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[willywannabite]

What the soddin' hell was I goin' to do? I was tempted to follow her, just because I didn't want her to be out there alone - or I didn't want her to attack anyone else, but somethin' else told me to go home. Tell Buffy. She had to know. I wanted her to in a way and in another way, I just wanted Sophia to leave. Bitch already made it clear that she

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[wickedbuff]

It was a slow night and Ralphie wasn't used to staying home alone just yet so I had decided to stay in. For once things were quiet at the office and I was enjoying all of the free time to get caught up on important things like shopping, and tanning. Have I mentioned the shopping? Because really the only tan I've seen is when Cordelia has me running errands for her all day long.

I heard Spike come in and rolled my eyes a little cause I half expected to have him lurch in smelling like alot of whiskey again. He was making a habit of that and okay, he's Spike so I guess I'm used to it by now. Walking into the kitchen my eyes narrowed as I finally caught sight of his face. This was a little more than a bar fight by the looks of it

[willywannabite]

She wanted to know what happened and I was thinkin' of a million different ways of tellin' her. But, there was only one way I could say it. Not startin' from the beginnin' of course, but ... that would come later

[wickedbuff]

I just studied him carefully with my arms still crossed over my chest. He looked really nervous, which isn't exactly unheard of but it's not like Spike gets nervous all the time or anything. My expression darkened when he said he met up with someone from his past and my thoughts instantly turned to Drusilla. I rolled my eyes. Was all of this about her? I thought he was over that.

Then he said he turned her, whoever she was and even though Giles complained that I never did enough homework I'd done enough to know how that had worked. Drusilla had turned Spike, not the other way around. This was someone completely different. Someone Spike had made and now she was back in town to try and mess up our lives. It never really stops, does it

[willywannabite]

I couldn't stake her and it wasn't just because I didn't have a soddin' stake. Should have had one anyway. Just remembered what was goin' through me when she was ... near me. There was somethin' different about her, I could sniff it out. Tellin' Buffy about that? Not exactly easy, but I'm thinkin' I should at least try. Mostly because the bitch might go after her. Would rather her know what she's about

[cordys_bitch]

I was sulking and yeah okay I really wanted to break something or someone, but hanging out here would work. I couldn't go back to the hotel. Not now.

Slouching down on the couch, I shrugged when they asked what was wrong and if I was okay. Yeah, how to explain this again? I wasn't sure I even understood it all yet.

"Prophecies of impending doom. You know, the usual. I can't go back to the hotel right now, and I need to call Cordy, but I don't know what to tell her. It's such a mess."

I looked up at Buffy and asked, "Do you have any ice cream?" It was that or liquor, and the way my stomach felt liquor wasn't a good plan at all.

[willywannabite]

Great, just what we needed. Buffy and I shared a look and knew that this wasn't a good time for either. My problem and then his. His seemed more important now for the time bein' considerin' it was a prophecy of an impendin' doom.

Movin' over I grabbed my glass and sat down on the other couch that was across from him and looked up at Buffy when he asked if we had ice cream. Knew she did, she loved that stuff. I'd pour some blood on it sometimes, but that was usually after Buffy went to bed. She could take some things that I did, but that? Not so much.

"Well, you can stay here long as you like," I said, but Buffy pretty much said it all when she gave me a look that said that Connor could move in if he so wanted to.

"What is the ... er, prophecy?" I asked him and took a sip of my drink.

[wickedbuff]

Prophecy? I frowned at that, that was never good. I'm the Prophecy Girl, I should know. Prophecies are tricky business, but ice cream? Ice cream I could definitely handle. It didn't take much past the threat of having Cordelia near my house to make me head off to the kitchen

[cordys_bitch]

"Yeah there was a prophecy that I would kill Sahjahn, and well I did. And there was one that my dad would kill me, and well he did. I'm 2 for 3 so far."

Fucking prophecies. I ate some of the ice cream and it was really god. A lot better than the fat free frozen yoghert that Harry seemed to stock in the freezer. He was a vampire. Why did he care so much about what ice cream we had in the house?

"This has to stay between us. I'll tell Cordy of course, but it has to stay between us. There is a prophecy about Alexia and me. It's not good. We really need to stay away from each other."

So I was deflecting. I'm my father's son. I took another bite and shrugged. "They're still figuring it out, but I think it means I'm evil and she was born to kill me."