Repost: Prisms Part One

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				            Prisms 
					 Black

	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. 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 alleyways, maybe the graveyards around
the town, get lucky, come across a demon or somethin' and take out my pent up
aggressions on that poor bastard. One must keep in practice after all.

	Regrettably 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 realized that supernatural evil had just given way,
that evenin' at least, too something more...human.

	She was upwind of me and while I could only really make her out as she walked
from one pool of light to the next, under the street lamps, 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 efficiency 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 completely. Arms hugging herself tightly, head bowed till
chin almost met breast bone, 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.' then dismissed her from memory.
If they could smell what I was, at that moment, they would have realized 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 harbour. But that odour could have been
explained away. No the kicker was the smell of blood. 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 crap too, that humans carry around like
luggage. Believe it or not we can smell those as well. Fear, predictably, is
my favourite but others are pretty recognizable 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 recognize 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 darkened lawns 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', I decided, '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 waltzing 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 roommate, 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 roommate 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 regularly. So it wasn't too surprising
too watch her not realize something was amiss until she got a good, long whiff
of her recently departed roommate apparel. 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 like a royal
idiot.
Just& stood there while her mind munched on that little bit of information
that it just processed 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, true
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 recognizable. 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 cataloguing them I closed the window up again and easily leapt to
the ground. I was definitely 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 vengeance 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, so 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 over inflated 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 actually 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 snot-nosed little punks had done what I, with
centuries of experience and a taste for real panache, had been unable to do.
Hurt the Slayer.
A few minutes after coming up with that argument I realized 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 remnants 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.


END-Black



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