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*giggles* I kinda like this chapter.
Wish Granted

The Magic Box was empty in the mid-afternoon except for Willow and Buffy who were continuing research on vampire lines of ancestry. The problem they were having was complete lack of information.

After talking to Giles, Buffy discovered that, other than The Line of Aurelius, no other names were known. Xander, Dawn and Buffy, had started research on Saturday, but with the Magic Box’s grand re-opening, they hadn’t accomplished much.

Buffy shut her book, and sat back. "You know, I did this whole ‘study’ thing all summer. You’d think I would get a break."

Willow looked up from her book. "Angel didn’t know anything?"

"No. When I warned him about someone possibly coming after Faith, I asked him. But all he knew was his own line. Apparently it’s some big secret, only the favorite childer even know their own line, much less names of others."

Buffy riffled through the books on the table, intent on reading one she hadn’t already gone over a hundred times.

"Well normally I’d say, let’s ask Spike, but …" Willow got a vague feeling of Buffy’s thoughts when it came to the vampire, but couldn’t seem to get a real reaction from her. Once again, Buffy was straight faced with hardly any show of emotion at his name.

"Wouldn’t matter anyway. Same line as Angel."

"Oh, yeah." Willow turned past a few pages. "You’d think we would have come across at least one other name."

Buffy agreed, "And not just today, but in six years?"

"Well, what exactly did Anya say about vampire lineage?"

Buffy tried to remember. "Just that after humans figured out how to kill the demons, a lot of vampires got killed. Only a few of them started turning people, and even fewer of them are still up and walking around."

"But we aren’t looking for one of the originals, just a Master of a line?"

"Right." Buffy nodded. "The original of his line is dead, that’s why he’s a master. He’s supposedly the oldest living vamp of his line."

"Whatever line that is," Willow said sarcastically.

"Exactly."

Willow looked around the shop. "How long do you think it will take Anya?"

"I don’t know."

Just as Buffy finished her sentence, Anya appeared beside them, scaring them both.

"We really need to get a buzzer or something to warn us when you do that," Buffy commented while trying to slow the pace of her heart.

Willow smiled at the demon. "I like the foggy effect."

Anya stood in place, listening to the remarks. "Thank you. I used to go with an electrical theme, but too many people mixed me up with K'sra. She’s a vengeance demon too, but she handles wronged animals. You know, like dogs left in the woods, forgotten goldfish."

"Anya? Information? What did you fi- ….. goldfish?"

"Oh, yes. I remember once, she locked a boy in his room for forgetting to feed his goldfish. He had no food, but an endless supply of water, He would have died but …"

"Forget I asked," Buffy interrupted. "What did you find out?"

Anya made her way to the table and took an empty seat. "Well, no one knows names of the lines. In fact everyone was shocked to know I knew one. But I did hear about a book that has a detailed description of a vampire directly connected to the first Slayer."

Willow perked up. "A book? What book?"

Anya shook her head. "I don’t know. No one had it’s name either."

"So wait." Buffy held up her hand. "We’re supposed to look up names we don’t know, in a book we don’t have or even know the name of?"

"No," Anya answered. "We do have it. Or at least Giles did have it."

"You don’t know the name of the book, but you know Giles has it?"

"It’s an intricate system, and I know he had it. Past tense," Anya explained "Apparently a vampire got a hold of it a few years ago, and the book hasn’t been seen since. I was told that you would recognize and I found out Du Lac wrote the book."

"I think I recognize the name Du Lac," Willow offered.

"Me, too," Buffy added. "Which vampire stole it?"

Anya shrugged. "That I couldn’t find out."

"Great system you have there." Willow slumped back in her seat.

"I said it was intricate. Not perfect."

The name Du Lac kept repeating in her head. Soon the repetition gained an English accent.

Then she could picture Giles in the library. He was explaining something about the book.

She tried to remember when this memory happened. It was around the time Ford came to town. When Drusilla and Spike had promised to turn him in exchange for Buffy. He had said he killed the vampiress, but later that week, the blonde vamp came and took a book.

"Oh, God." Buffy suddenly remembered where that book went and who had wanted it. "Spike. It’s the book Spike took to heal Dru."

"Are you sure, Buff?" The red head leaned forward again.

"Yeah. I’m sure. I remember seeing it in the church."

"So Spike has it?" Anya asked.

"Or Dru. Spike was a little banged up for awhile." Buffy couldn’t believe her bad luck. She wouldn’t be able to know who was after her without that book. And she had no way of knowing what the vampire the other night meant about this new Sunnydale bad vamp’s connection to Slayers without it. "I need that book, Anya. Are you sure there’s no way to get it, or maybe another reference somewhere?"

"There might be, but I used all my Vamp resources. If there is another way to at least find out who The Master is, none of the demons I know have any idea about it."

Buffy tried not to, but she couldn’t help but be mad. She'd wanted Spike to be the last thing she thought about. The only time he snuck up in her thoughts anymore was during patrol, sometimes in dreams, but generally, she’d been able to keep her thought away from him. Now she needed him, and there was no way to find him, or the book. Best case scenario Dru had the book, but that was no where near likely. The woman was nuts.

Willow watched her friend’s face contort in thought. She didn’t need to look into her mind to know where her thoughts were. "Buffy? Are you alright?"

"What?" She had let her mind wonder as the ladies carried the conversation. "Sorry Wills. It’s just. I didn’t expect it to be Spike. Sometimes I miss him is all. Then I know that I’m supposed to get over it and go out, and have a life. But then why go have a life? So another guy can leave me without saying goodbye?"

Willow listened with understanding. Anya could most definitely relate, and also was quiet while Buffy ranted, like a good friend would.

"I’m sorry guys, I miss him, but then I have to remember why he left, and that it was a good thing he did, but I still sometimes, I guess, I just wish he was here."

Anya opened her eyes wide. "Buffy, I told you, some parts of a demon are uncontrollable."

"I know, and I understand why." Buffy started to explain, but when she looked at her friend, Anyanka was looking back.

"Dammit, Buffy … wish granted."

~~`~~

Dawn listened intently as Spike told her where he’d been. He described, in too graphic of detail, his trials, and how he came to learn the Slayer’s origins. He told her that he’d gone to Giles for more answers, but that the watcher could only confirm Jumar’s conclusion. Then told her about the reaction of the witch in the coven, and showed her the charm he wore around his neck, explaining that he didn’t know what it was supposed to do, but that the witch said to trust it.

Then how he became the newly appointed history teacher for World History, and World Geography. He had been told they were senior classes, and had hoped to avoid her as well until the time was right, but because he was a last minute hire-in, he had only learned of his class list while filling in the blanks of his new grade book during lunch period.

After confirming there was only one Summers, Dawn attending the high school, he had considered running.

"But you didn’t," Dawn pointed out.

Spike shook his head. "No. Promised myself I wouldn’t do it again. Had no excuse to."

Dawn jumped up and threw her arms around him. "So now you can stay. You have to." She couldn’t help but giggle when she thought of William the Bloody Vampire Slayer. "I mean. This is the Hellmouth. Slayage to be had around every corner."

Spike stroked her hair. "That’s right. But I don’t want to let on that I’m here. I need to take care of a particular nasty before that."

She pulled back. "Oh, nasty. There’s a new one in town. He said he wanted to kill Buffy, and Faith."

Spike sighed. "He’s not after the jailed Slayer." He let his arms drop, and leaned back up against the desk. "He’s after the two Slayers here in Sunnyhell."

Dawn became very animated, waving her arms as she spoke. "We have to tell Buffy. I mean, she’s going to kill you for running off. She didn’t say much to me, mostly cause I was so mad. But she is sooo going to kill you."

Spike cocked an eyebrow at the babbling teen.

"Oh yeah. The new vamp. Hey, do you know anything about vampire lines?"

Spike opened his mouth to answer, and was surrounded by a colorful fog, before vanishing.

Dawn tried to grab him, but only got a handful of mist. "Spike?"

She looked around the room. She was alone. The brunette gathered her books and purse quickly before sprinting out the door, and to the Magic Box.

~~`~~

"Huh?" Buffy looked at Anyanka confused.

Before the demon could explain, a form appeared not a foot from Buffy who stood trying to make the figure out. When it came into focus, her eyes went wide and she stood frozen.
Her mind began to process the image in front of her, but would not except the obvious conclusion.

Without warning Buffy tumbled forward into Spike’s arms. The confused man looked down at the fainted Slayer, then to a perplexed Willow, and to an apologetic Anyanka.

"Bloody perfect."


Chapter End Notes:
Norty Anyanka... and bad Buffy for forgetting the No Wish Rule.



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