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Subliminal by Levi Madden
 
Watching
 
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Chapter One
Buffy’s Point of View



“I think it is time to call it a day… or night, I suppose.” I say as I slam a stake into the heart of the remaining foe of the night. The vampire tries to get out one last witty remark, but quickly becomes dust in the wind.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Angel asks. I walk over close to him and clasp his hand.

“No, I need to get home. Mom has been understanding of the slayer duties but missing school because of it still does not go over well with her. I need to get what rest I can before getting up to start this dance all over again.” I tuck the stake back into my jacket and we begin walking out of the cemetery.

“Well, I think I have seen that symbol that was on the wrist of that last vampire, I’m going to check it out. Make sure it isn’t what I think it is.”

I think he is subtly trying to appeal to the slayer in me, imploring me to question him further and play a game of twenty questions. I won’t bite, though. I’m too damn tired. “You do that, I’m going to go fight the demon known as “Insomnia” and hopefully I’ll win tonight.”

“Have you talked to Giles about it yet?” Angel asks as we round the corner to my house.

“No. For some reason I just keep getting this paranoid feeling, like I’m being watched or something. Keeps me on edge, keeps me from sleeping.”

I’m not lying to him completely. I know I am not just paranoid, I can feel that there is a vampire lurking outside my house at night. Every night I get up, telling myself that it will be the night that I find him, torture him, and delay his death for as long as he has kept me awake. I always think that, yet every single night I hunt for him and never find him.

We stop outside my door and I lean my head back, waiting for a kiss. Angel closes his eyes and leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead. Not quite what I was waiting for. “Good night, Buffy.” Moments later he is vanishing down the street, I don’t even get a promise that I will see him tomorrow.

I unlock the door and I get that dull feeling like I do any other night. I turn around and try to see who this intruder is, but I have no luck. “Can I sleep tonight, please? A cranky slayer is not very forgiving.”

The feeling grows a little stronger, and my pulse starts to race, maybe he is moving closer. Could tonight be the night? Could I finally find the source of this lack of sleep?

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a vampire creeping up alongside the house adjacent to mine. Giddily, I grab the stake out of the inside pocket of my jacket and turn around. Dumb vampires can never leave the bait alone. Pretend not to notice them and they’ll come running.

I toss my key on the ground and bend over to retrieve it. Slowly, the vampire “sneaks” up on me. I let out a sigh as I fiddle with the key I threw on the ground. I feel like screaming to the vampire that it is hard to get much more vulnerable than this.

I feel his presence just behind me and I stand upright, bringing the back of my head in contact with his face. He lets out a frustrated, “Slayer!” as I throw my elbow into his stomach while I turn around.

“Come on, now.” I tell him. “I even gave you the advantage.” He tries the wild fists technique that is common with new vamps and I am less than ecstatic. I pin the demon to the ground and drive the stake home, waiting for the dust to settle into the dirt and grass. That dullness is still lodged in the pit of my stomach, and I know that this could not have been my stalker. Dusting myself off, I resign to bed. I’ll get him tomorrow.

Spike’s Point of View



I let out a puff of smoke and let my cigarette fall, smothering it with my boot. I lean up against the tree and look up to the sky. Every night for the past week I have been out here, standing across the street from the slayer’s home. I stay just far away for her to not see me, yet close enough for her to feel my presence. It has been wearing the slayer down, just like I’d hoped. A lesser vampire wouldn’t cause much of a disturbance on her radar, but I know my limits. I know just where to stand to cause a restless feeling in her, in a newer slayer.

I watch her window as she turns on her bedroom light. My gaze doesn’t waver as her silhouette dances behind the blinds as she dresses for another restless night. The curves of the slight girl are enticing, I will enjoy fighting her. What I will enjoy the most is watching the life drain out of her and into my Dru. Yes, the slayer’s blood will bring some much needed unlife back into Drusilla.

This slayer is full of life, and spunk. Night after night she has the determination to find me, just not the rest and energy needed. The past few nights I have been giving her hope, I stand around in the shadows then send an oaf over for an “easy kill”. They fall for it, and I watch as she beats seven shades of shit out of them. I stand by waiting for that night when she is so tired she slips up, so that I can walk on over and kill another slayer. I keep waiting.

I find it hard to believe that my ponce of a grandsire is this girl’s lapdog. I keep remembering the days of Angelus, raping and killing plenty of birds that looked just like this one. What makes her so special? It’s not like he’s sleeping with her, the git barely touches her.

The light in her room turns on and I watch her shadow dance over the curtains. I watch as she takes her shirt off, it looks as if she is peeling off a layer of skin. Next she unbuttons and slides her pants off. This young slayer brings out the peeping Tom in me. I walk closer to her house and watch as the light turns off. I wait a few minutes and climb up the side of her home. I figure that by now she has learned to sleep knowing that there is a vampire around. Peering through the sheer curtains I look at her. Her eyes are drawn together tightly causing her brows to furrow, but she is sleeping nevertheless. As long as her sleep is restless I am doing my job.

Tomorrow I am going to step this up a notch. Tomorrow I am going to find a way to get her mother to invite me in. I am no fool, I know it will be impossible to trick Buffy into inviting me in. I do believe that her mother is the ticket in.

I stay outside her window for hours, hidden in the shadows I attempt to plan my night for tomorrow. Buffy goes out to the Bronze on Friday nights and I am there to drive her crazy. That will have to wait, I need to make my stop here first. The sky is beginning to lighten with the impending sunrise and I know that I must get going. I say her name and she sits up in her bed. The dark circles under her eyes are noticeable now that her makeup has worn off, her youth still keeps her looking well off. Her eyes dart over to the window and I slide down the structure, heading back to Drusilla.

 
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