Raksha suddenly awoke, fully awake and focused, out of habit. She never knew what she might encounter when she awoke, so she had got in the habit of waking up ready to fight, years ago. It had saved her from unexpected attacks, disgruntled lovers and anything else her gods decided to throw at her.

Raksha almost groaned out loud when she remembered her actions of the previous night. < I cannot believe I slept with Spike. Raksha out of all the guys that you could sleep with, why the hell did you pick him?! Because you love him. Wait -- Where the hell did that come from? I do not. You know what they say about those that protest too much... Ahhhh! It's almost like I've got Isis on one side and Set on the other. Knowing them I probably do. >

Raksha eased out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping body next to her. She really didn't want to have to deal with Spike, even though it was inevitable. < Not now... >

She gathered her Discman out of the top drawer of a night stand that sat next to the bed and went over a chair and sat down. She put 'Thanks for the Ether' by Rasputina, her currently favorite CD, into her Discman. She looked around her and surveyed the room. It was a typical motel room. Two chairs, a table, a night stand, a chest of drawers, entertainment center with a small T. V. a small closet and a tiny bathroom.

She quickly got tired of listening to a song on the CD she didn't like and changed it to her favorite song on the CD: Transylvanian Concubine...

"If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now
To the place where all the concubines...

Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin Wonder how they chew on their pointy..."

< I've seen some vampire harems in my day. The only time you got to fly high is probably during a fight over who got to sleep with the master that night. If you only knew how they got that pale skin, you would, if you're sane, run outta there. >

"Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be Countess in their hearts and their...

Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll be in Transylvanian concubine.
You know what flows there like wine."

< Teeth? I don't think that's a part of a vampire's assents. Countess?! In their minds. That's true. I wonder if I'm Spike's Transylvanian concubine? Not that I would mind being it... Ahhh! There I go again. >

"Sorrow is their master
Crackling with laughter
Now he's having just one piece of...

Cakey is their make - up
Catholics try to shake up
All the things that form their lives, but they're..."

< Catholics always have been the ones that believe in the dark forces... Unfortunately for lots of good people during the inquisitions. >

"Dead, their sighs, their song
They know what they do is wrong.
Stay here with us, it's just time.
Transylvanian Concubine.

Candelbra's lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like...

This is what they wanted
Always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too...

Thin. The blood has run out.
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they've flown
What have you learned from what's been shown?"

< That I'm in a bad mood. I've just sat here and criticized my favorite song. Too bad it's light out. I feel the need to beat the crap outta a vampire. > Raksha looked over at the sleeping one in her bed. < Maybe... No just one that looks like him. That would help. I doubt it. I'd probably would want to kiss it than kill it. >

Raksha sighed, disgusted with herself. She put her Discman aside. She retrieved her bag that had her bathing supplies and went into the bathroom, planning to take a long shower.

< You can never be too rich or too thin. I wonder if that's Buffy's friend... Cordy's motto. >

Raksha emerged from the bathroom, clad in a terry cloth robe. She went over to the closet and looked for an outfit to wear. She finally pulled out a maroon button down and a pair of black velvet pants.

She quickly pulled on her outfit. Then she grabbed her hair brush and preceded to brush her hair. After she was through, she went back to the closet and pulled out a pair of boots, which she put on.

She had decided to go take a look at some of Giles' old books of arcane knowledge, to get her mind off her problems. Besides that she had to tell him about the situation with Spike. < I'd better leave a note for Spike. I don't want him to worry. Not that he probably would anyway, since he had just slept with me to get me to agree to help him. But just in case. And to remind him to meet me at the library tonight. >

She went over to the night stand and riffled through it, looking for something to write with. She finally pulled out a pen and a note pad. She quickly scribbled a note and was just about to put the note on the bed beside Spike, when she was interrupted.

"Luv?" Spike had woke up and was looking at her.

"Yes?" Raksha responded. < Damn! I almost made it without having to talk to him. >

"Where are you goin'?" Spike asked, bemused. His voice was still roughened with sleep.

"I'm going to go see the Slayer and her Watcher. I'll be back later. Remember to meet me at the school library after sunset," Raksha answered. She started to leave but Spike grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed. Then he rolled on top of her.

"You really shouldn't leave without givin' me a g' mornin' kiss, pet."

He didn't give her a chance to refuse. He kissed her hard, dominating her. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and challenged her's to a duel, which she willingly accepted. It was a good thing that neither of them needed to breath because this went on for sometime. Finally Raksha broke the kiss.

"Let me up Spike. I have to go see Buffy," Raksha told him.

"What if I won't?" he asked, teasingly. He wanted her to spend the day in bed with him.

"Then it won't be Dru ripping off your favorite appendage, it will be me," Raksha threatened.

"You know you won't. You like it too much," Spike mocked.

Raksha decided to play his game against him. "I can always replace it with someone else's, so you shouldn't push it."

"But you see that's what I so very much want to do; push it," Spike said, wagging a suggestive eyebrow at her.

"Not now," Raksha sighed. "Those of us who can stand sunlight have better thing to do. I have to go."

She pushed him off of her and gave him a quick kiss. Then sat up.

"I'll see you later. Remember. Meet me at the library after sundown. Okay?"

"'K, pet. I'll see you there. I'll just have to sit here and pine away for you in the mean time," Spike said with theatric sadness.

Raksha laughed. She grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and threw it at him. He, of course, caught it. "I'm sure you'll find something better to do than that." She started to leave. "I'll see you later."

"Bye, pet."

"Bye, Spike. Remember."

"I'll be there."

"See you then."

And with that she left Spike to pine away the rest of the day.

Spike sighed to the empty room. He looked over at the clock. "Two - thirty. Great only five hours left."

He picked up the channel changer. "I wonder if Jerry Springer's on."