The End

Series Finale

May 4, 1931:

Lit like the Candle

A man lay in his bed, tied to it, he tried to get out. He was wet, covered in something making him that way. This was supposed to be his wedding day.

After a moment, quick moment of trying to escape, he stopped trying. He tried to sit up, “WHAT DO YOU WANT!!??” he roared towards the monster putting him in this peril.

“What do you suppose I want?” questioned Cillian standing at the edge of the bed, smiling. He looked like the common aristocrat. His hair had grown just a tad bit longer since he’d been sired, it seems it takes so long for it to grow. “You have to have some idea.”

Cillian stepped away to reveal the man’s wife. She was tied and gagged in a chair, she was soaked with blood though. Not that liquid that made the man’s head hurt to breath in.

“DON’T HURT HER!!” roared the man, “I care about her, I don’t want any harm to come to her.”

The bad, bad vampire went behind The man‘s wife and untied her gag. She was screaming and sobbing, not screaming for ‘help’ screaming, the drama queen kind. Young blonde woman, terribly scared, “Please, please don’t kill me.”

“What?” questioned her new husband.

Cillian smiled. Quickly he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so that she’d see him and it’d hurt her neck as it was bent to the side. Cillian’s face changed and he struck a match on the chair throwing it into the bed. The man caught fire quickly yelling in pain.

He sunk his teeth hard into the wife’s neck as she let out a cry of pain. Her heart throbbed hard making the blood just rush out of her as he pulled it out. His face turned back and he pulled away leaving her just alive, just enough life in her to feel the fire consume her. Cillian turned from her as she screamed, the fire starting to engulf her.

The fire began to engulf the entire room. Cillian went to the door throwing it open as the flames grabbed onto it. Cillian walked down the main hall the room behind him burning. Screams, chaotic screams in there.

In the main Parlor a straight line Cillian could make it to the door. He walked out like he owned the place. The things in the parlor, the hall was starting to catch fire quickly, that fuel all over.

The wedding reception was still ago. Everyone in the floor or on something, tied up, fed off of. Some dead even. Mostly alive. People screamed and screamed the fire lit them up. Cillian laughed not looking back. He kept on walking to the door leaving those screams.

Present:

Showered in Pain

The hot water of the shower came down on Cillian. It hit every burn on his body making them throb ever so harder. He held in the urge to yell out.

The skin of his wounds were open, some trying to come off. He ran his burnt hands through his hair the water getting in it. The throbbing, the searing, it all ran through his bones. It made him ache.

Water dripped from his mouth carrying with it blood. His eyes were closed tight. It was like his skull felt like it was going to jump off. The pain staying inside.

Water, hot covering his body. The water pressure hitting it. Suddenly Cillian through his head back. His face changed and he let out a demonic roar, yelling roar, his throat shook with the noise.

Can kill one, why not kill him?

Fisher was suddenly thrown up against the rails of the fire escape of an alley. He fell about ten feet landing on the ground in pain. He rolled back up onto his feet.

Three vampires before him. One came at him and went to hit him. Fisher blocked the blow, ducked another one from the beast’s opposite hand. Fisher punched the vamp in the face.

One came at him from behind. Fisher kicked him in the crotch, spun around and kicked him across the face. He grabbed out a stake from his sleeve. The vampire behind him grabbed his head as if going to break his neck. Fisher quickly got from his grasp and staked the vamp.

The one in front of him grabbed him and tossed him into some crates. The wooden crates broke and Fisher hit the ground. One of them grabbed him from behind and Fisher elbow him in the face and punched him backward.

The vamp stood next to his partner. Fisher was back up on his feet. He went towards them. Both of them went to hit him across the face. They were fast but Fisher ducked out of the way having been trained to hone his senses a ways back in the academy.

Fisher kneed one in the face and slammed the other one in the head. He had one stake in hand and in the other a crate shard. He slammed these into the beings hearts quickly pulling away.

The two things looked at each other in shock and became dust. Fisher was breathing heavy, tired, but it was no time to be tired.

Can beat two, three. Why not him?

Help Me

Ramona didn’t know where to go. She didn’t really know where Cillian would go. She had to tell him about Fisher. Had to tell him that he was in trouble, bad things could happen.

She went to the first place she supposed he could be. Her place. She went in through the front door of her house, closed it behind her, “CILLIAN!!!”

No one called. Her brother wasn’t around, at work no doubt. “CILLIAN!” she called again.

Ramona ran up the stairs and went into her bedroom. She looked around. Cillian was there.

She stopped dead in her tracks. It was dark, she saw a tall man. Had to be Cillian, “Cillian?”

“Me.”

His voice was rough, almost strained. “Why are the lights off?”

“They hurt,” she saw him move over to her bed and sit down. He pulled a sheet up over his head. She saw the sheet in the dark, the moon light on it.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ramona, she was worried, obviously. She went to him, “What’s wrong? I can’t see you?” She was afraid she’d do something wrong if she didn’t know.

Ramona pulled the sheet off the top of his head. It laid on his body. He turned towards her, “Don’t.” She didn’t know what was wrong, still couldn’t see him all that well, didn’t know about the burns. He was possibly naked under those sheets.

“Fisher knows everything, he’s set against you, being anything close to living,” she said, sincere voice, concerned for him. “We can’t stay here. WE can’t, he’ll try to kill you. I don’t want him to-”

Cillian moved and turned the light on the nightstand on. The light came on. It hurt his eyes as he turned towards her. Ramona stopped, looked at him wide eyed. She didn’t speak for a long moment seeing the burns.

“Who did this?” she questioned, “All over you?”

“Giles,” he groaned.

Ramona didn’t know what to say. She was quiet for a long time. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t say anything, it might hurt him. He looked like he was in pain.

She almost flinched as he put his hand on hers. Ramona just looked at him, she didn’t think he was hideous, didn’t care about how he looked. Just that he was in pain. Her hand hurt his. He didn’t care.

“Help me, Luv,” he said sadly.

Living

The heart monitor made that annoying beeping sound that it did when it was connected to a person. Giles laid in the hospital bed watching it, I.V. in his left arm, right one in a sling. His clothes, bloody though, they sat in the chair across the room.

Without his glasses it was hard to see that line going up and down the way it did. He really didn’t look at it. Giles just sat there spaced for that long time. The bandages on his throat itched too.

There was a knock at the hospital room door. He looked towards it slowly. The door moved open, just a crack and Andrew popped his head in. He saw Giles.

“Hola me Amigo,” Andrew spoke peeking in, “Good for visit?”

Giles looked towards him slowly, said in a sigh, “Sure.” It hurt his throat to speak.

Andrew came in holding a basket of fruit with a balloon hooked to it that said ‘IT’S A BOY!’ In really cliché big bubble letters. Andrew sat the offerings on the table in the room and went towards Giles.

“Thought I should cheer… you up, Rupert,” smiled Andrew, “I was willing to let that responsibility come to my shoulders.”

“Really?” asked Giles, like Andrew was some kind of pest.

“Yeah,” Andrew looked a the balloon, “Sorry about the balloon. They didn’t have anymore ‘Get Well’ balloons. I guess they ran out down in the Gift shop, must be a lot of sick people today.”

“The irony.”

Andrew stood next to the bed, “Buffy our…Slayer of the Vampyres wanted to come see you. Of course, couldn‘t-”

“I understand,” said Giles nicely looking down at his knees under that blanket.

“Thought she should stay in England,” said Andrew, he then spoke in, it seemed, cheery manner, “So who did this to you?”

Giles looked at him like he was crazy for asking in such a cheerful manner. Clearly someone had told Andrew the gist, “A vampire, Cillian.” Giles cleared his throat when he was done speaking.

“Whoa, well, should I get the Calvary? Take them to the Combata Campo for much, Matando?” Giles looked at him like he was crazy, again. Andrew replied with the translation, “Take them to the Battle field for much, Slaying. It sounded cooler when I was saying it in the shower.”

“No, someone else wants…him dead now,” Giles sighed. “It’s his job, he feels it. I’d feel better if you did take your Calvary, but you can’t…I feel Fisher wouldn’t want such interruption in his…searches.”

“What if this Lone Ranger Fisher gets himself killed?” questioned Andrew.

Giles looked at his jacket sitting on the chair across the room. He watched it, like it was going to move, “I want you to get something, out of my jacket and give it to Fisher.”

Throb

The Emergency room was full on this night. People being hurt. People just coming in, coming and going from the O.R. etc. No one noticed Ramona and Cillian going around. Yes, not even Cillian.

Cillian was wearing jeans, boots, and a jacket with a hood over his head. His hair the only thing visible unless you looked right into the hood and at him. He had his hands in the pockets, hiding from the people. Considering his height, you think it would have been harder.

He knew to follow her. He felt she knew her way around this place. Quickly Ramona lead him into a vacant hall. It was dark, all lights turned off that way. Cillian kept close behind as they went down the dark hall. She turned the corner and he did, following.

They came to a room. Ramona looked into the window, it was dark in there, just like she had expected. She pulled out a hair pin from her pocket and quickly with ease picked the lock. Cillian secretly wondered why she had picked up such a trick like that, slayers were more of the kinds of people to kick the doors in. The thought, the wonderment left his mind quickly.

Clearly this was a medical supplies room. No one would come in right now, at least they could probably guess that they wouldn’t have anyone to trouble them. The hall way was vacant, dark, just one of the many supply rooms in the hospital.

Cillian stepped into the room and Ramona closed the door behind him, “When I first became a slayer I came here for medical supplies, because well- I got hurt a lot,” she pulled a string on the door’s blinds and they went down.

She went over to one of the shelves, started going through some of the boxes of medical supplies. “We need to find some stuff to treat burns.”

“Obviously,” he said softly.

Rummaged a bit. “How do you feel about Ointments?” asked Ramona looking towards him. He just shrugged his shoulders. She went towards him away from the shelf.

Ramona rolled one of those doctor’s chairs over to him, “Sit down for me,” she said. He looked at her then sat down.

She stood in front of him, She pushed his hood back off his head. His hair laid down nicely on his shoulders. He looked up at her, the light stinging his eyes the faintest bit.

She looked at him surprised. He was healing very quickly. She had expected that though. Ramona went to touch his face, she pulled back, it’d hurt him, “Can…I-”

“Yeah, touch…doesn’t matter, don’t care,” he said, she liked it when his eyes weren’t blood shot. They weren’t, not anymore.

Cillian didn’t flinch, anything at all like that as Ramona placed her hands softly on his face, at the jaw bone. She moved his head a little so she could see the burns well.

He could hear her heart throb, it’s normal throbbing, hard in his ears. He could feel the blood flowing through her hands. Almost smell it. The stinging of her touch to his skin made him realize how hungry he was.

Quickly for a moment, his look he gave her could imply that he was evil, that he was mean. His look said he had something bad going through his mind that made him want her for an enemy. She ignored the look, hadn’t realized it was really there.

“I’m not sure what the degree is-you’re healing really fast though. By tomorrow it’ll all look like a bad sunburn,” she spoke, taking her hands away from his face.

If he had a heartbeat it would have skipped. He stood up quickly. It surprised her and she stepped away. He towered over her like he always did.

Slowly he licked his lips, not in a hungry manner though. Ramona looked up at him for a long moment, “I could probably find some, morphine.”

“Don’t need to do that,” said Cillian softly, “I’ve had worse.” He cocked his head to the side heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” she questioned. He stopped, then turned towards her. “You seem to be better.”

“Maybe.”

“You said for me to help you,” she said like she was hurt.

“You are.”

“No I’m not,” said Ramona, “What was this trip for? Why did I bring you here if you knew that in a couple of hours you’d feel, mobile.” She kept that hurt expression, “Fisher wants you dead, and I’m sure as hell not letting that happen.”

“Help me then,” he said softly.

Ramona just looked at him. She turned away and went back to looking for something to help him. Cillian looked at her, leaning against the door, watching her movements, slowly he turned the knob.

Visit

Giles found himself looking at that heart monitor. Watching that signal, the process of the beeping, the moving line. He thought he was a live.

Slowly he turned his head from it. He didn’t really like his room. It was on the first floor and people came by a lot, could hear them through the door. It would help more if Andrew hadn’t had left that door open.

He watched, nothing going on. He heard only peace and quiet. That heart monitor didn’t beep, it was quiet, but it was still too busy, made it feel noisy.

He thought about just getting up and leaving. But would he be able to just leave? He didn’t know, they’d probably end up putting him on the mental ward or something. Of course that was just a wild guess they do that, because of the way those nurses were, he could sense they wanted to strap him down.

“Am I going to play this game?” he asked himself.

England is lovely this time of year. Go back, go see Buffy. Help her, help the trainees. See how things are. Stop chasing the un-chase-able. Retirement life, or something greater. Who was he kidding, he was over the hill, nothing else for him to have as a 'something greater'.

Giles had taken up looking at that monitor again. Didn’t see anything but it. Good heart beat for a man going over the hill.

“Thinking about death are we?” questioned that familiar Scottish accent. Slowly Giles turned his head towards Cillian. “I heard you ask yourself, ‘Am I going to play this game?’” Giles pushed the nurse buttons on his bed as he sat there. “Are you?”

“What do you want, you keep letting me live?” questioned Giles.

A nurse came in, “Yes?” She looked to Cillian, seeing his burns, “My god-”

“That’s that man that did this to me,” said Giles quickly.

The nurse backed away from Cillian awkwardly. Cillian smiled down at the short stumpy woman, “POLICE!!” she yelled.

There had been some police on this floor. They had been watching out encase the man that did this to Giles came along. Today was their lucky day wasn’t it?

Cillian turned back to Giles, “I smell fear on you.”

“Sir,” said a police man behind him. Cillian just stood there, didn’t turn towards them.

“Thinks that’s part of the game, your fear? Fear only allows itself in game losers, such as you, the ones that play it wrong!”

The two policemen were behind Cillian, “Sir, come with us.” Cillian wasn’t making any movement.

“You burned me,” roared Cillian.

“Put your hands on the back of your head now,” said the police officers on Cillian’s left, right behind him.

Suddenly Cillian slammed his arms back and elbowed them in their wind pipes. The wind pipes themselves crashed in from the blow and the men started heaving for breaths.

The nurse was running down the hall screaming, “HELP!!!SOMEONE WE NEED HELP!!”

Cillian went towards Giles in the bed. Giles was afraid, but he didn’t show it. The smell was a completely different subject.

Suddenly Cillian grabbed Giles by the throat and held him against the wall behind the bed. Giles’ I.V. had ripped out, “THINK OF THE GAME!!! GET THIS PICTURE!! YOU STICK IN THIS TOWN AND I’LL, BURN YOU ALIVE AND EVERYONE DEAR TO YOUR HEART WITH YOU!!!”

He was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown down on the hospital floor. He rolled onto his feet landing against the wall looking at who threw him. Giles was trying to catch his breath, breathing quickly.

Ramona stood there, “CILLIAN, COME ON!!!” She went towards him and grabbed his arm not caring for that moment about the burns.

He ran behind her because she had a good grip on him and he didn’t much care for stopping and being dragged out like a child.

Giles looked at the door, people coming. Things had flashed before his eyes during that moment. He looked over to the heart monitor, the heart thing going up and down, faster than it had been.

With What Authority?

The large police officer that had previously visited Ramona sat in the meeting room, where things were discussed. He had some files before him. Another man came in with a couple of other people, police officer, someone from The CSI team and a woman.

The man that had just came in sat down at the table with a tablet in his hand. He was ready to talk business same as the others who also sat down around the table. The CSI woman spoke first:

“We’re here to discuss the warrant for the Arrest of a Ramona Lillian Locke,” spoke the woman, “Right?”

“Yes,” sighed the smaller officer of the two.

“We have a warrant that just needs to be put out,” said the woman.

Another man came into the room, he was wearing a suite, something to do with the CSI. He sat down at the table, “Good to know you’ve started without me.”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much,” said the large officer to his left.

The man neatened up the papers he had in his hands and sat straight up. The woman kept talking going over to the bulletin board. It had pictures, papers on it, there was an evidence bag.

“Whoever cleaned up the crime did and did not do a good job. This supposed unnamed male left fingerprints all over the scenes, the evidence,” she pointed to a picture of some tire tracks, “These were found at the motel.”

“Lets get to what this has to do with Miss Locke,” said the smaller of the police men.

“Miss Locke’s DNA was found throughout the crime scene at the motel,” said the man.

“So we have ourselves a warrant,” said the Large police officer.

The smaller one spoke, clearly was higher up in the job then him, “I just want to be sure of everything that we’re doing. WE don’t want to get mistaken and take in the wrong person.”

“We’ve taken all evidence in consideration. Anything that has to do with her,” explained the woman.

The smaller officer replied, “I’ve met Ramona Locke, she’s a sweet, smart young woman.”

“Who’s been as evidence shows in cahoots with this man,” she pointed to a picture of Cillian, photo from a surveillance camera. “This man encase you don’t know has been tied to murders, massacres you could say all over the tri-state area and even some as far south as Florida.”

“Can we get a warrant on him?” questioned the large officer.

The male CSI man spoke, “We have no identity for him.”

“What about Miss Locke?” questioned the large officer, “Do we get this warrant out before she leaves town.”

The smaller police officer spoke: “I don’t want to act too fast on this, what if we’re wrong?”

The man that hadn’t spoke yet finally started to, “I analyzed the Transcript from Wilson’s” looked to the big officer, “-conversation with Miss Locke. I’ve noticed in her choice of words that she’s hiding something.”

The large officer spoke, “I could have told you that.”

That man, no doubt some kind of psychiatrist kept talking, ignoring the police officer, “She keeps odd hours as well. She's quiet at times, not to mention her records, years in a mental institution. I’m just saying that some of these traits all come together with one another and point out a problem.”

“Sure,” sighed the small officer.

“We might be able to also get a warrant on her for the death of her father- or helping with the death of her father,” said the woman.

“I can’t believe, she’d kill her father,” said the small officer, “He meant a lot to her.”

The woman thought it’d be wise to start naming off situations, “Years ago, bank robbery, killed men there. This Van man, shot dead by her. Father found by her, in fact he was beaten badly. Everything is pointing to her, and that man. Her father killed her mother, find that out, wouldn‘t it send you over the edge?”

The CSI man spoke, “Got anything against this, cause we could very well have her in our custody by now if it wasn’t for the fact we were referred to you. To talk about it. Can you prove us wrong?”

The small officer looked at him, annoyed, “No I can’t.”

“Then lets get this warrant on the roll,” said the woman, “Lets take care of business.”

Won’t Let You In

Katie was eating dinner with her family when the door rang, “I’ll get it,” she said nicely.

They let her get up and go. Katie went to the front door, unlocked it then opened it. She stopped, looking out the door wide eyed, “What the hell is he doing here?”

Ramona stood there next to Cillian, “We need somewhere to hide.”

“What?! No,” she said aggressively, trying to keep her voice down. She looked down at Ramona, “Are you nuts?”

“No, we’re in trouble. Fisher is trying to kill Cillian,” said Ramona.

“And why are you here about this?” asked Katie, “Why aren’t you going to help Fisher.” She looked at Cillian, “Is this some kind weird game of hide and seek where you want to see if the old man can really get Cillian.” She directed her questions to Cillian, “What’s she paying you?-”

“I’m not paying him,” explained Ramona. “Fisher can’t kill him-”

Katie rushed her whispers so her family wouldn’t hear her, “He’s evil.”

“Please,” said Ramona, “I’ve come too far, I don’t want him hurt.”

“You know I wondered if this would happen. Kind of knew it,” said Katie, she looked up at Cillian, “You’re not invited.”

“Please,” pleaded Ramona, “He’s helped me. I helped him. He means something to me now-”

“Yeah, you’re crazy,” stated Katie.

“Help me,” said Ramona.

“Yeah,” Katie started sarcastically, “I’m going to let him eat here so he’ll eat my family.”

“I won’t eat your family,” he said.

“That hot, hunk-ish, Scottish accent isn’t going to win me over,” said Katie, she looked to Ramona, “I don’t want him to eat my Mom. Not to mention I’ve got a little sister. Or my dad if he’s that hungry.”

“He said he won’t,” replied Ramona, “I’ll keep him away from your family. He’ll stay in your room.”

“Great,” Katie rolled her eyes.

“I don’t much fancy little girls,” said Cillian, “Or the old brads.”

“My mom may be old but she’s got botox,” said Katie.

“Trying to get me to eat her,” he said, his voice still roughed.

“Don’t talk,” said Ramona, “Cillian needs to rest, he’s got burns, you see them. He needs to heal. And we need a place to hide.”

Katie looked at Ramona and Cillian for a long time. “Fine,” sighed Katie, “You….may…come in.” Katie back away from the door, “Just don’t make any noises and stay up there now- use you’re super agility strength and go in there. And don’t answer the phone, unless the caller I.D. says 678-3243 That’s my grandma I don’t care what you say to her.”

Take you off the Case

Fisher was drinking in a bar, demon bar. His night was full of preparations, tests. Could he do it? He knew he could. Or he just thought he could.

He ordered another shot and took a drink. Two British men grabbed him by the arms, “Walk with us.”

“What if I don’t want to?” questioned Fisher knowing exactly who these men were.

“Then we’ll have to make something of it,” said one, he was Irish, not British.

The British one spoke, “We’ve got a friend that wants to pay you a visit.”

Fisher stood up, “Fine, I’ll talk to your friend.”

The men lead him to one of the back rooms of the bar. A demon bar, kind of odd place to have a Watchers Council Meeting. Fisher was lead into the room. The door was locked behind him.

At the table in the corner of the room was Roger Pryce. He watched Fisher. Fisher looked at the door, his back to Roger.

“I apologize for these arrangements,” said Roger, “But I’ve got to speak to you.”

Fisher looked towards Roger. He was sat down in front of his superior, “About what?”

“We at the Council have decided to take you off this case. You’re as of this point,” Roger was writing down on a piece of paper as he spoke, “- no longer Ramona Lillian Locke’s watcher. You have a flight at 7:45 A.M. We’re deporting you-”

“You can’t do that,” hissed Fisher.

“In all considering, yes…We can,” said Roger formally, he looked up from the paper, scoot the plane ticket across the table, “If you do not make this flight, plan to run from us we will- terminate your standings.”

“Watcher’s Council has changed,” growled Fisher. “Kill me?”

“We take the chances, we take the precautions that we must take. That’s how we are now,” spoke Roger folding his hands. “Your green card has been eliminated and as of 9:12 A.M. you will be an illegal citizen- the authorities will be alerted and they will conduct their searches for you. You will be found, properly punished for trying to escape- if needed then-”

“You’ll kill me, I get the idea,” said Fisher.

Roger shuffled around a paper or two and began to read one adjusting his reading glasses, “The Watchers Council is thankful for the time that you have spent with us. We are forever courageous for your forthcomings and wish you a fair life. Good tidings-”

“Do you have any idea what is going on here?” growled Fisher.

“Yes,” Roger looked up from the paper. “I’ve known for some time that your slayer has joined the other side.”

“I think she’s just misguided-”

“And who’s fault is that may I ask?” retorted Roger.

“Fine,” spoke Fisher bluntly, “She’s evil. But this is my problem now, not the Council’s. Cillian has taken too much from me.”

“Ramona Lillian Locke is no longer in connection to you for any purpose at all. She’s a risk and will be dealt with as arranged,” More of that formal speech.

“How will you deal with her?” growled Fisher.

“How we deal with these cases,” assured Roger, “You know us. Now go back home, pack your things-”

Fisher leaned into Roger, “I’m not leaving, not till I’ve got Cillian’s dust on my hands. And whoever gets in my way will be stopped, stopped dead in their tracks. Anyone, anyone I say.”

“You’ve got till 7:45A.M. to change your mind Fisher,” said Roger roughly, “If not, then we apologize for our inconvenience.”

Fisher looked at Roger harshly. He sat there…

I think for then I Feel

Night still. Cillian was upstairs with Ramona. He had never sat down in a bean bag chair before in his life and that was what he was doing. Ramona was waiting for Katie to come upstairs so they could talk. The room was bright, things were pink.

Cillian felt out of place. He felt like he had to lick his lips all the time, which hurt a little bit but he was healing. Didn’t like the beanbag chair at all, pink too.

Ramona was pacing, she looked towards Cillian, “Why did you attack Giles?”

He looked up at her like she should know. His right leg was moving up and down as if he was nervous, his lips were paler than usual. “Caught me on fire.”

“Still, you know how much trouble we’re in?” asked Ramona, “You asked me to help you-”

“YOU, you don’t want me dead either,” said Cillian, “Risking everything.”

Ramona looked at him sadly. She sat down on the bed. Katie shouldn’t be taking so long to eat. Maybe she was on the phone or something. Cillian was right. She was right too. Why is it that the two rights seemed to be making a wrong?

She looked down at the carpet, white. Cillian was tapping his foot. Ramona thought it was slightly annoying she looked at him, “Why are you doing that?” she didn’t ask him in a mean way, just asked him.

Cillian looked to her, agitated looking, “What?”

“That leg thing, is something wrong- Nerve damage?” asked Ramona.

“NO, I’m hungry,” said Cillian, he had laughed that ‘NO’ because nerve damage to him felt like of funny thing to suggest. The laugh made him seem crazy.

The first thing that popped into Ramona’s mind: ‘Uh, Oh.’

Katie opened her bedroom door, “Ramona I want to talk to you, alone-”

“Sure,” Ramona went up towards her, “Um…Can Cillian get comfortable or something.”

“Yeah,” said Katie, she looked to him, “Just don’t do anything weird.”

“I don’t think you need to worry,” he said quickly.

Ramona left the room with Katie. Katie grabbed her wrist and lead her down to the bathroom. No one was in there, the rest of her family had gone to sleep. Katie closed the door, locked it.

“I need your help,” stated Ramona.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” questioned Katie, “All this, what’s this?”

“I’m worried-”

“Worried, I bet I can beat you over on that one,” said Katie, “I’m worried. So, explain this to me, What kind of crazy are you? Plum crazy or the kind that’s all: I’m going to kill you and your entire family in your sleep because I can- That good ole kind of ‘My moral compass is broken’ kind of crazy?”

“I’m not crazy,” said Ramona sitting down on the toilet’s toilet seat.

“What do you call it then?” demanded Katie keeping her voice down.

“Why are you acting this way towards me?” asked Ramona.

“Cillian, you know as good as anyone else, as well that he’s a mass murderer. He’s not good for the moral compass-” Katie explained.

“I don’t know, things are just all screwed up again,” said Ramona.

“What’s with this though, of all screwed up choices?” asked Katie.

“I have feelings for Cillian,” exclaimed Ramona, “I can’t stop these, feelings. He’s here with me. I want him with me. And I know it’s wrong- all wrong. I can’t stop it though.”

Katie sat down in front of Ramona on the edge of the bathtub, “I know that, but why here?”

“It’s the only place that came to mind. You’re my friend, I thought you’d help.”

“Most of the time I wouldn’t with this kind of situation,” said Katie looking down, she looked up quickly, “What’s stopping him from hurting everyone, my family-killing you.”

“Nothing,” said Ramona, tears developed in her eyes. Ramona wiped her eyes, she took in a breath, “Maybe he feels the same way.”

“He’s a soulless thing, I don’t think that’s a good chance. I think he’s using you,” said Katie.

“He, he…” she was starting to stutter.

“I’ll help you,” said Katie holding her friends hand, “But, if he tries something…you need to finish him.”

Ramona looked down for a long time. Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up, “We need to go out- he, he…he’s hungry.”

Katie pulled away, “I’m not catching no pretty girls for him.”

“NO,” Ramona shook her head no, “The butcher’s shop, get him some blood.”

“Ewe.”

“Please, you said you’d help,” pleaded Ramona.

“Fine,” Katie was very, very reluctant. “Is he going to eat my family?”

“No,” said Ramona, “I don’t think. He told me once that vampires have morals, they just reject them. He’ll know better.”

“Okay,” said Katie, “Taking big chances. Like when you took me on patrol once,” she took a breath, “This shouldn’t be too hard.”

I’m Scared

Cillian lay in Katie’s bed with permission from her. The sheets over his head. He was trying not to think about blood, hunger. He was shaking.

He had fed recently, Giles but he was just hungry. That was the way he worked. Got hungry, that‘s why he had more than one other vampires might, sometimes 6 or 7. Never sired any, just got hungry.

His mind was racing, he couldn’t take it. He knew what Ramona was doing and laid there under the sheets trying not to think about it. Everything in his head making thumps, hurting him.

“Katie?” questioned a sweet little voice.

Everything for him stopped. He had heard that child coming, couldn’t recognize it though till it was there. Katie’s little sister, thumping little heart. She was scared.

“Katie,” she went up to the bed and pushed his back to wake him up.

Cillian looked at the wall trying not yell in pain. Trying not to grab her up and eat. “Katie,” said the little girl again, “Are you awake?”

“Go away,” said Cillian doing the best he could to imitate a woman’s voice. Katie’s voice.

“I’m scared, can I sleep with you?” questioned the little girl.

“No,” said Cillian.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” asked the little girl.

“I’m sick, go away, go to bed,” he said.

“No- I can’t. I had a bad dream,” whined the little girl.

“Go,” he said his character leaving him, his voice getting a little more manly.

Her little heart throbbing. Her fear making her seem so enticing. Cillian’s face changed with the hunger. It changed back, and forth. He gripped the head board of the bed. She was a quiet little girl.

“Fine, I won’t love you anymore,” said the little girl.

The little girl walked out of the room slamming the door. Cillian’s face turned back. He sighed.

Don’t Cause a Scene.

“# 23,” called the butcher.

“That’s us,” said Katie.

Ramona and Katie went forward, they made the order, got some meat with it too, made themselves not look so suspicious. They were told they were going to have to wait for a little bit.

Katie and Ramona stood there waiting. Katie sighed to herself, “Get in, Get out.”

“Of course,” sighed Ramona.

“I think this is a lot of trouble over nothing,” said Katie.

“You know the situation,” answered Ramona.

“Yeah,” sighed Katie.

People were moving throughout the area, people all over. Ramona felt like she was being watched. She looked throughout the area turning around slowly, then back to where they were standing.

“What’s wrong?” questioned Katie.

“Someone-” Ramona stopped herself from continuing.

Fisher stood before her. Katie looked at him, Ramona looked at him like his presence angered her.

“Buying blood for him now, are you?” questioned Fisher. Ramona was quiet for a long time it seemed. “Think that’ll change him Ramona, make him a little bit more human. Get him off the blood, is that giving him a soul to hang on to?”

“Don’t make a scene,” said Ramona.

“Here you go,” said the Butcher who had already been paid.

“The Council doesn’t like this as much as I do,” stated Fisher.

Katie took the bag, “Don’t make a scene,” said Ramona, “Leave us alone.”

Ramona and Katie went towards the door. Fisher was right behind them, “Sorry Ramona but I can’t do that.” Ramona kept going. He was fed up, grabbed her by the arm and they got outside, “Ramona-”

She quickly hit him across the face. He went down with slayer strength cracking the side walk. He was knocked unconscious.

“Lets go,” said Ramona, quickly, “Now.”

“Alright,” said Katie agreeing with Ramona.

Leaving With Trouble

Cillian sat on the bed pulling off his jacket. He wore a black tank top. His arms had healed so much. They just hurt. It was getting better.

Something caught his attention and he looked to the window. “That’s bad,” he said standing up.

Ramona and Katie were coming up on the house. The noise had gotten there, Police. The leaders were outside of the car, that large police officer. “COME OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!”

Katie and Ramona stopped dead in their spots, “What’s all this?” demanded Katie.

“My fault,” said Ramona stepping forward, like she was in awe.

Katie’s family started coming out, “My little sister is getting arrested!” said Katie.

“I’m so sorry,” said Ramona.

Katie put down the bag of blood and went forward, “What the hell is going on here?!”

“Ma’am, please keep back,” said one of the officers turning her away.

“That’s my family,” exclaimed Katie.

Ramona walked forward. One of the police officers noticed her, “Sir, there she is.”

They turned towards her, “Ramona Lillian Locke.”

“That’s me,” growled Ramona, sadly, she wasn’t going to fight them. She had morals.

“You are under arrest, put your hands in the air,” said the large officer, not through the megaphone.

Ramona did as they wanted. Katie went to her family. Ramona was pushed against one of the police cars. Her hands were pulled back so that they could put her in handcuffs.

Cillian stood in Katie’s room listening to things. He heard Ramona’s voice and ran at the closed window. It was a large window. He went through it's glass crashing down to the first story from that second one.

The police heard the noise of glass breaking but they didn’t know what was going on. They didn’t see anyone, just heard the sound of glass breaking.

Suddenly Cillian slammed his fist against the back of the cop that had a hold of Ramona. Everyone turned towards Cillian. The cop went down. Cillian grabbed him by the shirt in quick inhuman movements. He slammed him through a window in the back seat and he went through the other one out onto the road.

One behind him grabbed for his gun. Cillian elbowed him in the face. Grabbed another officer and slammed him against the side of the car. He quickly turned around and grabbed up the bottom of the car Ramona stood next to. He pushed it over onto it’s top killing the driver.

Another pulled out his gun. Cillian ducked the first bullet. Ramona heard the bullet go. She was worried.

Cillian ducked the opposite bullet and pushed the gun from the officer’s hand with inhuman speed. He turned towards Ramona quickly, “GET DOWN!!”

Another went to fire at Cillian. Cillian rolled over the top of one of the police cars, grabbed him by the face and threw him against a tree many feet away. One shot him from behind. He spun around and kicked the cop in the face grabbed him by the head and slammed him into the side of the car.

One went at Cillian from behind right past Ramona. Ramona put the handcuffs she had on around the man’s throat and twist them really hard. The man fell to the ground. Dead?

“RAMONA!!” screamed Katie.

Ramona turned around instead of getting down. Katie pushed her down as one of the guns went off. Ramona hit the driveway hard. Katie lay on top of her.

The fight was still going on around her. Katie was moving off of her. Ramona looked at her panicked, “Katie?! Katie?!!” Katie wasn’t replying to Ramona. The family had gone into the house, or were they dead? Ramona couldn’t think. Her friend lay over her, wide eyes. Ramona’s chest felt wet. “Katie?” she questioned, almost a whisper.

Ramona rolled Katie off of her realizing what had happened. Tears started going down Ramona’s cheeks, “KATIE!!” Katie was replying, her chest was covered in blood. Ramona had hardly any blood on her. She looked at Katie.

Those dead green eyes looking back at her. Ramona’s heart was throbbing fast. She wanted Katie to blink, she wasn’t blinking. Ramona went over to Katie, she smacked her lightly, “KATIE!!” she screamed, “Katie wake up, please wake up, talk to me!!” it wasn't working. She smacked Katie again.

Katie’s blood was getting all over the drive way. It was getting all over Ramona’s pant legs. Ramona couldn’t see her, tears thick. Katie couldn’t see, could Katie see? Katie was dead, she couldn’t see. Ramona started crying louder. Ramona hit Katie in the chest. Katie didn’t reply.

Why was she not replying? Ramona hit her again trying to get her to wake up, “KATIE!!! TALK TO ME!!! PLEASE!!!”

Suddenly Ramona was grabbed up by the waist and picked up off the ground, “We have to go,” said Cillian quickly.

“NO!!!” screamed Ramona putting her hands out towards her best friend, “NO!!!NO!!! I HAVE TO GET HER TO TALK!!!!”

“She’s dead,” said Cillian aggressively turning Ramona towards him, “We need to leave before more come.”

“No, she…she‘s-”

“Dead,” said Cillian. He grabbed her wrist, “Come on.”

“Katie?! Katie?!!” Katie wasn’t replying Ramona. The family had gone into the house, or were they dead. Ramona couldn’t think. Her friend lay over her, wide eyes. Ramona’s chest felt wet. “Katie?” she questioned, almost a whisper.

Ramona rolled Katie off of her realizing what had happened. Tears started going down Ramona’s cheeks, “KATIE!!” Katie was replying, her chest was covered in blood. Ramona had hardly any blood on her. She looked at Katie.

Searching for Something

Those dead green eyes looking back at her. Ramona’s heart was throbbing fast. She want Katie to blink, she wasn’t blinking. Ramona went over to Katie, she smacked her lightly, “KATIE!!” she screamed, “Katie wake up, please wake up, talk to me!!” it was working. She smacked Katie again.

Katie’s blood was getting all over the drive way. All over Ramona’s pant legs. Ramona couldn’t see her tears thick. Katie couldn’t see, could Katie see? Katie was dead, she couldn’t see. Ramona started crying louder. Ramona hit Katie in the chest. Katie didn’t reply.

Why was she not replying? Ramona hit her again trying to get her to wake up, “KATIE!!! TALK TO ME!!! PLEASE!!!”

Day

Suddenly Ramona woke up. She gasped, heart throbbing. Her cheeks were wet, moist with the tears she’d cried the night before. She couldn't believe she actually fell asleep. Things in her life all shifty, and she fell asleep.

She looked around, remembered where she was. Cillian knew better than to steal a cop car, so he went down the street a couple of blocks and stole an SUV. They parked it in the forest. He got out before dawn, cleaned up the tracks and they were still there to this hour, moment.

It was day, the sun faintly came in the windows. The middle seats of the SUV had been folded up. Ramona looked to Cillian who was wide awake. The sun was stopping him from sleeping.

“Bad dreams,” he spoke.

Ramona didn’t answer, she looked at him. He was sitting behind the driver’s seat. The sun was going to hit his shoes. He was trying to keep in the shadow. She looked at the sunlit area.

“Sun moves,” said Cillian, “Can’t sleep a wake with it.”

She looked at his burns. Bad sunburn now, it looked like. He healed so fast, she wished she could heal that fast. Did all vampires heal this fast?

Last night there wasn’t enough time between dawn and night for them to get something to cover up the window. Ramona was crying at that time and wasn’t helping him.

It rushed back to her that she had lost Katie. It was all her fault she thought. She shut her eyes tight, then opened them again. Cillian looked at her quietly, back at that place where the sun was.

“I’d move,” he said softly, “But I don’t much want to start smoking like bacon till I need to.”

Ramona knelt up getting in front of the window where that light came in, “You…just could have…asked.”

Cillian got to the other side of the compartment. The sun wouldn’t be bothering him for awhile, hours now. Ramona sat back down. She ran her hands through her hair, felt hungry. She looked to Cillian.

He was looking at her. The first thing that past through her mind, ‘You fed off those policemen.’ It was true, Cillian didn’t look as pale as he had. Ramona felt bad.

Ramona crawled around to the back and looked around. She found a blanket. She pulled it up, “If the sun starts to come back around.”

“Tonight we can, go to my place. Fisher doesn’t know where that is. There’s too many of us vampires to ever know which place to go,” said Cillian, sincerely, nicely.

She kept telling herself, inside her head, ‘You’re a vampire.’ Repeatedly she told herself, saw it when she looked at him. ‘You’re a vampire.’

Cillian didn’t care what she was, he sat up straighter. Ramona kept looking at him, thinking. ‘You’re a vampire.’ Sometimes she’d slip in a little, ‘You’re a demon.’

“You saved me,” is what came out of her mouth. “You got me from the cops.”

“I didn’t want them to take you,” he said looking down, he knew how corny he sounded saying that. He completely knew it.

“I killed that man-”

“Accident,” he interrupted, “What if, think girl.”

“What if what?” asked Ramona sadly, “My friend would be alive.”

“No, that could have happened anytime. She was mortal, no matter how harsh this sounds, it would have come,” stated Cillian. “What about Fisher?”

“You’re selfish,” she said knowing what he meant. “I wouldn’t be able to help you, you don’t like that.”

“Don’t you get what I’m sayin’?” he demanded. Ramona kept looking at him with that sad look she had. “Human’s are horrid, disgusting creatures. Low-”

“Why, you think this of me?” she answered. “You think I’m low?!”

“I mean humans in general. To stop the disgusting creatures they have to die,” said Cillian.

“WHAT?!” demanded Ramona.

“Don’t you get what I’m asking you?” he questioned. Ramona looked at him like he was the ‘disgusting creature’. “I could bring you into my world.”

She sat back kind of hard, “Make me a vampire?” She seemed disgusted, she was.

“Yes. I could make you something greater than what your mortal coils allow you to be. Eternity, youth-”

She let out a hard breath, “Make me a shell of something I was.”

“Ah,” he spoke, “And so I’m a shell to you. I don’t feel that way. I feel like me-Cillian Arthur Armos, from Edinburgh Scotland. I feel like I was when I was sired, and more. I still feel, look like a teenager. I love my life.”

“You don’t have a soul,” said Ramona, “I’m not going to give up my soul. I’m not going to feed off humans.”

He looked at her angrily, hurt in the same, “You should be flattered that I’d ask and not do it to you anyway.”

“I’d kill…” she stopped herself, looked at him hurt.

He looked at her aggressively, “You’d, kill me, first.”

Tears went down Ramona’s cheeks, “I don’t want to die.”

“You don’t understand what it’s like,” said Cillian.

“I don’t want to,” she sobbed.

“Fine,” said Cillian harshly, “You don’t have to get wrapped up on the thought. Bloody Hell, it was just something I wanted to say.”

“Why?!” demanded Ramona, “Why did you think I’d consider?!!”

“Cause don’t you understand, I want to be with you,” he said aggressively. “I wouldn’t sire anyone, just anyone. Never. I sired a woman once thinking we could be in love. I didn’t know her, and she went away with another. And I found her just recently.

Cillian looked down, “She wanted to kill me. She didn’t know me when I sired her.” He looked up, “But you know me.”

“I don’t want to be sired,” she said softly.

“I won’t then,” he said quickly, wide eyed like she was pestering him about it. He seemed sincere. “Unless…”

“No, not even if I’m at the point of death. When I die, I die. That’s my end. I don’t want that immortal life,” said Ramona. “I don’t want to be like you.”

Cillian sat back looking forward. He was sad now. He was sad about it. He didn’t want show it so he just looked angry. Ramona sniffed, she wiped her face off. The tears were still there.

He looked forward, “I’m going to be alone forever.” He looked at her, “You ever read Anne Rice Novels?” Ramona looked at him, listened. “She’s a smart woman-except for the whole vampiric soul complex- She understands how we feel. Vampires look for companions to spend eternity with but it’s not always guaranteed that the one they sire will want to spend their life with them. They look and look-”

“Then go sire her,” said Ramona offended. She got out of the SUV and slammed the door.

He looked at the door seeing her walk off. He couldn’t go after her even though it seemed the forest was actually about 60 shade.

Ramona walked in the forest a little. She stopped looked behind her. She couldn’t see the SUV anymore but it wasn’t that far behind. She could go back if she wanted to.

“You’re a demon,” she spoke to herself.

After a long moment of standing there she started walking back towards him.

Cillian was laying down on the back seat of the SUV. He had been looking up at the ceiling, his mind turned towards closing his eyes. He did.

The door opened. His eyes did the same and he looked over. Ramona got back in closing the door. She looked at Cillian, crawled over to him.

“No thank you,” she said looking over him, her hair dangling down. She pushed her hair behind her ear.

“Now we’re addressing it formally?” He said softly.

Ramona leaned down and kissed him. Cillian felt that beating, felt the blood in her lips. He didn’t feel the hunger. He closed his eyes as she pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke.

Cillian put his hand in her hair and brought her down to him again. He kissed her passionately. Slowly she pulled away she laid her cheek against his. His skin was soft, it only stung him a bit. She passed his cheek kissing his lips again.

Her hair was still silky against his face. He felt the throb of her, felt t her warmth burn him in a good way. She didn’t care about his cold skin, she pulled away softly, “Hold me.”

Slowly he sat up. She sat down next to him on the leather seats. He put his hand in her hair and kissed her passionately again. Finally he pulled away softly, she put her head on his chest and he put his arms around her…

Doesn’t Matter To Me

Day: Still

Fisher stood in his apartment. He was packing, not for the Watcher’s Council. He wasn't packing to go back to London. Just to leave his place.

He left the apartment building going to his car, carrying his suitcase, everything in his car. He opened up the trunk put his final thing in and closed it. He was going to park his car somewhere else, all locked up and go back to his business.

“I see your still around,” said the British man, the one that was with the Irish man.

“It’s 8:00A.M Mate,” said the Irish one, “Don’t tell us you missed your flight.”

Fisher turned towards them, “I did. And…”

“Things aren’t going to turn out good for you,” said the British man.

“I was told the Police handle things now, not the Watcher’s Council,” said Fisher cockily.

“Not till anytime after 9:12 A.M. Friend,” said the British one.

“The Watcher’s Council wanted us to check on you here. See if you strayed far. Straying far was what we expected of ya.” explained the Irish one.

“I don’t care what the Watcher’s Council is doing,” growled Fisher, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“You better start,” said the Irish one showing him what was in his coat, a gun.

Fisher looked at the gun for a long moment then he looked the British one in the face. “I want to talk in my place,” stated Fisher, “Up stairs.” The British Man and Irish one looked at each other. They didn’t see anything wrong all considering. “I’ve got tea.”

“Lead the way then,” said the British man in that smooth cheeky manner.

Fisher walked them to his apartment and opened the door for them, “Come in.”

The two men walked in, keeping there attention to Fisher. Fisher closed the door behind them, they didn’t notice him locking it, “How about that tea?”

“How about it?” replied the Irish one.

Fisher grabbed something from his umbrella stand walking towards the counter. The British one noticed, “What do you have in your hands?”

Fisher turned towards them. The Irish one looked at him, “Think you will be killin’ us?”

“No,” said Fisher, “Just coming up, going to get some tea for your lovely friends.”

Suddenly Fisher slammed his foot against the coffee table and it ran into the British and Irish Man’s shins. The men went down.

The Irish man went against his couch quickly grabbing for his gun. Fisher suddenly slammed the baseball bat down on his crotch. He threw down the bat grabbed the gun. The Irish man in the midst of his pain jumped up and at him. Fisher hit him across the face with the gun.

The British man had one too. Fisher shot him quickly and turned towards the Irish man. The Irish man grabbed him by the legs and forced him down into the chair. The leather chair went back Fisher dropped the gun.

The Irish man pounded Fisher in the face. Fisher grabbed him by his shirt and rolled him off him. Fisher went for the gun as the Irish man did. The Irish man grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back from the gun. Fisher punched him in the head.

The man rolled away from him. Fisher grabbed the gun quickly. He aimed it. The Irish man had aimed a gun at him too, “Think I don’t carry two?!” laughed the man.

Fisher and him had the guns on each other. One false move, something like that anyone could get shot. “You shoot me, I shoot you,” said Fisher quickly.

“Not if I get you in your head,” said the Irish man.

“Same here,” growled Fisher.

Slowly they seemed to circle each other. “The Watcher’s Council isn’t going to like this.”

“Don’t I know it,” said Fisher almost backing up into the counter.

Suddenly The British man grabbed him by the throat. The gun went off on the Irish man getting him in the head. The Irish man went down his gun going off into the counter. Fisher dropped the gun getting choked by the British one.

Fisher pulled him up and over him. The British man grabbed for the gun and Fisher kicked it from his arms. He grabbed the baseball bat quickly before he could try and get the gun again. Fisher hit him across the face once.

The British one quickly tried to stand up. Fisher hit him again. Then he hit him again. The British one was thrown back and on the ground. He put his hands up to guard himself. Fisher hit him in the head again, again, again, again, again. Blood splattering up on him.

Fisher threw down the baseball bat. He was breathing hard. This felt familiar, he didn’t think on it. He looked at that pulp in the floor, dead thing that was the British man. He backed up towards the door and unlocked it.

Quickly he left…

What I Am

Night:

Ramona was walking down a league of dark alleys towards somewhere good, to somewhere he had an idea of going. They’d already went to his place but the police were there outside, waiting.

“I know a man,” said Cillian leading the way, “He’ll be able to get us out of the country, no one will know that we’re gone till it’s too late to catch us.” She stayed quiet, he turned towards her walking backwards down the alley, “What do you think of London?”

“It sounds nice,” said Ramona softly.

He turned back forward, “I’ll show you all of Europe. We can go anywhere you want.”

Ramona was sad, things would never be normal. Never. “Okay,” she sighed.

Cillian was seeing good things in the future. He was thinking of trips. He came to the front of a club. That demon one. Demons were lined up to go in. They were going to take the back way.

He took Ramona’s hand, “I wouldn’t talk to anyone, stay away from men, don’t hang out with humans. Just stay with me and no one should bother you.”

They went around the back, “Of course don’t tell anyone you’re a slayer and don’t show anyone your strength, anything like that. If you get into some trouble, yell for me.”

“Are you going to leave me?” she questioned following him through the back way, hearing that heavy metal music blaring as they entered.

“I don’t think so,” said Cillian.

She wasn’t afraid of the situation, unless Cillian explained it. All Ramona had to do was act normal, call for Cillian if she needed him. They shouldn’t be getting pulled apart.

Cillian went up to the main bar. The demon bartender came forward. Cillian spoke: “I need to see him.”

“He’s in the back room,” said the bartender.

They turned away from the bar and went through the crowd dancing. Cillian wasn’t going to dance, not right now. They kept going. The demons around them dancing. The music throbbed against Ramona’s bones.

She looked around, behind, lead nicely by Cillian. Screaming women above head, dancing demons, there were demons biting humans all around. Screams and that throbbing heavy metal music shaking the room. This club was obscene.

Cillian went down the hall in the back with Ramona at hand. There were two guards at the back entrance. Drapes drawn for doors, beads hanging down. There were vampires in there.

He went to the front of the door with Ramona. The guards looked at him for a long moment. Then they made a gesture that meant they could enter. Cillian went forward.

They blocked Ramona. Cillian turned towards them quickly, “She’s with me,” he growled. They were all quiet for a long time, “I’ll tear your tongue back out if you don’t-”

They did that gesture again and let Ramona in. This place was just as obscene. Almost brothel kind of obscene. Druggies all over the place, people doing things, vampires, demons alike doing things. Ramona got closer to Cillian.

That man, must be the leader was sitting at a table to the back of the room, “Cillian,” he laughed whole heartedly.

“Hi,” Cillian didn’t make any inclination that he liked him of he didn’t.

“Whose this lovely woman?” questioned the man, his skin had black spots going down his neck, the back of his neck, black on his temples. His eyes were like a radioactive green.

“A friend,” said Cillian.

“A slayer,” growled the demon.

“Lets get to the business I came here about,” said Cillian, in a growl, “We need to leave town.”

The demon had two girls sitting next to him, teenagers like Ramona. Ramona looked at them. They looked at her. Their eyes were bright purple and they looked at Ramona alert, like they were in trouble. These two girls had to be under some kind of mind control.

They were chained to that demon, man, whatever he is. He had them like pets. They didn’t fight him, just looked at Ramona as if she could help them. Ramona couldn’t stop looking into their helpless eyes.

“Here,” said the man looking to the red head on his left, “Take her.”

“No thank you, I’m not hungry,” said Cillian.

“Oh, yes you are,” said the man, “I can sense it.” He looked to Ramona smiling, “Even this one senses it.”

“I’m not here to feed. We need to leave town, people are after us,” growled Cillian.

“Take her, do what you want. Peace offering, calm your attitude. You take her and I’ll do whatever you want of me. Like always,” said the man, cool, calm.

Cillian grabbed the girl by the hair from him. The girl screeched, her eyes started shaking. Cillian seemed slightly angry. Ramona pulled her hand away from him. She couldn’t, she tried, Cillian had tightened his grip on her.

He didn’t want to feed on the girl. She was shrieking loudly and her eyes were turning back to their natural color, green. Cillian’s face didn’t change, he just bit into the girl’s throat. The man looked at Ramona smiling.

Ramona looked at the girl. Cillian was drinking the blood from her, his grip on Ramona arm was tight. The girl was crying and screaming. Ramona’s heart was pounding fast. Fear was the new perfume around here.

The girl’s heart throbbed. The blood throbbed into Cillian’s mouth. The girl was on some kind of drugs. Cillian dropped her before she died. Cillian stepped back a step.

Ramona quickly pulled her wrist from Cillian’s grasp. Cillian shook his head, his eyes purple, that neon that the girl’s eyes had been. The one on the floor was screaming and crying. “HELP ME!!!” she was screaming. She was crawling towards Ramona.

Cillian grabbed the girl emotionlessly and pushed her down next to the man, “Burn her for me.” Cillian smiled. Ramona didn’t like this situation at all. He turned towards Ramona, smiled on his face, the room moving but no one else was, “What’s wrong?”

She backed away from him. She went towards the door running into a demon. He grabbed her by the shoulders, “Hey.”

Ramona quickly kicked him in the chest and punched him across the face. He went flying into one of the other tables. She quickly ran out of the place. She ran off into the main room.

Ramona went through the crowd quickly. The crowd spread for her as she ran out. She went to the back door and left. The door slammed behind her and she slammed up against the brick wall breathing fast. Her heart was throbbing harder than it had been.

She knew what he was, why didn’t she suspect him to do something like this? She was just tired, she pushed her hair off of her face. Everything was going to be okay- No everything was going wrong. Her heart wasn’t calming down.

Why didn’t she help that girl? Why didn’t she just start the heroic slayer massacre? Destroy the demons. They’re evil that’s her job. Ramona held her head, no tears, no tears. She could swear she was going crazy. Her muscles throbbed.

Cillian opened up the door quickly, his eyes turned back. “Ramona.”

She looked to him quickly, “Why are you doing this, why this way? Why are we running?!! Why didn’t you say you weren’t going to hurt that girl!?? YOU DID!!!”

He knelt down in front of her taking her head in hishands, “Calm down. Don’t work yourself up.”

“You have no soul. This is wrong. I should turn myself in and get this all over with,” sniffed Ramona, the tears were going to come.

“I may not have a soul but I’m not letting you turn yourself in. Alright!” growled Cillian like he was trying to get it through to her.

“I should have saved her, there’s so many humans in there,” said Ramona.

“I’m not going to let you save them,” growled Cillian. Ramona looked at him as if she’d been traumatized. He kept talking, “Some of those gits have decided they want to be there. It can’t be stopped-”

She spoke, looking at him angrily: “You ate her.”

“That’s what, that's who I am. I didn’t want to in front of you, but I do it. I crave human blood. Yes I’m disgusting. We’ve danced this dance. I’m disgusting to you, I’m evil. When I die, if that’s soon, or at the end of the world I will go to hell. Unless miracles do exist.

Ramona looked at him trembling her head in his hands. “I like torturing,” he continued, “There’s nothing better then the sound of a family burning alive. Hearing girls like you scream, I’m fascinated by it….It’s wrong, I know it, but I don’t care. You’re the only girl I don’t want to hurt…so stop acting this way. See what I’m telling you?

She kept looking at him, she wasn’t crying, at least not now. He had more to say, “It’s not my fault I’m the way I am, then again it is. My sire, made me this way. When I was made, fifth night alive- he caught me on fire. Healed from that, he put me in a bath of holy water. I’ve taken too much to give a damn about those people out there that I eat.”

They were quiet.

“You don’t want to change,” said Ramona.

Cillian looked at her, “The bad in me says no. The good in me isn’t in me at all. Memories- I just don’t want to do it in front of you if it hurts you.”

They were quiet again. Cillian pulled away from her, he stood up to his full height, “I’m goin’ back in there. You stay here, and don’t let anyone touch you. I’ll come back out, we’ll leave here and everything will be alright. We’ll live like new folk.”

He went back inside. Ramona looked forward, thought about everything that he said. She wondered what kept him from just turning her. Getting that over with, stopping the battles between them. Was it because he was afraid she’d hate him.

She thought softly to herself that she’d start hating him faster as a human. Ramona shook that out of her mind ignoring it. For the longest time her mind was just blank, blank, sad, darkness. She was quiet, calm. All the signs of being blank, staring into the oblivion, spaced out.

Suddenly there was a ring. Ramona was shocked back hitting her head against the wall behind her, “Ow, shit,” she hissed to herself. She grabbed the phone out of her jacket pocket, she had completely forgotten about that phone.

It rang again. The thought went through her mind, what if someone is tracking the phone right now. It wasn’t registered as hers, Katie wanted her to hold it for her. It made her sad again to look at the little pink phone ringing.

It ran again. Ramona opened it up to answer, “Hello?”

“Ramona,” replied Mark.

“Mark, hi,” said Ramona.

“Where are you?” questioned Mark.

“Slayer business,” answered Ramona quickly looking around.

“Slayer business- you’re picture has been all over the damn T.V. all day. You’ve been gone. Where are you?” demanded Mark.

“I can’t tell you,” replied Ramona.

“Well, you need to come home,” stated Mark.

“Why?” asked Ramona, “Is something wrong?” Her voice was soft so that it seemed different, she seemed very introverted, slightly worried.

“There’s some people that want to see you,” answered Mark.

“People, police?”

“No, 4 girls,” stated Mark.

“Girls?” questioned Ramona, “Really, what do they want?”

“You here.”

“Tell them that encase they haven’t notice I’m wanted and can’t go clubbing,” said Ramona, sadly. She didn’t really have that many friends that she could go clubbing with.

“No, they said they won’t take no for an answer. I’m a little worried myself,” replied Mark. “In all consideration, they’re really strong girls…umm….you kind of strong girls…They say they’re from a Watcher’s Council, and that if you don’t get here in the next 10 min. they’ll kill me.”

Ramona closed the phone. It was like automatic. She stood up. Her brother was threatened, family. She couldn’t let this go on. She dropped the phone and smashed it with her foot. Quickly Ramona took off down the alley way and up a fire escape. Take the buildings, get there faster.

The phone was hung up. Mark was tied to a chair in the living room. The tall black haird woman, her skin dark, Hispanic woman spoke: “So, is your…sister coming?”

“Yeah,” said Mark.

The blonde woman quickly put a gag in his mouth.

“We’ll let you say your goodbyes when she arrives,” said the Chinese one sitting on the couch.

There was another blonde. The women were slayers, Chelsea blonde, Lucinda Hispanic. Ki Ho Chinese, Alexis blonde.

Alexis went over to the window, checked the drapes, she turned towards Mark, “She’s not very smart is she?” she giggled.

Lucinda spoke, “I’ve never killed someone before, is it easy?”

Ki Ho shrugged her shoulders. Chelsea spoke: “Maybe.”

Cillian walked out of the back of the club, he looked around, “RAMONA!” he called. No reply.

Ramona jumped off the roof of a house and took off down the vacant street. She ran and ran. She wasn’t going to let Mark die. She wasn’t going to let them take him.

She turned on the road and kept going. The wind blew through her hair. She went towards the sidewalk and went across her neighbors lawn, jumped the fence then towards her front door. Ramona grabbed onto the porches’ roof and pulled herself up onto it.

She ran up the side of the place and went to bathroom window. Quickly she kicked it in.

“I think sis is here,” said Alexis.

Mark watched them go upstairs, all of them. Mark started to try and get out of his ropes. He hopped around on the chair. They wouldn’t undo. The gag muffled his voice, “Fugk!”

The front door made a noise. Mark turned towards it quickly. The door popped open and Ramona ran in. No noise was going on beside the girls upstairs talking to each other.

Ramona went behind Mark. She quickly untied him and pulled his gag off, from the front of him. “LOOK OUT!!!” yelled Mark.

Ki Ho brought a sword down over Ramona’s head. Ramona quickly pushed Mark forward and he went out of the chair. The chair fell down and broke, smashed to pieces. Ki Ho’s sword slammed down into the chair just missing Ramona’s leg.

Ramona grabbed Mark and rolled him back up onto his feet quickly with her. “RUN!!” demanded Ramona. Mark looked at her, “I SAID RUN!!!” screamed Ramona.

Mark did it. He ran. He didn’t want to run, he wanted to protect her. He decided to run.

Ki Ho did one of those moves that made it look like she was telling Ramona to come and get it. Ramona looked at her nastily, “Not Stupid.”

Suddenly Ki Ho jabbed the sword towards her stomach. Ramona Grabbed a statue and passed by the sword throwing the ornament at Ki Ho’s head. Ki Ho ducked. Ramona took off towards the wall she ran up it and back flipped landing behind Ki Ho. She slammed the sword back .

Ramona kicked it from Ki Ho’s grasp. Ki Ho went to kick her. Ramona kicked her leg down The other leg came at her. She ducked the blow quickly. Lucinda grabbed Ramona up from behind. Her long arms were closed over Ramona.

Lucinda threw her against the stairs. Ramona crashed through the stairwell. She caught herself. Alexis grabbed her up and went for her head, to brake her neck. Ramona grabbed her hands and leaped forward. She flipped all the way around with Alexis, and slammed her down on the coffee table. The thing smashed to the ground from the blow.

Ramona flipped back up onto her feet, she went to kick Ki Ho. Ki Ho grabbed her leg. Ramona kicked her off of her. She hit the ground hard.

Chelsea grabbed her by the jacket and slammed her against the fireplace busting the stone. Ramona punched her in the face. Chelsea pulled back and hit her again. Ramona suddenly grabbed her and slammed her against the fire place herself.

Lucinda grabbed Ramona from behind and slammed her against the ceiling. Ramona fell down. Alexis punched her in the face. She punched her again, again, again. Ramona could feel one of her ribs breaking. Ramona kicked her in the head and went to roll back up onto her feet. She felt like she was no match for the slayers all on her own.

Chelsea kicked her in the chest and was thrown over the couch. She slid into the kitchen through the living room entrance. She hit the counter.

“Easy,” laughed Lucinda.

Ramona had a quick pep talk go through her mind, ‘Doesn’t matter who they are. Doesn’t matter how tall they are. Protect yourself, get the job done.’ Lucinda and Alexis went towards Ramona. She was standing up.

Ramona jumped up kicking the two before her in the head. They went backwards. Ki Ho came forward and went to punch her with a right, Ramona blocked it. Another right, Ramona got hit. A left came, Ramona blocked it. She kicked Ki Ho in the stomach and she hit the doorway coming back. Ramona leapt over her and kicked her in the back of the legs.

She punched Ki Ho in the back. Chelsea grabbed her from behind by the hair slamming her head into the wall of the doorway. Ramona went through all the way and rolled back up onto her feet in the living room. She felt dizzy. Alexis blood down her front from the blows, she came towards her.

Ramona jumped up and kicked her across the face, Ki Ho went to punch her. Ramona blocked blow, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into a glass lamp. Ki Ho stomped her foot. Ramona ignored it slammed her against the ceiling.

Chelsea ran at Ramona. Suddenly something shot through the air behind Ramona and hit Chelsea in the chest. It was an arrow. Chelsea went backwards. Ramona kept on.

She grabbed Ki Ho’s face and slammed her into the stairs a picture falling off the wall and hitting her in the head. Ki Ho came back down. Almost falling, Ki Ho fell on her knees. Ramona quickly kneed her in the face grabbed her by the neck and snapped it quickly.

Ki Ho fell to the ground dead. Ramona quickly saw the dead Chelsea, she looked behind her when Lucinda tackled her. Fisher stood at the door. He went towards Alexis.

Lucinda threw Ramona down on the ground, sat on top of her and started pounding her in the face. Once, twice, three, four, five. Ramona slammed her hand against her chin and she flew back. Ramona stood up blood going down her face.

Fisher and Ramona were at each other’s side fighting. Ramona kicked Alexis in the head, swiped around and did it again. Lucinda grabbed her by the hair and tossed her down. Fisher punched Lucinda, Lucinda went forward. She quickly turned around and punched Fisher in the face. Fisher went up hard against a book shelf.

Ramona was slammed into the wall to the kitchen. She didn’t go through, she stood up straight turning around to the two slayers quickly. Lucinda punched her in the face. Ramona turned her head, punched Alexis then Lucinda.

Lucinda threw a punch at her. Ramona blocked the punched and kicked her hard. Lucinda went back about ten feet. Ramona almost toppled herself to the ground from hitting her so hard. Ramona turned around quickly grabbing Alexis by the throat and slamming her At the couch.

Alexis kicked her in the stomach. Ramona went back. She punched her in the face, quickly, 6 times. She turned around and kicked Lucinda backwards. She got punched in the face. She went down for a split second getting back up onto her feet with a piece of wood in her hand from the stairwell. Sharp. She turned around towards Alexis quickly and slammed it into her head through the bottom of her chin.

Ramona gasped with tire, pulled away quickly, like in the same movement. She slammed her hand backwards stabbing the piece of bloody wood into Lucinda’s chest, up through her diaphragm, through her lungs into the heart in one swift blow with out turning around.

Lucinda fell to the ground in shock, immediately dying from the piercing wound. Ramona turned towards where Fisher had been. He stood before her. Her face looked relieved, suddenly it changed to shock.

She took in a deep breath, like a hurting gasp. She went to put her hand over her heart as Fisher pulled the syringe from her chest. The empty syringe. Ramona backed up tripping over Lucinda and falling against the wall to the kitchen.

Blood dripped down her chest…“What’s…this…?” She was trembling.

Fisher looked at her holding his bleeding side. Something in the bookshelf had stabbed him. He almost knelt over in pain.

Previous Night

Fisher came out of the demon bar. He was a little drunk, he understood everything around him. He kept walking towards his house. He didn’t drive around that often.

He walked funny, held the brick wall beside him to not fall down. He had been walking for sometime. Everything was quiet, why would someone want to stalk him. It was that kind of stalking quiet.

Someone was walking behind him. He laid against the wall. He wasn’t all that drunk, the sound wasn’t numb. Fisher slowly turned around.

Andrew stood there, he waved, “Hi.”

Fisher looked at him confused, “What do you want?”

“I’m Andrew, your Amigo Giles said I should find you,” said Andrew going towards him putting his hands in his pockets.

“Is something wrong with Giles?” asked Fisher.

“No, no, no,” said Andrew, “He knows you’re having trouble.”

“You bet,” said Fisher bluntly.

Not only was he drunk, he had been knocked unconscious by his slayer, former slayer. Andrew pulled something out of his pocket. He opened up the little silver case, “Here. These are for you.”

Fisher looked at it confused, he actually seemed to have been looking at everything confused for the past hour.

“Giles says it’s for slayer troubles,“ said Andrew. Fisher looked up at Andrew. He gave it to Fisher, “He says that the whole injection will kill one. Which I don’t exactly suggest-”

Ramona couldn’t breath. She felt a cold sensation run through her. It ran up through her bones. She held her chest, her heart. She could hear the beats growing slower. Her body felt almost numb. The breath, she couldn’t take anymore, she couldn’t, she tried. She couldn’t.

She couldn’t blink. Dead girl looking off in the distance. She was staring straight at Fisher who dropped the syringe. He sadly went over to her, he knelt down in front of her, watched her.

Ramona didn’t make a move. Not a single move. It seemed he looked at her for a long time, but he didn’t. Fisher put his hand over her eyes and laid her eyes lids down for her. He pulled away. No movement, nothing.

Fisher held his side blood getting all over his hands. He looked at his watch…

Cillian ran down Ramona’s street. He should have just gone to the house, he should have tried looking anywhere else. He sped up to his demon speed and ran towards the house. The door was opened.

He ran to the door. Quickly his eyes darted around, the house was torn apart, completely ransacked. He saw Ramona sitting against the wall her hands down at her side. Her eyes closed. Cillian ran forward.

“RAMONA!!” he stood over her, knelt down. Blood on her chest from the injection. He shook her, “RAMONA!” she didn’t wake up.

She didn’t move. Cillian shook her again, “Ramona!” he feared the worst. “RAMONA, Wake up, wake!!!” He slapped her cheek, she didn’t do anything.

Cillian put his head closer to her. He couldn’t hear her heart beat, “NO!! NO!!!” his eyes were filling with tears, “DON’T BE DEAD!!!” he roared at her.

Quickly he grabbed a knife out of his pocket, he cut his left wrist and put the wound over her mouth. Point of death, death. He could try. He had to try. “Ramona drink. Please don’t die, please, please don’t die!!Don't be dead.”

He was crying, his blood was falling into her mouth. He wouldn’t know if it worked. Or would he? She's dead, she’s not waking up. He pulled away. Maybe if he gave her a jump start.

Cillian pulled her into his arms, he laid her on the ground and started doing C.P.R. Maybe it wouldn’t work because she’s dead. He’s done it before for her. It was showing now results, he was crying. Cillian pulled her back up into his arms. Held her close, “Wake up, please, wake up. I can’t loose you, wake up. Wake up!!!” he yelled.

She didn’t…

Cillian sniffed, He looked at her face, felt her cold body. She wasn’t going to turn, she was dead. Nothing left of life in her. He had touched her skin when he got in, it was already getting cold, blood on her lips. Cillian kissed her forehead, pushed her hair out of her face.

Blood on her snow white face. Tears going down his cheeks, “I want you to come back,” he sobbed. “Please, come back to me…”

He got quiet rocking her. He was rocking her back and forth with him. He was acting crazy, holding her tightly to him. He kissed her forehead again getting her blood on his lips.

The air had a smell to it, someone that wasn’t in this room. Someone that had did this. It wasn’t those slayers. Mark wouldn’t have done it. Cillian stood up slowly laying her down.

He stood up standing over her he looked towards the door, listened. He heard the sound of roughed breathing. Cillian walked forward. He walked sadly.

He didn’t wipe his eyes, still letting the tears fall on their own. He kept going. Cillian stepped over the threshold the only sound was his boots hitting the porch making that thump sound. Cillian looked around like he was in pain.

Fisher stood by an electrical post at the side walk. He stood against the wood holding his wound, doing what he was doing, bleeding out. Cillian walked towards him. He looked angry, not hurt.

“Took…everything..” coughed Fisher.

“You won’t live through tonight,” hissed Cillian going towards him. “YOU…YOU…TOOK HER!!!”

He walked down the main sidewalk across the grass towards Fisher. Cillian went towards him aggressively he grabbed Fisher by the hair with inhumanly quickly gestures. Grabbed him by the shoulder and laid his head so that he would be ready to bite.

Fisher spoke quickly, “Now wouldn’t it be a shame if my death didn’t profit towards hers.” Cillian stopped before he could bite him.

“It will,” growled Cillian, “What are going to do, bleed on me?” roared Cillian his heart aching. Not literally. His heart making that feeling, that never breathing, sad feeling. He wasn’t going to show mercy. NONE.

Fisher had blood run down his lip from his mouth, the piece of wood still inside his wound, “I feel great now.”

Cillian looked at him hatefully. He looked at him like he had been lately, Cillian took a bite into Fisher’s throat without changing his face. He drank in the blood hard to cause pain. The blood ran down his throat stinging his insides.

Suddenly he pulled away falling back. Fisher was laughing. Fisher himself scooted down the light post, laughing.

Fisher felt his legs lock up. He scooted up to the Mail box. He leaned against it not being able to move from it. His fingers started to lock up, “What did you do?!!”

Fisher snickered, “I’m going to die here. But so are you-”

“WHAT FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!!!?” demanded Cillian feeling his face start to become numb.

“Day is coming, any moment, the sun is going to pop over that horizon and all will be lost,” laughed Fisher, coughing. “I’ll be dead, a corpse, but you will be a dead, pile of dust.”

Cillian couldn’t talk looking around in alert. He couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t move his body was panicking on the inside. He was panicking. The sun was going to come.

Slowly Fisher closed his eyes. Cillian looked around trying to move, on the inside. But he wasn’t moving. He couldn’t move. He could feel.

Cillian could feel the wet blood on his mouth going down his chin. Feel the sun, slowly coming up. Fisher didn’t move anymore. Didn’t talk…

The sun started to drift up. Cillian’s skin stung lightly, then the pain became more. He roared out through his mouth, nothing more than a sound that gag would allow. The pain seared up through his body. The light made him smoke. He yelled, and yelled.

His body caught on fire not moving from his place. And like any vampire caught in the day he turned to dust….

The End

I might make another season, It's in thought right now. I don't know, probably not. See blog for more info on that and other fanfic.