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[torturedslayer]

Willow, I could tell wasn't pleased about leaving me here, but honestly how much damage can Spike do in chains? I felt bad honestly, I don't know why, maybe because I could relate in some twisted way to his situation. I knew that in Buffy and Wesley and Makayla's kitchen there was a mini fridge with blood for when Angel was here, only reason I

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[mad_poet_spike]

Blood, glorious blood. And I didn't have to bite anyone for it, not that I could right now. I was shackled up and weak. The blood helped, but not enough.

God, how bloody pathetic I am. Vampires don't let people shackle them up in the basement with a slayer wannabe. And she's looking at me, acting all nice. She's probably laughing at me on the inside. I looked away from her.

"Figures. Baby slayer who probably got the bloody short straw wants to help me. I bet you love this, the almight Spike reduced to something just above a bloody pile of dust."

I hated them all. They could all rot as far as I'm concerned. "Just go away and have fun laughing at me with the rest. Just toss a stake down here and let me be done with it."

[torturedslayer]

Ok I was annoyed now...which was a new emotion for me. "Lets get one thing straight, I didn't get stuck with you, I had to pratically beg to get them to let me stay in here. I am not laughing, I wouldn't laugh, I am sorry if I thought I could relate in some way." I said angrily.

I turned and walked towards the door but didn't leave. I just melted to the floor my back against the wall. "And don't tell me I have no clue, trust me, I have more of a clue then you think."

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I laughed, as much I could laugh. "You have no idea what it's like. I can't bite, can't even hurt anyone anymore. I'm not a vampire, I'm a freak. Can't imagine a pretty girl like you ever going through something like this." I said, holding up my shackled wrists to emphasize my point.

"I never should come here. Should have let the sun take me. Much better than this humiliation. Willow won't help me, no one will help me. They all hate me so much they'll never believe me."

I looked at her, stared at her. I was very confused. "Why would a girl like you give the time of day to a bloody thing like me? Surely there are better things you could do be doing than wasting time down here with me."

[torturedslayer]

"You have killed, tortured, maimed, children were your thing right? Well nothing compares to what I used to live with daily." I said as I removed my hoodie, I wore this to hide my arms and shoulders. "Now you going to tell me I have no clue what pain is?"

I moved closer so he could see the permanant marks from the shackles. "My father would cage me, the shackles were to keep me from messing with the bars, and for when men thought it was hot..." I could see realization in his eyes, he was catching on that maybe I did have a clue.

[mad_poet_spike]

I was shocked. Beyond shocked. I didn't know what to say. I actually had to think for a moment.

"Well. We have something in common." I managed to say. I know I've done things in my time, but I never kept anyone shackled in a cage.

"I guess you must like being on the other side of the shackles now, don't you?" I didn't want to trust her or much less like her. No point when my death is imminent since I can't protect myself and no one will help me.

[torturedslayer]

"I don't like being on either side of the shackles...nor do I like the thought of them killing you when you have no means of fighting back." I admitted. "Look, I know you think I am just manipulating you, hell I probably would think the same if I were in your situation, but I'm not."

I stood up and walked over to his side of the room sitting near him on the small bed that was just set here carelessly. "I am the one person here that you don't have to doubt, I don't know why I trust you, I know from everything I read I shouldn't, but I do...so sue me."

[mad_poet_spike]

"Can't bloody afford a lawyer to sue you." I said. "And if you trust me so much, get these bloody shackles off of me. I can't bloody hurt you or anyone, what's the bloody point of locking me up like this!"

I held my shackled wrists up, not expecting her to blink before she said no. No one here is really going to give me a chance. I don't believe it for a second. Don't know why they bloody put me here anyway.

[torturedslayer]

I held my hands up a moment in surrender. "can't undo the shackles...Willow didn't trust me with the keys." I admit as I place a hand on his. It was odd, his hands were so cold, yet at the same time in an odd way comforting.

"I trust you..I really trust you." I then let go of his hand and scooted back on the bed getting comfortable my back against the wall.

[mad_poet_spike]

My hands plopped to my lap. Her touch was soothing for a moment, but just a moment. "Right. God forbid you cross Willow, she might fry you."

I wished she would just go away. "Just leave. I don't want you here. Just let me sit here in misery alone. I'm sure Willow has better things for you to do for her."

I moved away from her. I didn't want to be near her. I hate her for caring, and bloody Willow for being a bitch, and myself for not being strong enough to do anything about this.

[torturedslayer]

"You can be angry, but I am not going anywhere. I want to be right here, with you, there is no one else that can be bothered with me...so you are stuck with me." I said firmly as I got more comfortable

"So, what do you want to talk about? Anything, you name it...heck tell me stories about your past, just don't ignore me...please." The last word of the sentence was whispered...couldn't admit that silence still terrified me.

[mad_poet_spike]

I was getting angry now. "I don't want to sit and talk with you! You're a slayer, go bloody slay something! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I got up as I said the last part.

I went and got into her face. "GO AWAY! GET OUT OF HERE! TAKE YOUR PITY SOMEWHERE ELSE I DON'T BLOODY NEED IT!" I was swinging my arms and attempting to pace when I tripped over my leg shackles and hit the floor.

I just lay there, totally humiliated and hoping she listened to me and got the bloody hell out of here.

[torturedslayer]

he thought he could get rid of me by scaring me, but I didn't flinch. "You can't scare me, remember, girl who was beat daily..sometimes hourly by her father, fucked daily by any man willing to pay or give my father something." I said as I helped him up and back to the bed.

"And this isn't pity...if anything its me longing to be around someone who knows how I feel and not people who pity me...I am so sick of hearing how sorry everyone is for me and how they wish they could have saved me sooner...they can do better by just shutting up, but do they care no they don't...they just want to feel better about themselves about them not being to help me when I needed it."

I still wondered how he knew I was supposed to be a slayer, so leave it to me to ask. "I am not a slayer...I am going to be a slayer should Faith ever die...if I am the lucky one..." I said sarcastically.

[mad_poet_spike]

She won't leave. I'm truly in hell now. In pain, shackled, weak, and stuck with miss chatty slayer. I'm not going to ask what could be worse, because with my luck, something worse will happen.

"Fine. Stay here. But I'm not talking to you, so bloody get used to it. Only reason we have anything in common is that the government did something to me. Otherwise, you'd be my next bloody meal."

I couldn't even look at her. Why was she still here? Why doesn't she just leave me alone? Why doesn't someone just stake me already and get it over with?

[torturedslayer]

"And I am supposed to be scared of that?" I asked. "I wish I was..." I whispered barely audible. "You know what get comfy, I am not leaving you...well for long. I will be back."

I said getting up and leaving the room. I walked up the stairs and slinked into my room to atleast get something to do. He doesn't want to talk fine, but I am not going to sit in silence...I can't.

About 20 minutes later I returned to the room with some books and a blanket and another mug of blood. I handed him the bloodt then I found a corner of the room plopped down on the small chair and got comfortable.

[mad_poet_spike]

She left, and I really hoped she wouldn't come back. It was nice, the silence, for about twenty minutes or so. I heard the door open, and hoped it was Willow with a nice, big stake.

Instead, it was her again. Bloody hell. She even brought me more blood. And then sits down with her little blanket and books, getting all comfy. Bloody hell this is insane!

I threw the mug of blood and it shattered against the wall. "Don't want it and you can't make me drink it. Sit there, fine, but I won't budge for you. I'm going to dust with dignity."

[torturedslayer]

"Fine, don't drink it, do what you want, but could you stop whining." I said as I walked out of the room again to find a cloth. I then wet it and come back to clean up the mess.

"You are this deadly creature, yet you are the most whiney man I have ever met." I said as I finished cleaning up the mess. Once the mess was cleaned up I sat back down and pulled a book of poetry out and began to read...what can I say..I'm weird.