral, "He throw you off?"

"Yeah," she answered as she winced from the pain.

Spike held out his hand, "C'mon, I'll help you ride him."

As he led her, she asked, "But I can't, he'll just throw me off again."

"Oh I'll fix that."

They reached the horse, who was currently grazing, and Spike went up to it. He held it's bridle to make the stallion face him and then told Sair to get on.

She obeyed and felt the horse writhe under her. She felt it ready to buck but it stopped as soon as Spike vamped out in its' face.

The horse whinnied in fear as it tried to tear away, but Spike kept his grasp on the bridle.

"Now, be a nice horsie and let her ride you," he told it, and then nodded to Sair, who gave the reins to him.

For hours, he led her around the corral on the horse, the two of them talking of different things of various topic, and never once did the horse try to dismount her from it.

When she had put the horse in the stable and fed it after her successful ride, she talked to Spike afterwards.

"Why did you do that for me?" she asked, she was always under the impression that he disliked her.

"I did it because….I don't know," he said with a wondering smile.

"Well, whatever the reason, thanks."

"No problem," he said as he went to go back to the house, "Remember, if you have any more problems with the horse or anything else, you can come to me."

"I'll hold you to that," she said.

"You can," he replied with a smile, and then walked towards the house.

She remembered she smiled that day, she smiled that day when they took a picture because of that. Spike had given her good memories, and that was the reason why she never told Lucia that he had turned her into a vampire. He was her brother, and now all she wanted was to hold him to his promise. That he would help her when she was in need, that he would comfort her when she needed him.

Tears welled in her eyes and she began to cry, the pain was too much. She just wanted everything to stop, to be happy again. Her tears ran down her face and she didn't take notice of another person coming into the room.

"You alright?" she heard a familiar voice say above her.

She looked up as she did that one day and saw Spike, just like that one day.

Sair said nothing, but jumped up and hugged him. He hugged back, as she buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

"I've..waited for s-so long…" she cried.

"Shhh," Spike comforted her, "It's alright, I know."

For the longest time, they said nothing, but just hugged each other, happy to be in one another's presence. They probably would have hugged for longer, but a voice broke into their moment.

"Spike?" came a voice from the stairs.

They both turned to face the other vampire.

"Is she okay?" he asked him.

Spike nodded and the vampire started to walk down the stairs.

Sair tensed at his approach, but was relieved by Spike's reassurance, "It's alright."

"Who is he? Where is this place?" she asked suddenly.

"Well, let them fix you up a bit," Spike told her, noting the small scratches on her face and her hands were bleeding slightly, "And I'll tell you all about that."

Sair took no hesitation, she nodded in agreement and stood by him. Almost afraid of the others that were coming down the stairs, but knowing that Spike would never let them put her in danger.

Two people, along with the vampire, came down the stairs. One person, kept a crossbow aimed at her as the other two came to the stairs.

Sair hid behind Spike, who held her hand to comfort her.

"Take it easy Weasel, she's alright," he told the man.

"She injured Fred, what makes you think you think you won't be next?" the guy retorted, still keeping his weapon at ready.

"Imagine you in her place, confused," Spike pointed out.

The guy sighed and then lowered his crossbow. Spike stayed in the same position, not revealing her. Sair cowered behind him, she didn't want to be in any trouble or danger for that matter.

"So, Spike, do you think that she's alright enough to perhaps let the doctors check her out?" the vampire asked her brother.

"I don't know, is she?" Spike asked, turning his head towards her.

Sair nodded timidly and followed as he led her to the upper floor of the place she was in. The others, except for the vampire, started to clean up the lab that she ravaged.

They all walked up the stairs and arrived at a lightly carpeted floor. There were many offices and windows, showing not much except overhead lights that were illuminating the whole floor, and the windows that showed the dark, early morning sky.

She took a seat on yet another thing of stairs, sitting on the first landing, not more than a few steps up. Sair suddenly felt tired, the adrenaline wearing off from her prior tantrum in the laboratory.

"Just relax, alright?" Spike told her, and she obliged.

He turned to the other vampire, whispering a few words so low that even her own vampiric ears couldn't hear what they were saying, and then turned back to her. Sair saw a woman that she had injured earlier in the lab below approach the two, she had a small band-aid on her forehead, but seem all otherwise, uninjured.

"You gonna be alright?" the other vampire asked her and she nodded. A different doctor, scientist, whatever the hell he was, gave her a med kit. Sair watched as the girl came up and sat timidly nect to her.

"Now Sair," Spike said and she looked to him, "This is Fred, she's a good person, she's not gonna hurt you."

Sair nodded and looked to Fred, who gave her a reassuring glance and started to dab at the scratches on her forehead with a gauze.

"Hi," she said to her.

"Hi," Fred replied as she finished dabbing at her forehead and concentrated on the slashes on her wrists that had opened themselves back up, "Now, Sair, could you tell me where you got these?"

At this, she grew silent.

"The only reason I want to know, is so that I can treat them."

After a moment of silence, the young vampire spoke, "Mr. Dorian gave them to me."

"What?" Spike said in sudden angry surprise.

"I was bad," Sair began, "I fed on more than one person, and so he drained the rest of the blood that I took away."

"He drained you of blood?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, I fed from three people, killing them….He said it was bad and so, he cut my palms and wrists. He was right, I shouldn't have eaten that many. I'm lucky he lets me eat at all."

Spike's face twisted with anger, but he did not let it out, instead, he just turned away quickly. Not wanting to show his younger sister his rage.

"But, Sair," the other vampire started, "You do know you have to eat to live."

"No, Mr. Dorian says there's a way to live without feeding."

"That's impossible."

"He says it's not," Sair told him automatically, not minding Fred as she wrapped her hands in gauze.

"Um, if I could be so nice as to interject," Fred started, "You do need to feed though Sair, your body can't heal itself if you don't feed, meaning you can get really sick."

"No, I've already fed."

"I think Mr. Dorian may have drained too much blood from you."

"No, I can't," the young vampire spoke as she stared off, "It's bad…he says so…I can't."

Fred began to say something to protest this, but Spike intervened.

"I think that's enough talking for now. Angel, do you think that we can get a place for Sair to clean and rest up?"

The other vampire seemed to catch onto something, "Uh, yeah. Um, Fred? I hate to ask, but do you think you can take Sair to some temporary room?"

"Sure, maybe Harmony knows where it is," the girl said as she gathered her things and indicated that Sair should follow, "This way."

The young vampire nodded after a nervous glance to Spike, who nodded in reassurance, and then began to walk after the doctor.

After a bit of small traveling, she was showed into a pretty ordinary room. The girl named Fred said something about it being used to house shape-shifters that had trouble keeping there form or something or other. Sair was just glad that she could take a shower and go to sleep, which she did, and did not wake up until it came to her.

Kinda short, I know, but did you expect my little twist? Didja? Didja? Didn't think so….Please review!!