Author's Chapter Notes:
The plot thickens! We meet the 'Lost Aurelian' and Spike and Buffy meet. A few lines I 'knicked from School Hard, you'll know it when you see it. No infringement intended.
Chapter 2

After setting Dru up in their new lair of an abandoned factory (with a bite to eat and a few newly recruited minions

to keep her occupied of course) Spike began the search for ‘his bit.’ Her scent and family bond were muffled, and he could

tell that she was masking her presence. However, she’d never truly been able to keep herself shielded from her ‘Mummy’ or

big brother, so he was able to follow the trail fairly easily. Slipping quietly through the streets, he ended up outside an

abandoned house in a run-down area of town, near Restfield cemetery. The door opened slowly, and a softly accented voice

murmured, “Hey Spike. Long time no see.”



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Buffy’s own senses were on high alert. She knew now that there were two master vampires out for her blood. While

her abrupt exit from the library might have denoted a blasé attitude, she was under no impression that she should lower her

guard. Her thoughts drifted to the third master in town, her souled Angel. They were getting closer and closer, but it

always seemed as if he held back. It was frankly starting to annoy her. Was she too young? Not pretty enough? Was he not

interested in her that way? He seemed to like her company alright, occasionally going out for coffee with her and always

dropping in on the Scoobs to deliver cryptic messages, but not so much on the passion. She sighed heavily. ‘No time for

that now,’ she thought, as she quickened her pace through Restfield, feeling the tug of her Slayer senses. There were

strong vamps near, and she was more than ready for a good fight after only dusting a few fledges earlier in the night. She

was almost pulled to the spot in front of an abandoned house where she could see two figures embracing in the moonlight.


“Awww ain’t it cute?” She quipped. “Young love...or should I say old and dusty love?”



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“Oi! We’re no’ snoggin’ here! Just givin’ the kid sis a hug yeah?” came the affronted reply. The aforementioned

‘kid sis’ merely giggled.


Puzzled, Buffy responded, “Kid sis? What, your Sire play a twisted joke on the family or something? You don’t even

look anything alike! Not like it matters anyway, you’re both about to fit in a Dust Buster!”


As Buffy brandished her stake threateningly, Spike immediately jumped down the crumbled steps and into a fighting

stance, ready to brawl. ‘Finally a good fight!’ Spike thought. ‘Nothing like fists and fangs against a Slayer to get the

ol’ borrowed blood pumpin’.’ While a few tentative swings and kicks flew, the seemingly forgotten red-headed vampire began

murmuring soft words in an unrecognizable tongue. Soon after the chanting stopped, Buffy and Spike found their limbs and

torsos immobile. ‘Crap crap double crap!” Buffy thought. ‘What the heck is this anyway?’ Struggling against her unseen

bonds, she began to panic.


Eyes widened as Spike realized what had happened.


“Hey Ellie! Quit with the spells already! You know how much I hate soddin’ magic!” Under his breath, though sure

to be heard by the other vampire, he mumbled, “Not like I can’t take another Slayer, ya know.” Turning his eyes back

towards the panicked Slayer in question, he continued, “Not that I like to brag, but done two ‘f your kind in already.

Bloody good fun that was...who’m I kiddin’, I LOVE to brag!”


Angered out of her panicked daze, Buffy responded with fire. “So you’re the famed William the Bloody? You don’t

look like much. Aren’t you a little short and scrawny for a vampire anyway?” ‘There, that oughtta shut him up,’ she

thought.
Outraged, Spike began to sputter a retort when Ellie glided down the steps and put a warning hand on her brother’s

shoulder.
“Now’s not the time Spike, and this is certainly not a lady you wanna ‘off’,” she whispered, too low for Buffy to

make out. Confused but curious, Spike relented. Nodding at Ellie, he immediately felt the magical bonds release and he

stretched his neck. Relaxing with one thumb tucked under the waist of his jeans, he couldn’t resist one last taunt.


Grinning, he tossed out, “Too short and scrawny for a vamp eh? You’re no more than a bitty bite yourself, Slayer.”


An annoyed grunt left said Slayer’s throat and she switched her attention to the obviously younger vamp. Locking her

hazel eyes with the equally greenish-brown of ‘Ellie,’ she questioned in frustration, “So he gets a get outta jail free card

and I don’t? I feel so...gypped.”


“Spike knows not to mess with me, not while I’m fully charged anyway,” Ellie replied. “We’ve been family longer than

you’ve been alive, and I can trust him to respect my judgment.” Smirking, she continued, “The question is, can I trust

you, Elizabeth Anne Summers?”


‘Elizabeth Anne Summers,’ Spike thought. ‘Interesting name for an infuriating bint, I guess.’


Shocked at the mention of her full name, Buffy recoiled as if struck. Acerbically she spat, “How do you know my full

name? You some kind of creepy stalker vamp?”


Eyes rolling internally, Spike wondered how much she truly knew about Angelus. If anyone had creepy stalker

tendencies, it was Liam. He could smell the bastard’s scent wafting about her own pleasing scent of vanilla and Slayer. It

was fresh but light; he hadn’t touched her but he had been close. Strangely, the thought of his Grand-Sire touching this

little spitfire bothered him immensely. ‘The bleedin’ hell you thinkin’ mate? Fuckin’ Slayer couldn’t hold a candle to

your Dark Princess.’ Spike continued to ponder his thoughts on the young little Slayer, almost missing his sister’s next

response.


“I know everything about you sugar. But no hon, not some kind of creepy stalker vamp. Just the creepy witch you happen to be looking for.”


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