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Split Personalities by PassionFish
 
Chapter Two
 
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The Vampire awoke an hour or so before sunrise. His senses went on immediate alert. Scooping the naked Slayer off his chest he placed her on the leather duster before pulling on the only item of clothing that hadn't been destroyed by the shredding Slayer - thankfully, his jeans. He lifted her up and sniffed the air. Somewhere, not too far away, he smelt a familiar scent.



His own.



He began moving toward it at a fast pace, wanting to beat the sun. The Slayer awoke with the jalting his long strides caused. With a cry, she kicked out. The Vampire lost his footing slightly and stumbled. With a growl, he held her out in front of him and shook her hard.



The Slayer stared at him. Before slowly curving back into him as he continued to walk.



It wasn't long until they reached the graveyard that Spike's crypt was situated. It was the first thing the Vampire saw and as the sun began to rise he pulsed an extra burst of inhuman speed towards it, slamming the door behind him.



Once inside he put the Slayer down and looked around. There was a trap door on the floor next to a sarcophagus. With a grunt at the Slayer he grabbed her hand pulling her towards it. He lifted it and stared down the stairs into the gloom. There was a light.



The Vampire climbed down, shirtless and slightly grubby, growling at any possible threat. When he found none he moved to let the Slayer pass. The Vampire stayed by the trapdoor while the Slayer prowled around the room. She picked up a lighter near a candle and began playing with it, squawking when it suddenly lit.



The Vampire growled, knocking it from her hands and they both stared at it on the floor. The Slayer scowled at it then moved away to explore the rest of the room. She next found the bed and looked at it strangely.



She poked her finger into it, surprised at the texture. She took a fistful of the mattress and squeezed. Then, she opened out her hand and ran her fingertips across the silk sheets. Tentatively, she sat down. When it didn't move she sighed slightly in relief and shrugged the duster from her naked body and let it fall to the bed.



The Vampire's low rumble echoed around the room and the Slayer looked up at him sharply. A split second later she was tackled back down onto the bed.



***



Buffy awoke feeling refreshed. She hadn't laughed like that in months. At least she didn't think so. Was she remembering something? The thought left her mind as William entered the room washed, dressed and carrying breakfast.



"I thought you might be hungry." He put the various foods down on the table next to the bed before picking up one of the croissants he'd purchased from the Deli down the street. With a sigh he sat down in the near-by chair and took a bite. A myriad of flavours filled his mouth and he gave a little groan, "Gods, I feel as though this is the first meal I've had in years."



"I had that feeling earlier." Buffy confessed. "But about laughter."



There was a pause.



"Once you're dressed I feel we should look around the town. Maybe something will jog our memories as to why we are here. The room is booked for another night." He added as an after thought.



"Okay."



***



The Slayer collapsed onto the Vampire's chest with a small satisfied sigh. Suddenly her stomach grumbled. The Vampire growled lightly back.



Yellow eyes met green orbs, a hint of laughter in them both.



The Slayer hoisted herself off the Vampire, slapping lightly at his hands as they tried to restrain her. She got off the bed and prowled around the room once more. She came to a stop in front of the fridge and crouched down in front of it before opening it.



She looked inside with a small frown on her face. There were packets of deep red liquid on the top shelf, a mug filled with the unknown liquid on the second and two packets of chips and a small tub of hot wings on the third.



The Slayer reached out to take the mug and held it in front of her. She stared into it, her frown deepening. She lifted her other hand and dipped a finger into it, coating it with the thick substance. Slowly she sniffed it then moved it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick the substance.



The Slayer made a face, thrusting the mug back into the fridge.



"Ugh!" She spat to the side, her teeth scraping her tongue as she flicked it in and out of her mouth; trying to remove the taste of blood from her mouth.



With a grimace she picked up one of the packets from the top shelf and threw it to the Vampire, who still lounged on the bed behind her. She turned her attention to the third shelf. She grabbed the tub of chicken, instantly recognising the scent, and looked quizzically at the packet of chips. With a small shrug she grabbed it as well and shut the fridge.



Naked, the Slayer made her way back to the bed, food in hand. She sat down, briefly glancing at the slowly feeding Vampire before jabbing her hand through the cellophane covering the chicken, picking up a piece. She gnawed her way to the bone before tossing it aside, reaching for another.



After her third she turned her attention to the chips. She frowned down at the packet, prodding it, hearing it crunch. Eventually she just gave up and ripped the bag apart, allowing chips to spray all over the bed.



She reached for one, tasting it experimentally, before happily moaning at the good taste.



***



"What can you remember?" Buffy asked, her hand entwined with William's as the walked the shop ladened streets of sunny old Sunnydale.



"About before the alley?" Will asked, crossing them to the shade, away from the hot sun.



"Yeah. Can you remember your life, your family? Your commitments?" Buffy added as an afterthought, indicating their interlaced fingers.



Will squeezed her hand, "I'm sure I would remember anything of that sort. Well, if not remember at least have some inkling of it."



Buffy nodded, but stayed silent allowing him to continue. "But, no, pet, not really. You?"



"No." She shook her head. "None of this looks familiar." Buffy indicated the streets around them as they turned a corner, an outside cafe in front of them.



"But I feel safe with you." Buffy whispered, almost inaudibly as she looked down at the ground.



"You are safe with me, love." William smiled down at her, slowly bringing up their entwined hands, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand.



Buffy looked up and blushed, "Maybe we knew each other before?"



"It would explain why we were together. I think only the two of us have lost our memory though - no-one else seems confused or..."



"BUFFY!"



William's sentence was cut off as the male shout entered their conversation.



"Buffy where the hell have you been, everyone’s been worried and what the hell is dead boy junior doing here in the day? And..." Xander's tirade seemed to go on forever!



Eventually he reached out, to take her to Giles and raised his eyebrows when Buffy cowered into William's embrace, the leather-clad.



"What the hell..."



"That is ENOUGH!" Will practically growled at Xander. "I have no idea who you are, but would you kindly explain how you know us."



"Giles much." Xander muttered, then frowned. "You don't know who I am? Is this some kind of sick game? 'Cause I tell you now, it's not funny!"



"Its not a game." Will clarified.



"Who's Giles?" Buffy spoke for the first time, in a meek voice that had Xander's eyebrows practically hitting the roof and William's protective arms holding her tighter against him.



***



"Please, won't you sit down?" Giles asked kindly for the fifth time since their arrival ten minutes ago, his request finally being heard.



"Pet?" Buffy looked up at Will and when he nodded reassuringly she moved with him to the small bench-like chair far away from the others.



"So, you don't remember anything?" Willow asked.



Buffy shook her head mutely while Will answered a negative. The blonde girl took a deep breath, looking around the sea of unknown faces as she held tightly to his hand.



"We woke up in an alley. We got a room at the...um...” She looked at Will for help.



"Clifford Motel."



"Ah, yes. I know it." Giles murmured, having stayed there while he was waiting for his house to be vacated when he first moved to Sunnydale. That time seemed very long ago.



"Well, that was about five minutes walk if that helps."



"You shared a room?" Xander asked sharply.



"Xander!" Giles and Willow reprimanded as Buffy and Will blushed a little.



"There was only one left." Will said quietly.



"Have you fed?" Anya suddenly asked Will.



"Uh, yes, thank you."



"Who?"



"Whatever do you mean?" Will asked.



"We had croissants for breakfast." Buffy gave Will a tender smile. "Will got them in the morning."



"You went out? In the sun?" Willow asked, frowning.



"Well, yes..."



"And ate human food? You're not...uh, hungry?" Giles asked, adding his frown to Willow's.



"No, I only ate a couple of hours ago."



"Why do care what he ate?" Buffy asked, her voice a little more sure.



Giles picked up a large cross and handed it to Will. "C-c-could you take this a moment."



"Of course." Will took it and held it without the slightest discomfort.



"Oh dear god!"



***



A few hours later found Xander, Anya and Tara researching into the amnesia and Spike's sudden human-ness. Giles was questioning Will, the same questions that got nowhere, while testing out his responses.



Willow looked over at Buffy, who looked sort of lost without William with her. "Are you okay, Buffy?"



"Um...yeah...I think so." She looked over at the books on the table. "Are these...magic books?"



"Well, uh, yeah, some of them." The witch answered awkwardly.



"Oh, okay." There was a pregnant pause. Then the Slayer asked in a whisper. "Do you have any other clothes I could change into? Will gave me his coat, but I kinda feel naked like this, plus - I'm cold."



"Oh! Of course, I should have thought of that. You have some clothes you leave here for after training."



"Training? For what? Cheerleading?"



"Um, no." Willow left it, not sure how much she should tell her. Instead she announced to the room, "I'm just gonna take Buffy to change."



Will looked up worriedly, "Okay, love?"



Buffy nodded and smiled reassuringly, "I'll just be a minute."



***



Dressed in a loose pair of cream muslin trousers and a black tank top Buffy emerged back into the training room. There was a slight draft from the open windows that breezed through her loose hair.



She stood in the middle of the large room and closed her eyes, allowing a calm to rush through her.



"Are you okay, pet?"



Buffy opened her eyes and smiled at Will as he came down the stairs to her. "Yeah, I guess. Its just the clothes in that locker were exactly my size. And there was other stuff in there, like deodorant and shampoo, you know what? Its exactly the same brand as the ones I chose this morning."



"Well, that’s good, love. Hopefully, being around people who know us will help us retrieve our memories. I noticed a picture in the shop of you the red head and that obnoxious brat who screeched at us in the street."



Buffy giggled, "Yeah, he really doesn't like you!"



Will chuckled and held out his hand. She took it and together they entered the shop.



***



The Slayer looked over at the Vampire next to her and slowly edged out of the bed. She was cold. With a shiver and a small grunt of displeasure she began rummaging through the chest of draws at the end of the bed.



Leaving the numerous black t-shirts, red shirts, black jeans and black boxers she came to the bottom draw, an eye brown rising at the picture next to female clothing. She lifted a hand to her face, smoothing her fingers over the contours of her skin, and then dropped her hand to the picture, rubbing her thumb across the glass.



She gently placed the picture next to her, suddenly becoming re-aware of how hard the floor was and cold she was. She pulled open the next draw, staring at the two tight tops, a jumper, a small leather skirt and various scraps of underwear.



Quickly slipping the light blue jumper over her head she closed the top draw and grabbed a pair of black boxer shorts. She shimmied into them before reclaiming the picture and moving back to the bed.



As soon as the Slayer had got within grabbing distance, the Vampires arms shot out, hauling her roughly to the bed.





TBC....soon :)

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