Old Flames and Mud Slides
Chapter 2: Old Flames and Mud Slides.
I was in a house. My house, was it? I couldn’t remember anymore. I walked into the kitchen, and could feel the fear rolling off in waves, before I could even see what was happening. In the middle of my average, everyday kitchen was a monster. Leaning over my mother, who was shaking with complete and total fear.
I was 15. Helpless. And Could do nothing to change the outcome. Mum would be dead in minutes.
The monster. Angelus leaned closer. His fangs inches from my mother’s jugular.
And just as the blood flowed from her neck and the screamed filled the air, I woke up with a start in bed.
I tried to calm my panting breath, as I looked down at Oz. I smiled softly. He was always so cute when he slept. So childlike. Fragile.
There was a soft knock at the door. I sighed, and loosened Oz’s arm from my waist. I quickly threw on my skirt and shirt. And ran to open the door.
Spike was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall. “ ‘Lo Dru.” He said.
“ Hey.” I said stepping into the hallway with him. “ What are you doin‘ ‘ere?”
He completely ignored my question. “ You sleeping with the wolf-boy, now?”
“ Why?” I smirked. “ Jealous?”
He looked up and down and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. “ Don’t flatter yourself, luv.” He lit his cig, and started to smoke it in front of me. I coughed slightly. Guess you don’t really have many pet peeves when your insane and a vampires. But then again, I didn’t have to breath back then.
“ Then, why are you here?” I asked.
“ Wanted the life story before every one else.” He said as the cig bobbed up and down in his mouth.
“ In the hallway?” I said glancing around.
Spike smiled. A spread of lips. An innocent smile that wasn’t all too innocent. I’ve learned to notice this. When you spend over 100 years with someone, you notice their habits. “ Well, I was thinking you room. But I didn’t expect wolf-boy to be without clothes.”
“ Shut your face,” I said only half joking.
“ C’mon. We’re going to my room. Where they’re aren’t naked were-wolves.” Spike said walking down the hall.
“ Maybe because you can’t get anyone naked in your room.” I smirked.
He shot daggers at me with his eyes. I shrugged. So-orry. Someone’s a little sensitive. “ So,” I said as we stepped into another room. “ Heard about Sunnydale.”
He nodded. As I sat down on his un-made bed. “ Care to tell me what really happened?”
“ How do you know you didn’t hear the truth?”
I nodded sarcastically. “ Yeah, Sunnydale was ruined by a mudslide.”
He laughed. “ Well, you never know.”
“ Spill, kid.” I said.
“ I’m not a kid, remember? You’re the 17 year old.” Spike said defensively.
“ I may look it, but I’m still older then you, my childe.” I said. He grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘bloody women’. I sat on his bed.
“ Bloody sire, would be more like it.” I smirked. He rolled his eyes as he took a seat across from me.
“ Right.” Spike said sarcastically.
“ So, tell me about Sunnydale.”
“ Later.” He said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “ Tell me about you and fur-face.”
“ Don’t call him that.” I said. Spike smirked at me again. “ There‘s nothing really to know.”
“ Oh, please.” Spike said, “ The smell of lust was rolling off that room like a dust storm.”
I screwed up my face. “ Spike, that’s disgusting!”
He grinned at me. “ So, tell me… How’s life been for you?”
The usual crap, piled on top of more crap. “ Fine.” I shrugged. “ You?”
“ Deprived.” He smirked. He looked at me, in a way that was entirely wrong. And I realized how long it had been since Spike had sex. A long while, as far as I’ve heard.
Looked at him. I’m going to have to been him off with a stick. “ Oh. Really?”
He nodded, never taking his off me. “ Really.” Shit.