A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! I forced myself through the writer's block for you. Well and also because it was starting to bug me. Surprisingly it didn't take that long to update…compared to before. Anyways thanks you guys. Oh and the last part is for all of you who wanted to know more about Dawn's history. Don't worry you will find out more eventually. And there is a reason behind how she got her 'power', it's not like I haven't figured it out, I have. I ramble, on with the show!
I exited Angel's office with a grin playing on my lips.
"Have a nice little chat did you?"
The smile slipped off my mouth. Why can't this guy leave me the hell alone?
"Spike" I sighed turning around, leisurely I gave him a blank stare.
He was leaning against the wall smoking his cigarette. He watched as he tapped the ash off the end and then brought his eyes up to me. He didn't speak.
God, I was beginning to grow board of this 'Who is going to talk first' game we had going on. "What do you want?" might as well loose some face instead of waste my time.
He took a drag, "Well pet, I was just wonderin' how you learned to fight like that"
Didn't I just have this conversation? "Just forget about it" I turned and continued down the hall. I knew a shadow was following me; it's words came to me from behind.
"I won't just forget about it"
I continued walking, yanking my fingers through my hair. I was tired, not just physically but tired of people bugging me. With each step I was becoming more agitated.
"I know that you can defend yourself well enough, but before I let you go fight more vamps, I wanna know what kind of training you had…and where the hell did you get the strength to fight bloody vampires?"
I gritted my teeth and didn't respond, biting back my answers, my pace quickened. I tried to stay calm, my headache had returned and so had the fog.
"Nibblet, you could've died" his matter of fact tone drifted to my ears. "You were bleedin' from the head"
I was now choking on my replies and my rage. Any attempts of staying cool forgotten.
"Just tell me," he demanded, he voice had risen.
I swiftly spun around and glowered at him, and through clenched teeth asked my question "Why the fuck do you want to know?"
"Why do I wanna know?" he echoed, eyebrows knit in slight confusion.
"Yeah, because if it's because you feel a sense of duty to Buffy, or because you want to impress her or demonstrate your love for her or whatever fucking love sick puppy reason you have, just forget it." I spat out the venom "I already told you it's a waste. She doesn't know and won't ever know" The poison dripping from my lips I waited.
"It's not about the soddin' Slayer" he shot back his anger beginning to match my own. He chucked his cigarette to the ground.
"Then why do you want to know?" I couldn't stop my voice from growing into a yell.
"Because I care about you," he bellowed back, as soon as the words flew out of his mouth, the sharpness of his eyes went with them.
My fury cooled and the haze cleared. The pounding in my head became a meek throbbing pain. My pulse slowed and my muscles relaxed.
"You shouldn't" was all I whispered as I kept my eyes held on his. I said it without a thought.
"Why the bloody hell not?"
My heart twisted with pain in response to the gentleness of his voice. I didn't let it show, my face hardened to keep the emotion in. I kept my voice from quivering as I gave my reply, "You'll end up regretting it or dead"
He lifted his chin slightly with a set jaw. "I haven't regretted it so far and am already dead"
I tried to detach myself from my feelings that were coiling around each other. It wasn't that hard; I had done it many times before. And I had to do it now; my mouth had started to move on the command of my emotions not my brain.
My composure back, I thought about what I was going to say.
"If you care about me, then you'll stop asking" I bowed my head as I turned to walk away; I was first to break eye contact, an act to show that asking him for this was hard. I believed that he had silently agreed.
This time there was no shadow as I went down the hall. I pressed the down button at the elevator. Vampires with souls are rather easy to mould I thought, the same grin was creeping to my lips. I stepped into the silver box, but as the doors began to close a pale hand stopped them.
They opened to reveal Spike. A hand at each side of the elevator doorframe he warned, "You won't get away that easy love. Tried to pull a fast one on me at the end there, almost worked too but don't you fret, I will find out what's been going on"
The doors closed leaving me staring at my empty expression mirrored in the metal.
Ok, I know I told Angel that I would go to school, and thus far I have. Considering last year I basically didn't go. Of course I had my reasons, I was a year older then everyone else, they were all proper English folk, and I had better things to do with my time. I mean how much can you learn in Grade 11 anyway? Apparently from these past few weeks it seems you can learn a lot.
The point I'm getting to is that I need a break. I feel that the 'going everyday for every period' method just isn't working for me. Well, technically I haven't been going everyday…or every period. Ok, obviously I'm not very good at reasoning when it comes to school.
One good thing coming from me going to school though, was that it was easy to avoid Spike. I wasn't going to underestimate his threat, whether or not it was made with his 'good intentions'. He said that it wouldn't be easy for me to keep my secrets, but I'm always up for a challenge.
I saw Scott's beat-up old Honda coming down the street. Defiantly not the most glamorous, but I suppose it suited because I wasn't very glamorous either. The car halted with a screech of tire. The driver's window rolled down.
Scott looked at me expectantly from inside the car. His short black hair curling behind his ears, his green eyes smiled at me though his mouth didn't.
So maybe there was more then one good thing about going to school.
His finely muscled arm opened his door, his pale skin was slightly burnt from the sun and there were tiny freckles sprinkled all over. He finally asked "You getting in or what?"
The passenger's side door was busted. I began to climb over him, but stopped straddling his body; I kissed him hard, grabbing onto his curls. He hands were on my hips, and he tasted of cigarettes. I adored it.
A loud van horn broke our heated kiss. I looked out the back window at an impatient driver waiting behind us. I continued my way to the passengers seat and Scott closed the door.
As I watched him drive carefully through the streets I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend before I came to the school. He was tall and handsome with a strong nose, soft lips, and of course had those smiling green eyes.
I suppose it was because he was older then the rest of the students, nineteen and was kind of a loner, with only a few friends. Then again maybe he just wanted a different kind of girl then the ones that were floating around in those halls. It would be right around here that the little hopeful voice in the back of my mind would pipe up. "A girl like me" it would whisper. Sadly I've taped that voice up, I now know it's useless.
He wasn't looking for a girl like me in a grand sense, we just sort of fit. We weren't in love and we weren't looking for love either, we were looking for comfort. I guess we found that in each other. He knew that I was no virgin with a schoolgirl crush, just like I knew that he wasn't some blushing boy who was just learning what it meant to be with a girl. We were both beyond that and we both knew it. True love is a crock.
For me there is no shinning knight, happily ever after there is only what I can get. Right now I can get Scott and that's suits me just fine.
I got back to Wolfram and Heart just as the sun was rising; it was Saturday.
The light beside the door to the room I was staying in was broken so for me to get to the door I had to step into complete darkness. I broke free from the shadow and entered the room tossing my bag to the floor. I pealed my clothes off; moist with sweat from fighting and stepped into the shower. Washing off the dirt, blood, battle, Scott, sex and night, I relished in the steaming water.
I wrapped myself up in the soft sheets and scrumptious smell of clean linen. With a sigh I feel asleep.
Under attack, I had to collect myself. A second wave of demons were coming at us. How did they find us? No one knew where he was going to be. Only me. This was supposed to be our place but here they come. I can hear thousands of steps, thunder coming closer. He couldn't fight, he was used to teenage boys not monsters with super strength. We had to get out of here. I hate to run.
My heels hitting the pavement, his bare feet, it was supposed to be a night to remember. It was. Hands held tight we sprinted down the deserted street. Laughter came bubbling out of us as we ran. How did they find us? I guess we were louder then we thought, but we were in love. It was all that mattered, him and me. I could have run with him forever and never tire; I loved it. The wind was blowing my hair.
I pushed my hair aside quickly. I had to find my way back soon. The sun was setting and the quiet was frightening. I frowned at the scrap of paper; it was my only hope of finding the house. Looking down I bumped into him. He was going one way I was going the other. He began to help me, lead me down the twisting streets. I liked him and I thought he liked me. He took the crumpled paper and wrote his number. I blushed. Buffy and Giles came quickly around the corner. How did they find us? We weren't near the house. We had to part.
I found him. He was crying, quietly tears slipped from his eyes. I had never seen him cry before. He didn't hide it. I kissed his face and it tasted of salt. He had a bad trip and I could see his eyes unnaturally glowing against the darkness of the night. We had separated somewhere in the shadows of magic, that hadn't happened before. It was exciting, it was new, it was scary. He clung to me. I didn't know where he went when we parted but if it was anything like where I was I could understand his tears. I was there for him like he was always there for me. The window burst open and our four other travelers came in, the same glow in their eyes. How did they find us? I must have left a trail of magic. He got control of himself quickly and I don't think they know that he had broken down.
He was broken. He was bleeding. He was cold. He was dead. He was still in my arms. He was my debt. He was all I had. They had taken him. I was supposed to protect him. What was the point if I couldn't? It was pointless without him. I'm empty. He loved me and I loved him.
How did they find us?
I woke. It was still Saturday. I got up and got dressed. I looked back at my bed, the harbor of the dreams…nightmares. The pillow was wet with tears.
Maybe there was something in Wolfram and Heart's library, a spell that could take these hauntings. But once I exited the room and went into the shadow beside the door I knew that if I found one I wouldn't use it. In the dark he was all I had.