I don't need you: Stages
Higgy sighed to herself as the door squeaked to a close on its hinges.
"Are you gonna follow him?" Buffy asked.
"Nope." Higgy got up and began pacing around the shop looking at interest at the assorted magical items. The scoobies all looked at her in confusion, obviously not expecting that answer. "What?"
"Aren't you meant to? I mean, isn't he your charge?" Dawn asked. "Aren't you responsible for him?"
"Indeed I am. However, he asked me to stay away. And stay away I shall." She picked up a book from the shelf she had wandered over to and began flicking through. Clearly interested in the information hidden there.
"See, Higgy never pressures her vampires into things." Amy explained. "She prefers to let them find out that they need her first."
"They always do this at the beginning." Cheryll continued where Amy had left off. "They go off to their home, get really bad mood swings, then they realise just how hopeless they are. Then they come and find Higgy." She hastily put down the orb she was fiddling with when it began glowing red suddenly.
"It's more fun and it doesn't make them feel worthless, it lets the vampires feel that there was no other choice." Amy added. "It's a vampire power thingy. They like to feel in control all the time."
"Stupid vampire reverse psychology." Higgy whispered to Dawn who looked extremely confused at Amy's explanation. "Don't worry about it." She paused and put down her book to hastily remove Cheryll from the path of a stray arrow from the crossbow Amy was holding. "Put that down." She hissed and turned to the grinning scoobies. "So...what do you guys do for fun around here?"
The rest of the evening was spent by Higgy, Cheryll and Amy being shown the sights of Sunny Dale by the Scooby gang. Mainly the seventeen cemeteries and their residents. Most of whom became dust.
However, the slaying had to draw to a close when Cheryll was almost bitten as drowsiness overcame her. Had it not been for Amy at the last minute, there would have been one less potential in the world. So the scoobies finished off the night and arranged to meet up with the girls on the 16th, hopefully Spike would have come round by then.
* * * * *
Spike growled to himself and stalked to his crypt. Who did this girl think she is? To walk in on his unlife and order him around. Why should he listen? He had gotten on fine when Angelus had abandoned him to look after Dru by himself. Why did he need her? He was perfectly capable of looking after himself.
He threw open the door forcefully and stamped over to the fridge to grab a packet of blood. He drained it within a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, it didn't make him feel better and he sighed while throwing himself into his comfy chair, tossing the packet over his shoulder.
He flicked every channel on his telly and growled at it when there was nothing on. The growling didn't really help, but he thought it might. Growling again he got up and stomped over to the sarcophagus and began kicking and punching it repeatedly, gaining a few cuts and scrapes on his hands and a very scuffed up Doc Marten.
"Stupid bloody girl!" he yelled while continuously beating the stone case. "Why can't she see I'm fine! I don't need help! I don't have mood swings and I don't need her!" he winced as he felt a toe almost break and decided to stop. Suddenly it didn't feel so fun to kick the stonework. Actually it didn't feel fun to hurt anything at all. He frowned and went back to his chair, to think it over.
What was going on? He hadn't told the scoobies, but he had been feeling weird for a few days. Maybe he was going through Sinco, or whatever Higgy said...No! No he wasn't! He wasn't weak. He wasn't some really weak, stupid, unprepared, unloved, little freak of a vampire with a chip in his head, who couldn't admit that he needed help when he was crying himself to sleep every night for no reason. No. That was not him.
He sighed to himself and wiped his slowly watering eyes. Finally admitting to himself that something was wrong. Big bad vampires don't cry for no reason. Certainly not him...then why was he doing just that? He thought as he curled up into a ball and fell asleep with tears sliding down his face.
* * * * *
Higgy awoke to the sound of someone at the door. Grabbing her dressing gown she wrapped it round her self and attempted to smooth out her frizzy hair. Whoever it was knocked again.
"I'm coming." She called and pulled back the latch. Opening it she didn't even raise an eyebrow when she saw Spike standing on her doorstep, looking at his feet to avoid her eyes. Even now she could see the tracks from where the tears had fallen.
"I need help."
Higgy sighed to herself as the door squeaked to a close on its hinges.
"Are you gonna follow him?" Buffy asked.
"Nope." Higgy got up and began pacing around the shop looking at interest at the assorted magical items. The scoobies all looked at her in confusion, obviously not expecting that answer. "What?"
"Aren't you meant to? I mean, isn't he your charge?" Dawn asked. "Aren't you responsible for him?"
"Indeed I am. However, he asked me to stay away. And stay away I shall." She picked up a book from the shelf she had wandered over to and began flicking through. Clearly interested in the information hidden there.
"See, Higgy never pressures her vampires into things." Amy explained. "She prefers to let them find out that they need her first."
"They always do this at the beginning." Cheryll continued where Amy had left off. "They go off to their home, get really bad mood swings, then they realise just how hopeless they are. Then they come and find Higgy." She hastily put down the orb she was fiddling with when it began glowing red suddenly.
"It's more fun and it doesn't make them feel worthless, it lets the vampires feel that there was no other choice." Amy added. "It's a vampire power thingy. They like to feel in control all the time."
"Stupid vampire reverse psychology." Higgy whispered to Dawn who looked extremely confused at Amy's explanation. "Don't worry about it." She paused and put down her book to hastily remove Cheryll from the path of a stray arrow from the crossbow Amy was holding. "Put that down." She hissed and turned to the grinning scoobies. "So...what do you guys do for fun around here?"
The rest of the evening was spent by Higgy, Cheryll and Amy being shown the sights of Sunny Dale by the Scooby gang. Mainly the seventeen cemeteries and their residents. Most of whom became dust.
However, the slaying had to draw to a close when Cheryll was almost bitten as drowsiness overcame her. Had it not been for Amy at the last minute, there would have been one less potential in the world. So the scoobies finished off the night and arranged to meet up with the girls on the 16th, hopefully Spike would have come round by then.
* * * * *
Spike growled to himself and stalked to his crypt. Who did this girl think she is? To walk in on his unlife and order him around. Why should he listen? He had gotten on fine when Angelus had abandoned him to look after Dru by himself. Why did he need her? He was perfectly capable of looking after himself.
He threw open the door forcefully and stamped over to the fridge to grab a packet of blood. He drained it within a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, it didn't make him feel better and he sighed while throwing himself into his comfy chair, tossing the packet over his shoulder.
He flicked every channel on his telly and growled at it when there was nothing on. The growling didn't really help, but he thought it might. Growling again he got up and stomped over to the sarcophagus and began kicking and punching it repeatedly, gaining a few cuts and scrapes on his hands and a very scuffed up Doc Marten.
"Stupid bloody girl!" he yelled while continuously beating the stone case. "Why can't she see I'm fine! I don't need help! I don't have mood swings and I don't need her!" he winced as he felt a toe almost break and decided to stop. Suddenly it didn't feel so fun to kick the stonework. Actually it didn't feel fun to hurt anything at all. He frowned and went back to his chair, to think it over.
What was going on? He hadn't told the scoobies, but he had been feeling weird for a few days. Maybe he was going through Sinco, or whatever Higgy said...No! No he wasn't! He wasn't weak. He wasn't some really weak, stupid, unprepared, unloved, little freak of a vampire with a chip in his head, who couldn't admit that he needed help when he was crying himself to sleep every night for no reason. No. That was not him.
He sighed to himself and wiped his slowly watering eyes. Finally admitting to himself that something was wrong. Big bad vampires don't cry for no reason. Certainly not him...then why was he doing just that? He thought as he curled up into a ball and fell asleep with tears sliding down his face.
* * * * *
Higgy awoke to the sound of someone at the door. Grabbing her dressing gown she wrapped it round her self and attempted to smooth out her frizzy hair. Whoever it was knocked again.
"I'm coming." She called and pulled back the latch. Opening it she didn't even raise an eyebrow when she saw Spike standing on her doorstep, looking at his feet to avoid her eyes. Even now she could see the tracks from where the tears had fallen.
"I need help."