Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Music was pounding her sensitive ears and no matter how far she attempted to shove her fingers she couldn't find any solace. She's lost Spike about an hour ago, he said that he was grabbing a quick meal and no matter how many times she reminded him that practically everyone was high as a kite he wouldn't be deterred. She could have gone with him but she didn't want to risk feeling his food's pain if there was any. She's been there before and does not long for a repeat. 
                          
She's been hanging around with Spike and his on and off vampire partner for close to 6 years now, they had meet 1963 after the  two had finished "visiting" an orphanage and now here she was on a festival with music she doesn't like and the person she liked was gone. 
                          
Pushing through the sweaty jumping bodies Ana cursed her small height and slapped a wandering hand away from her ass. If Spike was there he'd flip out, he was very protective and far more emotional than you'd expect a soulless vampire to be. Of course he wasn't the kindest person and he loved inflicting pain on people but the two had a great friendship. They were very comfortable with each other and knew that they  could trust each other, he trusted her more than he did Dru. He knew that she wasn't trustworthy and she had even told him that she would sleep with other people if she was properly seduced. But Spike loved the vampire regardless and all Ana could do was stand on the sidelines and hope for the best for her bestest friend. 
                          
She pushed past a particularly thick part of the big crowd and drew in a big gulp of air reeking of drugs. Speaking of drugs, sitting against a portable toilet was a bleached blonde man staring fascinated by his limp hand. 
                          
"Spike" She called out trying to get his attention. 
                          
"Mhm" He hummed still staring at his hand. "My hand, it's moving"  He continued mumbling. 
                          
"No it's not" Ana answered bringing the apparently moving hand into her lap to break his trance. The man looked up at her with a glare in his eyes. 
                          
"Yes it is, it bloody well is" He argued
                          
"It's really not" She replied giving his hand a pat. "I told you this would happen if you ate a flower girl" 
                          
"You did, didn't you. Should have listened" He grinned at her before his gaze dropped down on his hand. "Look at it, it's still bloody moving." He cursed angrily. 
                          
Ana plopped down besides the high vampire and let out a sigh while closing her eyes, There was never a dull day living with Spike and she hoped that it would never change.  
                          
Several hours later and the music was still pounding her ears, almost to the same beat as her headache and Spike had still not stopped hallucinating. Whatever that girl had taken, it had been some good stuff. He'd been mumbling nonsense under his breath that even her ears couldn't pick up on and she was pretty sure that she was glad that she couldn't hear whatever he was saying. Her butt had gone numb and by now the sun was bound to come up soon. So if Spike didn't come down at least a little bit of his high then she'd be bringing a bag full of Spike dust back to their crypt. Lovely gift to his lover.  
                          
"Come on Spikey, up we go" Ana tell the man trying to lift him by the armpits but he would not budge. It could be because he didn't want to get up and it could also and probably was because she had next to none muscles in her arms. 
                          
"Are we going home?" He asked her looking into her eyes. 
                          
"Yeah, we're going home. And we're going to get some yummy blood mixed with crackers if you come home willingly" She smirk to herself. That ought to do it, Spike preferred texture with his blood, something Dru always complained about. Apparently it left his mouth tasting odd. 
                          
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She had dropped the high vampire off in the crypt and then left to go buy some crackers. Hopefully the place would still be standing when she got back. You never know with those two, maybe miss Edith wants to burn the place down and like a good doggy Spike will do just as his owner tell him. 
                          
Picking up some really dry crackers (because she was irritated) she left the market with angry steps. They dared charge that much for old dry crackers, no wonder everyone was starving. The sun was up by now which also meant that she had to hurry up unless she wanted to look like a tomato for the rest of the day. One would think that being an elf she wouldn't be bothered by something like the sun given that she was so connected to nature but no she had to be allergic to it. 
                          
Slamming the door open and noting that none of the people living there were currently in the area she decided to be a nice friend and heat some blood for her favorite vampire in a litte cup. He would get very grumpy if he didn't get some blood to sip on now and then. When the blood was just warm enough she crumbled the already super dry crackers down into the cup and went down the stairs leading to the lower level. Hearing muffled moans and a banging headboard most people would leave the area until they were done but Ana had never been most people. Instead she threw open the door without knocking (this wasn't the first time either) and the two didn't even pause in their dance beneath the silk as she walked past them. This happened often, not that she wanted to watch or hear them but they were comfortable (or weird) enough that she could grab something real quick without it being weird. 
                          
"I got you some blood for later" She told him placing the cup on one of the nightstands. 
                          
"Thanks, darling" Spike reply distracted and very out of breath giving her a quick glance before putting his whole focus on the moaning vampire beneath him. 
                          
"Hi Dru" Ana greet the vampire. 
                          
"Hello, ah sweet Ana" Drusilla moan out between thrusts. 
                          
The elf walked out of the room and carefully closed it behind her. They very being very vanilla today, she noted. She'd walked in one some scenes that not even bleach could erase. She had to admit that Spike was a champ on the whole pleasing a lady thing and all of that. Like it's unbelievable. 
                          
It wasn't just her walking in on them being in weird positions but they had walked in on her when she had company over and most of the times they would scare her companions away and tell her everything he was doing wrong. There was no shame in that crypt. One time her and Spike had a very in-depth conversation about clouds while Dru was giving him a quick blow, his sex drive was unsatable. 
                          
Climbing up the stairs Ana thinks about what she wants to do and very quickly decide to grab something to eat and then watch some relaxing television. If there was something that the girl was obsessed with it was TV and books. She loved diving into different stories and living all those different lives. Her room was full of books, she had big piles on her floor because she didn't have enough space in her bookshelves. 
                          
Dropping herself into one of the comfy old armchairs after she clicked the TV on she hear a door slam and heavy footsteps echoing. Seems like Spike got kicked out of her bed, Drusilla must have wanted to punish her dolls or something like that. 
                          
"What's on?" He ask running a hand through his hair. 
                          
"Someone singing, sit down" She practically order. Her confidence in herself had grown massively through the years and she wasn't even close to how shy she used to be. 
                          
Doing almost what he was told he plopped down in a chair. Only it wasn't just a chair, she was the chair. 
                          
"Oof, you fat bastard" She curse angrily slapping his shoulder. 
                          
"I'm not fat" He retort rubbing his shoulder. "Now scoot over, pet"