Harmony the Vampire Slayer Chapter 8: Mommy?
A/N: Sorry about the wait. I had a minor case of writer's block. And, admittedly,
whenever I sat down to write, I just didn't feel like it. And I've been working on a one-
shot. So sue me. Actually, please don't. :-)
A/N 2: Ooh! Reviews!
Mark L.: Thanks for reviewing, Mark. The Harmony/Spike 'relationship' will be a
surprise...
Mark L. (2): OK, then... I'm scared. Lol. Just kidding. Thanks for reviewing again.
Raheem: Thanks. Here's your favor ;-).
Karmawiccan: Thanks for reviewing. It's okay, hope ya had fun. :-)
Update: Thanks for pointing that out; I really need to get a beta reader... I am so dumb...
A/N 3: This is going to get a bit confusing because of a flashback, and also might move a
bit... slow. Just hang in there, please.
"So... Thanks for letting me stay here. What's your name again? Sorry, I have a horrible
memory. Like Dory from Finding Nemo!" Andrew thanked Wesley. Wesley was sitting
on the vanilla colored couch, drinking tea, and Andrew was lounging in an overstuffed
green recliner.
"The name's Wesley. And you're welcome. But how old are you again?" Wesley
inquired.
"Fifteen." Andrew answered.
"That means you're a... what, junior?" Wesley implored.
"Yep. Or, at least I was. Before I came here."
"Well tell me, are you going to be staying long?" Wesley tried to converse with the boy.
"Um, I'm not sure. I'll have to call the orphanage." Andrew replied.
"Orphanage?" Wesley had definitely not seen that coming.
"Um, yeah. I sort of ran away." Andrew confessed.
"Well. We'll work something out. Where was the orphanage?" Wesley tested the boy's
trust.
"Um, Cleveland." Andrew answered. Another Hellmouth. Wesley was alarmed.
"On another Hellmouth?"
"Yep. Stupid demons and vampires, y'know, they couldn't go bite some other town."
Andrew complained, with reason.
"Yes, well, there's a Hellmouth here too." Wesley stated the obvious.
"Yeah, I know. But I figured anywhere was better than in Cleveland at the orphanage."
Andrew said.
"Well, we'll call them and see what we can do." Wesley assured.
FLASHBACK
Harmony's house, October 2nd, 10 PM
Harmony and Spike walk in the door, Spike wearing his leather duster, thus obscuring his
'cut.' Harmony's mother comes down from the staircase.
"Who is he and why is here?" Harmony's mom, Linda, asks. She is blonde, like
Harmony, and has green eyes. She's wearing flannel pants and a baggy T- shirt. It looks
like she's about ready to go to bed.
"Um, just a tutor. He'll be gone by eleven, don't worry, Mom." Harmony answers
truthfully. Well, not exactly, but mostly.
"Fine. He better be gone by eleven." Linda answers sternly.
"Hello, dear, how are you? What's your name?" Linda asks, this time addressing Spike.
"I'm fine, the name's Spike, Mrs. Kendall." Spike answers politely.
"You're a polite one. May I ask how old you are?" Linda pries, at least in Harmony's
view.
"I'm eighteen." Spike responds falsely. He is actually over a century old, but Harmony
and him had discussed that if such a thing were to come up, this would be Spike's
answer.
"Alright, I'll leave you two alone." Linda winks. Harmony rolls her eyes.
They walk into the kitchen and Harmony gets something for Spike's 'cut.' A 'cut' is
what he calls it, but it's more like a gash. These are Harmony's thoughts as she takes the
First Aid kit out of the bottom drawer. It contains a pair of scissors, bandages, and
assorted other medical emergency related objects. Harmony walks over to Spike.
"Okay Spike, I need you to take your shirt off so I can put this on." Harmony says,
holding up a large bandage.
"Anything for you, luv." Spike takes his shirt off, revealing a tattoo of what looked to be
a large black hound with obviously fresh blood on its teeth. Harmony shivers visibly.
Harmony rubs the spot with alcohol and Spike winces a bit, though it's apparent that he's
trying to conceal it. She puts the bandage on Spike's 'cut.'
"Bloody hell, you don't have to hurt me more." Spike complains good- naturedly.
Harmony shoves him playfully.
"Come on; you can sleep on the floor tonight if you want."
"But you told your mum that I would be gone by eleven." Spike, always one for
following rules, objects. "So? Mom's not gonna come check on me anyway."
"Fine. Bloody fine." They walk up to Harmony's room and Spike gazes around
amusedly. The room has white walls, with unicorns stenciled onto it. A window is wide
open. There's a white canopy bed with a bedspread and a pillow with, lo and behold, a
unicorn embroidered on it. A white dresser, desk, and shelves above the bed hold various
unicorn figurines.
"Sorry about the unicorns. I like them. Now turn around so I can get ready for bed."
Harmony explains. Spike obediently turns around. Harmony changes into a pink sports
bra and slim white velvet pants; the ensemble probably was worth four of the average
persons' outfits. Spike turns back around, only for his lips to meet Harmony's. He turns
his head, ashamed. Turning his head toward Harmony once again, she is shocked to see
his game face on. He jumps out the open window into the starry night. Harmony resists
the urge to scream, and instead climbs into bed, crying silently.
END FLASHBACK
"Harmony?" Wesley waved his hand in front of Harmony's face. Harmony jolted with a
start. She had dozed off.
"Oh, sorry. I was just... thinking." Harmony apologized.
"Thinking is good. 'Cause without thinking, y'know, you wouldn't be able to, think, and,
am I rambling?" Cordelia blurted out. Wesley stifled a laugh. He was surprised how easy
it was to get along with these girls. He was thirty, not quite old enough to be their father.
He had only just graduated to a Watcher when he had been called to Sunnydale.
"Harm? What happened last night?" Cordelia asked of her best friend. Harmony
proceeded to tell the gang, sans Andrew, Spike, and Devon, what had happened.
"Well." Wesley breathed a sigh of awe.
"Well? That's all? Some guy kisses me, and then goes all 'Grr' and jumps out of my
window, and all you can say is 'well'?" Harmony snapped in an obviously irritated tone.
"I'm sorry Harmony, but it was a little surprising..." Wesley explained.
"Okay. Fine, whatever." Harmony plastered a smile onto her face, though it was obvious
it was fake.
"So, do you think he's evil again, or what?" Cordy asked.
"Well, it's impossible to tell at this stage, but, I'm just having a hunch, you see, I think it
might just be regular teenage nervousness." Wesley stated, all the while cleaning his
glasses.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say 'Huh?'" Harmony quipped.
"Well, if I remember right, Spike was only... twenty-one years old when he was turned,
and was much more sensitive than a lot of people were back in the eighteenth century.
So, I think it might've just been that he wasn't sure how you would react, so he took the
easy way out." Wes explained.
"Oh," Harmony glanced at her watch, "It's almost eleven, Wes. I've gotta go to English
and listen to Ms. Moore blabber about predicate nominatives and nominative predicates
and whatever else." Harmony waved good-bye and walked out of room five hundred
fifty-five.
Harmony was deciding what to wear, as she was going to the Bronze that night. Evening
spread its long, gnarled hands over Sunnydale, inviting the baddies to come out.
Harmony wrote a note on a piece of paper and stuck it to the refrigerator, using a magnet,
with her name on it, in pink, with the image of a unicorn grazing on it.
Mom and Dad,
Went to the Bronze tonight, will be back around 11 PM, hopefully. Luv ya!
XOXOXOXO Harmony
Harmony stuffed a stake and a few small jars of holy water into her purse and walked out
of the house.
Harmony met up with Cordelia and Andrew, who had gotten directions from Wes as to
where the Bronze was. Andrew was telling them about himself and the girls were
listening intently, as hard as that was to do in the Bronze, especially with a band called
the Bottomless Violet Holes playing on the stage. It was an all girl band, and they all
wore purple tops and black leather pants. Harmony was a bit disappointed that Spike
wasn't there, but she kept that to herself.
Buffy came out of Ripper's lair, aiming to shake Spike's faith to Harmony. Wearing an outfit
typical of female school goers during the present time, a red blouse and black pants, she
knocked on the door of Harmony's house. She also held a stack of books in her arms,
complete with a backpack. Linda, wearing a flowered summer dress, answered the door.
"May I help you?" Linda asked expectantly.
"Um, yeah, is Harmony home?" Buffy asked in a 'polite' sort of way.
"No, she went to the Bronze. Are you one of her friends?"
"Yeah, she was going to tutor me. We were going to have a sleepover." Buffy explained.
"It's only ten-thirty; she said in a note that she'd be back at eleven, but you can stay here
'till she gets back, maybe have a drink." Linda offered.
"Sure. Thanks Mrs. Kendall." Buffy entered through the door, any barrier that was there
before gone.
"What would you like to drink? We have orange juice, milk, water, Pepsi, or lemonade."
Linda asked.
"I know what I want, Mrs. Kendall. I'll just drink you."
In his crypt laying on his bed, suddenly Spike smelled the scent. Buffy's. He put a shirt
and shoes on, and raced out of the barred door. Following her scent, he ended up at
Harmony's house. Great, just great!
"Harmony?" Spike called, entering the house.
"Spikey! Want some?" Buffy was standing, a limp Linda in her arms, game face on. The
refrigerator door was open, and an empty orange juice gallon lay open, the orange
colored liquid spilled on the floor at Buffy's feet. Spike stared in disbelief. School books
were scattered all over the living room floor, like someone had just dropped them there
"Buffy! Put her down!" Spike changed into his game face.
"Okay," Buffy threw Linda's limp form to Spike, and leapt out the window, shattering it
in the process.
At the same time, Harmony was just getting home. The door was open. It is pretty hot, so
maybe Mom just left the door open to get some air. Not a good idea in Sunnyhell.
Harmony walked through the door carefully. Spike stood, Linda in his arms, two holes in
her neck, his game face on. Harmony stared in horror.
"Spike!" Harmony angrily screamed, kicking Spike in the back, with high heels. Spike
crumpled, along with Linda.
"Wait, Harmony! It's not what you think!" Spike pleaded.
"Out! Now! I will stake you! I'm not afraid to!" Harmony hoped she sounded more
confident than she felt. Spike ran out the door, figuring it was better to go now than get
Harmony even more mad at him.
"Mommy?" Harmony said in a weak whimper. Quickly, she dialed 9-1-1.