Bloodthirsty Wings

Chapter Two

"Xander… Xander. I like it," she said quietly to herself.

She looked down at the clothes again, wondering if she should change into them or not. She looked down at her clothes, her own blood on her shirt and dirty jeans. Sighing, she peeked out the door to make sure he was gone, then took her ruined clothes off. She looked at her b*a and groaned.

"Stupid vampire. This is why I don't wear white," She muttered.

Xander left the house and utilizing his super speed, he ran to the nearest town. When he reached the nearest clothing store he changed his appearance to portray a normal human.

Gotta love being a vampire.

Once inside, he grabbed new clothes for himself and for Helena.

"Figured the angel doesn't have any change of clothes on her. Might as well make sure my servant doesn't always wear my clothes,” he said to himself as he filled the cart with a different variety of clothes.

He brought them to the cashier and entranced her, making her put all the clothes in bags quickly as he didn't need to pay for it.

"Listen, my sweet: When this spell wears off, you will remember nothing at all," he murmured softly.

She nodded and kept placing the clothes in the bags. Once she finished, he left the store with the bags in hand, running back to his house.

Helena threw her b*a to the side with her other clothes, then put the flannel and sweatpants on that were laid on the bed. She was surprised to find they didn't smell like blood or death. She grabbed her clothes and poked her head out the door again, looking for him. Cursing at herself, she hollered out the door.

"Xander?"

As soon as Xander entered his house, he heard her voice calling out to him. He walked towards the room, the bags still in his hands.

"What is it, Helena?" He asked, speaking with concern she hadn't heard since she'd been here.

She found herself at loss for words as she accidentally met his eyes. She looked down and shook her head.

"I, uh, um... Where would you like me to put my clothes?" She asked.

She continued looking down, waiting for a response.

Pull yourself together woman!

Stubbornly, she looked up at him, her eyes finding his. She made sure he was aware that she was watching his eyes, looking for some sign of kindness.

"I can wash them and yours, I don't mind," She murmured.

He walked past her, setting the bags down on the bed. He turned around, facing her, his eyes meeting hers again.

"In those bags you'll find new clothes. If you need more let me know. Now I don't know the size for your undergarments so I grabbed every size there was. Next time you'll come along to get what you need,” he said as he grabbed the dirty clothes and put them into one pile.

He smirked at her and handed her the pile of clothes. 

"The washer is in the room down the hall to your right," he stated as he grabbed his bag of clothes, tossing them into his closet.

"When you're done, meet me in the room across from this one. Since you're now my fledgling, you shall live here. You'll have your own room to do with as you please," He murmured as he left the room and walked into his living room, slouching down onto his couch.

She watched him leave, looked over at the bag, then down at what she was wearing. She blushed upon realizing she wasn't wearing a b*a in front of him, but figured she could worry about that after laundry. She followed his directions, going down the hall to the room on the right. She put the clothes in the washer, remembering being taught by her foster father. A flash of him holding up a belt to hit her made her fall backwards. She hit her head on the wall and groaned.

"Son of a bitch..." She muttered.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to make the memory go away.

Xander heard a loud thump against the wall. He got up from the couch and walked towards the room where the washer was in. He opened the door to find Helen on the floor, rubbing her head.

"Seems you still haven't fully regained your strength," he said as he helped her stand up.

He placed his hand on her head, feeling for a bump. He didn't feel anything and let go of her.

"Go and rest Helena. I'll take care of the rest," he murmured softly.

She shook her head.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll just, uhm... I'll go move the bag into the other room. I'm okay. It doesn't bug me," she said as she smiled slightly at him.

She walked into his room and grabbed the bag he brought back for her, taking it to the room across the hall. She sighed.

"You can't let it hold you down. What he did was stupid... Just focus on trying to stay alive here. He's gone, he's not gonna find you and hurt you," she said to herself, trying to find comfort in her own words.

She looked in the bag and started putting the clothes away. She decided to pick out a b*a and set it to the side. After she got the rest put away, she started unbuttoning the flannel and slid the b*a onto her arms, making a mental note to thank Xander later.

Xander waited for the washer to sound. He finished washing the clothes, dried them off, folded them, and put them in the basket nearby. He grabbed the basket and walked towards his room. After he set the basket down, he began putting his now clean clothes away. After finishing up, he grabbed Helena's clothes and walked towards her door, knocking slightly.

"Helena, I have your clothes here for you. If you need anything else, let me know," he said as he left the clothes by the door.

He left the hall and made his way to his backyard, where there were gravestones protruding from the earth. He knelt beside them, placing his hand on the ground.

"It would seem things are getting interesting my brethren," he whispered, smirking.

She put the flannel back on and sat on the bed for a minute as she heard the back door open and shut. She pulled a necklace out of her shirt, a dainty silver heart charm on a chain.

"I miss you, Allison. I don't know if I can trust him or not... He's such a terrible person for killing others. But he seems to want to take care of me. I don't know..." She trailed off as she slid the necklace back into her shirt.

She gathered her clothes from by the door and then left the room. She went outside to approach Xander and try talking to him.

"Hey... Are you okay?" She asked, genuine concern in her voice.

She noticed how his eyes became dull as he was looking at the gravestones, and instantly realized that she asked the wrong question.

"I mean, I... Uhm, I was just... Uh," she stuttered out.

He stood up as he heard her question. He turned around and faced her, his eyes locking with hers. He chuckled at her being flustered, but his face fell.

"Take a real good look, Helena. This was our coven, our brethren and sisters. All lie here due to a m******e placed upon us. I am the sole survivor of that blasted killing spree." 

He turned back around, trying to fight back the tears that wanted to come down.

Helena could feel her heart beat faster.

"Everyone I knew and loved all died. They all died and left me here to start again." 

As the words fell from his lips, he knelt down again, putting his head down. He was quiet for a while before standing back up, his eyes filled with fire.

"You better learn quickly, Helena, on what it means to be a vampire. We shall need to start increasing our numbers to take revenge on those humans." 

With that, he left the backyard and entered the house.

Helena stood there, staring at the gravestones. She soon followed Xander inside, walking up to him and, without thinking, hugged him.

"I'm sorry. Everyone I came to trust betrayed me, and a lot of them were humans. I despise humans. I just don't want to hurt anyone... I really don't. And I've heard terrible things about vampires," she whispered.

She soon realized just what she was doing and let go of him, her face turning red. She hadn't hugged anyone since her foster father, and she quickly moved away from him to increase the distance between them. She stared down at the floor and before he could ask her questions, she wandered off into her room.