Fic: Prisms First part. (Dark)..ish.

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Prisms


Couldn't have missed her. Not from clear across the bleedin' 
state much less across the street.
Course I could have picked her up in the middle of a crowd what we're 
on such good terms n' all and that I knew her scent by heart.
 
I was out of the Watcher's house, enjoyin what I could of the night; 
hey, just because I am currently, how shall we put this, out of order 
doesn't mean I still don't like the dark. And besides the stupid git 
wouldn't let me watch my soaps and I just had to cool off, what with 
me not bein' allowed to gut him like a fish I figured I'd cruise a
few allyways, maybe the graveyards around the town, get lucky, come
across a demon or somethin' and take out my pent up agressions on
that 
poor bastard. One must keep in practice after all.

Regretably I hadn't gotten any nibbles, humans say on the 
night of a full moon evil walks and maybe that's true, maybe that 
isn't. I never cared what kind of moon it was when I did my
stalkings, but on this night it seemed evil was practically snoring. 

Till I saw her. Than I realised that supernatural evil had just given 
way, that evenin' at least, too something more..human.
	
She was downwind of me and while I could only really make her 
out as she walked from one pool of light to the next, under the 
streetlamps, the scents told me more than the eyes ever could have. 
Though they did tell quite a bit. 

She was walking with that brisk stride women do when they 
really want to run but can't because of high heels. A mixture of
speed and effenciacy I suppose. It was supposed to look like a strong 
walk, a 'don't get in my way because I have actual places to be' kind 
of step. Course the rest of her body language ruined the image 
competly. Arms hugging herself tightly, head bowed till chin almost 
met breastbone, her gaze probably locked on the earth directly in 
front of her not really seeing it. 

Anyone who looked at her would probably have thought to 
themselves, 'Ah, now there goes a lady who's had a really bad day.' 
And then dismissed her from memory. If they could smell what I was,
at that moment, they would have realised that this girly girl had
just 
about the worst day possible. 

The first dead give-away was the smell of sweat, cigarette 
smoke and alcohol. She never would have gone for something like that, 
or some place for that matter. Well, the Bronze maybe, but this reek 
was more of the kind one would find in a hole-in-the-wall down by the 
harbor. But that oder could have been explained away. No the kicker 
was the smell of blood. And not your run of the mill, 'let's slit the 
jugular and see how far it shoots' blood either. This was thick
blood mixed in with all sorts of other?materials. 
Like semen. 
	
And than there's all the emotional baggage too that humans 
carry around like luggage. Believe it or not we can smell those too. 
Fear, predictably, is my favorite but others are pretty recognisable 
as well. 
In this case it was shame. Coming off her in big, waves that could 
have knocked over a building and gave me a splitting headache for a 
moment. Added that to her tab.
	
	
Did I mention I have pretty good hearing too? No? Well I do. 
And even from this distance I could hear the muffled whimpers and 
those little choking noises that people make at the back of their 
throats when they're trying to hold back a scream. You can bloody
well bet I'd recognise that sound anywhere, being the cause of so
many 
in my time. 

I decided to ..tag along, follow her home y'know. Not to make 
sure she'd make it okay but, maybe there was an off chance some night 
beastie would think she'd make a good snack and I could rip it to 
pieces.

Again, in that regard I was out of luck, she entered the 
campus and moved across the darkend laws straight for her dorm, the 
one she shares with her best friend in the whole wide world. 
Best friends, uh-huh, I'll bet. Let's see how true their friendship 
really is, see if my little missy here will spill her guts regarding 
her eventful evening. I'll watch through the window; it's not like 
there's anything on the telly.

Now that was a impressive display. I had no idea she was 
capable of such acting skills. Why, if I had the resources I'd have 
awarded her an Oscar on the spot. As it was I had a very hard time
not clapping and shouting out 'Bravo!'

She really did a fantastic job, my little chippy, and of 
course argued my point that no one trusts anyone quite nicely. I 
suppose she spent a few minutes 'putting on her face' before she 
entered her room. I missed that part, pity really, would have been 
amusing. Anyhow, from outside on my perch I could get a pretty good 
look inside the room and she came walting through the door like she 
was walking on air.
Great big smile plastered on her face, top o'the world. I'm sure.
They talked about something for a few minutes but I couldn't make it 
out and I'm no soddin' lip reader either. Eventually she stripped out 
of her clothing, slipped into a robe, grabbed some basket of 
toiletries and, tossing a comment over her shoulder, vanished again. 

So? there's just me, out on a limb, her roomate, still 
glancing at a magazine. And we waited?
And waited?
And waited.
I was beginning to get a little bored and thought about 
calling it a night, maybe catch some reruns. 
Luck was with me though. Her roomate noticed the discarded garments 
and, being such a good friend she is, got up off the bed to put em' 
away in the laundry basket. 

I have no idea how she can pick up my kind so easily, it's not 
like she can smell us, well, not me at least I bathe reguarly. So it 
wasn't too surprising too watch her not realise something was amiss 
until she got a good, long whiff of her recently departed roomates 
apparal. And she couldn't even do that until she practically shoved 
her face in the bleedin' things. 
Humans. How pathetic.

Regardless, she did get a good lungful of em' but still didn't 
pick up on just what was on the up'n'up. Not yet, no it took her a 
little longer. 
She had to hold the clothes up carefully, y'know, examine em' like a 
detective from the yard back home. 
Hell, I could see the message staring me in the face but no, not her. 
Not till she saw the tears along the sides, the holes in the
stockings 
leading up the side of the leg. 

Then she got it. 

I would have laughed had I not been wishing to remain silent, 
and I had to muffle a few quiet snorts just the same. First her eyes 
got real big, and I mean really big. I doubt she gaped that much when 
she met Angelus for the first time and Angelus is very much worth 
gaping at.  

Then her jaw dropped and she stood there for a few moments 
gaping like a royal idiot. 
Just? stood there while her mind munched on that little bit of 
information that it just proccessed not moving, not even blinking. 
Heck, breathing probably was a secondary concern at that moment and
we all know how important that is?or in my case was.

She was out the door like a shot, a flurry of hair and 
movement, whipping around the corner and down the hall. I could
almost hear her screaming her the little chit's name. 

I doubted they would be back for quite a while so I figured 
I'd do a little pokin' about of my own. Casually I reached out and 
eased the window open, alright I couldn't actually go inside as I had 
never been invited but that was alright, not what I had in mind 
anyway. Hunching down on the sill, which is quite hard despite 
supernatural strength, I took in a deep lungful of air, they don't
get much use but still do the job. I went through the scents, 
females..two?both easily recoginisable. I'm still, to this day
having an internal debate which one I hate more, sweat, various 
foods..couldn't believe they liked that on their pizzas, then I got 
it. Male?more than one.

Mentally cataloging them I closed the window up again and easilly 
lept to the ground. I was definetly going to head back to the 
Watcher's now. My entertainment wasn't over yet, there were arguments 
to be had, tears to be shed and promises of bloody vengence to be 
made. I figured this would be better than sweeps week. 

I saw them in my mind and that of course is where it began to 
go all bloody wrong, the two of them, my little chit naked, curled up 
in a corner like they do in all the movies, cold water running down
on 
the two of em' as her friend held her close. Crying together emotions 
all-a-tizzy doing anything and everything to make the pain go away, 
the last few hours simply not happen. 

"That's right little slayer," I said out loud. "Hold your Willow 
close, help her through these hard times like you do everybody else. 
Try and help her forget that she's been raped."

I expected to laugh out loud.
I expected to enjoy the rest of the evening like I hadn't in a very 
long while.
I expected to go back to my fellow countryman's house and sit on the 
sidelines and enjoy.

But nnooo? I couldn't get that lucky.
Not me, not poor ol' 'Don't mind him daughter, he's a neutered 
vampire' Spike.

I started feeling angry. I mean, bloody furious my other 
nature got the better of me and for a few minutes I spent the time 
snarling my rage out at the moon. Not that that overinflated hunk of 
rock ever cared. 
I couldn't understand it, I couldn't get the sounds Willow had made 
out my head. They just rung in my brain over and over like the worst 
demo tape ever made stuck on infinite playback and that image of her 
false smile for the Slayer. Bloody hell! It was so perverse, so out
of place and ungodly? my respect for her actualy went up a notch.
Dru couldn't have done better which is saying something. 

I argue the point now, as I did at that time, that I didn't care
about Wicca girl and her little Slayer buddy. I still don't, my 
reasoning was thus: I was angry because a bunch of snotnosed little 
punks had done what, with centuries of expierence and a taste for
real 
panache, had been unable to do.
Hurt the Slayer. 
A few minutes after coming up with that arugment I realised that
there were some things even I, being a hell spawned demon made flesh 
in the body of man, would not do.
 
I didn't get it then, and don't get it now, where exactly does the 
demon end and the rements of the human begin? I mean, I was shocked
at the revelation! I had values? 

It began in the back of my skull, like that itchy, tingling 
feeling you get right before you sneeze, but in this case all the 
scratching in the world wouldn't alleviate it. It grew and grew and 
was crushing across my mind and it wouldn't be stopped, I snarled, I 
screamed and raged.

I put my hand through a tree?which hurt.

And in the end I gave up. With a sigh I accepted it.
I, William Blood, William the Bloody, scourge of Europe and 
parts of Asia?a Childe of Angelus for Christ's sake?was going
to do something noble.

With a snarl I set off across the campus at a brisk run, had 
to get back to Giles after all. Didn't want to miss the big meeting.




Authors Notes: For a first foray into this particualar genre of 
fanfiction I hope it's worthwhile. Been writing anime fanfiction for
a 
good long time and it's also been about that same amount of time
since 
I last saw BtVS. I've only had Summaries and Fanfics to go by so if 
any of my characterizations are incredibly off..I apologise. And
would 
welcome advice. 
It's not over either.
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Mad-Hamlet