Thank God for Kris, I thought as we walked. Vampire tracking senses were a godsend at the time. Twenty minutes later, we ended up in front of Spike's old crypt, that had been abandoned since Kris had moved into the house with us. He kicked open the door.
"Honey, I'm home," He yelled, a smirk on his face that I knew he inherited from his sire. Kyle, my sweet baby Kyle, lay unconscious on the floor surrounded by eight children. Children with long fangs and vampire like qualities. My breath caught in my throat, those poor kids.
"Glad you could join us," One of them drawled, his voice sounding much more ancient then his body was. The door slammed shut behind us, as about twenty full-fledged vampires surrounded us. We were unarmed in their eyes, and a perfect meal. Little did they know that I was one pissed off teenager. I kept calm, looking cool on the outside though I was terrified. I pulled a cigarette from the pack in my pocket and Kris pulled out his Zippo lighter, setting the end on fire and igniting it. I nodded and slipped the lighter under the cloth wristband covering my arm. One of the vampires grabbed my bag and began searching threw it. To him, it looked like my regular school backpack, binder and all. I raised an eyebrow as he threw it into the corner.
"You aren't here to do homework, bitch," He yelled, slapping me across the face. I simply smirked. Just you wait, I told him in my mind. Kris growled and I gave him a reassuring look before starting to walk towards Kyle. The same vampire, who had slapped me, yanked me back.
"Stay away from him," His voice was a deathly whisper.
"Have you ever heard of William the Bloody?" I asked quietly.
"Of course, me and Spike just had lunch,"
"I'll tell him you send your regards," I kicked him, sending him into the stone door. Kris and Lorne began battling with the vamps, as I rolled and grabbed the can of hairspray from my bag. I slid the lighter from my wristband and proceeded to fry three vamps at once. a little vampire, who couldn't have been more then seven when she was turned, grabbed my arm and slid a knife over it while the vampires held me back.
"MOMMY," I turned to see Kyle, and saw the same vampire slit his arm. Our blood hit the ground and it all faded to black.
I woke up to the beeping of my alarm, groaning at the thought of school and then work afterwards. Today, I could already tell, was going to be a bad day. The house was eriley quiet since Buffy had died, and I found myself wishing that Spike hadn't gone to L.A. I pondered what he might be doing right then as I took a shower and drove to school, the biggest worry on my mind being the math test I had third period.
A/n: Mwhahaha, any guesses on what happened? Review!!