" OK, Slayer, it's just you and me." Scarlett said, she sat on the ground and waited patiently for Buffy to wake up, unfortunately Scarlett had no patience and soon fell asleep.
" Look at her." Darla screamed, " She's like a freaking mole." she kicked Scarlett and Scarlett fell over. Then again she got back on the ground and started to frantically search for the coins in the moist soil and mud. She took a small glance at Spike, then looked away ashamed.
" She tried to run, Oh she's so lost." Drusilla smiled, " doesn't know how lucky she is to have us." Angelus leaned down, and pulled her up by her shabby clothes.
" What the hell do you think your doing?" Angelus asked. She whimpered.
" I was going to take a train." She whispered.
" You were going to leave us?" Angelus said annoyed. She looked away from Angelus, her eyes stopped on Spike.
How could Spike do this to me? Scarlett asked herself, he knew how much this meant to me. He knew how much I needed to get away. I thought, out of all people, he was the one I could trust the most. I thought he wouldn't tell... That bastard.
" You were going to catch a train?" Angelus asked, " with... Let's say about sixty cents. (Let's say it's about 1920)
" Please." Scarlett begged, " I'll leave for good, never come back, you guys wouldn't have to worry about anything. I would be out of your way."
" Like I've said before." Angelus yelled, he slapped her hard on her cheek, " People can find you and trace you back to me."
" Angelus." Spike said, " Stop beating her."
" Shut up, Spike." Angelus said, his face turning more red with every minute, he looked back at Scarlett, tears streaming down her face, " you got it?" he asked.
" Yes." she whispered.
" What's that?" Angelus asked.
" Yes sir." she said louder. Angelus threw her to the ground and turned.
" Get her home, clean her up and lock her in her room." Angelus said to Spike. Spike nodded. Angelus, Drusilla and Darla turned and walked away slowly. Spike looked back at the crying woman and shook his head solemnly. Scarlett looked up at him, hatred shown all over her face.
" You told them." she whispered angrily.
" I didn't want you to get away." Spike said.
" And you couldn't even do that one favor for me?" she said. She stood up, forgetting about the money, " I thought I could trust you."
" Scarlett -." Spike said, but she interrupted.
" You couldn't even let me escape them. I've been trapped in that frickin attic fortwenty years." She said.
" Scarlett." Spike repeated.
" Shut up." she spat, she turned away and wiped away a few rebel tears.
" No, you shut up." Spike said, " I have to tell you my reasons. Plus, you didn't even have to tell me you were leaving."
" I wanted to say... I wanted to say goodbye and thank you." She said.
" Well then bye." Spike said, " Go, shoo."
" I'm not leaving." She said.
" You wanted to go, now go."
" I'm not leaving." She repeated.
" Why are all women damn bipolar?" Spike screamed, he turned away from her, " can't make up your bloody mind."
" I'm not leaving." She said one last time. Spike looked back at her. She backed up against the alley wall and slid down to the ground.
" Scarlett." Spike said sadly, " I'm sorry, I don't know how you feel. I wasn't as unfortunate as you."
" Yeah you are, maybe even more." she said.
" No, your life is far more worse than mine." Spike said.
" Mine is a wreck. Yours is like a thousand wrecks." she smiled.
" A thousand wrecks?" Spike asked.
" Yeah, and that's why your life is perfect."
" Perfect?" Spike asked.
" Because of these wrecks, your one of the lucky ones." She smiled.
" Lucky?" Spike chuckled, he joined Scarlett on the ground, " I am living among three women -."
" I don't really see how that could be wrong on a guys opinion." Scarlett smiled.
" Let me finish." Spike smiled, " two of them are busy shagging my grandsire while I'm out talking with the last woman."
" I don't know how you can call me a woman." Scarlett sighed, " I am no more a woman than an everyday harlot."
" Don't say that." Spike said, " You are nothing like a harlot." Scarlett blushed and smiled.
" Yes." she whispered, " I fell in love to a man when I'm married."
" Your widowed. It's ok." Spike said, " And who did you fall in love with... Oh." Spike realized.
" I'm sorry, William." she said sadly, " Let's go back to the mansion." she stood up.
The whole walk home was in silent, neither knew what to say.
Scarlett awoke to the smell of anger. She had to look around the room trying to remember where she was - then her eyes caught the slayers eyes.
" So... Is this the infamous Scarlett?" Buffy asked.
" So, is this the infamous Buffy." Scarlett smiled. No one talked for a few minutes.
" So? Did you kidnap me?" Buffy asked a bit annoyed, " or is it called slayer-napped?"
" Don't speak in front of me. Or piss me off." Scarlett snapped, " If you say something that gets me angry I can kill you in a heartbeat."
" Oh, I'm so scared of an ensouled vampire." Buffy said, " I need to cower in fear." she cowered as much as she could.
" Just because I'm ensouled doesn't mean I wont kill." she said angrily, " and if you need me to show you I can." she stood up and stalked towards Buffy.
" Geese (I still don't know how to spell it)." Buffy said a bit scared, " cant you take a joke?" Scarlett stopped, her face still red in hatred.
" Slayer, you need to watch your mouth." she said.
" I have one question." Buffy said changing the subject, " why do you want Spike? He didn't save you from Angelus, Darla and Drusilla."
" he was the only remotely nice person that I knew as a vampire." she said sadly, " I loved him. And sometimes I even thought he loved me back."
" Can you tell me one of those times?" Buffy asked, she was now being sincere. Scarlett smiled.
(1950's) Even though Scarlett had been with them for fifty years, to the day. They still hadn't appreciated her. They were now living in New Jersey. Drusilla had wanted to see he 'Jersey Devil' (it's a urban legend that she had heard, she wanted to meet the jersey devil and if he was human she wanted to turn him, and if he was really a devil she wanted to have him join them. Angelus had, of course, did what she wanted and took her to Jersey. Angelus, Darla and Drusilla had gone dancing at the club. Which left Spike at home with Scarlett. She was locked up in her room (not an attic), and Spike hadn't seen her for several months. Sometimes Angelus would bring her dead humans, but most of the time she starved. Spike made his way from the family room to her room, the last door in the hall.
" Spike?" he heard before he knocked, " you can come in."
" Thank you." Spike said, he opened her door, she was sitting in the corner of the room, a book in her hands.
" You still smell that same." she smiled. Spike joined her in the corner, grabbed the book from her. And read the title.
" Greek mythology?" Spike asked.
" It's actually pretty interesting." she said, " Zeus, Poseidon, Aphrodite..."
" That's cool. Were you interested in Greek Mythology when you were a human?"
" No." She said, " I never really read much." She smiled.
" Well, it's been a while." Spike said.
" Yeah, a few month's." she said.
" I meant since the last time we talked." Spike said.
" About thirty years." she said.
" Yeah." Spike said.
" ... So?" Scarlett thought, " Is Drusilla still..." She started to move her arms around crazily and twitched. Spike chuckled.
" Yeah, she probably will forever be insane."
" I still don't understand why you like her. She loves Angelus."
" Love's a bitch." Spike smiled
" Don't I know it." Scarlett smiled.
" I don't think Spike loves you." Buffy said, " that's my opinion."
" Why do you act so brave beneath me?" Scarlett asked as she walked to the entrance of the room, " when even you know your going to loose the battle." she left the room and locked the door.
" Because I know I can cheat... Well, not until someone gets me out of the chains." she struggled with the chains, but she couldn't get out. Then she looked at the door, " Stupid Spike want-er."