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For the next few weeks, Kel was like his second shadow. She would follow him around, whether they were both in the same room or the same floor, she would be there. As annoying as Spike found it he couldn't help but think of her attention to him as flattering, even if there was something wrong with her for thinking he was her sire. Who was she kidding? He could hardly take care of himself let alone an underage childe. The girl would wrap his wounds when he got hurt during a battle, silent, but gentle with a calming aura around her at all times, despite his protests. He wouldn't insist that she leave him alone. He sensed that she had to be around him for some reason though he was more of a loner these days than he ever was. He knew that she knew he believed he wasnt her sire but she didn't seem to care. In her mind, she knew who he was.
All the while, her powers had been growing in strength. She was the one who usually helped to solve the case. On one particularly nasty case, Spike came back with a huge whole in his side where a pole had been shoved through him and his whole hand had been burned badly by some demon slime. He came back exhausted but strangely satisfied. Haven't had a good brawl in a while, have you Spike? He flopped down on Angel's leather couch and winced slightly.
"Don't bleed on my couch," Angel said darkly, stalking in and also sporting various holes. Just then, Kel came in and went immediately over to Spike and sat down beside him.
"Spike, are you okay?" she asked, "I didn't realize it was a Harvak demon until you left..."
"Kel, I'm fine. No need to worry."
"But you could have died," she said painfully and stroked gently over his chest. He frowned.
"But I didn't. It's alright.," he answered.
"But you could have," she insisted and started kissing over his face, all concern and empathy. He blinked and melted slightly. This girl didn't just have affection for him. She loved him. He realized that now. Though he had no idea how she could....she barely knew him. And who would love someone like him? A vampire with a soul...pathetic. He had known Buffy hadn't meant it when she said it in the falling school. But Kel loved him unconditionally, it seemed without him even knowing why. He swallowed as the soft kisses started to get to him and realized he wasn't pushing her away. Maybe he should stop denying her love altogether. He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of her love practically radiating off of her, then opened them again. He wanted to reassure her that he could be fine as he could alreadly feel the pain fading, his accelerated healing taking over, but he wasn't exactly sure how. After all, he had never really been good at it. So he hesitantly raised his unwounded hand and stroked over her side lightly. Her cool lips stopped on his face abruptly at his touch and she pulled away slightly to look at him. He swallowed and slid his hand up her side to her face, looking steadily into her green eyes.
"Kel..." he said softly, "I'm gonna be fine," And there was a moment. He was her, remembered her. Saw her in an instant with her hair up in elegant curls and a green dress to match her eyes perfectly, stunning in front of a fiery backround. Her face was so suddently familiar. He couldn't promise anything to her but he would accept her love. One part of him thought it was selfish to take it without knowing or getting to know her but hey...vampire. Kel smiled slowly, sweetly, at him and he felt his lips curve in a returning smile.

Later, after both he and Angel had been bandaged and rested, and after Kel had left, the gang got together.
"She loves you Spike," Angel said with just a hint of envy in his voice.
"She worships you," Fred countered.
"No," Spike said firmly, "You're not doing the test. It doesn't make sense. Why would I turn a girl so young? I think I would remember."
"It doesn't make sense why you think you wouldn't. Of course you would have Spike. Who knows why but...you had a reason, " Angel sighed and shook his head, "Look, if you're so certain than prove us wrong." Spike rolled his eyes.
"Well why don't you take his blood?" he said to Fred, motioning to Angel. "If she's my childe, she would be related to him to."
"What's the matter Spike? Afraid of needles?" Angel asked, smirking. Spike glared at him.
"Of course not, you nit. I just don't think it's necessary is all," he said, "Besides, how will we get her blood? Won't it be a little suspicious?"
"You can ask her. She would do anything for you," Angel said.
"No, I can't ask her to do that."
"Why?"
"Because she trusts me."
"Because you care about her," Angel answered.
"So?"
"Uh, actually, it's not a problem. I already have a sample of her blood. Some...weird company policy," Fred cut in before Angel and Spike tried to kill each other again, "All I need is a sample of Spike's blood."
"Come on Spike. We've seen how much she acts like you sometimes," Angel urged.
"Why are you pushing this?" Spike asked.
"Because I feel something to. From the moment I saw her. And I know you do to. I saw it tonight," At that, Spike fell silent. "We need to find out what's going on Spike, whats missing."
"Uh, excuse me? Has anyone else noticed that she is still a vampire? Souless. She kills and could be dangerous if she gets too close," Gunn interrupted.
"Harmony's a vampire," Angel said.
"Well Harmony's....Harmony."
"Kel's not like that," Spike said.
"How do you know? You've only just met her," Gunn said.
"Well, she did say something about oweing somebody money when I met her but we can check into that later. I just really want to know what this is all about first," Angel said and looked at Spike who rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Fine, I'll do it. But don't be surprised when I'm right," he said.
( Twenty minutes later)
Spike stared blankly at Fred.
"What?" he asked.
"I said the results were positive. You match up with her almost perfectly," Angel smirked.
"Yeah Spike. You were right all along,"
"Well try it again," Spike said to Fred.
"Spike I've already done it three times. Typical procedure. There are no mistakes," she answered. Spike sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay so..she's my childe. Now what?"
"Well one concern is why don't you all remember each other? You have obviously had to have met each other before if you are experiencing these feelings of familiarity," Wesley reasoned. Angel shook his head.
"I don't know. It could be anything....a spell,"
"Well, I'll look at some texts on memory spells. In the meantime, I suggest you try to remember anything you can,"

1892, Outskirts of London

Spike had been watching the girl for several days now, strangely allured and intrigued by her grace and beauty. She was shy and she obeyed her parents without question while they searched for a dutiful husband for her. Maybe it was William who connected to her but his demon longed to take her, to turn her and make her into a completely different creature, despite the consequences. She was young. No older then 17, and there were consequences for turning one so young, yet not all bad.
"Do you want her Spike?" Drusilla asked, coming up behind him and sliding a hand sensually down his chest. "I can hear you singing for each other...a pretty song with birds and butterflys,"
"Do you now, luv?"
"You can have her. I will let you. And then we can sing a pretty song together," He turned and kissed her softly, smirked, then turned to go toward the middle class barn. From his observations, the girl would come outside while the night was young to take down her hair and escape from her life for a while to visit her horse. He didn't have to wait long before, right on time, she came in, the moonlight shining on her hair. She went straight over to her black as night horse and crooned to it, stroking its soft muzzle.
"It truly is a magnificent horse," Spike said softy from the shadows. Truth be told, this mysterious, enthralling act was hardly his specialty. It was more Angelus's territory but he wanted to make her curious about him before he took her. She gasped and turned quickly, eyes wide with fear.
"Who's there?" she asked, her voice clear and feminine, even in its terror. He stepped out from the shadows and saw her take a step back.
"There's no need to be afraid," he said, walking toward her. She swallowed and back up from him even more as he reached her horse. He stroked its nose and looked at her as she stared at him. He smmiled at her and knew she was successfully fascinated with him. "An Arabian. Rare in these parts,"
"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly.
"My name is William. What's yours?" She let her breath out slowly and furrowed her brows as if considering whether to tell this strange man her name. She looked back up at him.
"Keladry. But..my family calls me Kel." He smiled. Kel. He liked the name.
"Kel. That's a pretty name. But not nearly as fitting of your beauty," he said. She smiled and her cheeks flushed in a very attractive way. She ducked her head and seemed to relax a little. He walked towards her unthreateningly, sure now that she wouldn't run. "So, your parents are finding you a suitor," he said, glancing in the direction of the house. She nodded slowly. He didn't think she should ever be married off. It would break the spirit that he saw in her.
"But I don't want to. It's just that my family needs money so they are trying to find a rich husband for me," She wrinkled her nose in distaste, "He will most likely be old and grey and snobby," She glanced at him and looked away quickly. "But that's what must be done," He nodded understandingly. The girl was fascinating. He wanted to get to know her. He would have plenty of time for that, he thought and smirked.
"It doesn't have to be that way." he said. She looked at him.
"What? What are you talking about?" she asked fearfully, yet he could sense the curiosity. He took another step towards her so he was directly in front of her and she stared up at him. He reached out to brush a piece of hair from her face and she didn't pull away.
"You could live forever and be young. Never even have to marry," he continued. She narrowed her eyes even as he caressed the sides of her face.
"What trickery is it you speak of, sir?" she asked. He shook his head as his gaze fell to her neck.
"No trickery." He looked back to her big eyes, "Do you trust I won't hurt you?" He looked deep into her eyes, trying to see what she wanted. Her eyes glazed over slightly and she breahted out, slowly.
"Yes," she breathed. He nodded.
"Good girl," With that he leaned down and kissed gently over her neck, so as not to frighten her. She gasped softly at his intimate touch then swooned into him. He pulled her close to him so her soft body was pressed completely against him then vamped and bit into her gently, the blood lust taking over. She whimpered loudly and he shushed her gently, sucking harder, and harder, and--

Spike sat up, panting, the taste of blood lingering in his mouth from the dream. His demon had emerged and his stomach was growling, craving the girl's blood. The dream had been so real, so vivid. But was it? After all, it was just a dream. It wasn't necessarily true. He looked at the clock and saw it was time to get up anyways.

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Sorry i cut it off right there...but im trying to post things a little faster from now on. Plus if i would have kept going from here, it would have taken me forever to get the chapter done...its this whole thing...well anyways....review! Reviews are my friends!