Chapter 6

All the girls gathered round in a crowd as Madison walked into the dorm.

They all giggled as she walked in.

"Okay, what's going on?" Madison said bluntly.

"Nothing." One of the girls said.

"We just heard about you and Spike." Another said, after a long pause.

"What about me and Spike?" Madison was seriously pissed off.

"That you were, sleeping in his apartment." A red haired slayer blurted out.

"Yeah I am, just so I can get away from you. And for the record, there is nothing going on between me and him. And if you say anything else, I will not be held responsible for my actions." Madison stormed out of the dorm, how could they think that? That's disgusting.

Dawn laid in her bed reading, so much had happened in the past few years. So much good, so much bad. Dawn knew that everything happened for a reason, she understood that. She just hated the fact that her sister was dead and also her mother. Life seemed so cruel yet so kind at the same time. It didn't make sense.

One good thing she got from all this was Andrew, he had been through a lot, they all had. But Andrew had changed the most. He went from wanabe evil to good and so much in love with Dawn.

They had first starting seeing each other when Andrew moved into hers and Buffy's flat in Rome. It was a nice little flat, they had there own house maid which meant the beds were always made and the flat always clean. It was nice living in Rome; the people were friendly, well, almost friendly. Dawn remembered when Buffy got into a fight on the streets when this guy pushed past her. Dawn never forgot his face when Buffy picked him up by his ankles and dropped him on the side walk, good times, Dawn laughed at the memory.

"Hey." Andrew said walking into the bedroom.

"Hey." Dawn replied placing her book on the bedside table. Andrew took off his shoes and coat and sat on the end of the bed. Dawn started to give him a backrub.

"Do you think Spike's seeing that new girl?" Andrew asked randomly.

"Madison? No." dawn stopped giving him a backrub and sat at the side of him.

"You sure? Cause if you ask me, they're really close."

"I'm sure." Dawn got up and stormed into the bathroom. Andrew sat alone wondering what was wrong with Dawn. Then he gave up, he put it down to PMS and went to sleep.

The next day all the slayers were gathered in the library. It was one of Giles' classes, this meant, an easy lesson. Andrew was helping Giles out, his PA so to speak.

Andrew was cleaver and could read several different languages, most used by some demons. However, he was so dorky. Some of the slayers didn't know why Dawn had picked him. Obviously she wasn't going for his personality. Or was she? Maybe she was one of those girls who were into that stuff. No one knew the reason, only Dawn.

In Giles' class they learnt about the history of slayers and demons and that. In groups they were looking at books. Books on vampires and demons, slayers you name any horrible gross creature Giles had a book on it. He had big books, thin books, thick ones and small ones. One's with dusty covers, some new, some old. In other words, Giles's had books. And lots of them.

Madison's group consisted of the girls in her dorm, not all of them, but the one's she disliked the most. One of the girls was reading aloud, the red haired one, when she stopped and gasped.

"Hey, Madison. There's a section on your boyfriend in here." She laughed; all the other's laughed with her until Madison held her by the neck and told her to get lost. All the other girls followed leaving Madison on her own in a corner of the library.

She began reading aloud to herself; "'William the bloody, given himself the name Spike because of forcing railroad spike's through his victims skulls. One of the many feared vampires around, he has forged two slayers in the last century and killed them both.'"

Madison gasped herself, she never knew this side of him. Unless you count the time they got into a fight, but she never thought he killed two slayers. She was shocked.

Walking out of the library Madison was alone, again. She felt a little worried that the only friend she had made here was Spike, a vampire with a soul who had killed two slayers in his evil days. She laughed to herself at his previous name 'William the Bloody' it sounds medieval and sexy. Oh god! Did I just think that? Gross. Madison thought then walked off further down the hall.

"Hey! Madison." Someone yelled running after her.

Madison turned around to see one of the girls from her dorm.

"Hi." Madison said, shocked to see that someone was talking to her.

"I'm sorry, for laughing at you and everything." The girl was a petite brunette. She had big hazel eyes and a big smile across her face. She wasn't really pretty; she had acne, not the bad kind but still acne.

"It's okay, I don't hold grudges." Madison replied with a smile.

"Good. But still, sorry. It was Melody. She has a crush on Spike and hates you." The girl blurted out.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I'm Alison by the way." The girl held out a hand, Madison took it. She may as well have one friend other than Spike. Hadn't she?

Both girls walked together down to the canteen. They had become good friends within the space of ten minutes.

Alison used to live with her mom and older brother, Scott. Apparently she had to leave them all behind to become a slayer.

Seemed a little unfair to Madison.

Alison never knew her dad, he had abused her mom and brother when she was just two, she had no memories of her dad. All she had were pictures, most with the face ripped out.

Alison had first found out she was a slayer five months ago, she had remembered coming into Wolfram and Hart, meeting the gang for the first time. She was scared and felt left out, she hated the fact she was new. But she quickly made friends and didn't feel like the 'new kid.' She learned to live in her surroundings and get along with the people she had to, to stay on top. To be the best. She was a strong and gifted young slayer, one promised to make a great champion some day.

Madison walking into Spike's apartment, she threw down her stuff, sat in a chair and turned on the TV.

Spike was sat at the table reading some paper.

He looked at her with an annoyed expression, one which grew more annoyed when she took his beer.

"Do you mind?" he asked in his British accent all the women found sexy.

"Mind what?" Madison asked taking a sip from the can.

"Well." Spike began, standing up behind the slayer. "Firstly you come in here without knocking, slump down on my couch, turn on the TV and, oh, I'm pretty sure that's my beer." Spike took the beer can off her.

"Oi" Madison said jumping out of her seat. "Okay, you even said yourself I practically live here, and, if that was your beer why leave it where I can get it?"

"Oh so you want me to hide all my stuff now?" Spike fired back.

"I never said that. God what's wrong with you, got bad PMS or something?"

"Yeah? Maybe I have." Spike stormed into his bedroom.

"Hey! I haven't finished with you yet." Madison followed. Spike was stood beside the king size bed taking his shirt off.

"Okay, there was no need to storm off like…. Whoa." Madison said marching into the bedroom, she stopped staring at Spike's fine abs.

"Can I help you with anything?" Spike asked trying to get Madison's attention.

"Erm… nice b…. bed." Madison stuttered.

"Yeah, it's a really nice, bed. You feeling okay pet?"

"Am I ever." Madison paused. "I mean yeah, fine. Got to go. Bye."

Madison leaped out of the bedroom slamming the door and almost taking it with her.

Spike walked into his office, he hated Fridays, although he had nothing to do on the weekend, Friday's seemed to drag. It was like you could spend hours doing something, but really it would only be minutes.

Taking a seat at his desk, the other's came in. they didn't look very pleased.

"Spike, we need a staff meeting." Xander said bluntly and leaned on the back of a chair.

"Okay, what about?" spike was puzzled.

"You." Giles was the next to say taking his glasses and wiping them on a handkerchief. "You and that slayer, Madison."

"What about me and Madi."

"Oh so you and the lil' slayer onto pet names now?" Faith teased.

Spike slammed his fists down on the desk.

"Spike, the rules clearly state, that you can't have another slayer living with you. Unless you are dating." Giles said placing his glasses firmly back on his face.

"Listen, I'm the boss around here. And what I say goes. Screw the rules, me and Madison are friends and that's it. Now do you understand?" everyone nodded and left. Everyone except Dawn.

Spike sat on his desk, when he looked up Dawn was standing there.

"What do you want bit?"

"Spike, I know you loved and lost Buffy, we all did. And it's okay to fall in love again. Madison likes you and you like her. Falling in love after what happened won't make you a bad person."

"Yeah? I'm not a person though am I? I'm a thing. A monster."

"No your not. Your good, you proved that. And I know you're mad because you couldn't save Buffy. Hell I am too. But you need to move on, find a new love. Buffy would want you to."

Dawn left Spike's office, leaving him all alone.

She would want me to. Those were the words Spike was repeating in his head. Were they true? Would Buffy want him to move on?

Spike didn't have a clue, he needed time to think.

Down in a damp sewer, an evil genius was out to work. She had an evil plan, she wanted revenge. Already she had sent teams of vampires to

Go after the slayers, most had being killed by the girls, or the people form Wolfram and Hart.

However, she learnt that one of her vampires killed the boss, Angel.

She knew him better as Angelus. They thought on the same side back then, he was evil. And pretty good at it too, everywhere they went people were scared at the name Angelus. He made a name for himself, thus making a name for her and the other two.

He was a great vampire back then, until he had a curse put on him. A curse to give him a soul, ever since then he had been fighting on the side of good. It didn't get him that far though, because now, he was dust. Nothing more than a pile of ashes, probably made there way in the gutters by now. She laughed at the idea, Angel, dead. Those two words rung in her ears, made a song to her. They rhymed in that crazy little head of hers.

She laughed to herself one more time. The plan she had thought of, amused her. "The slayers won't know what hit them." She said laughing uncontrollably. Her evil laugh cackled its way out the sewers and hit the streets of L.A.