The fight had ended with only three of them left standing…well, alive at any rate. Gunn had lasted a half hour more before he’d succumbed, a sword in one hand and an ax in the other. Angel took on the dragon only to have his glory stolen by Sarah as she slammed her sword into its brain. She’d thanked him for distracting it. He forgave her but only because her move had prevented him from becoming a crispy critter. Illyria helped bring down the giant before falling under a horde of stone demons. It was at that point that Sarah started to glow. She’d ordered Spike and Angel out of her way then pulled a move reminiscent of the Judge and sent a blast of fire into the nearest demons. The fire continued until the legions before her were ablaze, then she’d promptly passed out, leaving the two vamps with a much more manageable number of twenty to deal with. Spike scooped up the fallen woman and placed her prone form behind a dumpster, the safest place he could find, while he and his Grandsire finished off the remaining demons.
The Quetzar dissolved into a puddle of pink goo as Angel’s sword removed its head from its body and all was quiet but for the sound of the rain. Dropping his weapon the bleached vampire retrieved the still unconscious Sarah as Whistler stepped into the alley.
“You guys did good. Hurt ‘em real bad.”
“Whistler?” Angel began. “What?”
The demon regarded Spike.
“Brought your girl back,” he said. “Did what we had too to keep her safe, like you asked us too. She won’t remember any of it at first; but it’ll start coming back to her.”
“Who…” Angel began again, and then looked from Spike to the young woman in his arms as understanding dawned. “Your Mate.”
“Couldn’t let the Council have her,” the younger vampire explained, a little overwhelmed. “Once I found out that she’d be a Slayer…”
“Council’s different now,” Whistler hinted.
“Right,” Spike agreed then turned to leave, but the other demon stopped him.
“Few things first,” he said. “Your girl’s a power vacuum. That little fire’n’ice trick she pulled’s just the tip of the iceberg. The powers’ll keep coming and she’ll need help and training…”
“I’m already goin’ to the bloody Council so jus’ quit harpin’ on it!”
The other demon held his hands up.
“Just saying what I’m supposed to, don’t shoot the messenger.”
He turned to Angel.
“As for you, your Shanshu’s not lost, you just gotta work a little longer for it s’all, preferably someplace else. Get your things in order but leave soon. But first, the Powers have a little something for you two. Just a bit to tied you over, Angel, until you can get that fancy new heartbeat. And a reward for you Spike, for puttin’ up with their crap over the years.”
“What is it?” Spike asked, a bit apprehensive.
“Can’t tell ya, I can just give it to ya, but it’s good, trust me.”
“The last time you said that I wound up grieving my Mate,” Spike accused.
“Um, sorry?’
“Whatever, just get on with it,” the vampire groused.
“One more thing, you and your girl need to be on the road right after I do this.”
Spike and Angel gave him exasperated glares. He raised his hands and snapped, lightning streaked, thunder clapped. /and if this was the show everything would go black/
After the unflashiest bit of magic Spike had ever born witness to Whistler had directed him to Sarah’s blue Corsica, the backseat loaded with bags and a hefty wad of cash in the glove box. After a brief stop at his apartment to pick up some clothes and spare cash of his own Spike steered the sturdy car onto the freeway; wanting to be out of L.A. and in a motel of some sort before daybreak he pushed the speed limit as far as he dared. Somewhere between Los Angeles and the distant motel, Sarah woke. Remembering the past few hours she sat bolt upright and winced as her sudden movement reopened the jagged claw marks that marred her left arm.
“Fuck!”
Spike looked over at her then turned down the ACDC CD he’d found in her collection and handed her the first aid kit he’d grabbed from his place.
“How you doin’ Pet?”
“I’ve been better,” Sarah replied, wrapping her arm in gauze. “What happened? Where are we?’
“Well, you burned most of the demons then passed out. Angel ‘n I took care of the rest then that Whistler bloke showed up, explained some things, did some mojo ‘an sent us on our way.”
Spying a decent looking motel Spike pulled into the parking lot with a half hour to spare. He opened the door and turned to her.
“Stay here a bit, I’ll get us a room.”
Sarah nodded and watched him go, shock settling in. She was in another dimension, vamps and stuff were real, she was a *Slayer*, she had powers, the list just went on. The woman started to shake.
The nightshift manager was startled out of his semi-doze as the door slammed open, admitting a soaking wet bleached blonde wearing all black. He eyed the man warily, this type usually meant trouble.
“Can I help you?’
“Yeah,” Spike replied. “We need a room ‘til about nine tonight.”
“Only room open’s 314. Hope you and your friend don’t mind sharing a bed,” he said and tallied the cost.
“Just as long as we can get a decent eight hours,” Spike replied then handed the man the cash, receiving the key in return.
“Thanks,” the vampire said, then headed back into the deluge.
He sat the shaking Slayer on the bed then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower over the tub. She was in shock and he wracked his brain trying to remember what needed to be done. Spike knew that she needed to be kept warm but couldn’t remember if she should eat or not. Deciding that she’d have to, sooner or later, he realized that he’d have to make a trip to the vending machines before the sun came up. As if conjured by his thoughts Sarah appeared in the doorway, pale but no longer shaking, her brilliant blue-green eyes wide and a bit unfocused, she reminded him of Dru on her-not-so-good-but-not-totally-homicidal days.
“Sarah,” Spike said softly.
She blinked rapidly several times then focused on his face.
“Here pet,” he said slowly. “Got the shower goin’ for you. Hop in, get nice ‘n clean. I gotta get our clothes outta the car ‘fore the sun comes up but I’ll be right back, yeah?”
She nodded. “Shower.”
More focus came back to her eyes and her demeanor became less dreamy. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“You’re sure?’
She smiled softly. “I think I can handle five minutes by myself.”
“Right, good.” He headed out the door then turned. “I was gonna get some stuff from the vending machine, is there something specific I could…”
“Chocolate would be really good right about now.”
“Chocolate it is.” He left, closing the door behind himself.
Sarah heard the room door open and close and leaned over to plug the tub but stopped when she realized just how gross she was.
“Shower first,” she told herself, to get rid of all the blood and grime and goo and whatever the hell else she was covered in, then a nice long, hot soak was in order.
/wonder if Whistler packed my bubble bath/
Spike jogged to the car and grabbed his bag then looked apprehensively at the six other bags covering the seat. Going through them quickly he grabbed the most promising bit of luggage and made his way back toward the room with just enough time for a trip to the vending machines. When he entered the room for the day Sarah was emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
“Shower’s free,” she stated as her gaze took in the room then settled on the bags.
“My clothes?”
He looked down at the pink bag.
“Uh, yeah. I think he packed your entire wardrobe.” He set the bags down. “There’s five more in there with just clothes.”
“Not counting books, shoes, and the big stuff. If he considered them bare essentials that is.”
They were silent for a bit.
“I’m uh, I’m gonna take a shower. You’ll be okay?’
“Oh yeah. Got my friend the tv to keep me company.”
“Right, um…Right.”
Sarah smiled softly as Spike retreated into the bathroom and shut the door, then plopped down on the one and only bed and stared at the blank television screen until he got done.
“You know, luv. That works better if you turn it on.”
“I can’t ever go back can I?” she asked, turning her head to look at him, the fact that he was clad in only a pair of jeans barely registering. “Home?”
“Dunno pet,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair, his gut churning at the thought of his Mate leaving again. They were both silent, contemplating their thoughts.
“I’m a Slayer you know?”
“I know.”
“Whistler…”she whispered, figuring the demon had told the vamp. “Spike?”
“Yeah luv?”
“What’s a Blood Mate?”
His head whipped up, blue eyes going wide. “Where’d you hear that?”
She hadn’t been here long enough to have heard it from someone or something else. /she must be remembering/
“I dreamed it.” She tipped her head to one side and regarded him. “What is it?”
Spike took a breath and sat down on the bed.
“A Blood Mate…It’s a legend in the demon world. Can only happen to vamps or demons that were human once.” He looked over at her, his eyes meeting hers and continued. “Y’know how humans have Soul Mates?’
She nodded.
“Well, demons have what’s called a Life Mate. It’s basically the same thing, just no souls.”
He grinned and she gave him that same soft smile.
“If two vamps are Blood Mates it means that the humans that they were, were Soul Mates and their demons are Life Mates. Understand?”
“They’re doubly meant for each other.”
“That’s a good way of puttin’ it.”
“Okay,” she said, looking thoughtful. “But, if I don’t have a demon, how are we Blood Mates?”
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