The starkest green eyes; the craziest hair known, with numerous piercings and tattoos. Her name was Anais, she was 18 and she was absolutely BEAUTIFUL. The only thing though, she was the friend of the Slayer's sister. Bloody hell.

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The first time I met Anais, it was about 4 months ago and I was coming home to my crypt, or whatever you want to call it. I was walking towards my front door when I heard rustling from a bush next to my house.

"Who's there?" I asked the darkness. Rustling was all that answered me. "I said, who's there!?" This time a girl stepped out of the bush.

"Wh-Who are you?" she asked me, frightened.

"Spike," I told her slowly. I looked at her, tipping my head trying to figure her out. "Who're you?"

"Anais. Anais Walker," she answered. Now, Anais looked at me, as if she was trying to figure ME out. "C-Could you help me?"

 "That depends."

"Please?" she stepped closer to me and I noticed that her bottom lip was pierced 2 times, she had her labret pierced, she had a Maddonna piercing, her nose was pierced, the bridge of her nose was pierced and she had 3 studs through her left eyebrow. Her eyes looked like they were tearing up.

"Fine. Just PLEASE don't cry. I can't STAND when girls bloody cry," I told her.

"Thank you. Thank you." I led her through my front door and she gasped. "Wow."

"Yea. Yea. Come on." I led her into my living room and told her to sit on the sofa. In the brighter light, I saw that she had several tattoos and her hair was blue and very spikey. There were a couple tattoos that caught my eye, such as the barbed wire that "cut" into her wrist and the animal scratches that was across her chest. The tank top she wore was low cut, revealing enough, but not too much and she wore a ripped jean skirt. I tore my eyes away when she looked up at me.

"Where am I?" Anais asked me. I looked at her, probably looking shocked.

"Sunnydale," I told her bluntly. She looked around my home.

"Am I safe here?" she questioned. I rose my eyebrows. She obviously knew nothing about Sunnydale.

"If you're careful, you are," I replied. She nodded slowly. Anais went to stand up, but stopped, muffling a cry of pain as she grabbed her wrist. I looked down at her. "What did you do?" She shrugged.

"I was in a fight. Um, my mom twisted it hard because I went out and got another tattoo," Anais explained.

"Your mum?" I asked confused. She nodded. I shook my head sadly.

"Is there a place around here where I could crash for a while?"

"I think I could talk someone into taking you in. At least until you can get on your feet," I said looking down at the confused girl on my sofa.

"Really?? I'd appreciate that," Anais told me, yawning.

"I'll be right back, Anais." I walked into my bedroom, grabbing a pillow and a blanket, before going back out into the den. "Here." She looked at me. "You can crash here for tonight. I'll talk to someone tomorrow." Slowly, Anais took the blanket and pillow from my arms.

"Thank you, Spike. I really appreciate it."

"Yea. Well,  good night." Then, I left the room, going into my bedroom to sleep myself.

The next night I talked to Buffy Summers about taking Anais in and she jumped at it, because she didn't want me eating the poor girl. As if I could, with this bloody chip in my brain.