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Author's Chapter Notes:
some reference to rape if you are sensitive about certain topics, skip this chapter
Mexico: a few days after *the talk*.


Simple. Everything really was so simple. So easy, and simple and carefully thought out.
So how did it all crumple to shit so quickly?

The witch usually didn't like to succumb to vulgarity. That was for lesser minded beings. But as she surveyed her surroundings with a dubious eyes, she couldn't help the steady steam of uncouth thoughts that clouding her head.

'This was just a temporary setback' , she reminded herself.

And she was a Queen. As she walked around, eyeing the construction, over seeing the minions, her head was held high with the air of a royalty, but one who had just been offered scraps off a servants table. She would keep her pride though. It wouldn't due for the..underlings.. to see her..unsettled. No, she would remain in control.
Just then, the main conspirators to her current state sauntered though the opening. Laughing of all things!


The witch seethed with barely controlled rage as Drusilla and Connor pranced jovially through the door. How dare they? Prancing around the compound, flaunting their sickening displays of lust and fornication. After so utterly destroying her perfect and carefully laid plans.

The pair fondled and kissed each other, totally ignoring the witch and the busy minions until finally a clearing of a throat was heard.

The two vampire looked up, but if the witches's sneer was meant to intimidate them, well, she'd be sadly mistaken. They both just smirked at her.

"Mother, it seems the good witch would like out attention." Connor said while smiling at Dru.

"Shhh my precious. We must show the little witch some measure of respect. After all, she did help to reunite out little family." Dru giggled.


"Damn right it was!" The witch shouted. Usually she took pride in her ability to have total self control, but these two had continually test those limits daily.
"I gave you everything Drusilla! All that you would need to find this boy!" the witch pointed to Connor. "All that you would need to break your former...agreements. I allowed you everything. Allowed you to keep this insolent child with you even though he is no use to me or to the cause!"

"Hey!", Connor began to protest, but Drusilla put a hand delicately on his arm indicating silence..for now.

"He is a liability!", The witch continued to scream out her anger at them. "His father is in league with our biggest competitors. He will now be using the vast resources at his disposal to track us down to the ends of the earth. The powers at Wolfram and Hart will allow it because they covet our prize as much as we do! So what do you do. Do you lay low? Wait until the plans can be finalized? Where you smart and did you keep to the low profile that has worked so well for us for the last three years? No! You two brilliant minds decide to walk right into the heart of our enemies and proceed to host a little coming out party! I'm surprised you didn't conjure up streamers and some balloons to go with it? Why didn't you just announce our intentions on a fifty foot billboard right in downtown L. A. It would have been quicker! Honestly strolling into Angel's bedroom in he middle of the night. What ever possessed you to commit such folly?"

The witch did not wait for an answer as she continued to rant, "You two thought you were so clever. Wanted to twist the knife in a little deeper by flaunting yourselves before *Daddy* hmmm? Well congratulations. Look where you've gotten us!" The witch dramatically swept her arm around the room, her eyes following the motion.

"Here we are stuck in some hole while we are being hunted as animals. And not only from *daddy* dearest. The slayer and her team of do gooders have picked up on our plan. They have tightened security and locked everything down with every spell they could think of. It will be that much harder to steal our prize now!! So tell me this. Was that one moment of anguish in your *daddy's* eyes...Was it worth this!?"

Connor had just about had enough of this little witch, but Drusilla held him still, indication that she would resolve this. So Connor stayed his place. Mother would take care of everything. Mother always knew best.

"Poor little witch", Drusilla cooed. She circled the redhead finally coming to rest right in front of her. Drusilla took a hand and gently played with the fringes of the witches hair.
A thousand retorts screamed though the witches' mind, but she found herself oddly compelled to stand still and pay head to the vampiress. If the witch wasn't so prideful in herself she would have noted that her sudden interest in Drusilla was due to thrall, and nothing more.

Being so confident in herself, the thought of thrall was left unconsidered as she listened to the vampiress.

"There is no need for worry.", Dru cooed in a soft surprisingly lucid voice "We can easily defend this fortress here. It stands on accursed ground. Yes the blood of many flowed here. Such a river that even now I feel I could bathe in it." Dru eyes lit up like the fourth of July as her mind stretched out to feel the evil flowing about the cavern. She continued to play with the witches hair as she spoke. "We can easily fortify this place so it will not register one blip to even the most sensitive seeker. We have the power to block all those nasty seekers from seeing us..finding us... And the other will be no problem to us. Let them pile spell after spell after spell upon our prize, they still cannot keep it from us. Because they have underestimated one thing...me."

Dru giggled at the witch and continued to explain "They underestimate blood. Blood is the key. It is always blood. He holds his father's blood. The blood holds a shadow of his father's power. Power will recognize power. Blood will recognize blood and he will come to me of his own will. Spells or no spells he will be but powerless to come."

Dru released the witch from her gaze and took a few steps toward Connor before turning back around to speak again. "As for Daddy. His punishment is long in coming. His time of retribution near. The look of anguish were not nearly enough, but the day of revenge will soon be here..and it will be so gratifying. As you well know.." Dru grinned and pointed a finger up toward the witch. "You yourself know exactly how delicious it is to punish a wicked daddy."

The witch look momentary horrified, causing Connor to grin and Dru to laugh gleefully. Dru continued to taunt the witch before she could react further.

"OHH poor little redheaded girl. No mommy to save her. No one but her dollies to hear her pleas and cries and screams in the dark of night. No one but herself to save her. To punish that nasty daddy and his nasty hands. So child answer truly. When he finally screamed no, was it as good for you as it had been for him?"

The witch only allowed her self a moment before she put a steel mask of indifference on her face. Ignoring the taunts she focused on the larger issues."You had better be correct. You had better be successful. I have the backing of the greatest power in all the dimensions. A power much older that your great grandsire, you demented half-breed. I am the chosen champion and you will do well to remember that. If my plans should fail I shall offer you and your insolent childe to Wolfram and Hart as a peace offering, even if I have to tap into every power in this realm to do it. If I even get that chance. The great powers make take it upon themselves to punish you for your...disobedience."

The faint look of uncertainty and fear that crossed the vampire's faces was enough for the witch. It only lasted a split second but the witch caught it and declared it a victory. They knew the power at her disposal. Maybe now these two would finally behave.


The witch left them without another word and made her way to her own chamber. At her insistence, it was the first part of their compound to be completed. She had demanded obedience on this, and had not spared the rod to get the minions to complete their task. But her private sanctuary was here for her in all its finery. A testament to her great power.

As she sat on her fine bed linens, she suddenly felt weary..old..worn out.. and she cursed herself for it.

"You let them get the better of you Petal"

The witch closed her eyes and sucked in a breath at the voice. She tried hard to stomp on the memories that this voice unleashed but it was too late. The gates were opened and the floods of memories rushed forth.
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A little girl clutched at her covers and cowered in the bed, desperately trying to make herself sink into it..disappear....literally. But her magic wasn't strong enough. Not yet.

She had sensed him the minute that he had entered her suite of rooms. He hardly ever bothered to come to this wing of the house. If he did, she knew there was one reason and one reason only. He was coming for her.

He was close. Coming for her. Her tormenter. Her capture. Her father.

So lost in her fear she didn't hear the silent click of the door. Before she knew it he was there. It didn't matter. She couldn't run. Couldn't hide. The times she had tried to only had made it worse later when he caught her. He was a powerful wizard, powerful man, her father.

She was only a little girl.

His little girl..forever. He had made that very clear.

"Ahh Petal. Waiting up for your Daddy. Always waiting and ready for your Daddy aren't you Petal?" He called her that as he laid down beside her, her back to him as he caressed her cheek. He always called her that. But only here..and like this. She hated that name. It made her sick.

If he heard her whimpers as he caressed her with his hands, his body, he didn't pay them any mind. She felt his harden bulge pressed into her backside and even her young mind registered what it meant. After all this wasn't new to her. Not anymore.

She tried to separate her mind from her body as she felt him lift her night gown. Tried to disappear into her mind as he felt him paw at her most private and intimate parts. But try as she may she couldn't distance herself and she panicked as she felt him near her opening.

"Daddy..please.."she whimpered.

Whatever he was thinking. Whether he was hearing her words at all or only hearing what he wanted, he ignored her fearful tone and whispered intimately in her ear. "Yes Petal. Daddy's here. For you. All for you. Your MINE Petal."

And he swiftly sheathe himself inside her. Her fragile preadolescent body screamed out at the invasion, even though this was hardly the first time.

She furiously concentrated on trying to ignore the violation of her body She tried to ignore his pounding into her. The pain his thrusts caused her, mind body and soul. The whispered grunts of pleasure and love he growled into her ears. His tongue and his kisses that lapped at her cheek. Instead she looked to the future. To a time when she would be old enough, strong enough to hold real power. She would be a great witch someday. She would be able to wield power the likes of which have never been seen in this dimension. She knew it was true because her daddy had told her so. He had predicted it Wanted it even. And daddy was never wrong.

He always had his way. Always got exactly what he wanted.

But when that time came and she was old enough, daddy finally would not get his way. Daddy would be made to pay. She vowed this over and over, just as he pounded into her..over...and over.
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"Dreaming of me Petal? Of our glorious times together? Fond memories of me?" The voice mocked.

The witch knew this wasn't him. The man who shaped her life in more ways than other did or would ever. The man who truly made her what she was today. The man she both thanked and cursed because it.

She often wondered why the great one would chose this form to commend her in. This form to communicate to. Some would see it as a form of torment, but the witch chose to recognize it for what it was.

It was a test. A test of strength. One she would pass.

She should have known things wouldn't have been that simple. Nothing simple was ever worth getting. And the prize before her was so grand that it was worthy any,..discomforts, that she may endure along the way. She would not allow herself to show any weakness in face of it.

"Always fond memories of him." The witch informed the apparition, "But only that time when I was 14. That last time? When I used my binding spell to paralyze him. Used my knife to cut through the vocal cords on his throat, but not enough to kill. Than made him watch silently bleeding while I cut off all the...protruding parts of his anatomy..bit by bit..emphasis on the bit part. I would have liked to last longer, but..well you can imagine that the slicing was over quickly. Not enough raw material to speak of. But good times all the same."

"Yes. I remember that day as well.", It spoke solemnly.

"Your not him."

"Oh Petal." The figure approached her and ran a ghostly finger down her cheek in a parody of intimate contact. "I am more him than you know. You should realize that Petal."

"Stop calling me that!" the witch screamed as she moved away from the form, clutching her arms to her chest. Seeing it grin made her curse herself. She had let it get to her.

"Now Vashna is this how I raised you. A warrior always keeps calm even in the face of torment. You can do better that this" The figure scolded.

The witch momentarily forgot herself, where she was, who she was now. The words "yes sir...Daddy" were posed onto her lips as she suddenly remembered herself.

Not allowing herself to dwell on her weakness she drew herself up, raised her hand and murmured some incantations. The witch watched with satisfaction as the apparition glimmered in and out of the dimension, a look of horror on its face. Too soon her energy was spent and the figure reasserted itself into the world.

Seemingly unfazed the figure addressed her, "Now Petal, was that polite?"

"I am the profit of the great powers. It is not your job to question me slave. Your duty is merely to serve." the witch spoke coldly and with contempt.

Servant of the Power of or not, it was time to put this..underling..in place.

"If you have news for me I suggest you deliver it and be gone, for you do not wish to view the full extent of my..power."

It was a bluff. She had expended most of her energy just trying to push it from this dimension. She doubted she could do any more harm to it.

If the figure knew this it didn't show. It simply straightened up its human form and spoke to her. "Down to business. Now that's the girl I raised. That's my Petal."

The apparition allowed itself a smile as it watched her flinch at her words. This was his girl after all. His flesh and blood. His creation. This form was all that was left of the man he had been. He had made his choices in life, knowing it would damn him for eternity. Becoming an servant of the First had been a better outcome that he had expected. It was still hell, but at least he could linger, be connected to the world. Gaze upon his Petal. His girl. Be near to her. He remembered, once upon a time, how she had tasted so sweet. Been so innocent. So...devoted. So... serving. Oh how he wish he could have her just..one more time.

Now was not the time for such thoughts. When his lovely Petal finally disposed of the gifts and restored the First, than evil shall reign free. All of the faithful will become corporal alongside the First and this world will finally be theirs.

And then hell will be released on Earth.

And then his Petal will once again be his. Whether she wanted it or not. For it was promised so by the First. Once it were done..using her, he would reclaim her. She would be his again. Because the First would declared it, and because he wanted it. After all he always got his way. Except for once..of course.

The Witch stood there, impatiently while the figure seemed to rack it eyes over her. Lost in it's own thoughts. Now she was merely annoyed and bored rather that disturbed. This Ghost of a servant couldn't touch her. Literally.

But than why did her blood still feel so cold?

Suddenly volumes of her most sacred books began to fly off their selves opening to reveal specific texts. She looked at the figure, confusion knitted her brow.

"The time has come for action" It explained, "We cannot wait any longer as was originally planned. The souled Angelus is not only hunting you with every resource he has, but is also delving into questions regarding the nature of the champion." The figure cirlced her, gazed at her as it comtinued, "The slayer has been to him. If they continue to collaborate, it will not take them long to discover the plans and steal the prize from us. Already the slayer has taken steps to keep our prize hidden. She means to disappear with it before the time of reckoning. We need to secure it before all is lost." "In those volumes is everything needed to secure the prize and bring it here. The First's restoration cannot be performed before the time, but the..ingredients for the ritual must be secured, and hidden until that time comes."

The witch calculated the time frame and than scowled at the figure. "You want me to sit on them for almost three months? What am I going to do with them for three months. I am a Queen not a cosmic babysitter!" She spat.

"Ahh Petal, You lack of vision shames me. Is this not what the vampiress is for? She will retrieve the prize. She will be able to control them both."

The witch shook her head, "I don't like this. Drusilla is unstable. She cannot be trusted. We should leave them where they are for now. Bringing them together too soon, and under Drusilla's influence! Why you as mad as she is. We should stick closer to the original plan...We should"

"The original plan was destroyed by you lack of leadership." The figure scowled at her as it spoke, "You allowed the vampires too much freedom. If you had kept them leashed then the enemy would still be in ignorance of our activities. But no you allowed them their folly and it set off warning signals to half of the *seeing* world! There is no other course now. We must gather what we need and secure it for ourselves."


The witch stood cold and proud. "It was me who allowed the situation to get out of my control And it will be me to restore it. I have been grated the power and I will use it. The Restoration will be performed. We will be victorious!"

"Two things." The figured warned, "First the young one must be harnessed. It is a willful and powerful creature, and will attempt to use that power against your will.. Also, it is linked to It's mother and will be a beacon to her. There is a spell laid out for you that will show you the way. He must be contained and quickly or the others will come for him."
And lastly, you must keep them separate until the time comes. Do not let them anywhere near each other. It could destroy..everything."

"Goodbye Petal", he said with a kiss, "We will meet again..soon." he promised before he disappeared.

'Great! The witch thought. Instead of spending the New Year basking in glory, she was to rot in this hole as a second rate baby sitter.

"Just fucking great!"





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