A shorter chapter but it leads up to what I love the most, the love scene so bare with me!
Jerking up, I saw standing strongly above us an afroed African American, leather clad woman.
A slayer.
I shot a quick glance at the look of surprise turned evil pleasure on Williams face before I leapt off and he threw his weight back then forwards to hop roughly onto his feet. The Slayer summer salted and aimed a forceful blow at William then backhanded me and knocked us both down.
William's head bounced like a rubber ball of the cement. I whipped back up in a firey anger unfelt before by me.
"You are dead!" I yelled as she aimed another kick at my chest.
I caught her foot and flipped her onto the ground hard while I kicked her repeatedly in the ribs. My mind went black and I did not remember being beaten or getting a clumsy stake in the stomach.
I had a flash in my mind of lying on the ground and watching William awake in anger, see my listless eyes and swoop out of view. The muffled and confused sounds of fighting reached my ears as my eyes closed dizzily.
I was floating, being quickly carried through the dank sewers and being lifted through the stairs to the warehouse. I was laid in Spikes bed with his black silk sheets I could feel them. I felt a raking pain as someone with clumsy gentle fingers cleaned and patched my wounds.
Just as he went to cover me up I breathed his name and locked him in another slumbering death grip, this one weaker with only a grunt of pain from one or both of us before falling unconscious. He did not try to leave this time.
I awoke. It was night and the moon glowed though out William's scruffy but delicately masculine sleeping quarters. His arms were interwined around mine and I fit there perfectly. All my existence had I never felt so perfect. In such harmony with another person.
I was still sore, but my wound was quickly healing. All around me was his scent and his tender, hard warm body eloping mine in an accidental sleep embrace.