Hey all! Thank you for the reviews/follows/ favorites, I really appreciate them! It really does make a huge difference and motivates me to keep on writing. I was hoping to get this chapter up sooner but I got distracted with all of the Wendy Davis madness in Texas and the DOMA ruling this morning. It's also been incredibly hot and I haven't had the desire to do anything but sit in one spot and play video games. Oops. As always enjoy!

P.S. Any mistakes are my fault its 4:11 where I live and I'm extremely tired.

I don't own skins/ buffy but if I did the new season would have been out today and Faith would have never left 3

Chapter 4

Naomi's POV

The rest of the week goes by without a hitch. The banter between Emily and I continues, much to my enjoyment. She makes sure not to show up in the Library before school again, for which I am grateful, it would have been difficult to explain why I was wielding a crossbow or carving stakes. We also agree that it would be easier on both of us if we simply met at Goldz and we would simply text one another when someone gets there first. This of course required us to exchange numbers, which in itself was enough to cause my heart to palpitate. My confidence at getting through the night with the redhead was decreasing rapidly.

Naturally as any self respectable slayer would do, apart from Buffy, I spent the early morning hours on Saturday training with Giles. It had become a routine of ours and one that I was rather fond of. It was really the only time that Giles and I would have together because Effy would normally train with us on the weekdays, which I don't mind of course, but I enjoy having some time with Giles alone. That and the one time I tried to wake up Effy on a Saturday I almost lost my eyebrows, I learned very quickly to never do that again.

"Got anything special planned for the evening?" Asks Giles, as he sits down on the edge of the table taking his handkerchief off and wiping his glasses. I swear they must be the cleanest glasses in England with how frequently he wipes them.

"Yeah, you know the usual. The gang's just heading down to Goldz, there's suppose to be a pretty cool band there tonight."

"Well good, I'm glad you're going out, you work far to hard sometimes and regardless of what you think, it gets to you."

I snort at him. "Funny you should say that Giles because I had a particularly interesting phone conversation with Buffy the other day who, and I quote 'hope that tweed bearing Englishman let's you off the leash.' She apparently was not to keen on your daily insistence of patrolling."

"Yes well, Buffy was a very different slayer than you are. In fact, you are very different than any slayer that I have met. You're work ethic is impeccable and I know you're always responsible when you go out, well for the most part I'm not naive. I was young once, I kn-"

"Just stop right there! I have already heard about you as an uncouth youth. Really Giles, sex on a police car?! With Buffy's mother!" I look at him, smirk firmly in place in a blatant attempt to fluster him. Which was successful, if Giles shocked and red face is anything to go by.

"Well... I-I...um... it was only once-"

"TWICE! Don't lie to your slayer, what kind of example would you be setting." I openly smile at his discomfort.

"Bloody hell. How in the world did you hear about that?!"

"What, you think us slayers don't tell each other everything?! Please Giles, we gossip more than the characters in Mean Girls."

"I am perpetually stuck in high school. I once thought living over the Hellmouth was the worst thing that would happen to me, but it turns out I was wrong."

"Alright, you mopey bastard, lets get back to training yeah? Some of us have places to be."

I spent the rest of the day catching up on some course work. I know riveting, but an apocalypse can occur at any moment and you better believe that I'm not going to sacrifice my grades, even if I fail at least I'll go down with good marks. Unfortunately the course work didn't prove to be much of a distraction, in fact it was rather easy, and I quickly found myself bored and thinking of the night to come. I can't help but feel anxious, anxious because it'll be the first time that Emily and Will hang out, out of school. It'll also be the first time she's fully introduced to the rest of the gang, something that's daunting in itself. But if I'm being honest with myself, I'm more worried about what I'll do and how I'll react around her with a little bit of alcohol in me, even though I very rarely get drunk anymore, Never know when a slayer will be needed after all. I have a sneaking suspicion that even the smallest of buzzes will inhibit my thinking around her and cause me to do something that I'll regret... or even worse, something that I won't.

I look outside, not noticing that time must have passed with my internal musings, I see that it is dark enough for some badies to be out and I have time to spear, so I figure a quick patrol wouldn't hurt. I don't know why Buffy wasn't all that fond of patrolling, a good bout with a Vamp always puts me in a better mood. I guess that's were Faith and I get along a really well and also like Faith I may get a bit "worked up" after a good fight. Don't judge me, it gets the juices flowing! It's also the perfect time to clear my head and get myself focused, it doesn't give me the opportunity to over examine every detail of my life, which is what I would have kept doing if I had stayed home.

Two vamps and a nasty little green demon later, It was time for me to head home and get ready for the inevitable. This of course meant that I would have to decide on an outfit. Fuck. I must pick through all of the clothes that I own, still unsatisfied with every item of clothing that I own, throwing them around the room, which is the exact place that Effy and Cook find me in when they come into my room.

"Fookin hell blondie, I figured you'd be ready already."

"I would have if everything I owned wasn't complete and utter shit."

"Aw, cute. You want to look good for her."

"Shut it Eff." I glare at her. I most certainly do not. Why would I? I don't like her or anything, there's no reason to impress her, we are just friends. Yeah right. Fucking hell.

"Who you tryin' to impress there Naomikins?"

I refuse to dignify his question with a response, sending angry thoughts at Effy for even bringing Emily up in the first place. Throughout this whole process Effy has a twinkle in her eye and a knowing smirk on her face, as always reading into my soul.

"Ohhhh, I get it. You wanna impress little red don't ya?" Cook winks at me. People really don't give him enough credit, everyone always notices Effy and her "all knowing" ways but Cook can be pretty perceptive.

"Alrighty then Blondiepops, let me get a look at you clothes eh? If there is one thing I know it's hot woman. I'll make red wanna jump you in the bathroom."

"Cook, that's not really-"

"Say no more Naomi, now stop fightin it yeah, and let me see ya clothes."

Thirty minutes later and I have to say Cook really was right, I look hot. I have on dark black skinny jeans, which I insisted on, difficult to kill a vamp in a skirt,with a forest green loose halter top being held up with a strap around my neck, showing off my shoulders and a large amount of my back, a simple pair of Chuck Taylor's, non negotiable. I wear my hair simply straightened allowing it to go wherever it felt really, and simple but smokey eye makeup to complete the I don't give a fuck but I do kind of give a little fuck look.

"Lookin fookin mint babe. Red's gonna shit herself when she sees ya." With these final words, we head out the door and to the tube, all of us ready for the night ahead.

We get to Goldz and as always the entire student body is here, even in this giant city of London we always seem to all end up in the same place, it can be quite irritating sometimes. I do a quick scan of the place and see none of the red that's been haunting me for the past week. I assume then that Emily is not yet here so I decide to text her and let her know where our table is.

Hey Ems, Hope you're not lost in big bad London. We have a table in the corner a little bit bast the bar, can't miss it. If you can't find us, text me.

-N

I must have written and erased the text five times before I figured I'd just send whatever I had written. I shortly received a text back.

Almost there, Katie just HAD to buy a pair of shoes that were on sale earlier, took forever coming back so were a bit late. Be there in 5 x

-E

An x? Did she mean to put that there or was it a mistype? Does it still mean a kiss or is that something that people don't do anymore? So she wants to kiss me then, right? Fucking hell. Effy must see the deep frown that was apparent on my face because I hear her speak to my left.

"Relax Naoms. Get out of your head. Don't over think this." I send her a grateful smile, she always knows what to say to calm me down, she also knows what to say to royally piss me off.

"Hey guys." I hear the unmistakable husk of my favorite redhead. I look up to find her staring at my top. Thank you Cook. I have a smug smile on my face until I finally look at the rest of her. She has on a sleeveless maroon top that shows off her arms perfectly, and is shockingly not clashing with her hair which is up in a poof that is absolutely driving me wild. On her legs she wears the tightest pair of dark navy jeans that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, with a pair of heals that brings more attention to her perfect legs and arse. Shit. My mouth almost falls to the floor and she most definitely notices.

"See anything you like?" She says with a quirky eyebrow raise. I decide to mess with her a bit.

"Not really no, but I was a bit distracted by this redhead who wouldn't stop perving on me." Is that a blush that I see on her cheeks? Gotcha Fitchy.

"Well at least her mouth didn't fall to the floor. Seriously Campbell, I thought a bug was going to fly into it. Now stop perving on each other and sit down lezzas." I hear the distinct lisp of Emily's twin from behind me, obviously taking a seat while Emily and I were... distracted. Effy had moved to the other side of the table sitting next to Katie, leaving the only two spots open on the other side of the table for me and Emily. Bitch planned that one. I slide into the table, extremely aware of the redhead following closely behind me. We accidentally brush against each other and it's like I was struck by lightening, causing me to go completely stiff and if I'm not mistaken it causes Emily to do the same. Good to know. The only thing that knocks me out of my Emily haze is the scene happening across the table from me. Effy and Katie are sitting straight as a ruler, Katie's face showing one of confusion and Effy's one showing... fear? What the hell is going on there!? But before I could think about it further I hear Cook speaking to the rest of the table.

"Let's get this party started! What'ya say to a game of Never Have I Ever? Give us a chance to get to know the juicy bits about dearest Katiekins and Emilio." The table all agrees and Cook goes to the bar to fetch a boat load of tequila shots. Fuck it, I can drink tonight, I already patrolled for a bit. It'll be fine.

After a few rounds of never have I ever's the table is feeling quite tipsy and the topic gets more and more sexual and intimate, as always.

"Never have I ever slept with a bloke." Cook says, resulting in everyone but the guys, Emily and I to not drink. Emily is next.

"Never have I ever been in love." She looks at me when she says this, causing me to quickly look away. Katie and myself are the only ones who don't drink to this. Everyone else at the table either been in love or are in a loving relationship at the moment. We go around the table a few more times, everyone getting more and more tipsy as time goes on. Though Cook excused himself to get a smoke outside. It's now Effy's turn, which utterly terrifies me because she is getting more and more personal with people as time goes on.

"Never have I ever..." She looks directly at me with a mischievous look in her eye. "Been so afraid of love or commitment that I shut out every opportunity presented to me, choosing instead to go through life lonely and miserable and adopting a nickname such as the Ice Queen. And I've ceertainly never fought against something that makes me completely whole and feels completely right because I'm afraid of letting myself show an ounce of vulnerability." She finishes it off with a smirk and a challenge in her eyes, knowing that everyone around the table knows that she is directing this one at me. It's not Effy's smug look that gets to me but the feeling of Emily staring at the side of my head. I can feel her beautiful brown eyes searching the side of my face for any sign of agreement, knowing full well that it is all about her. Thankfully before I am able to respond or to take a shot, Cook comes jogging over to the table.

"Blondie! Babe, gotta take out a va-... go outside with me for a bit. There's that thing that we didn't do yeah?" I see Cook desperately trying to communicate this to me with his eyes, which isn't easy to see because I've had more to drink than I thought. I stand up from the table and the world moves a bit more than I anticipated but I should be good enough to take out one single vamp.

"Um right that thing. I gotta go take care of that, I'll be back in a jif guys."

I head away from the table and go directly outside to the back of the alley were Cook said the vamp was heading with a young girl. I walk over to the vamp with every intention of simply staking him in the back before he notices but the alcohol can't help but let out a snide remark.

"You know, I always found eating in an alleyway to be pretty barbaric. Nothing says fine dining like looking down at your feet and seeing garbage and condoms." The vamp turn around with murder written all over his eyes. He pushes the girl away and lunges at me, I dodge to the left but I do it slower than I would have normally because of the tequila. I quickly turn around but I don't see the vamp. I suddenly feel a fist connect with my face. Perfect. I roll away and turn around and see the vamp. We exchange a number of blows, both of us landing a few hits which in itself should have been a warning that I had drank to much, he shouldn't be getting any hits landing. I gain the upper hand for a bit and I slam him against the the wall effectively knocking him out, pull out my stake to finish the job when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and another arm wrap around my throat. FUCK! If I wasn't drinking then I would have heard the Vamp sneak up behind me and I wouldn't be in this situation. I try my hardest to break out of his grasp but the alcohol is making fighting him off difficult. I feel him start to push my head to the side and pull me closer. I'm going to die. The last thing I picture before I feel a sting at my neck is Emily, Emily and her beautiful smile, red hair and cheeky little bum. I guess If I'm going to die, I'll do it thinking about her. I feel a puncture on my neck and silence descends upon the alleyway.

Will Naomi die? You'll have to wait and find out. I do plan on starting the next chapter tomorrow so if everything goes to plans it should be up extremely soon but I make no promises. Also I had to have a bit of Keffy action, I haven't not been able to ship them since I read "99 Problems" by HyperFitched, seriously go read that.

Until next time! :)