Beta’d by Oracleholly


Even though his staggering run was nearly three times as fast as a normal human, his young body ached all over; he had been beaten, burned and tortured before he had made his escape when explosions rocked the base.

As the first explosions hit, the sixteen-year-old male had grabbed the only clothes he could find, a set of surgery scrubs, and began to run. Scanning the room quickly before leaving, he found the gift his father had given him on his twelfth birthday. Luckily, due to all the confusion, he made it outside the compound, only to discover the true mystery…the signs all said Sunnydale. But his dad had destroyed Sunnydale 17 years before!


In the way only the grievously injured can, he locked his mind on all the stories his parents had told him as a child, and he ran. If this was Sunnydale, California, then the only safe haven he knew of this late at night was 1630 Revello Drive, his Grandmum's house.

His lumbering, staggering run finally took him to Revello Drive. Unfortunately the last remaining reserves of his energy were dwindling from all the injuries he had sustained, and his body was no longer able to keep up his superhuman pace falling into a more sedate stumbling walk. He prayed that he was not discovered by the denizens of the night. There was no way he could fight them in the shape he was in, and Dampyre blood was said to be a true delicacy.

His blood smeared the front door as he beat on it with all of his might. He was terrified for the first time in his young life that all of this could be just another mind game courtesy of his captors. As the door opened, he spied a face he had never seen outside of pictures. “Grandmum?”

With that last thought, he collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

Joyce looked at the young man sprawled in a heap halfway inside her front door. He appeared to be a younger version of that Spike vamp. She picked him up and half carried half dragged him to the couch. The older woman had seen more than a few strange things in her life on the Hellmouth, and after finding he had a pulse, dressed and tended the boy's many injuries.

As that task drew to a close she picked up the phone and dialed a well-known number. “Giles I need Buffy and her friends here. Yes, immediately. Spike is here and he seems to be human”
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Spike had escaped the bloody Slayer’s prison. The bloody bitch! He was making his way across campus to her dorm, for a bit of revenge when he saw them, literally hundreds of human soldiers converging from all around him. Now Spike loved a good fight, but starving and out numbered he had simply used his speed to get away. Of course they were still after him, and soon they had him cornered in an old athletic stadium.

He fought bravely, but that was what he did. Fighting like a cornered, wounded tiger, he had soon brought the enemies number down by nearly half; however, in the one split second he had paused to assess the battle, a soldier got in a lucky shot. It was a near miss as the taser barely hit him, but it was enough of a hit to make him lose control of his body. The electric shock incapacitated him to the point where he could see and hear the enemy, but he could not fight back.

Spike readied himself to die this indignant death, one where he couldn't even give a verbal attack at his killers. He refused to show any fear. He was the Big Bad, and he would die a warrior even if his enemies were cowards that hid behind their silly toys. He awaited the inevitable as only a true warrior could with a sneer on his face and a curse in his heart.

However as the cowardly 'heroes' closed on him stakes in hand, his demon began to rejoice. It sensed family close and coming fast. Feeling family was a surprise really considering the only family the bleach blond fighter knew on this side of the ocean was Peaches and his deluded sire. Never the less he felt someone, two female someones.

Sensing two female family members wasn’t in itself a surprise, but Spike heard their heartbeats as well as the two slammed into his enemy delivering a barrage of kicks and punches.

The nearer one might have been all of thirteen, a red-haired beauty with piercing blue eyes. She was the wind and the earthquake, ethereal, but at the same time, filled with a type of earthy beauty that made his heart swell.

The older exuded old power, power that seemed to call to him. As she swirled between two enemies, he saw her face. He knew not whether to faint, laugh, or bloody piss on himself. It was Buffy the Bloody vamp slayer! But her hair was longer and darker, and she danced even better than the last time he had seen her. If this was the Slayer, he was almost glad he had found the soldiers and not her.
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Buffy spun away from one of the Initiatives looking over at her youngest Erin. Both her daughters were daddy's girls, but Erin was by far the worse. The fourteen year old had taken one look at this universe’s version of her father and attacked the soldiers in a rage. Buffy was scared her youngest would take a life, but as the last soldier fell to the women of Clan Summers-Davenport, no one had died.

Buffy moved quickly picking up this Spike, all the while reminding herself THIS was not her husband, not her mate.

“C’mon Blondie Bear, I'll take you to casa del Summers to clean you up.”

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"Joyce, are you sure?" Rupert Giles had lived on the Hellmouth for a few years, but this seemed more extraordinary than most things he had seen, "Spike a human?"

Joyce gave a long-suffering sigh. "Yes Rupert, and he seems to be younger as well, much younger. He looks to be around fifteen or sixteen, and Rupert the injuries…he is covered from head to toe in cuts, burns and bruises. Rupert, I think he has been tortured."

Cleaning his glasses, Giles looked over at Xander. "I'll be there shortly Joyce. I am sending Xander for Buffy and Willow." He hung up the phone.

"You heard?" he asked the gangly teen.

"Yeah, human Spike badly injured at Casa del Summers," the often obnoxious boy answered, "On the way to get the Buffster."

He left the Watcher’s apartment shaking his head.

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Past Buffy and Willow were leaving the party as they saw a very familiar Desoto turn the corner on two wheels. Buffy ordered, "Get behind me Willow!"

The redhead moved behind the Slayer and began looking for stakes. Before either of them could get prepared, the car skidded to a halt just in front of them and the passenger door flew open. Inside much to their astonishment was another Buffy, as well as a young redhead nursing a seemingly comatose Spike.

"Get in." The older version said in a growling whisper.

"Oh yeah," Wills exclaimed, "So not getting in with the walking, stick-a-bottle-in-your-face, kidnap, almost cost you your best friend and your boyfriend vamp. Cause you know evil and all that, oh, oh besides, not really trusting the whole second Buffy thing and the leather, so not you…well maybe you, but not our Buffy…not with the black hair and thigh high boots, plus the whole poofy shirt, and dagger sticking out of your belt, well really kind of piratey."

The redheaded girl in the backseat sarcastically stated, "Man mum, you were right Auntie Willow has always been a babbler." The young girl grinned at the two shocked younger versions of her mum and Willow outside the car.

The older dark haired Buffy focused intently on her younger counterpart. Dark Buffy asserted, "Listen, the guys in military gear you’ve seen around campus, they hunt supernatural beings. As of about an hour ago a shithead from my, our time joined them. He knows all about the Slayer, her best friend the witch, Xander, Giles, and even mom." The two teens felt great annoyance emanating from dark Buffy toward them as she continued, “He hates us all, but you," pointing at younger Buffy, "and Spike top his list."

The younger Buffy made a quick decision and got in the car followed by a much more reluctant Willow. "Why does he hate Spike? What did Spike eat his mom or something?" Younger Buffy snapped back waspishly

"Nope," the young girl holding Spike's head in her lap answered, "Spike has two things he wants but can never have. Mum," pointing at the woman in the front seat, and then pointing to herself, "and three beautiful children."

"Oh bloody buggerin’ hell!" came from the barely conscious Vampire.
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Rupert Giles was a learned man, first in his class back at Oxford and watcher to one of the longest-lived slayers in recent history, but what he saw before him had him stymied.

[It was in effect Spike, well at least Spike in looks and size. The similarities between the two were unheard of. In spite of the differences, the only sensible conclusion he could reach was the same as Joyce’s earlier one, that Spike was now Human. Yes, human with numerous injuries apparently recently received from torture, since the cut on his eyebrow was new, and suffering all the worst wounds his demon had faced. He wondered at the fact that the former demon seemed to call to him; he felt the overwhelming need to protect him. Perhaps the Powers that Be had done this so the former Vampire could finish redeeming himself.

Giles was lost in these thoughts as Joyce returned to the room carrying soup and sandwiches, evidently for the now human Vamp.
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"What? You don't want me?" Erin gave the past version of her father the same weepy eyes and pouting lip that reduced her father to instantly caving, and it seemed to work on the younger version just as well.

"Oh no it’s not like that sweet bit, three kids, bloody well kind of a dream. But married to ‘Miss Got A Bloody Stick Shoved Up Her Ass - I Love The Buggerin’ Droopy One - He's My Bloody Soul Mate.’" He looked at his present version of Buffy as if she were a bug under a microscope. "No bleedin’ way!"

"What you think mum has girl cooties?" the young auburn haired girl asked with her dad’s famous smirk.

"Spike, me, you, sex, never gonna happen," past Buffy said through clinched teeth.

This earned a snort from the Buffy driving. "Oh yeah, you know he can smell it when he turns you on right?

"Ewwww, Buffy never gets turned on by Spike!" Willow made a gagging noise, "Cause he is evil."

"Can smell you to love," Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth.

"Red, you've wanted a taste of the Big Bad as long as the Slayer." His smirk was infuriating, and his remarks shut the two college students up.

Time Tossed Part two
A continuation Of Starshines wonderful fic Ungettable Get which can be found here
http://www.bringonthebloodshed.com/bloodshedverse/theungettableget.htm

Capter on of this fic can be found here
http://www.bringonthebloodshed.com/bloodshedverse/fiction/timetossed.htm

This is a rather short chappie, but I hope to have the next out very soon. Thanks To Oracle Holly for the beta.



Joyce sat next to the younger version of Spike on the couch slowly running her fingers through his hair as she
stared off into space. Why was she feeling so attached to this boy? She barely knew Spike, having only
encountered him three times prior to this evening- and the first time, well she didn’t know it was him only
some strange hopped-up PCP addict on top of her daughter, the second time when Buffy announced first
that he was the singer in her band, but then he was a vampire and oh yes, she was the Slayer, and the last
time, the most confusing time, when he arrived heartbroken at the house pouring his heart out to her over
a cup of cocoa with marshmallows before Buffy threatened to stake him. Nothing in their shared past
explained the strange kinship she felt toward the young man suffering so horribly on her couch. Her heart
went out to him. She looked over at Giles as he paced, the expression on his face mirrored how she felt
with the concern written deep. It was strange because she knew the Watcher hated Spike more than her
daughter did.

"Rupert, what is happening to us?"

The Watcher walked quietly to the sofa and bent on one knee next to the battered and bruised young man.

"The only thing possibility that I can think of Joyce at the moment is that this may be some reward from the
Powers That Be for some action Spike has done." Giles removed his glasses and stared down at them. "I
would theorize that the warm feelings we have toward Spike must come from the Powers as their means of
protecting him from his former enemies."

Joyce stared down again at the tow headed youth whose head rested in her lap. “But Rupert, I don’t
understand. Wouldn't they reward Angel first? And wouldn't we know if Spike had done something that
extraordinary?"

"Actually," Giles began cleaning his glasses, "Spike has already helped save the world once. When
Angel lost his soul becoming Angelus and tried to end the world, it was Spike who not only saved
me but also assisted Buffy in stopping him. You should remember that evening. Buffy told me that
Spike was here when it was revealed to you her slayer destiny."

Giles stood, turned, and began pacing. "And for an unsouled creature, such as Spike, who by his
very nature is evil, his actions that evening were more extraordinary than a souled being giving their
life to save the world. Given that Spike lies here before us in such a state only increases the chances
that he did something else and was rewarded for it.”

As if by some magic word the young man on the couch suddenly went into game face and began
whimpering.
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Future Buffy looked around as she drove scoping out every direction as if she were trying to sense
something. The other two women in the front seat were beginning to think that she was crazy
when a voice from the back spoke up.

"You bring a son with you Slayer?" Spike questioned as his eyes seemed to come unfocused as
his nose dilated, "Cause I am getting a male, very young, hurt bad. Bloody hell, what did they do
to him??"

Spike shifted into game face and his snarling countenance scared the college women in the front
seat.

"Where?" the Darker Buffy asked, her voice filled with fear.

"Her house," Said the snarling Vamp pointing at the younger Buffy.

"How bad?" the Mother asked.

"He will live, but he has been bloody well hurt bad." If asked Spike could not have explained the
anger he felt over someone he had never met being tortured.

"He'll need blood," Buffy cut a circle in the Desoto and headed out for Willy's. Looking back at
this world's Spike, "and so do you. I'll pick up some human for you both."

At Spike's shocked look she added, "Ya didn't think you were going to kill someone while riding
in a car full of slayers did you?"
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Giles stared aghast at the young man's face as he began waking up.

"But he has a heart beat?!" His words were both an accusation and a question.

"Grandpapa Ripper," the teen’s voice more a moan than anything else asked, "where's Mum?"

Giles watched the young man's movements. He looked as if he might be drugged. "I don't
believe I know your mum, Spike?"

The boy snickered through his pain, "No, Spike is my Papa." William began to stretch, but
his numerous wounds caused him to grimace. "Mum, is Buffy Anne Summers Kenticot, your
Slayer."

It was if a light had been turned on. He saw, even if he didn't want to, this boy was human but
also with a demon. He wasn't a Vampire, but the almost legendary, most often believed to be
old wives tale. He was a Bloody Damphyre! The older man's legs gave out from under him; it
bloody made sense in a Hellmouthy way.

"Well lad, when were you born?"

"I was born, February 24th of 2004." The young man looked first at the man sitting on the floor,
and then at the woman who had his head in her lap. "But Nana you're dead?”
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As Buffy pulled into Willy's parking lot, Spike cleared his throat. "The boy, can he use sire's blood?"

The Darker Buffy looked back at him. "You don't even know him." her voice caught in her throat.

The shy eyes that stared back at her looked so much like her son that her breath caught in her throat.

"Yeah, but this is likely the closest I'll bloody come to having kids so, yeah, I'll give him my blood."
His fingers ran through Erin's hair. The look on his face was so sad that even the two college age
Scoobs noticed and were saddened by it.

The small voice of Erin broke the silence barely uttering above a whisper, "You can be my Uncle
Spike while we are here."

"Would love that Nibblet."
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Xander Harris came awake in pain; his head hurt, and his body seemed numb. He tried to move,
but as he did so he became aware of the fact that he was chained to a wall in what appeared to
be a sewer system somewhere.

"Xander, Xander, Xander, ya know, I used to think we were friends. But you sold us out." a tall,
dark haired figure in military fatigues said as he stepped out of the shadows. "You sold out
humanity, first by sleeping with that demon slut Anya, then by aiding and abetting those damn twins."

Xander stared at the man trying to place him. "What the hell are you talking about?" He pulled on
his bounds. "I don't even know you."

"What boy, not even gonna threaten me with that Slayer bitch??"


tbc

Spike sat in the backseat of the desoto, his hands running through the hair of the young girl child that sat with her head on his shoulder. In his whole life human and Vamp he had never had this feeling of contentment. His demon should be howling at the thought, William, his inner ponce should be dithering. No, however it was Spike, pure unadulterated demon, that was content. Family such a small word, but in truth something the demon had never truly felt. true with Dru it was close, but not this. This other Spike, he had a wife and mate, a son and this beautiful child next to him, and from what he had heard had another daughter somewhere, one full of piss and vieagar and looking just like the slayers in the front seat.

A sudden intake of breath drew his attention back to the front seat caught his attention as the Slayer and witch stared at him.

"Blokes got a right to a dream, don't he?" He asked his slayer, and yes she was his slayer from here on out. He couldn't deny the truth anymore.

"Just never thought I would see this." Buffy the younger looked confused. "I mean Vamps can't love, its impossible."

Before Spike could answer. There was a loud snort from the returning Darker Buffy as she handed him a large cup of heated blood. "Yeah, and who told you that?" She asked her younger doppelganger. "Hmmm, the Council, who doesn't want you believing anything good about the enemy, oh, oh I know I bet it was Angel, yeah right he has no reason to lie to you about this." Her smirk was far from pleasnt.

"Angel has no reason to lie to me." The younger Buffy was getting a bit pissed.

"No why lie? I mean he doesn't love you soulless, so of course since the moon rises and says on his fat ass he must be right." The elder Buffy says as she buckles her seat belt and starts the car.
"You ever think that maybe all a soul is, is hmmm a conscious. Makes you think before you start killing off others. Maybe the Angelus you saw might just be the true Angel, an Angel that you are scared to death to know?"
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The one good thing about knowing who the young man, not young man her grandson, really was, was the fact that now she knew the beginnings of how to help him heal. Rupert, who was currently watching HER grandson sleep had informed her that according to legends Damphyres were human predators, they survived mainly on red meat. Unlike Vampires, Damphyres could and often did survive on normal human foods, but when severly injured they needed lots of red meat. He had also informed her that Damphyes were seen as protectors of their human cousins.

Joyce warmed her pan as she finished defrosting a pack of steaks. She really didn't know why she kept buying them, neither she nor Buffy ate red meat very often, but still it was a habit she had picked up while being married to Hank, and right now she was happy she had. She stopped suddenly and walked back to the living room door and took a quick look at her GRANDSON.

OK she had seen Spike before and yeah he looked very nice, but damn who knew he could make a son that looked so sweet. Joyce walked back to the stove and continued cooking the steaks, seven should be enough. Rare?? Someone that needed red meat to heal might need it a bit bloody, his father was a vampire after all. Hmmmm, my son in law Spike, nope not going to do, have to call him William, or Will, no William it fit him better, more distinguished. Joyce loaded the plate with the seven rare steaks and thought for a moment before grabbing her largest eating bowl and went to the freezer and brought back the ice cream container inside, after all her GRANDSON, might want some Cookie dough ice cream.
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Xander had never been this scared in his life the guy standing in the shadows had been ranting for a good ten minutes, and it was obvious the guy was insane. He tried to drone out the guys words but when something was said that was two inane for words he spoke up. "What the hell, Spike has kids?"

The statement was wrong on so many levels Xan could almost bet it had to be true. "Spike has kids and you're gonna kill them??"

Xander peered into the shadows at the obviously SUICIDAL, insane nutcase there. "Man have you ever met Spike, the guy will kill you for looking at any kids of his."

The man finally stepped completely from the shadows and Xander nearly gasped at the the scars on his face, it was crisscrossed with angry twisted gaping scars.

"You like those huh?" The Man asked with a sneer. "Spike's Bitch of an oldest daughter did it."

Once again Xander's mouth overloaded his brain. "Dude I don't know how it is where your from, but in sunnydale no means NO."

Ok Xander thought he was getting it, Scarface had tried something with this Joyce spike's daughter, still hard to get his mind around that, and now had to kill Spike before Spike killed him. Of course just this once the xand man was gonna have to plead with Buffy for Spike leniency, cause this guy needed to be dead.

"Not like that, but maybe," Scarfaces grin looked like a richtus as he continued. "she does look exactly like her mom, but never been touched by a demon. Hmmm, blonde hair green eyes, yeah I might have some fun before I kill her."

Xanders head came up with a jerk and he stared into the hate filled eyes before him. "But Dru is a brunette."

The smile grew. "Dru isn't her mom Buffy is."

Xander lunged forward nearly breaking his own arms as the chain snatched him back.
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As the desoto came to a stop, Spike hit the ground running his demon to the for as he raced into the summers house. as he stepped through the door he flung his duster off as he brought his wrist to his lips and tore through the veins there. he moved behind William quickly using his own body to support his almost son. He was only vaguely aware of the Slayers mum and watcher looking on with shocked eyes as he began feeding the boy. "Don't worry mate Uncle Spike's got ya."

Rupert Giles caught his word's immediately this wasn't young William's father but the Spike from Rupert's own when, and yet the way he cradled the boy feeding him sire's blood, or possibly as close as could be had here, it was telling. Buffy, his slayer, followed only a step behind stake in hand but as Spike began feeding William , she stopped and picked up Spike's duster and dropped it over the back of the couch.

What did suprise the watcher was the second Buffy, older than his slayer yes, but if he were to judge he would say only older by three or four years at the most. The last two arrivals were both redheads, Willow he knew well, but the younger redhead was a bundle of energy her eyes flashed yellow and Rupert realized that obviously William had at least one sister. Dear God the implications.
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Xander stared at the butt ugly monster that called itself a man in front of him, he was angrier than he had ever been, the blinds had been forcibly removed from his eyes and as much as he hated it he somehow knew the man wasn't lying about Buffy and spike, but that didn't matter right now, it scared him, it hurt him, but that wasn't important right now, Buffy's children's safety was. "Ya know when Spike comes up and slips his fangs in you and drains you dry? Afterwards I think I'll buy the bastard a beer."

The blows that came were painful, yes, brutal yes, but more so they were expected. As he began to lose consciousness Xander was almost surprised when he realized that YES he did want a front row seat of the Bleached one killing this trash.


tbc

as usual what has come befotre can be found here
http://www.bringonthebloodshed.com/bloodshedverse/authors/redwulf50.htm












Betaed by Oracle Holly
"He is just so much sweeter than Angel." Joyce stated to the room smiling broadly. "William,
can I get you anything?" she asked the slack jawed Vamp on her couch.

"Uhmm, actually Joyce, its Spike." He answered slowly, "And everything is fine."

Suddenly Spike remembered the ring in his pocket and reached his right hand down to
retrieve it. As he pulled it out of his pocket, the finger of the previous owner came with it.
Removing the ring from its finger placeholder, the finger dusted as it fell. He couldn't stop
his chuckle at Angel's finger dusting. He slid the ring of Amara onto his own in order to help
the sleeping boy as he fed the boy his ‘Sire’s’ blood.

Past Buffy was at first too shocked for words at seeing the ring, but then her anger simmered to
a fine boil allowing her brain to focus. "YOU stole Angel's ring!" Buffy started advancing on the
completely helpless vamp in front of her with stake raised only to come face to face with both her
future self and the redheaded daughter blocking her path.

"Back off!" The older Buffy ground out from between clinched teeth, "That is my son he is healing."

However, the younger Buffy was not going to be deterred. As she moved to push by her future
self, the redheaded child grabbed her arm and used an arm lock forcing the younger Buffy to her
belly on the floor. "There will be no attacking of a Spike on my watch." Erin almost snarled into
her mother's doppelganger’s ear.

"Don't see how you can call it Angel's," Spike began, "I found it after it had been lost for centuries.
YOU stole it from me, and gave it to him. Last I heard, being given stolen property doesn't make it
yours."

"Buffy, how could you?" Joyce admonished her daughter.

"MOM, he was trying to kill me." Buffy fought the grip holding her, but quickly realized that the
daughter of both a Slayer and a Vamp equaled someone stronger than just a slayer. "And besides…
Angel deserved to walk in the sunshine."

"But Buffy, if the ring wasn't yours?" Joyce looked over at Spike with a smile. "I am sure that William
didn't mean it."

"Uhmmm…actually Joyce she has a point. Kind of bloody did, but still it’s my ring." Spike looked for
all the world like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar. "And uhhm, again…the name is Spike."

"Still Buffy, you don't attack visitors in our home." Joyce admonished her daughter.

"But, IT'S SPIKE!" Buffy almost screamed as if this were the answer to every problem.

"Yes dear, and it looks like HE will be the father of your children." Joyce looked over at Erin, "You
can let her go now."

She looked at the young girl carefully, "Are you my grand child too?"
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Xander returned to consciousness chained to a the same chair. His face hurt, and his ribs felt like
they were being twisted in place. He scanned the room for the insane nutcase, but all he saw was
a woman setting in a chair facing him. And ye gods what a woman! She looked like a playboy
centerfold, with blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, and at least a Double D cup of booby goodness.
Her skin-tight latex left nothing to the imagination. It was jet black, consisting of only a short skirt
with a painted on top. He felt himself drooling through his bruises as she stood and walked towards
him on bare feet.

As she walked towards him quietly, she pulled a strait razor out of her bra and opened it. All Xander
felt was relief that this Golden Goddess was here to free him, and as she stepped behind him, he
couldn't stop the relieved sigh from escaping his lungs.

But then he felt the cool kiss of steel as it moved up his right arm, slicing not his arm, but his shirtsleeve.
His breath drew in a hiss as he tried to turn to look at her. Her eyes that only seconds before had
seemed kind, now looked like the eyes of a demon – filled with hatred and mockery - as she drew
the blade across his chest cutting his shirt completely off.

"What you thought I was here to save you?" Her melodious voice twisted with hatred, "I am your
torturer, you pathetic boy.”

She knelt at his feet wearing a sadistic smile as she began slicing off his jeans
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Buffy Summers the Younger was pacing the floor in anger as she watched HER mom treating her
older doppelganger, the two kids, and SPIKE like honored houseguests, and HER watcher trying
to get a word in edgewise to figure out this mystery. It wasn't a mystery to her! Obviously either
this older her was completely delusional, or HER Spike was nothing like the other Buffy’s past-Spike,
because it was so clear that this Future Buffy didn't really know Angel.

Why couldn't the son over on the couch be named Liam with brown hair and eyes? No! HER
possible future son just had to look like SPIKE, exactly like SPIKE. It so pissed her off to the
point of violence. But having felt Erin's strength, she knew it would be quite a battle. And she
just didn't want to have to kick the four of their asses all over her mother's home destroying it.
Yeah, that was why she hadn't punched anyone yet. Shut up little voices.

Suppressing a smile, Buffy the Elder watched her younger self. It wasn't hard to figure out what her
other self was thinking. "You wish your crutch was here, don't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"My what?" her younger self answered.

"Your crutch. You know Angel, your emotional crutch."

"What the heck are you babbling about now?" Younger Buffy asked, actually baffled enough to
almost forget her anger.

"As long as you pretend Angel is your soul mate, you don't have to invest yourself with loving
anyone else." Darker Buffy answered, "Then you can just coast through life barely living, blaming e
verything on fate, because you are too much of a coward to even try."

Buffy shook her head as if trying to clear it. "Look I don't know why you have an obsession with
this soulless evil vamp, but it doesn't give you the right to keep insulting Angel. He IS a great
MAN."

"Then where is he?" Erin snapped, sarcastically looking around the room as if she was really
expecting the brooding vampire to be hidden somewhere.

Glaring at Erin, she argued, "He left me, so I could have a normal life." She felt confident in
her answer as Willow and Joyce nodded with her. But all it drew from Spike was a snort then
an out right laugh.

"Bloody hell slayer, he sold you a bill of goods." Spike snarked.

"Oh yeah, and you know about love, how?" Young Buffy’s anger rushed back to the surface
once again.

Spike looked deeply into her eyes and said, "If I loved ya, I would go to the end of the bleedin’
earth to make myself what I needed to be to have your love." His statement was one of
simplicity. Even before she could argue, she saw the three future folks just nodding in agreement.

Older Buffy smiled sadly before beginning, "My Spike and I had a fight. We hurt each other a
lot, and said many terrible things. It was both our faults, but Spike being Spike, he blamed
himself.” She glanced quickly over at the present Spike. “So he went to Africa seeking out
a legend. He endured a tournament and torture on the chance that he might win his soul, and
just so he might be able to get me to love him back." She was crying now. "Ya know, the funny
thing was I already loved him."

The others including Spike went slack jawed at that. "No bleedin way! NO! I won't become a
bloody, broodin’ poofter for bloody anyone."

"Are you saying that SPIKE fought for and won a soul on purpose?" Giles was cleaning his
glasses at a rate previously unknown to all present. "That is remarkable, and he did it out of
LOVE?" His question seemed laced with more inner thought rather than directed toward anyone.

Older Buffy noticed Willow in the corner with her hand raised in the air like they were in class.
She snickered, and then motioned for the redhead to speak.

"How did he…uhhmm…father children? I mean we know that Vamps can't. Was it a prophesy
or what?" Willow stumbled through her questions.

"We thought it was a Prophesy at first, but then the coven in Bath acted like we were idiots for
thinking that. It seems that some philosopher named Galen had it right, something about a soul
being to a body what sun and rain are to a flower." Older Buffy wiped the tears from her eyes.

"OH, OH, then why didn't Angel…" Willow began just to be cut off by the older Buffy.

"Simple. First not his real soul; second the Demon and the soul have to completely accept
each other." She explained.

"Not his soul? Then whose?" Giles asked this time.

With a grim, disgusted look on her face, the older Buffy bit out, "Stupid Gypsies cursed him
with the soul of child he killed.”
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Staring helplessly down at the blonde at his feet, Xander could only watch as she had sliced
off his pants and begun to shave his legs. She was also mumbling to herself, sounding for
all the world crazier than Drusilla, "No hair…no hair. Men are slaves. Slaves should be shorn
from head to toe." The way things kept going, Xander figured he would be bald as Kojack in
just a few minutes.
tbc

Chapter Five

Xander Harris was in heaven as the blonde Amazon's head bobbed up and down on his erection. If she kept this up she could shave him everyday. As the pressure began to build, his head fell back and he knew he was nearing a mind blowing orgasm. Then she just quit and looked up at him with pure evil in her eyes. She spoke not a word as she turned and walked back to the other side of the room. Despite his predicament Xander's eyes were drawn to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up around her waist exposing him to the fact that she wore no panties.

After she reached the other side of the room the woman picked up her purse. As she walked back towards Xander, she pulled out a bottle and took a long drink. The liquid spilled out the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin dribbling onto overdeveloped breasts. Xander couldn't help but follow the trail left by the fluid's movements causing him to grow harder than he thought possible.

"This," she held up the bottle and shook it a little for emphasis, "is a drug made by my people. It is called Awalten, or in your language, Exxxtasy. We have used it since Rome was but a small village made of mud huts." She looked him in the eyes and smiled. "However unlike your drug of the same name, Awalten has a delightful side-effect - it will add a few inches to your poor limp pecker. And for those of us on the receiving end, it means once your up, you can't go down." Her smirk grew crueler as she continued to look at him.

She placed the bottle against his lips and turned it up so he could drink. Still hard and aching from the interrupted blowjob, Xander downed all she offered lustily. Hey what man didn't wanna be bigger and stay hard forever? Xander Harris had forgotten this was supposed to be torture as he swallowed the last of the drug. The Amazon smiled at him and began digging into her purse. Xander thought that what she pulled out looked for all the world like jelly strips flattened onto paper. He watched as the woman pulled off several and rolled them into a ball and began working it with her fingers. He asked the woman, "Hehehe, what's that?"

"Simpleton," her voice was soft and almost sweet, "I know you have admired women in bikinis before enjoying the sight of their smooth limbs with not a trace of hair. THIS is what they clean themselves with, nasty boy."

"And uhhhhm, where are YOU going to use that." he asked her.

Her answering smile was a frozen wasteland as she began rubbing the wax onto his already shaven pubic area.

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Buffy the younger watched as her older doppelganger worked the room like a political pro. Other than herself and Spike, she doubted that anyone actually noticed what was happening. When the others were completely engrossed in their conversation, the Elder Buffy exited the dining room filled with the rest of the household and joined her younger counterpart in the living room.

"You have any future type Questions?" she asked the younger version.

"Oh yeah, just one or two. When did we get so smart?" The Younger asked.

"Huh?" Darker Buffy seemed like she was hiding a smile.

"Oh nothing, it's just that you played everyone in there. Gave mom two beautiful grandkids when she never expected me to live to see twenty-five. Gave Willow and Giles enough research material to keep them happy for at least a year. Add to that you calmly announce that Spike graduated first in his class from Oxford in languages of all things. Oh yeah and with out trying, you give my Immortal pain in the ass a reason to change sides that NO ONE would have thought could happen. Right now you have the guy ready to get a soul and march into the Hellmouth, as hmmmm how did he put it? ''Wearing bloody Elizabeth Taylor jewelry and singing bloody Frank Sinatra's greatest hits.' AND you gave me a truth that I have thought of lots of times."

"What do you want first?" her Elder asked with a smirk as she moved to sit beside her younger self.

"The kids. I mean are they really all that?" She had to know. She had never expected to have kids, and these two were already growing on her.

"Oh yeah, I never really understood love, ya know, not just with Angel, but over all. I mean Angel was like a light in a dark room, and it seemed perfect. With Spike it was like a huge sports stadium, it blew my mind. But then came the twins. It was like suddenly I saw the sun for the first time. To be honest I was scared at first that I wouldn't be able to love Spike as much as the kids, but... then when I got him back it was like I had the sun, the moon and the stars." The older woman stopped for a moment her eyes watering. "Then after Erin was born everything just came even more into focus. I learned that real love is infinite there is always plenty for everyone. God, right now I know My Spike and Joy are alive, but... it hurts that they aren't here with us. The kids have never met their Grandmum, and well I just wish Joy was here. But I also know being apart right now will keep her and her Papa safe and both will keep the other out of trouble.

"How bad?" The blonder woman Buffy asked.

"How bad, what?"

"How bad did I, I mean you, treat Spike before...?"

"What gives you that idea?" Darker Buffy seemed a bit nervous.

"Please, the way you have been treating my Spike? I know what those marks on your neck are. They aren't love bites nor even a normal mating Claim, those are the full deal." The younger shuddered before she continues. "And I know you aren't trying to seduce him, so I think it might be guilt?"

"Yeah a little bit." She leaned back, "OK a lot. When Spike and I first started, ahem, dating I used to go to his place screw him until neither one of us could move, rest enough to move, then kick him in the head as I ran off with my virtue aflutter. I treated him worse than Angelus ever treated us, except I was sleeping with Spike. I'd screw him silly then refuse to tell anyone we were together. I'd see him around my friends and ridicule him, then chase him down alone and use him for sex." She glanced over at her younger self, noticing the sick expression on her face, "You asked for it."

"But why did he take it?" The younger woman was truly aghast and more than a little lost.

"When Spike loves someone he forgives. God, one morning I had had a bad day, and he told me to lay it all on him. I beat him nearly to death and left him in an alley for the sun. But that same night when I saw him he had already forgiven me. He never even brought it up again. Just let it go, ya know?

The teen sat for a minute staring at the floor. "That made it worse didn't it? I mean Angel would have shown up battered and bruised with those puppy-dog eyes and had you begging him to forgive you. Then when he did you could have felt better." She looked over at the elder woman. "You sure he doesn't already have a soul?" she asked with a crooked sad grin.

Then she added another question, "But on your side, why Spike?"

At this Buffy the Elder let out a snort then answered with a smile. "Weeell size really does matter. God, Spike is just everything I never knew I wanted till I got it. I have never been loved like he loves me, and I have never loved anyone like I love him. He walks beside me, not hiding behind me, not in front of me trying to protect me, beside me like a partner should."

The dreamy quality that filled in her eyes astounded the younger slayer. Still dreamy eyed after what? 18, 20 years…damn.

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On one hand Xander was more than a little impressed at his now disturbingly large erection, but on the other the hot wax attached to his nut sack had him worried. The woman Hipptolya, she had called herself, sauntered back up to him and offered him a drink from a bottle of Crown Royal (Chivas Regal). As he gulped down then choked out the fiery Canadian whiskey, she pushed apart his knees and knelt her now naked body between them.

Leaning forward she allowed her DD-cup breasts to rub against his straining erection. Her tongue slithered out and began making circles around his engorged cockhead. All the while as her finger moved to the wax on his balls, and in one sure motion she ripped the wax free. Xander's scream hit a pitch that only dogs could hear as he passed out.

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Back on Revello Drive the gang had all gone to bed. Both Willow and Giles had returned to their respective homes, Joyce had retired to her room, and Buffy the Younger had volunteered to sleep on the couch so that Older Buffy and the kids could have her room and the guest room. Of course sleeping on the couch had its advantages. The couch was close to the basement door. The fact was she had begun to admit that she did have more carnal feelings for the vampire on a cot in the basement. She waited all of thirty minutes to let the others go to sleep before going to the basement.

Although She was scared to death as she undressed going down the stairs. She was wet and aching. The older Buffy's words echoed in her mind. Having denied her lust for the vamp for so long, she desperately needed to see if size really did matter.

As her bare feet hit the floor of the basement, she heard Spike's sharp intake of breath as he pulled back the sheet covering his body. Her eyes gazed lustily over his nude form, his hard cock reaching slightly over his belly button, his abs seeming to flex with every breath. Young Buffy's breath came in labored gasps as she slipped her right leg over his hips. Her right hand reached down to grasp his erection as she lowered herself onto the hard cock under her. As it slipped in she felt herself stretch to the point of almost pain, and as her hips met his she felt him gently nudge her cervix.

She looked down into his darkened gaze and spoke, "No words tonight, just sex."

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Time Tossed 6

Younger Buffy woke with a feeling of being filled, her nerve endings slightly numb; her whole body
still languid and rested. The complete bliss she still felt was still new to her. Never had anyone
made her feel like this. As she waxed poetic she felt Spike pulling away. Without thinking her
legs were wrapped around him pulling his still hard cock back into her depths. It seemed that one
night wasn't enough. As he slid all the way back in and then back, she felt their sticky, dried sweat
covered bodies peeling away from each other. It was sick; it was weird, but god it turned her on.

Spike pulled almost all the way, keeping just the crown buried in Buffy. Slowly working it in circles
then pulling it up and across her clit. Buffy's not so silent moans were music to his ears. Last night
had been a battle, a sexual war. This morning was all about pleasure. She was his, and he intended
to show her.

Her hazel eyes seemed to glow as she looked up at him. "No tease. In me now."

He smiled down at her as he continued to tease her for a bit. Just as she was about to speak
again, he suddenly slammed it all the way in. Watching her eyes bulge as he hit bottom hard.
He raised both her ankles and put them together behind her left ear. He alternated strokes - a
few so hard that Buffy's face was contorted in fear and intense pleasure, then slow, gentle, and
loving. Watching as she breathed hard through her mouth, Spike admired that her face was
now a study in disbelief. Seeing her face, he knew she had never truly come for any of her
lovers before him. He was well aware that few men had his size, and Spike intended to ruin
her for anyone else. On the next hard down thrust as her eyes bulged he stayed deep grinding
his pubic hair into her clit. Her body shuddered in orgasm, and her tight little cunny nearly drug
him with her.

"This what you want Slayer?" Spike asked as he began the long slow strokes again. "You
want the Big Bad to bloody shag you senseless?"

"Uh-huh," was her languid response, her body barely able to move

He kept the grinding going till the last of her orgasm had finished. He pulled her now limp body
up and held her by her ass as he drug her out of the hard dark corner of the basement floor
where the blocks met the concrete. Buffy's lips were sucking on the side of his neck nearly
hard enough to draw blood as she tried to regain control of her limbs. He walked towards the
washing machine with her legs around his waist. Using a slow thrusting pace inside her, he
began working her up again. As he reached the machine he rolled her so she was facing away,
never missing a beat. Taking a slow deliberate poke his finger rediscovered her clit as he began
thrusting into her again. Once Buffy’s feet hit the floor, she found his rhythm easily and began
working with him. Only then did she speak.

"You like slayer pussy Spike?" Her hip ground back into his as her breathing again become ragged.
"Then...oh god…you better fuck me hard."

Buffy's whole body shook in violent orgasm. Her knees almost gave out under her as her lover began
pounding her so hard, her sex tortured body couldn't keep up. His thrusts coming so fast, it sounded
like a machine gun was being fired. His fingers dug greedily into her clit, twisting, stretching and pinching
it till Buffy could barely remember her own name. Buffy wailed as her vampire lover relentlessly slammed
into her already overworked cunt. One orgasm followed another as she began thrusting her dripping cunny
back at the pile-driving demon. "Oh, oh, OH, Spike SPIKE."

Never one to be outdone Buffy remembered that her new lover had yet to even kiss her this morning.
Using Slayer grace she placed all her weight on her elbows as she turned her body over, all the while
never breaking rhythm. When once again she could see his face, she wrapped her legs around his
waist and pulled him down into a soul, searing kiss.

She felt the scars on her neck begin to burn as they had her night with Parker, but this time she
knew what was going on. She understood what the twin scars meant. Her nails dug deep into
Spike's back, as the anger at Angel seemed to possess her. The scars were a claim. First
the Master, then Angel had bitten her to control her. If asked Angel would swear it was just
his way of being connected to her, and just yesterday she would have thought it was romantic.
However this morning with 185 lbs of vicious pussy pounding Vamp trying to tear her in two, it
royally pissed her off.

"You ever wanna fuck a Slayer again Bleach Boy, you better tear me in half." Buffy whisper
screamed in Spike's ear.

"You know Angel is gonna kill us for this." He countered. As she leaned back his evil grin
melted her insides.

The cross around her neck had been Angel's gift of love, his token of eternal devotion. He had
given it to her the very night they had first met, and Buffy had worn it since. It swayed between
her breasts as Spike pounded harder. This was no longer about finesse; it was him trying to split
her in two. He was fucking her with a fury as if by sheer brutality of their sex, he could wipe Angel's
name from her mind, and it was working. She had never known that vampires could sweat till she
saw his sweat drop onto the cross. Every time she drug him down into a burning kiss, the same
fires branded his chest. Yet he never slowed, his hands grasped her hips so hard that Buffy could
already feel the bruising. He was screwing his grandsire’s love, and he was damn well enjoying it.
Buffy's hands reached of their own violation to her throat to grasp the clasp of her necklace, ripping
it free from her body and throwing it across the room. It represented yesterday, and today she was
getting her brains screwed out by her talented new lover.

His thickness was still stretching her almost to the point of pain, but Buffy was beyond that. She
felt as though her world had turned upside down. As he slammed again and again into her cervix,
an orgasm started building that felt like it started in her toes, and as it hit her stomach it cramped
with its intensity. Her primal scream was only just covered by her new lover, who covered her mouth
with his own and driving his tongue into her mouth with the same tenacity that drove his cock to almost
split her womb. He was hitting bottom and nearly ripping her open, and it still wasn't enough. Buffy
pulled her hair away from her neck where it covered Angel's mark and offered it to this demon, Spike.

When he bit her, the pain was more intense than anything she had ever felt. It was more than just
the bite though, as she could feel Angel trying to push her to stake his unruly grandchilde. But her
slayer side was tired of Angel's mark controlling her human side, and before Buffy could even think
her own teeth sank into Spike's neck. Her voice shouting, "Mine." As Spike answered, "Yours,"
she felt Angel's iron grip torn from her very soul. It was freeing. Her orgasm overtook her, as she
tasted her own blood on Spike's lips.

His next move surprised her. As his mouth moved to her unmarked side, he sank in his teeth
roaring, "Mine." But hey what was a girl to do. In response, she sank her teeth into the free side
of Spike's neck. At the moment she did, she again felt another presence as she bit through Drusilla's
mark, but Spike's insane sire just smiled and allowed Buffy to Mate with her Childe. Unlike Angel,
Dru had never sought to dominate, and that in the end freed her. Her claim turned familial, and
now encompassed Buffy as well.
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The kitchen

Upstairs in the kitchen, the elder Buffy had been a little surprised when she entered the kitchen
to the sounds and smells of the sex happening in the basement. Surprised, but seriously pleased.
This Buffy might have it a whole lot easier now.

She began cooking breakfast for the kids. She felt it when it happened, the backlash off of Angel's
twin claims being broken nearly knocked her off her feet. Her smile broadened; they were being
kind of stupid, but what the hey, they were just two crazy kids. However, when the double claim
was made Buffy the elder nearly marched into the basement to take a stick to the two idiots.
Didn't they understand how stupid they were being? A simple mating was fine, but what they had
done was the epitome of enslavement - they would now be virtually slaves to their mates.

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The Basement

PAIN. The suddenness of it was terrifying; one moment she had known the most intense bliss of
her young life, and seconds later she had free-fallen into a pain ten times greater than the pleasure
had been. Buffy heard a whimper and realized it came from her own mouth. It seemed that everywhere
she touched Spike, her body ached, but when she tried to move it was worse. She lay there on top of
him where they had both fallen as the pain had overcome them.

Buffy realized with a start that she wasn't just feeling her own pain but Spike's as well. And as she felt
his pain, it was added to her own. It then went back to Spike to be added to his; it was a frightening
feedback loop that seemed without end. Buffy prayed to lose consciousness, but her mind remained
clear and focused on the pain.

Spike could no longer see, the pain so great that the world had gone white. Oh he knew pain. Twenty
years with Angelus and Darla had taught him all about pain, but this was different; this felt as if his whole
world was being burned down and remade. There was a heat to his body that was completely new. It
was as if he had swallowed a furnace. The throbbing in his chest felt as if he was being beaten with a
hammer. It felt as if he were being burned alive at a cellular level.

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Los Angelus

Cordelia and Doyle had been outside of Angel's apartment for over thirty minutes. They had been
inside when first Angel had almost passed out, then gone into gameface and started destroying
everything in sight. It was obvious that it was something about Spike and Buffy, as he alternated
cursing at both of them and crying because Buffy "was ruining her life." It didn't take a genius to
see that a trip to Sunnydale was imminent.
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Underneath Sunnydale High

Xander had never thought pleasure could become pain, but as the Amazon continued to ride his
cock, he began to understand. By the clock on the wall they had been going for twelve hours,
and he had come so many times he had lost count. His cock was raw and every movement she
made hurt. His nuts were razor burned, and her juice made tears form in his eyes. The pain in
said nuts was so intense that he had already blacked out three times as the nympho Amazon
continued to use him for her pleasure. He was certain that there was no more cum in him. Had
it been just twelve hours still? Twelve hellish hours. The only thing that kept him sane was the
fact that the Scoobs were looking for him even now. That Buffy, and yes, perhaps even Spike,
were on their way to save him.

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Revello Drive - the Basement


Buffy felt herself seem to waken. In front of her stood a man in an old style suit, who was a lot
bigger than her. His face seemed distorted as if she was still asleep, but she saw his sharp
cheekbones and handlebar mustache.

"You bloody useless git." The man punched her in the face and as she fell he began to kick her.
"Gonna bloody well toughen you up boy."

Buffy tried to stand, but the man continued to beat on her till she could taste her own blood.

"C'mon William, be a man." The man stepped back and looked at her, "You’re as useless as
your bloody mother."

As Buffy curled in on herself she got a look in the mirror. She was wearing Spike's face, and her
best guess was that she was around seven years old.

Revello Drive the Basement

Buffy felt her self seem to waken, in front of her stood a man in an old style suit, he was a lot
bigger than her. His face seemed distorted as if she was still asleep, but she saw his sharp
cheekbones and handlebar mustache.

"You bloody useless git." The man punched her in the face and as she fell he began to kick her.
"Gonna bloody well toughen you up boy."

Buffy tried to stand but the man continued to beat on her till she could taste her own blood.

"C'mon William, be a man." The man stepped back and looked at her. "Your as useless as
your bloody mother."

As Buffy curled in on herself she got a look in the mirror. She was wearing Spike's face and her best
guess was she was around seven years old.


As tears filled her eyes she wondered what the fuck is going on.


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Spike recognized the man towering over her from the pictures Joyce had shown him last night. It
was Hank Summers. He was dancing around the man trying to get his attention.

"Daddy look," Spike heard a childish Buffy voice come from his own mouth as he twirled. I didn't
make the Ice Queen, but.."

"Buffy," Her father cut her off as he folded his paper. "How many times have I told you, You're a
Summers if you can't be the best why even try."

The older man looked into Spike's eyes and his sad look had the body he was in crying.

All Spike could think "What the Bloody hell is this."


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Revello Drive the Kitchen

Elder Buffy dialed the number with a silly grin on her face, she had to admit if she had to pick
two people stupid enough to do what they had done it would be a Buffy and Spike. They had
a lot of pain in store for them, but in the long run it might just be worth it.

"Hello, Greyson, Gorden and Alldridge, how may I direct your call. The voice on the other
end of the line asked. W&H weren't the only interdimensional law firm, and this one wasn't
evil. That Alderidge bat was a bit to interested in William, but not realy completely evil.

"Holly please. Tell her it's Buffy Summers Kenticot." Elder Buffy glanced back at the
basement door. "Yes I'll hold."

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Basement

Buffy saw it all Angelus torturing Spike on a homemade rack, for daring to touch Darla, after
Darla had seduced Spike because Angel was screwing Dru. Dru's tears and Darla's laughter
screamed at her. Angelus constantly doing what was "best" for William by hurting him again
and again and again. Only Dru seemed to care about the broken battered body of her childe.

But even Dru always chose daddy. As Angelus hid in the shadows and stalked the easiest prey,
Spike hunted for prey with bite. Even as a fledge he seemed to enjoy hunting things bigger and
badder than he was supposed to be. Every hunt to try and impress his family. He did more with
less than any of the others but still he was seen as a second class Vamp.

Then Angelus left them and Spike killed his first Slayer, not even the Master himself had tried such
a feat at such a young age. But even then he was still known as Angel's halfwit Grand Childe. He
was ridiculed behind his back for being stupid, impulsive, this about a MAN that had graduated first
from Oxford. This about a Vamp that continuously kept his insane Sire alive. Buffy's heart swelled
nearly to the point of bursting at the pain he felt.

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Spike saw it all Buffy continuously seeking approval, first from her father, then from her cheerleading pals
at Hemery, then Angel, then her watcher and so called friends. He felt it all the way the lot of them
dangled there approval in front of her just to snatch it away when she didn't fit into there narrow minded
view of what was good and proper. He tried to go into demon face at them, but he was now effectively
Buffy and she had no demon face. His anger grew at the cruel treatment his mate had faced, but he
knew she thought this was right and Just. Then he was there in his own worst nightmare. The one
memory that he had blocked from his mind.
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Then Buffy was there, beside her mate watching him do the unthinkable, his fangs slipping into his own
mothers neck, at first she thought he was like Angelus, but she could feel what he felt. It wasn't anger
or hatred it was love, love and elation as he bit into his own wrist and fed his mother his blood.

"She was dying." The Spike beside her spoke. "She had TB, ya know in the future it is easy to control,
but here, now, bloody hell." His tears run down his face without thought, this was his mate, he could
trust her.

Buffy watched enthralled as his mother awakened. The awful things that came from the demons mouth had
Buffy ready to stake her. Instead she stepped up beside Spike and pulled him closer to her and began rocking
him gently as they fell to the floor. Whispering in his ear that this wasn't his mother, that not all demons
could feel like he did. She didn't know where her new found wisdom came from, but she thanked whomever
had sent it.
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Kitchen

"Sooo, you can't send us home?" Elder Buffy says to the person on the line. "Well can you do this,
this world's Spike was captured by the Iniative and had his wallet stolen...I know, I know, but can you cancel
his credit cards and watch to make sure the American Government don't seize any of his properties?"

"Good and can you issue him and his new mate new credit cards...of course its a Buffy, you think I would
be doing this if it were someone else? ....OK and oh yeah, that car my Spike loves so much can you deliver
three of them to Revello Drive? ..... Two Black with red interior and one red with black interior? ... Yeah Jaguar
XK 8 convertibles that's the one. ......Ok then I'll get back to trying to drag them out of the basement. Thanks Holly
you are the koolest nymphomaniac succubus Attorney I have ever met."

As she looked around Joyce entered the kitchen. The she had dodged this version of her mother since she had
gotten here. She had used her children to run interference and Erin had been excellent at it. But now here in the
kitchen she had to face her fears.

"Mommy," was all she got out before the mature distinguished slayer got out of her mouth before the tears started to
flow.

"Baby," Joyce held her close and talked softly to this older version of her daughter. "Tell me?"

"You died and I was alone," Elder Buffy couldn't stop crying once she started. "About a year from now. You had
been having migraines and..." She was blubbering and she wasn't supposed to, she was a wife, a mother, one of the
inner circle of the Council, but she couldn't stop. "and you had brain surgery. I save the world all the time, but I couldn't
save you."

Joyce just held onto to her promising herself that she would make an appointment that very day to get a professional opinion
about the headaches that she had been having.

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Basement

Buffy came back to herself setting in Spike's lap, he was still buried in her. His head on her shoulder crying. She pushed
his head back so she could see his eyes. "Spike." she whispered to him her voice soft and caring. "You did everything
you could. You loved her, and you tried to save her."

"Always second best." Spike couldn't look directly into her eyes.

"You are first bestest here." Buffy kissed him and began nibbling on his chin. "To me you are my world."

"Not much your bloody choice now love."

"Spike, make love to me. Slow steady love to your lover and mate."

His lips found hers and began healing them both.

tbc

Time Tossed


For the first time, Xander woke feeling no pain. The blonde bombshell currently sat astride his lap nibbling on his ear. He was still buried to the hilt in her vise and as hard as a rock, but the look in her eyes when she looked up was a kindness and love shining through that went beyond the tortured lust they had shared.

"Tell me." She gently bit his earlobe. "Tell me how to do this, for you."

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Buffy the younger awakened again with her arms full of mate. He was purring contentedly. Hearing him purr, her heart swelled; she had done that. She was the one responsible for his contentment. It was a simple feeling, but a new and powerful one. Never had Angel been this way. He demanded from her, never simply just accepting what she had to offer. Spike's simple purring in his sleep made her feel like less a silly girl and more like a woman.

He was inside her, still hard, but there was no urgency. No sense of deep need, just a deep contentment that she knew he would always want her. To him she was beauty incarnate. She smiled as she began moving her hips in lazy circles. This wasn't a sprint; it was a long distance race. She felt no desire to hurry just a deep-seeded need to pleasure your partner.

As Spike's eyes opened, his smile was radiant. Eyes a blinding blue shone up at her as he fell casually into rhythm with her. No pounding, no insults, not even sexy banter. Simply two lovers that truly knew each other’s bodies. His thumb found her clit drawing slow lazy circles. Gentle, casual, as if he had done the same thing thousands of times. Her breathing deepened as she smiled down at him. The fullness she felt was perfection served up on a silver platter. She found it funny how even doing it this way had her sweating within minutes of starting. Her breasts swayed gently as she moved. Through her lashes she watched his face. He looked enraptured. Pleasure like this was new to him as well. When his eyes met hers, he looked like a child on Christmas morning. Sweet, innocent and defiantly about to cause mischief.

Never, never had Spike felt like this. Her little cunny was so tight that even now, nearly fifteen hours after they had started, it still all but hurt to be in her. Hot was not the word. Furnace? No. Spike's inner William compared it to Heaven, but Spike knew Heaven didn't have this heat. Hell, was this hot, but it was
Heaven he saw reflected in her eyes as she moved. So young, so innocent, so HIS. He felt her juices run down his balls. He knew she needed him, he knew she trusted him, but more importantly he knew she loved him. He listened to her heart beat accelerate; she was getting closer, he could wait.

He had started out trying to ruin her for any other man, but then she had ruined him for any other woman. Gone were thoughts of his dark Princess, because who needed the night when the sun was yours. Her body moved like a dancer as he felt her course pubic curls buffing his groin. He reached up with his free hand, pulled her face to his and kissed her, trying to put all the love he felt into his kiss.

"Lean back love." His words were the first either had spoken since waking. "Put your hands on my ankles."

When Buffy did she realized that this position hit all new pleasure centers, and she felt her next orgasm hit her.

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Los Angelus

"Spike is evil." Angel ranted, "He probably has killed the Scoobies by now and is torturing Buffy."

He was preaching to the choir, but as usual he couldn't shut up.

"That is the only way Buffy would let him touch her." Once again Angel was leaving out important details, so he would look better. "For Buffy to let him claim her, he must have her drugged as well." He was pacing much like his Grandchilde was prone to do.

"But Angel, how can you tell he claimed her?" Cordelia asked as she packed her bags.

"Uhhhhmmm, well in vampire families, the eldest can feel any new additions. And I now feel Buffy, but not in an undead way." This time Angel outright lied to keep his team behind him, afraid if they knew of his own claim on Buffy or that it was Buffy that claimed Spike they would think less of him.

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Xander had just had the best orgasm of his life. He felt as if his whole body had been shot inside the beautiful woman on top of him. This last time had been slow and gentle, their bodies working in harmony. He had nibbled on the nipples of her perfect breasts and had been rewarded by her cooing moans. Her face so full of evil had been beautiful. Now though with her gentle smile gracing her face, he actually feared her, because he knew that despite the torture, he could easily love this woman.

"OK ...time out." Xander whispered as he strained to nibble on her ears and lick her earlobes, despite still being tied to a chair. "What happened to all the slave talk and the ‘I hate Xander’ vibes?"

Her blue green eyes seemed to shine wet with tears as she began her answer. "My mother met a man over six thousand years ago. He was beautiful and promised her the world. They were lovers almost from their first meeting. I was told he took her to heights that no woman has ever reached before, but those are his words and so must be taken with a grain of salt. In time there union gave them a child, a little girl. The man used the child. You see my people are Immortal and he was not, so he used me to bind my people to him and make himself Immortal. But the Goddess Aphrodite was angered and placed her own curse atop his. He could own the Amazons, but not his daughter. She would move forth into the other races, and when the time was right, she would meet her Kyrrmphshun, who would make her with child. When that happened, both she and all her people would again know freedom. The man, my father, was at that time called Heracles. And tonight…we broke the curse. Once again my people are free and we will have our revenge."

Xander nearly cursed for joy when she once again began the slow grind on his achingly hard cock.
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On the Interstate between Sunnydale and Los Angelus

"All I can say is you know Xander will help us with this, if he isn't dead, that is." Angel told his people with a smirk. If no one else he knew he could count on Xander for the Demons-Equal-Bad help."

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Sunnydale

Elder Buffy had used the daylight more carefully than the others. She, William, and her 'mom' were out scouting places where the soldiers from her time might have been hiding. The three Jags provided by their attorney definitely being an advantage the group needed. Her mom and Erin in one; she in another; and William and Willow in the third. They had covered everywhere Buffy and the rest of the group could think of, but had yet to find anything.

She was lost in her thoughts when the police scanner went off – announcing a break-in and murder at the Sunnydale Hospital in the Coma unit.

Without thinking Elder Buffy spun the blood red car around and headed for the hospital where she knew her sister slayer had been killed.

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Earlier at Sunnydale Memorial Hospital

The scarred pocked face soldier walked into the room. His richtus grin was scarier than a vamp in full game face; his eyes shone with an insane cruelty. He pulled the 9mm from the holster on his side and walked up to the comatose slayer.

“There are supposed to be seven of you guys, you know." He said as he caressed her face with the barrel of the gun. "Prophecy calls for seven. You, Xander, Willow. Then Buffy and Spike, then Andrew and Dawn."

He pushed and pulled the barrel of the gun in and out of Faith's mouth making her look like she was sucking a lollipop. "I wonder; if one dies, does that mean you all do?"

He pulled the trigger not even worrying about the cops outside.

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Chapter Nine

Buffy the Elder gazed upon one of her closest friend's doppelganger and once more swore vengeance against Riley Finn. The very idea that he had ever been her lover now turned her stomach. He was wart on the ass of humanity. He would die, and she would eliminate every version of him she could find.

Angel had annoyed her after her marriage to Spike, but his had been an understandable anger. She had led him to believe they were forever. Riley however had killed friends of hers, tortured her children and nearly killed her mate. He would die a painful death and soon if she had a choice.

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Sunnydale University

William Alexander Kenticot slipped through the manhole with a grace that any hunting cat should envy. He thought it was high time that the Initiative learned about Damphyres. Being one, he was the ultimate predator. Born of Slayer and Master Vamp but with powers beyond either.

When he told others he became the shadow he meant it literally. His body became insubstantial, as he slipped forward past security guards and cams. He was truly in his element; this was his home. In his pocket, the disc he had lifted from his sister.

He would save this version's 'when' from a few things, including Adam.

As he moved he toyed with the weapons in his pocket, all made by a Willow twenty years advanced in magic over this when's. He saw many faces he recognized. As he passed, he reached out his hand and gently placed his magically crafted weapons on each scientist and on every soldier he recognized.

His movements felt like a chill wind to those he passed. Even as they reached for the devices that they had felt being placed on their shoulders, they unknowingly activated them. The science-based magic attacked the reasoning centers of the brain, much like the disc he carried in his jacket. The weapons would enhance the human brain to the point of pain then temporarily shut the brain down. When the person reawakened, their intelligence would have been reduced by an average of thirty percent, rendering the scientists unable to redo their work and those soldiers like Riley Finn to the point that they possessed less intelligence than monkeys. Ok, he thought that would be an improvement.

It was so easy, easy enough that his dad would be paranoid. Still William understood both he and his weapons were far beyond anything these soldiers were capable of dealing with. He slipped into the room bearing the base's mainframe. He slipped the CD-disc into the slot and hit down load. Unlike the human spells, this one jumped through all the computers on base at once and gave them 1000 times the computing power before completely burning out the hard drives. It was a spell his dad had suggested to Willow. You see magic had consequences, so make consequences work for you. Up the comp power on purpose and it automatically burned out the hard drives.

Minutes after he had entered, he left. Only one more stop, room 314.

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Xander Harris was once again dressed, only this time in hospital scrubs. Although he still hung from chains attached to the cavernous ceiling. His body felt rejuvenated, and even though he was starved and shaved bald, he was in high spirits. Hipptolya had gone for help, and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had screwed him nearly to death.

Life in Xander's world was beyond good.

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Sunnydale University outside of Buffy's dorm.

Angel walked in front of his troop, the model of a modern major general. His coat billowing out behind him, his clothes pressed perfectly, and his hair gelled just so. He was - in his own mind - the most dynamic man on the planet, and he KNEW the people behind him would follow him anywhere. Through rain or sleet, they would follow because he was the very model of a modern major general.

He has information vegetable, animal, and mineral. He knew the kings of England, and he quotes the fights historical. It was his greatest gift and his greatest cross to bear. It wasn't his fault that he was born, then unborn, to be this good a leader. It was something he just had to deal with. He has information vegetable, animal, and mineral, he knew the kings of England, and he quotes the fights historical.

He was very well acquainted too with matters mathematical, and he understood equations, both the simple and quadratical. He had to just face it - he was truly a genius. Everyone knew it. That was why they followed him without question. Everyone knew of his greatness and genius.

"Angel, are you sure this is the way to Buffy's dorm?" Cordelia whined.

"YES, Cordy. For the last time, I'm sure." Dear lord didn't she know who he was?

"Uhhhhhmmmmm, Angel," Doyle began, "You have the map upside down."


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Willy's

The blonde woman walked into the bar as if she owned the place. Wearing a skin-tight black latex pantsuit stretched tight over her playboy centerfold body. Capping it off was a girl next-door face with platinum blonde hair. Even the most pure bred of demons found themselves drooling, for she was womanhood personified. Sex, danger, and home rolled into a nearly perfect package.

When she reached the bar, her left hand struck like a cobra grabbing Willy by the collar and yanking him half across the counter.

"Phone now!" Her voice was low, and her eyes were dangerous.

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Willy motioned and the phone was handed to her quickly.

After she had dropped Willy and finished dialing she spoke, "Holly, I need you to get in contact with my mom immediately."

Initiative

William entered room 314 with little resistance now that the computers were down and the soldiers and scientists were dropping like flies. The entire base was in turmoil. This would be easier than he thought. As he entered the final doors, he froze. There, lying in a pool of her own blood was Maggie Walsh, with a fully constructed Adam standing over her.

"Welcome to my world, little human." The monster spoke.

"No monster boy, welcome to mine." William dropped an 18-inch nickel-plated spike from his jacket sleeve into his hand, smirked wickedly and merged with the shadows.

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Chapter 10

As William faded into the shadows, Adam charged but brought himself up short as his sensors no longer registered William's presence in the room. He stopped and began a deeper scan.

"Excellent human, exactly what are you?" The hulking behemoth asked.

"A cautionary tale." A voice said from the shadows as William drove his spike through Adam's right shoulder. Then withdrew it and disappeared.

Adam seemed not to notice the blood and hydraulic fluid seeping down his arm as he continued scanning switching between every optic and sound sensor he had. He could not even pick up breathing. He unsheathed his own spike, the spike of a Polgara demon. His lumbering form got into his best fighting stance.

Again William shifted out of the shadows and again he stabbed Adam this time from the front directly into the monster's heart. //Damn, I thought mum said this guy was tough. //

"You draw power from the shadows?" Adam asked the seemingly empty room. "Then no more shadows."

William seemed to materialize when the lights in the room intensified into nearly blindingly light.

"Oh yeah mate, I think I like you."

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Sunnydale U

Angel stood staring at the map. It was obviously faulty, because he knew this town like the back of his hand, and.... damn, when did he get a wart on his newly healed finger?? He looked back at the map searching for the location of the butcher's shop he had frequently used so he would have a reference for this part of town, but there was no butcher on it. In fact he didn't saw no businesses of any kind. Hmmmmm.

"Angel, can we go get something to eat already? Then go by Buffy's house and look for her?" Cordelia whined.

Angel almost answered her before he heard heartbeats all around him. They seemed to be everywhere. But hey, he was a great guy and EVERYONE loved him and forgave him, unlike his evil, loathsome not to be mentioned Grandchilde.

"Perfect!" A voice spoke from the shadows, "You aren't Spike, but hey, we can make do."

Angel went into game face at the very idea that HE the Powers one True Champion could ever be second to that despicable soulless demon that was his Grandchilde, even as tasers hit him from every angle.

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Revello Dr.

"Where the hell is he?" Elder Buffy ranted. "I swear to God, I think you kids were born to torment me for things in a past life. He is exactly like his father."

Her baby boy was missing, and everyone there knew it. She was beyond pissed; she felt so guilty. She knew he wasn't as bad as Joy, but still he liked to wander around looking for trouble. She opened the younger Buffy's weapon chest and started handing out weapons. "Spike, you go with Erin," she paused for only a second, "either bring them both back or stay gone."

She heard younger Buffy's growl. "Please, he is just as likely as the kids to go pick fights."


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Science Labs

William relaxed on his haunches. His shirt and jacket ripped from his body exposing a musculature much like his father's, the only difference being that William carried another thirty pounds of muscle across his chest, shoulder and arms. He was covered in scratches and small wounds, and oh yeah, he had been stabbed... twice. Once in the stomach and once through his shoulder. His demon was at the fore, and his yellow eyes glowed with merriment. He was bloody well having the time of his life.

The spike he held in his hand now had been recently acquired from Adam - his own Polgara stake. His own nickel-plated weapon had been jammed so deep into Adam's mechanical eye, that he was gonna have to pull it out the back of the cyborg's head. He stood slowly going straight to his toes his mentally begging the creature to try him again.

"Looking kind of peaked mate." William said as he began circling the thing. "Wot, monster boy not up to speed on Damphyres?"

"You will die slowly child." The construct was actually wheezing. Of course Will had to fight a wince. Every time his left leg had to support him, but bloody hell it sooo was worth it.

His flying tackle drove Adam back through a door, and they fell out into a cave. There chained to a wall was Xander Harris smiling.

"One of Buffy and Spike's kids I presume." Xander said with a smile. //Oh man now I get to see the freaking weird ass G I Joe wanna be get his.//

"William ALEXANDER Kenticot." William couldn't help smiling at his 'Uncle'. "Their only son."

Adam fought to his feet and charged Xander only to have William snap kick his knees, breaking both. As it fell William followed up with a crescent to the back of the thing's head.

"Swords and knives in the black bag." Xander told Will conversationally.

"Thanks mate." William said as he tucked rolled and came up beside the bag. Pulling out a Greek short sword, he turned and gutted the cyborg as it fought to stand. As the thing finally started to completely fall, Will reached in its chest cavity and pulled out its uranium core.

"Wanna blow this Popsicle stand Uncle Xander?" Will asked as he caught the chains holding Xander and ripped them loose from the ceiling.

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Outside the Complex

"You sure your brother is in there?" Spike asked Erin as they slipped up on the guards beside the gate. Spike turned to the guards and vamped, yelling, "BOO!" Then punched them both.

"Well, despite what Mum said, Will is sooo her son. And these people tortured him and were trying to stake you." She walked up to the computer console, flipping the top open. "You do the math. Where would mum be?"

"True enough." He watched in amazement as she knowingly pressed buttons and toggled switches. "So you're bloody good with computers, must take after your Papa."

"Yeah," she beamed prettily. "My Papa even taught me this trick." She rammed her fist through the console and ripped out all the wires. Electric sparks flew from the computer as the doors opened half way.

"Bloody hell, that IS Spike 101." The Vamp said as he followed her in.

Even as they entered the facility, William was running towards them with a green cylinder in his hand and Xander following him. He winked at the two. Then spoke, "You were right Uncle Spike." William hoped that both of them would go along with him and not hurt the feelings of man behind him. "Adam had him. Mum and Aunt Buffy guarding the back entrance?"

"Right, mate, you should have waited for the rest of us though." Wondering why he was agreeing to lie, Spike could only reason that this was his mate's friend and hurting the Whelp would hurt her. Good enough. "Let's get him out of here and to help."

"Spike?" Xander spoke. "One thing. When you drain that bastard Finn," He looked directly into the Vamp's eyes. "I wanna be there to kick him in the balls."

"Uhhhhhmmmmm right mate." //Who the bloody hell was Finn? //

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Chapter 11

January 2014

It wasn't often the two slayers got time alone. Look at the facts: three kids, their home being both Senior Watcher and Scooby central, Spike also being - William Kenticott, Duke of Flooksburg - responsible for all of his estates. Add all these facts together and the two usually wound up with a houseful of people. Having a whole day just to themselves was amazing. So far Buffy had been lucky to keep her t-shirt on, her panties and bra had long since been shredded by her lover's amorous attention. The antique wooden table between them now had been a gift to the family over four hundred years ago. Buffy's breaths were coming in labored gasps as she ducked and dodged her mate. Four times so far he had caught her, and four times he had had his wicked way with her - not that she was complaining mind you - but damn four times before 9 am! Even slayers got sore.

"Oh baby, can't we rest a bit?" Buffy asked, her fingers sliding down her stomach trailing to her pubic hairs below. "I am sooo tired."

Spike just grinned at her then dove over the table just as Buffy hit the floor and rolled back under it, grin splitting her face. "You want it baby? You got to be faster." Her sly grin inflamed her lover. Buffy had decided that on his next grab, he just might get a taste - a small one, but still a taste. She thought he was sexy as hell, tanned upper body open to her loving eyes, black sweat pants riding low on his hips. 'Dear God, quit Buffy or you'll be chasing him down.'

"Spiiiiiike," She moaned out, loving that she could affect him just with her voice after more than ten years. "Am I just your cheap shag toy?" She pouted at him.

"Bloody hell," Spike snorted. "Yeah, love 'cheap', Jaguars and Mink grow on bloody trees."

Buffy's grin grew positively evil, "Cool. See, there is this new Porsche I had my eye on…."

Before she could finish, he was across the table and had her pinned face first over it grinding slowly into her ass. 'A taste my ass,' Buffy thought, 'He can have the whole apple!' She was grinding back into him with force looking forward to his hard penetration and grueling fuck.

BAMBAMBAMBAM

Someone was pounding at the door, which to the chagrin was only about thirty feet from them. "Someone is at the door love." Spike said as he stepped back from her, loving her moans of protest. From the smell of her arousal, she was nearly there and he had yet to even touch her with a finger. He knew her body better than she did.

"Yeah, and they can wait till we are through." Buffy surprised him, sort of reaching back and yanking him back towards her by his sweats, half tearing them off him as she did. Her hand then grabbed his hard cock, trying to force him inside her, but he kept himself just rubbing against her outer lips.

BAMBAMBAMBAM

"No, love. It's the love of your life out there." Spike said with mock seriousness. "You wouldn't want to waste your time with a soulless evil thing like me." Spike's said with a straight face. Still, the laughter in his eyes pissed her off.

Buffy searched the floor around them and found an afghan that looked suitable; she tied it around her waist as an imitation of a skirt. And walked to the door ready to kill both Angel and Spike.



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Liam Angel O'Connor was furious. He had glanced through the window and had seen Spike attempting to rape "his" Buffy. Angel had a 9mm pistol in his pocket and was determined to use it if he had too - to free Buffy from the evil monster that had claimed her against her will. How could anyone believe that any woman would choose Spike over him? He looked into the antique mirror next to the door when he saw Buffy escape the monster inside. He looked good and he knew it. His own eyes convinced him of that, even though his comb over hid his bald spot and his baggy clothes hid his ever-increasing 58-inch waist. Angel believed he was a catch and any woman would be lucky to have him.

Buffy answered the door with a plastered on smile on her face, inwardly seething at Angel for interrupting her hard earned morning of sex. She would be nice to him if he let her, but she was damn well tired of his antics. Every six months or so, Angel would break up with Nina and come chasing Buffy, make trouble for a few days and then go home. Why a nice woman like Nina would take his shit, she would never know.

"Well at least you are sober this time." Escaped Buffy's mouth before she thought to censor her words.

"Buffy, I've come for you." Angel said looking for the entire world like a two bit actor playing an overly dramatic role in a sappy non-network TV show.

Buffy snorted. "No Angel, the last time you came for me you lost your soul. So, no Angel coming for Buffy, thank you."

"Buffy, it's the claim making you like this. In your heart you know you love me." Angel's overly brooding melodramatic poses nearly sent Buffy into a fit of laughter. Had he always been like this? Her inner voice answered yes. She realized that he had always been this way, but she had so been in love with the idea of loving him that she had ignored the truth of him.

"Angel, Spike is the father of my children, my best friend, my lover, my husband and my mate. In other words, all the things you could never be … never tried to be." She was trying to be nice, but Angel's melancholy posing was pissing her off.

"Buffy, if this is because I left, I did it for your own good." Angel said as he dramatically ran his fingers through his hair mussing up his comb over.

"Angel, the best thing you ever did was leave me … not for the reasons you think, but because it forced me to grow up and truly understand love for the first time. If you had stayed, I never would have gotten that." Buffy was trying to put a good spin on things and not laugh at his bald spot.

"Buffy, what you have with Spike isn't real. It's his claim forcing you to feel this way. I am your sugar plumb." Angel looked for the entire world like a six-year-old kid leaning in for his first kiss as Buffy palmed his face and shoved him hard away from him.

"Angel, leave and please, never come back." Buffy slammed the door. She spied her mate standing at the base of their Gone With The Wind style staircase laughing so hard he could no longer stand. As she looked around the foyer, she saw where her eldest child had stored her riding quirt, an evil grin spread across Buffy's face as she grabbed it and rushed towards her husband. But he saw her coming and ran up the stairs. Angel was forgotten, till months later when she heard the rest of the story.

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Angel was furious; how dare Spike control his poor innocent little Buffy with his evil villainous claim and defile her with his demonic sex games. My God, he bet Spike even went down on her! It would be just like him. He pulled his pistol from his coat as he searched the side of the house for a way inside. As he approached the door, he saw the child monster - the one he most hated of Buffy's children, little Willy. Didn't Buffy get it? Her children were half monsters, and even if the other half was angelic Buffy, they were still monsters. Especially this one - Little Spike with his blue jeans button down shirt, loafers and his glasses perched on his nose, looking for the entire world like the insolent milksop Spike had been before he was turned.

"What you doin' her bye?" Angel growled out at William.

"I live here, you ponce." William looked Angel up and down over the rim of his glasses. "What would bring you here? Your love of mum slapping you down or to see that Pappa still looks better than you?"

"What you doin' here bye? Here to study your Da's sexual deviations, so you can use them on some poor unsuspecting girl some day?" Angel saw red, and he wanted to give the boy the discipline he should have given his Da all those years ago.

"First of all, ewwww." William rolled his eyes looking like his mum as he did. "And second, I am bloody eleven years old, and I still get more action than you, old man."

Angel brought his gun hand down planning on pistol-whipping the boy, but his hand was caught in a vice like grip. William held Angel's hand in place and stared into the former vampire's eyes as he showed that he was the stronger. Then ever so slowly at first, the boy began to squeeze. It only took a matter of seconds for Angel to hear his bones cracking over the searing pain. The look in the boy's eyes was cold and deadly, so much like his dad's that Angel began to know true fear.

William suddenly shoved Angel backwards. "Now mate, we are going to discuss you harassing me mum."

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Rupert Giles had discovered that William had left his home only moments ago. It had taken him only a few seconds to discover from his sisters that the boy had left his journal of poetry at home and had went to retrieve it. Knowing Buffy and Spike's plans, Rupert had hurried to catch the boy before he was scarred for life - or more so - his surrogate daughter. She and her husband were always grabbing at each other and caressing each other. But what he saw had when he had arrived had him half way between laughing and taking the boy for ice cream or calling the clergy and hoping that Buffy and Spike wouldn't be to upset at their only son taking holy vows.

The sight that greeted him was a broken and bloody Angel lying on the grass in tears, as William danced around him continuing to kick him at regular intervals. Not hard kicks, he realized. The kicks were meant more as an insult, rather than to do harm.

Giles pulled out his cell phone and called an ambulance to pick up the beaten, bruised and humiliated former vamp. "William, do be a good boy and please quit hitting Angel. You have no idea what kind of diseases he might have."

"Yes, Grand Pappa." William said then walked over and sat down in the lawn chair next to the door.

"This was assault. I'll see you in prison bye." Angel nearly screamed through his tears.

"Yes old man, you could do that." Giles answered for his grandson. Then the Ripper made an appearance in the wrinkled old face of the head watcher. "But then you wouldn't live to see the sundown."

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September 1999

Elder Buffy couldn't help the smile that came to her with the memory. That was her Will. Sure, she was still gonna kill him, but he was HER son. Ok, she was gonna ground him, and she sooo wasn't gonna cave and let him off restriction early… this time.

As she and Younger Buffy turned the corner, she saw a humorless sight to say the least. Before them stood a completely shaved Xander, bald as a cue ball, bouncing around Spike like a small puppy trying to get petted. Spike was trying to hide behind William and Erin, but it wasn't working, given that the kids kept dodging out of the way.

Xander suddenly saw the two Buffys and skipped over to them. "Buffys! I'm married and gonna be a daddy! And Spike … when he catches Riley Finn … said I could punch him and kick him and even stomp him if I wanted." Xander was now bouncing on the toes of his feet.

"What the hell happened to Xander?" Older Buffy asked Spike

"Bloody Whelp's been over dosed on exxtacy, shagged nearly to death by an Amazon, tortured, shaved and mated. So give the bloke a break." Spike was strangely defensive of the erratic Xander.

"Well, then let's get back home." Elder Buffy said, William's punishment forgotten for a moment. Like most parents, once she had seen that he was safe she was so relieved that she was going to let him think he got away with it, then hit him with his punishment when he least expected it.

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"You know," Riley Finn began when he saw that all his prisoners were awake, "I actually started helping on the interdimensional travel stuff just to find one world where Buffy chooses me in the end… but in every world where a 'Spike' survives, she winds up with him. And you know the worst part?"

"You're a delusional bastard with visions of mediocrity?" Doyle answered.

"Good one." Riley replied, "But no. In every world where Spike dies she winds up with Angel. Angel gets the slot, not me. Is that bullshit or what??

Doyle quirked one eyebrow then snarked, "Well maybe if you filled her slot better you might have been able to fill it fulltime."

Riley raced across the room in a heartbeat pinning the chained Doyle to the wall. "I filled her slot perfectly, thank you." He stepped back. "When I filled her slot, I had her screaming for more."

"Maybe that was the problem." Angel smirked, "Your Tab is too small for her slot. Sometimes less isn't more."

"Oh yeah, like your's is better," Finn nearly screamed. "Obviously Buffy thinks your slot filler is second best, if that."

"Oh My God!" Cordelia screamed. "I sooo do not need to hear about your slot fillers or ewww… Buffy's slot. Damn, maybe I should get Spike to fill my Slot."

"Hello, perfectly good slot filler right here!" Doyle told her.

"All of us here do… well, except Colonel Tabless here." Angel said with a smirk.

"You're funny." Riley said between clinched teeth, rushing towards Angel with a cattle prod. "Let's see how your slot filler likes this!" He snarled as he hit Angel in the nuts with a thousand volts of electricity.

Angel's screams hit a pitch that only dogs could hear before he passed out.

Tbc