Buffy Season 5 Episode #100: "The Gift" FLASH BACKS
Buffy turns. In slow-motion, she runs down the platform as Dawn stays there crying.
Buffy swan-dives off the end of the platform and into the portal.
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(Here is where we go off cannon)
Dawn’s body had begun to shake and glow green. She slumped down until she was sitting cross-legged on the platform. Her human form was in a deep meditative state as her true self emerged like an astral projection. Those on the ground saw the portal open and the green light growing. They all screamed as they saw Buffy dive into the portal. They stood there in shock not sure what to do. Before they had the chance to do anything something happened.

Dawn’s green energy took the form of a beautiful lady, not quite ghostlike, transparent but not solid either. Spike was still struggling and coughing after his fall from the tower. His body suddenly went stiff as Lady Dawn raised her hand and he floated up to the portal where Buffy had just jumped. All the Scooby gang panicked but could not move. No one had a clue what was going on and did not know if this was a good thing or bad thing. Lady Dawn reached out and surrounded the portal and the two blondes within it. With a blinding flash the portal and the two blondes could no longer be seen. The lady had disappeared as well. After a moment the Scoobies ran up the steps of the tower to get Dawn. At the top they saw that all three were there. The unstable structure swayed a bit and they decided to figure this out elsewhere. They helped the three down to the ground and headed to the magic box.

Once at the magic box the gang sat around the table looking at the vampire and the two Summers women waiting for the story. Xander finally had enough. “Hello, guys. Little explanation here please. I mean, how did captain peroxide go all matrix on us, what was that green non-hulk thing, and WHY THE HELL DID BUFFY JUMP?” Xander practically screamed as confusion and fear over took him.

The three finally looked up at them. Dawn’s eyes growing green as she spoke. What looked like Dawn spoke in a calm voice that worried everyone, ” Patience, all will be answered in time. Not everyone is here and I am too old to repeat myself.” It was Dawn’s voice, but instead of the teenage whine it normally held it sounded of ancient wisdom and maturity in its words. “May I ask who you are?” Giles asked sensing there was something else using Dawn to speak. Xander almost told Giles they all could see it was Dawn but even he had clued in to the fact that these three bodies where not the same people who had been with them a few hours ago.

”You may call me Lady Dawn. I have had many names and many incarnations. Answers you will have soon enough grey one.” Lady Dawn said to Giles. Usually one would have thought she was calling him old. Xander no doubt thought that was what she was doing. Tara, Willow, Anya and Giles all knew she was speaking of his magic, his balance of light and dark, his struggle with being evil to be good. Something finally clicked in his head at that thought. Spike had over come his instinct to be evil and was only “evil to be good”. Giles sat back in his seat as the weight of his thoughts became too heavy.

The door to the magic box swung open and Angel walked in followed by Gunn and Wesley. They were ready for combat. After the shock of the sudden arrival of the “Calvary”, Xander breaks the tension a bit with a crack at Angel. “All dressed up and nowhere to go. Show's over guys. You missed adverting another apocalypse, but don’t worry we will be sure to let you know when the movie is due to be showing again.” Angel ignored Xander as he stared at Buffy and Spike. As one they raised their eyes to lock on to his glare. Angel stumbled back into Wesley and Gunn looking like he had been staked but had missed the heart by only a fraction. He looked away and the blonde ones looked down again. Giles took charge while the LA gang regrouped.

”Angel, what are you doing here?” Giles demanded rather than asked. It had been a hard night and was not getting any easier from the looks of things. “Cordy had a vision.” Wesley supplied before Gunn jumped in, “Angel said Buffy was in trouble and left out the door. We barely caught him.” Wesley turned to the former Watcher, “Rupert what has happened? The whole area is crackling with mystical energy.”

Angel had begun to recover. Giles motioned for them to sit down and listen. Wesley and Gunn were a bit surprised when they seemed to be addressed by a small teenage girl with glowing eyes. They somehow knew this was Buffy’s sister but the LA gang knew nothing about the key and were puzzled by the one they called Lady Dawn. Wesley and Angel had been in the presence of one of the PTB or a messenger of them. They knew this was no mere teenager and so sat quietly as if attending court in days of old.

When all were settled the lady started. She spoke “As I said you may call me Lady Dawn. I am the keeper of the keys to the gates of the universe. I am a fraction of the gates themselves. The Gates are one of the Powers that Be. I am sent in many forms to test heroes and warriors. This time it was to reward them.” She pointed over at Buffy and Spike before continuing, “Buffy would have died tonight. She would have been ripped from heaven and put back on this world by one of you. Spike would have gone on and tried to help fill the void left by taking on her duties with her sister as he promised and with Slaying in her absence, he would have faced the trials to win back his soul and give himself to save the world. He would have done this out of the love he holds for the Slayer and through the love of her to each of you here tonight. Each of you would throw it back at him. As reward for the deeds they would do, we have given them a chance to find love and happiness.” She paused for a moment to let her words sink in.

She continued, “They both died tonight and have ascended to another level of being. They will require help adjusting to their new selves, as you will all require help accepting what has and is to happen. They are joined as they have always meant to be. Human feelings will try to cause problems. Do not let yours be the cause of them. I will return to my vessel from time to time to help when need be. A part of me will always be here in Dawn but this form could not hold all of me for longer than a few hours. I depart from you tonight so you may rest and come to terms with what has happened. They will return with Dawn to our home. I will meet you here again two nights from now and will try to answer your questions.

She turned to look at Angel., “Vampire, suffering of soul. Come to me.” Angel arose and walked to Dawn as if under a thrall. He stood before the Lady, his Childe, and his love. “The rest of you leave us. Do not enter this room for one hour or all will die.” Wesley started to protest but Giles took the younger man’s arm and led him out the door and the others followed. They all walked to the Espresso Pump to wait out the hour and speak of the things that had happened in the last 24 hours.

Back at the Magic Box Angel was down on one knee head bowed before the three higher beings. “Look at me Vampire.” Lady Dawn commanded. Angel looked up and met her eyes. “Their hearts are meant for each other, their souls joined, their destinies entwined. You must let go of them and grieve as if they died, for that is what they did. You must show proper reverence for the loss of a mate and childe that where never yours to begin with. Then you must return to your own destined path and leave them to theirs. You will receive your reward in time but only when you learn to accept yourself as you are and balance your needs. Fighting yourself has fractured you into two that should be one. Find balance and you will be the champion you were meant to become. Tell them goodbye then go and grieve for what you have lost. Return to LA, find what you have gained and rejoice.” With that Lady Dawn rose and left the room so they could say goodbye in private.

Buffy and Spike still sat in their chairs unmoving. No one but Angel had noticed that they were both gone. Just empty shells left here until they made their transformation. No mind or soul inhabited these vessels. Angel touched Buffy's face first as his tears began to fall. He stroked her hair and her cheek. He kissed her lips one last time. He then did the same to his beautiful childe. Angelus had felt love was a weakness and so had always fought against it.

That had caused the rift between him and Spike, the same was true with him and Buffy. He had held so much love for them both that his demon had shown them equal hate. He slipped into game face and tore at his shirt until he was naked from the waist up.

Letting out an inhuman howl he beat at his chest in a primal manner. He then took one claw and drew symbols over his unbeating heart. He dug into his flesh as he carved his symbol for Buffy and Mate. He then carved another for Spike and Favored Childe.

He made the marks so deep that they would never fully heal. He took his blood in his hands and put one to Spike's mouth and one to Buffy's sharing his blood with them.

He then moved Spike's shirt and marked over his heart the symbol and did the same to Buffy. He replaced the clothing and kissed the blood off their lips. Neither moved during this exchange. Angel sat back again and let out a painful howl that had every vamp in Sunnydale responding.

Giles, the Scoobies, and the Fang gang all shook at the sound. They also realized there were a number of people in the coffee shop returning the sound. The group decided to return and wait outside the shop. Soon the haunting howls quieted and Angel came out the door of the Magic Box.

Angel quietly stood there for a while before speaking, “I have made my peace and said goodbye to the dead. It's time for me to return to LA. If you ever need me, Giles call. Although I will not expect to hear from you; I would like you and Wesley to keep in touch to share research discoveries. We will be looking up Prophesies when we get home that I hope will tell us if this is a good thing or bad thing. I'll be in the car when you're ready.” With that Angel headed for the car still in a daze waiting for what happened to really sink in. Wesley and Gunn nodded their goodbyes to the group before rejoining their friend and employer for the trip back to LA. Giles and the Scoobies returned to the Magic box and once again sat around the table.

Willow finally asked a question everyone was curious about “Lady Dawn why have they not moved at all but one time to look at Angel.” Lady Dawn ignored Willow and spoke to Xander and Anya instead, “Loyalty and Vengeance are meant to be. Find your true selves and do not compare to others. See the truths of your bond with open eyes as the Slayer sees her own love and happiness. You are dismissed. Say your goodbyes to those now dead.” Xander looked frightened but Anya understood and took him over to Spike and Buffy. She kissed them on the cheek and told them goodbye. Xander caught on but was not sure why. They left for home.

Lady Dawn turned to Giles, “Guardian, trust you slayer. Watch the witches. Balance light with dark and teach them Grey. Make your peace and leave.” Giles walked over to Spike and Buffy. He ruffled Spike's hair affectionately not truly knowing why and kissed Buffy's forehead, whispering "Daughter not of my blood but of my heart. I will see you again some day." he then left.

Lady Dawn turned to Willow and Tara “Wicca come.” The two drifted over just like Angel had done, and bowed before the lady. “Red of fire and passion listen to the Gray and the White as they try to guide you. If you do not you will become dark and then Evil. White guide her, grow with her, and learn from the Gray as well. You as the couple who left before you will form a bond with the one meant to be yours. Passion and Purity are your gifts to the group not spells and quick solutions. Say your goodbye to those already gone and leave.” The two did as the others before and bestowed a kiss and a hug with a few soft words before they left the three alone.

Lady Dawn told the shells beside her, “Rise and follow me.” The bodies of Buffy and Spike did just that. Lady Dawn had them follow her to Spike's crypt where she ordered him and Buffy to pack his things. She then took them to his car. Once loaded Spike, upon instruction, drove back to the Summer's home. They parked the Desoto in the driveway and moved Spike's things into the basement. Once set up the two bodies where sent to lay in Buffy's bed. Lady Dawn returned to her own plane of existence and Dawn laid down on the bed in her room.

Everyone rested

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No one was sure why they had not gone to Buffy’s house or even called to check on Dawn for two whole days. The second night they had gathered at the Magic box again to await the arrival of the Lady and her blonde charges. She said that she would give them answers but mostly they had more questions. No one had found any prophesies yet regarding what was going on and Giles was getting very nervous.

Meanwhile during the two-day rest Buffy and Spike went through some changes. They both where covered by a white glow as their bodies transformed. However, in another place that felt to each of them like a dream another change was taking place.

The room, if you can call it a room, had no walls, ceiling or floor just mists of a white cloud like substance yet it was not cold or wet or hot but felt almost warm and comforting. They only thing Buffy or Spike could really see where each other.

”’ello, anyone there? Where the bloody ‘ell are we?” Spike yelled. Buffy rolled her eyes, ”Spike will you stop. Not sure where we are or how you got here with me when you fell off the tower and I jumped into a portal. Maybe you're not here at all; maybe, you’re my imagination so I don’t have to be alone. Wait why would I dream about you?” she rambled. Spike smirked, “Cause I’m a handsome devil and the Slayer has a crush on my hot, tight bod,” he said as he gave Buffy his sexy “you know you want it” smile. Buffy gave him an angry look that showed just a bit of hurt.

Spike softened a bit and sighed. ”It’s cause you know I love you and would have to be dust to leave you. You're in my blood Buffy.” Spike ran his fingers through his hair causing it to come loose from the gel and curl softly in spots “You're all I ever wanted, needed, craved. I thought I had felt love but I felt nothing until I saw you. …. That’s why Dru left me you know. Told me, in her own crazy way, that I was already with you. In fact she had been telling me since I was turned but I didn’t know it till you rescued me from Glory. All along she would only let me get so close before pushing me away. Telling me something about seeing me “dancing with the sunshine”, that I “taste like ash”, thought she was scared I would leave her or that something would kill me. ‘ell even when I killed my first Slayer she made some comment about being addicted to the “Slayer in your blood”, I laughed about Slayer blood addiction ‘not Slayer blood, Slayer in your blood’ she corrected me. I fought against it but there is something between us Buffy and I know you feel it to” Buffy remained silent, she was not sure what to say, she felt a connection to Spike but she was not sure what it was. She only knew she was not ready for a world without Spike so she had not killed him.

A green figure appeared before the pair. “Greetings, I am Lady Dawn keeper of the keys. You have both given much and are to be rewarded. I will show you all the things you would have done had you both died this night.” She said as she waved her hand and an image of the tower appeared and they saw what happened as Buffy jumped. “This is how it would gone if the Powers had not decided to give you a gift. You will have a choice to make. You can go through what I am about to show you without the knowledge of this little chat or you can choose to accept the gifts given to you and go forward into your new destinies. The choice is yours.” With that she shows them the future as it would be from Buffy dieing and being ripped out of heaven to the dark relationship between Slayer and Vampire to the battle with the first and Buffy finally admitting her feelings for Spike and Spike dusting. They not only saw but also felt every moment.

“The other is this” she waved her hand and another scenario started to play showing Buffy and Spike fighting evil together, and walking in the daylight, they entered a nice home and children came running up to meet them as Dawn came out of the kitchen. The images stopped. One showed Buffy holding Spike's hand as he burned in the Hellmouth and the other Buffy and Spike kissing while holding two beautiful children. “You must chose. I will give you some time. When you have made your choice I will be back.” She vanished leaving two very confused and emotional beings looking at their options.

Buffy looked at Spike trying to process what she had learned. Spike reached for a smoke. He had just seen his cherished dreams played out and was not sure what he felt about them. He looked at Buffy. When their eyes met something happened. In an instant they saw bits of each other’s life and felt what the other went through.

Buffy saw William get rejected by the girl he had a crush on and then when Drusilla found him and she felt his elation at becoming a vampire, his pain at the hands of Angelus, when he became Spike, the pain that no one would truly love him, his frustration over his feelings for her and his time with Glory, how he had saved her and Dawn and refused to give them up. She felt his love and protectiveness of her.

Spike saw when she first was called, her pain at losing her father, when she refused to be the Slayer, the pain brought on her by Dru, himself, and various others. The love she felt for Angel, the pain and guilt over him becoming Angelus, Parker, Riley, her Mother, fear for Dawn, fear that all the people she loved would leave her, her confusion as she tried to understand her connection to him.

The second it was over they both knew. It was truly love at firsts sight, a destiny that neither could fight nor did they want to after all they had learned and seen.

They came together in a passionate kiss holding each other close. When they calmed a bit Spike just held her to him breathing in the scent of her, of home, of peace and love. Buffy felt safe, protected and loved as he held her. Neither spoke for a long time.

”Well, luv what do you think we should do? Either one looks like a ‘ell of a ride.” Spike said trying to lighten the mood of the moment. “I’m not sure, Spike. I’m not sure of anything right now but that I do love you. For some reason that is the only thing I am certain of. The way you protected Dawn and me from Glory, how you changed in the first vision; wait, you didn’t change it was more like you evolved. It was still you and you still made mistakes but you tried and you….stayed” Buffy finished almost losing the words as she began to cry.


Spike held her close and whispered, “I love you Buffy, I told you I’m not going anywhere. What ever you decide to do I’ll be there. We saw how wrong we can be when we fight this. When I’m with you I feel like I’m finally home. I don’t want us to become dark and hurtful to each other. Buffy if I had done what I tried to do in that vision I would stake myself..............” Buffy placed her finger over his mouth to stop him, “One it has not happened yet and two, in a lot of ways rape is what the Buffy in the vision did to Spike. We need to make this choice Spike, not just me. I’m not sure about the whole “leave it to beaver” demon Slayer vision but the other was too dark, too much pain, too much sacrifice. I don’t think I could choose to let us go through that.” Buffy said and then kissed him. They both turned at the bright light that appeared.

”I have returned for your answer. You're bodies are ready and you must return to them. Will I be sending you back to continue the lives you lived once or have you chosen to take your reward?” Lady Dawn asked. “I, we, I don’t know if I am ready for the whole “normal life” you showed us but I can not return to one I know is filled with such darkness and death. My life is full of death due to my calling but…” Buffy paused and Spike spoke from his heart, “You are creature of the light, Luv… You deserve to be in the sunlight, not in the darkness with evil creatures like me.” he released her and turned around unable to look at the love of his life and the being next to her.

”William you sought to change yourself for love. You have more love than any other life form I have ever known. That has been your salvation and your demise. Buffy you have suffered much to save this world. You must believe in your ability to love and in the connection you now know is between you and William. Your friends and many you will never know have been given life because of you Buffy. Death is your gift to souls not at rest and life is your gift to those that yet live. You both will be ascending to become higher beings. You will appear human to most but over time you will both learn to use your gifts as well as change into your true form. Watch what has happened for the last few days with your friends.” She waved her hand to show them the vision of their friends. ”They must help you during your journey as you must help them. You are a family connected by the heart. The Souled one has mourned the loss of his favorite childe and the one whom he would call mate. He has been told and finally saw the truth that he never had either of you to begin with. His destiny is what he now must follow. He must repair the damage he has done to himself and accept his whole self. He may need to speak with William again when he gets close to reaching that goal. You will know if it is time. Now we must return. There is much your family will want to know.” She waved her hand and they both fell into darkness of sleep.

Buffy and Spike awoke in her bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Spike felt a slight pain and looked at his chest. He began to cry as he saw the mark there. Buffy looked over her own heart and looked at Spike. Their eyes met and the knowledge of what happened was instantly transferred without words. Buffy smiled and they both fell back to sleep. Dawn stood in the doorway and watched with glowing green eyes and a smile.

The next afternoon the two woke from their dreams and transformation. They needed time before meeting the others that night. First thing they noticed was that Spike’s heart was beating and all the marks, scars, and bites had vanished from their bodies. Both felt a bit more energized, toned, like their muscles responded faster. They decided to spar and test their new agility. They walked in the back yard and stopped because they realized Spike was standing in the sun and not frying. Spike grinned at her and took a fighting stance. Buffy quickly took one of her own and they began. Both were surprised they seemed to move together without thought in one fluid motion. They moved quicker, felt stronger, and knew moves they had never seen before. They finally went back inside and stared at themselves in the mirror.

Their skin had a healthy golden color and their hair was various shades of blonde. Buffy noticed no roots. Their new “makeovers” also made their eyes seem brighter. Her eyes were still green and his blue, only the color seemed to take on something more. They seemed brighter, deeper, almost mesmerizing. When she looking into Spikes eyes before she felt drawn, but now it felt as if they would swallow her up. They kissed and laughed and examined themselves all afternoon.

Dawn came down just before sunset eyes glowing with the presence of the Lady. “It is time to go young ones.” The three exited the house to head to the magic box. During the two day absence the demon population heard the Slayer was dead. Some more adventurous types decided they owned the town. Older, wiser ones decided to confirm what they thought they knew. A pack of about twenty Vampires, all less that ten years turned, walked down the street. Not just any street, the Slayer’s street. They felt brave in their numbers and with the information that the Slayer was dead. They headed toward the three humans walking down the road. The leader made motions for the others to surround them.

The one who they presumed was the leader spoke, “What do we have here? Don’t you know better than to go walking after dark in this town?” Spike looked up at the one who spoke. “Who do you think you are? Didn’t your Sire teach you to respect you're elders because he obviously did a bad job teaching you to pick your prey!” Several of the vamps looked worried as they recognized Spike. The vamp leader was not one of those. “Who do you think is my elder human?” the leader asked. Spike and Buffy laughed. “Name's Spike. I have at least a hundred years on you, have killed two Slayers, and I’m the prince of the order of Aurelius and favored childe of Angelus head of the order. I’m also the only Master Vampire besides another Aurelian who would dare come to the hellmouth. Oh and I’ve fought the current Slayer and lived to tell about it.” He said with a smirk. Several of the Vampires took a step back when he mentioned the Order. One of the spoke, “Prince Spike, We did not mean to offend. We did not know these humans were with you. We will take our leave now, if it pleases you my Lord.” Spike nodded and several vampires backed away and then took off like the devil himself was after them. Only eight remained all less than five years old. All with the exception of the leader, “I should believe this why? You have a heartbeat and the current Slayer died two nights ago fighting the hell God.” Spike chuckled and looked a Buffy who had a similar wicked smile.

Buffy spoke in a sweet tone that made Spike shiver, ”And what did this Slayer who “Died” look like?” The vampire started to speak but she continued. “I heard she had blonde hair” Several vampires nodded “I heard she had green eyes” Several vampires nodded “I heard she was about my height” Several vampires nodded, “and often seen in the company of Spike lately” Several Vampires gulped.

Lady Dawn finally spoke “Enough children we have not time for this” She looked at the Vampires. “You disgusting half-breeds have picked the wrong night and the wrong place to try and be more that you are. I can see you are not smart enough to recognize a Master or a Slayer but you really should know when you are in the presence of a higher being.” She began to glow green as Buffy and Spike also began to glow pure white.

The confused Vampire leader looked at the little girl in front of him. “Witch?” he asked. Lady Dawn smirked; “Higher power” was all she said. The vampires eyes widened as the holy auras of the three incinerated them on the spot. The three returned to normal and Buffy and Spike looked at reach other. Buffy spoke first, “That was just…” “Neat!” Spike finished. The three laughed and continued on to the magic box. All eyes turned on the trio as they entered the Magic box and took their places.

Lady Dawn spoke to the group as they entered, “A new future waits. The Chosen have accepted their destiny and reward and have ascended to become higher beings. The Gray must help them learn about their new abilities. The Loyal must accept their union and trust his heart when concerning Vengeance. The White must help the Red learn to crawl now that she knows how to fly. The Chosen must follow their paths and my vessel must be herself. You all must learn who she is or loose her completely. I will give guidance when I can, but do not call upon me. If The Chosen have a question of me they may ask my vessel, I will answer if I can. Guardian, you will not find a prophecy for this, as it has never been written. The future is rewriting itself as we speak. Prophesies will be found that concern The Chosen and yourselves but they are just glimpses and hints to what you will need to learn. Only the Powers know The Chosen’s destinies. I leave you all to start your new journey.” With that Dawn collapsed into Spike’s arms. Giles had been writing word for word what the lady said this time as he thought it would be important later.

Dawn recovered in mere moments and told them she was all right and was aware of what had happened. Buffy and Spike informed the group that they had died so with their new life they would take new names. Buffy asked to be called Anne and Spike said he always liked the name Dillon. Willow and Giles discussed getting new papers for the two with their chosen names as well as making arrangements for Buffy’s funeral and Dawn’s custody. There was a lot to get done.

The group had come to terms with the fact that the two would be together. They decided to go home for the night and meet again in two nights to figure out what to do. Dillon told Anne he would meet her at the house later; he wanted to get some of his stuff and bring the Desoto around to the house.

They had agreed on the way over that he should move in instead of living in the crypt. While out he went to get some things he left at the mansion as well and made a few stops in town. While he was gone Anne moved things around in her room to make a place for him. Spike pulled into the driveway. Dawn met him outside to help him unload the car. He sent the food in with Dawn and carried the few boxes of stuff he refused to let anyone else carry in.

Once the car was unloaded, much to everyone’s surprise, Dillon started dinner. Dawn sat the table while the Anne dressed for dinner.

Dillon made a nice salad and some canned bread sticks. He sat them on the table and Dawn lit the candles. A glass of water was sat at each place and Dawn went to see what Anne wanted to drink. The they all sat down to the table and fixed their salads wondering what Dillon had fixed and when did he learn to cook. As if reading their thought he answered.

Dillon shrugged, “Back in the 20’s Angelus and Darla threw parties for “Friends” from the speakeasy. We would have “guest” at the house for a week or so and then the big party before we left town. I never really liked it. More of a hunt, catch, eat type myself, but Peaces and the bitch queen liked to play with their food. I think it was the fact that they could pretend to be the people they had wanted to be in life, rich, cultured, you know snobs.” The girls giggled. Dillon began setting plates of pasta down before them and poured some red wine for everyone. “A toast to family and new paths. This crazy journey we call life, may we travel it together for a long while to come” He said and everyone agreed and began to dig into the food in front of them. After dinner Dillon and Anne climbed the stairs to their room. They were both a little unsure about what was going to happen. Neither knew what the other expected.

Dillon finally spoke up. “Luv, we don’t have to do anything tonight. I know everything has been happening too fast and we both need some time to figure this out. All I ask is that you let me hold you tonight. I think we both need that. Tomorrow we can try and figure all this out.” Anne let out a sigh. He had taken all the pressure off. She hugged him tightly as they both got ready for bed. Dillon kept his back turned as Anne dressed in her sushi pajama bottoms and a tank top. He pulled on a pair of black boxer shorts. Once dressed they both climbed into the bed. They shifted a bit and ended up with Anne resting her head on his chest.

”I love you” they both said before giggling. “Luv, we can work everything out in time, I promise. Until then we will take it one step at a time.” Dillon said. Anne snuggled closer to him before speaking, “We have to decide on one thing soon.” If she had been looking she would have seen Dillon’s smile as he looked down at the top of her head, “what’s that luv?” Anne yawned, “A last name for our papers.” Dillon chuckled. It was the sexiest sound Anne had ever heard as the rumble beneath her ear sent bolts of desire straight to her core. She rubbed her thighs together trying to find some relief. “Got any thing in mind luv” he asked. His voice deep as he too was aroused by her closeness. Anne was so distracted by the sensations running through her body she did not register what he had asked her until he asked again. **Yeah I got something in mind all right** she thought before answering, “What, um no I’m not sure. Um what was your last name? We could use that.” Dillon heart leapt into his throat; surely she did not mean that the way it sounded. Did she want them to use the same last name? Anne mumbled sleepily. “What was that luv?” he asked. Dillon was surprised he keep his voice as calm as he did. “The heartbeat thing is nice. It and you being all warm will take some getting use to.” Anne yawned again. She snuggled against him again. Leaving it alone for now they slept.

Anne woke up feeling disoriented. The events of the last few days thrust her back into reality. She felt a warm body pressed to her back, soft breath on her neck and a warm hand possessively wrapped around her breast. She lay there enjoying the moment, afraid of what would happen when she truly woke up and a little excited too.

Dillon noticed he still had his heightened senses. He heard when Anne’s heartbeat had sped up as she awoke. He pretended to be asleep so he could hold on to this moment. She did not seem to object to his hand being wrapped around one of her perfect breasts. He longed to roll her over and suck the pebble hard nipple into his mouth. He was not sure what she would do.

They had a lot to talk about first and he told her he would let her set the pace of this relationship. He still could not believe it. If he were to be honest with himself he would have to admit he had fallen in love with her at first sight much like the poofter had.

Wonder of all wonders she was here in this bed with him. She had moved him into her home and told him she loved him too. He could die a happy man. Then it hit him. He was a man; he did die, for her. He nuzzled her neck and told her good morning. His voice was deep and gravely as he woke. It took all the strength Anne had not to roll him on his back and have her way with him. Dillon could smell her musky arousal and fought to keep himself from responding.

”Morning to you too.” She mumbled as she rolled to face the man in her bed. She was still amazed at how beautiful he was, even more so after the “make over”. Anne tenderly paced a kiss on his lips. The moment their lips touched the flame between them ignited into an all-consuming passion fire. The kiss deepened as they held each other fiercely.

Hands roamed seeking to learn the body of their love. Dillon gently fondled her breast as Anne ran her hands down his back. His other hand caressed her back as her’s slid down into his shorts to grasp his firm buttocks in her hand. Dillon moaned at the sensation of her strong hands kneading his flesh.

His hand grazed over her hip as he slowly delved into her pajama pants searching out the source of her musk. Anne moaned when he softly touched the damp hair that framed her sex. Dillon let one finger enter her and gasped at how wet and hot she was.

”Luv, if we don’t get out of this bed now we won't be going anywhere today.” He practically purred in her ear as he took her hand and put it on his hard cock. “Feel what you do to me baby. I want you so bad. If we don’t stop now I’m going to make love to you until we both can’t walk.” Anne shivered with desire. His finger brushing her clit, the love and desire in his eyes, and his words were making her so hot she thought she would cum right then. Looking up into his eyes she stroked his cock through his shorts. “Make love to me Dillon. Make me yours.” Her voice was husky and deep with arousal. Her words and the feel on her hand on his cock almost made him go off like a rocket. He groaned kissing her neck and shoulder as he moved over her. They both worked to take off the few clothes that separated them. He kissed her again.

”Oh love, I want to taste you all over but I need to be inside you now.” Dillon groaned. Anne reached for his cock and pulled him toward her sopping entrance. “Have…all….day….need you too much” She was already panting. Dillon slowly began to enter her. Damn she was virgin tight and so hot he thought he would have third degree burns.

Normally he would have made her cum half a dozen times with his mouth and hands before this to make sure she was ready for him. He knew he was bigger than most, so he fought the need to ram himself inside her and slowly pushed his way in inch by inch. Anne winced a bit as he stretched her. She had never felt so complete as she did when he was finally all the way inside her. Dillon rested on his elbows. He was finally all the way in and waited for her to get used to him.

When she shifted her hips beneath him he began to slowly pull out a little and slide back in. In mere seconds they both flew over the edge that they had not even seen coming. He was still hard inside her and began to move again as her quaking subsided. Sighs and moans and pants were the only sound in the room and they tenderly rocked together.

Slowly his thrust began to build up speed and intensity until he was pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into her. He began to talk dirty in her ear telling her how good she felt, how wet and tight and hot she was, how much he loved her. It heightened her pleasure and soon she was shaking with a powerful orgasm that just kept going. Instead of building and crashing through her it lapped continuously like waves at the shore, but at the same time she felt a storm building inside her waiting to be released.

Dillon felt the mother of all orgasms building. Never in his existence had he felt anything so good. He knew by her pants and cries she was close. He reached between them and twisted her clit once, twice, and a third time and then he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on his cock as she began to spasm around it; he let go spilling his seed inside her.

He rolled to the side to keep from crushing her seconds before they both passed out from shared bliss. A knock at the door brought them back to reality. Dawn yelled through the door “I’m ordering pizza. If you two can take a break from the sexcapades and join me, it would be nice since we got stuff to talk about.”

Dillon and Anne looked at each other and began to giggle. “Luv, that was…that was….I don’t think there are words to describe how great that was. Never felt anything like it in my entire existence. You are amazing.” Dillon said making her blush. “not to bad yourself. I think maybe we should get up for a while. We do have a lot to talk about.” She said with a satisfied smile. “I’m not ready to let you out of our bed yet, but you're right. We will continue this particular discussion later. I still have some talking to do to that delicious body of yours.” He wiggled his tongue at her and smirked when she blushed from hairline to toe nail. They sat up and Dillon went to put some cloths on. Anne sat on the edge of the bed wincing at the pain between her thighs. Dillon zipped up his jeans and noticed she had not moved.

”You okay, luv?” he asked. His voice and eyes full of concern for her. Anne nodded and tried to get up but fell back down. Hearing her giggle put him a little more at ease. “Well, you said you would make love to me until I could not walk.” She looked up in time to see satisfaction and pride swell in him at her words. She smiled, “I’ll be okay in a moment. Just a little sore. Forgot that pleasant little after effect.” He looked concerned again. “I’m sorry I hurt you, love, I was trying to be gentle. It’s just that I have wanted you for so long and” She placed a finger over his lips stopping him from speaking. “It’s not a bad hurt and I enjoyed every moment. You’re just a bit big and will take some getting use to like everything else in our new lives.” Dillon could not help the smile that was plastered across his face when they finally made it down stairs. Dawn rolled her eyes. They fixed plates with the pizza Dawn had ordered and sat down to the table.

Dawn smiled at the two of them, “So have we decided on a last name for my adoptive parents?” she asked causing Dillon to almost choked on his pizza. “Dawn, I will be your guardian and Dillon will be second in line if anything happens to me, but we are not going to be your parents. You’re old enough to live with your long lost cousins.” Anne said. Dillon looked up at his little nibblet, “Nothing gonna happen to you love, wont let it. She is right, little bit, we will be your guardians and we will be responsible for you, but we will not be your parents. Besides, no one could replace Joyce. Hank on the other hand……not going there.” Dawn rolled her eyes, “Well what about your last name?” “we’re not sure yet. Any suggestions?” Anne asked. Dawn looked like some one had flipped a switch. She practically bounced with excitement, “hmmm… I looked up some stuff online last night before bed. I made a list of some you might like….Patronus that’s Latin, hmmm, Wilson, Seraphim, Edmunds, ummm, Goodwin. I looked up meanings and thought Protector cause that is what you do and Angelic because your closer to that with the higher being thing, but we could look up something else if you like.” Anne was impressed that Dawn went though so much trouble to research this, “wow! I’m not sure, I kinda like Goodwin. It seems to say a lot. Dillon Goodwin what do ya think.” Dillon looked at her and smiled, “I thought we were picking out your name?” Anne shrugged, “We don’t have to pick the same last name I just thought that….never mind. I love you and you can choose whatever name you want. Edmonds is a good name too.”

Dillon sighed, “Anne, can I talk to you in the living room for a moment.” Anne walked into the other room with him. Dawn tried not to listen in. Really she did. “Love, what are you looking for out of this thing with us. I have loved you for so long, but I know this is new for you.” He asked softly. Anne placed a finger over his mouth. **She keeps doing that**, he thought to himself.

She looked into his eyes as she spoke, ”I took longer to admit it but I have loved you for a long time too. I think that was why I could not kill you. Apparently I fell harder for you than Angel cause I did kill him. I can’t loose you Dillon. I thought you might want the same last name since we are living together, sharing custody of Dawn and sleeping together…….unless you don’t want to anymore. I know you said it was good but history shows me I’m not…..” This time it was Dillon who put a finger over her lips. He was seething with anger at the men who had hurt this beautiful creature in front of him. “Luv, you are amazing. Those other prats had to make you feel like it was your fault that they could not cut it. They did not understand you and wanted you to be the weak little girl but you're not and you can’t be. I love you. The girl you were and the woman you have become. You are the strongest person I know. I knew that before I saw your memories. We have a lot to work on that’s for sure but…..” He reached into his pocket. “I was going to wait on this. I know it is too soon but…….Anne when the time is right will you do me the honor of being my wife? You don’t need to answer yet. This was my mother’s ring. I’ve held on to it all this time and have never given it to anyone. I want to give it to you not as an engagement ring but as a promises of one when we are ready.” Anne was crying, “oh, honey! we can wait if you want but I would marry you right now, if you asked me to. I love you that much and this between us feels more right than anything I’ve ever known.” Dillon slipped the ring on her hand. It fit perfectly just like they did with each other. Dawn came in squealing wanting to see the ring. It was a simple band with a small emerald in it that matched her eyes.

Dawn was ecstatic. She had always wanted them to get together, “If Dillon likes Goodwin then Edmonds could be your maiden name. I can read it now, Anne Edmonds has agreed to marry Dillon Goodwin.” The three laughed. Anne and Dillon made their way back to their room under the excuse of moving Dillon in. Dawn rolled her eyes and turned up the sound or the television. Dillon chuckled as Anne muttered something about sisters.

The next morning the three decided to head to the mall before going to the magic box for the meeting that night. They walked though the mall window-shopping for what they wanted when they could afford it and looking for something nice they could afford. They came upon a new designer clothing store. They had to take a look. The manager came out to greet them.

“Hello, my name is Roberto, I am the manager for “IN” my employers are various designer who would like to try out new clothing lines. My home country Italy has given birth to some of the greatest artist and designers in history. I have a little problem, I think maybe you can help me with.” The man said looking a bit nervous. Anne and Dillon began to get a bit worried. “What kind of problem?” Anne asked. Roberto was nervous but asked anyway, “Well, I would not normally admit this but my family studied what you would call witchcraft and I can see things about some people. While you three are a puzzle, I also feel drawn to you for help with this matter. There seems to be something that keeps breaking into my store at night. My staff refuses to stay in the store after dark, they say that is when people go missing on this floor. I found one of my employees and from the stories my Nonie once told me it seemed like…. Oh your going to think I am crazy, but it looked like a bite mark on her neck.”

Anne sighed. “Roberto, what did you do when you found her?” Roberto gulped, “I knew she was dead so I…I cut off her head before the cops got here. I felt sick doing it but part of me believes the stories Nonie told me about them. Said my Aunt died fighting them. I just could not take the chance that she might rise.” He started to cry. Dawn and Anne helped him sit down. Dillon stretched out with his senses to see if he could tell if the man was lying. He came over to a spot and sniffed.

Dillon turned to them, “Roberto, you did the right thing. It was here correct?” Getting a nod he continued. It was almost as if he saw the whole thing happen in his mind. “Anne love, the girl was done by that loud mouth we ran into the other night. Been quite a number of different things through here though. He’s right the top floor is the most dangerous one after dark. Most of the people here at that time are kids who hang out at the music stores and such downstairs.” Anne looked at Roberto, “Roberto, have you ever heard of a hellmouth.” Roberto began crossing himself and praying before looking at the trio watching him. “Was asking that the goddess watch over me. I do not like to speak of such things but yes; I grew up with stories of the circles of hell and the weak points. I also know a good bit about some types of demons. I’m not sure what kind you are that you could know what happened, but I sense great goodness around you.”

If the situation had not been so serious, Dillon would have laughed. Instead he just looked at Roberto before speaking his thoughts, “Roberto,I think we can help each other. We will tell you a bit about us and about this town, if you will let us know when unexplained events happen at the mall. Anne, I was thinking about the needing work situation; why don’t we open an investigation office like Angelus. I mean we could use it as a place for people to find us when they need help instead of us hoping to find them and them thinking no one would listen. We both know the cops here are useless. We could make money doing what we do best. I think that is one of the reasons we were given our reward anyway. Cause we help when we can.” Anne thought for a moment, “I like that. We can talk to Giles later; maybe, the Watchers can help for once. At least with papers we need.” Roberto looked on his eyes widening more and more at what was revealed to him without them even knowing it, but then again they were not trying to hide what they were talking about. He spoke hesitantly, “I have heard of watchers before too. My Aunt had one. She died not one week after she met that man. My family is not very fond of them. I will be glad to help you in any way, if you can keep my shop safe from the dark forces.” Anne smiled, “Well, since we won’t have to explain everything in detail this will be simpler. Sunnydale is on a hellmouth. Soon a new Slayer will be reporting here since the old one kind of died a few nights ago.”

At the look of horror on Roberto’s face Lady Dawn made an appearance. “Roberto, you family has served the Powers That Be over the years, it is not by accident that you are here. I am Lady Dawn. I am keeper of the keys to the gates. These are the protectors of my human host. Anne was the Slayer who did die and Dillon was once a Vampire who would give his life for her. We rewarded them by making them higher beings. They are still finding their way in this new life but you have provided a new start for them. They will need the help of you and your family. They have witches among them. One reborn of Avalon, the other calls upon the gods of Egypt. Your grandmother will have something’s for them that belonged to her child and to ancestors past.” As soon as The Lady spoke Roberto recognized the essence of one of The Powers That Be and took a knee in front of her. “I will do my best My Lady; my family is at your service as always.” He said reverently. “Anne, Dillon; Roberto is a descendant of the settlers of Salem. His family still practices the old ways. After your encounter with the burning stake I think you Anne can explain much to them and find a common ground. Dillon, I think you should not only think about the investigation agency but the possible market value for what you kill as well. You two will also need the watcher and vengeance to help identify and research uses for bits of this or so that you can properly destroy dangerous items before they fall into the wrong hands.” The Lady explained. Anne and Dillon looked at each other as if in silent communication then nodded. “It will be as you ask.” Anne replied. Roberto closed the shop before dark and the four of them headed for the magic box to meet with the Scoobies and decide their futures.

Once at the Magic Box Roberto was introduced to the group. He was reluctant to talk with Giles until Anne told him that Giles was not you typical watcher and had even quit for her. After a few minutes the two were talking like old friends. Willow and Tara wanted to know all about Salem. Anya asked about the clothing at the shop. Roberto was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the attention; Anne and Dillon noticed so they called everyone to order.

“Rupert, Anne and I need you to get our paperwork. We talked about it and here is the info we have you can fill in any blanks,” Dillon said as he took a piece of paper out and handed it to Willow. Willow was impressed by the elegant penmanship and knew Anne had so not written it.

Dillon began telling the others what was on the paper, “Anne Edmonds born March 4th and is currently 21 years of age. Was a distant cousin to Buffy on her Father’s side, we will deal with Hank if need be. She was working as a waitress in LA and was enrolled to start school at UCLA when she was called about her cousin’s death and came out to Sunnydale with her boyfriend to fulfill her family obligations.

Dillon Goodwin born October 2nd and is currently 28 years old and recently inherited money from a dead relative. Money was kept in an account until the last living heir was found. I will give you the information on that later. Moved to LA to seek out business venture fell in love and followed girlfriend to Sunnydale when they learned of her cousins death and the families request that the estate and custody of the minor, Dawn, be placed in her care.

As far as what now, we are a young couple given a hard duty and now we must make lemons into lemonade as it were. I have money we can live on until we get started. For the first month we will work to establish our identities and then we are starting an investigation agency similar to the one Angelus has in LA. The Lady also suggested that Rupert and Anya help us in a side venture by providing help disposing of things. By that I mean, if it needs to be destroyed or keep guarded or it can be sold for something useful. Also, Rupert, you can help us with the new Slayer when she comes and keep the council off our backs. I fear they would want to try and carve Anne and myself up and I know they don’t want yet another Slayer to learn that their demon = evil theory is a load of hogwash.” He sat down next to Anne as he finished.

Giles was surprised, “ That sounds like a good plan Spike… I mean Dillon. I got word that Margaret O’Shea will be arriving from Ireland tomorrow. Her watcher has raised her. Her parents were killed by a demon just before she was found at the age of nine. Her watcher will be coming with her so that may cause a bit of a problem as I have not met him yet but we will deal with that when they arrive. As for the paperwork we will have that done in a few hours and Willow and Tara know each of you well enough to fill in any necessary blanks. Dillon, we can go into the training room to speak of other matters while Anne works out things with her friends.” Giles and Dillon left the room.

Anya, blunt as ever, told Xander to take Roberto to get coffee. That left the girls to talk in ‘Private’. Anya looked at Anne and asked, “So, have you two set a date yet?” The other girls looked at her in shock with the exception of Dawn who was smirking at them and Anne who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Anya was glad she was one of the first to know for a change. “What are you talking about Anya?” Willow asked in shock. Anya rolled her eyes, “Hello! the ring on her finger and the orgasm afterglow?” Willow and Tara looked at Anne and waited. Anne sighed, “Thanks Anya. I was hoping to save that for a later time. No, we have not set a date, he just asked me this morning. Even then it was more of a promise than an engagement.” Dawn practically exploded with excitement. Anne could not tell if it was a teenager thing or a glowing ball of light thing, “To which you responded and I quote, “oh honey, we can wait if you want but I would marry you right now if you asked me to”. I say you should make it official soon before someone is stupid enough to try and hone in on your territory.” The rest of the girls giggled.

Willow thought for a moment, “Anne Goodwin???? I like it. I wish you had called me to tell me. I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you our news. Tara and I almost lost each other when Glory took her. Now that I have her back we decided to make it official. We can’t get married being gay and all but we are going to have a handfasting that will join us in the eyes of the PTB and our friends. We want to have it on Beltane. I know it is months away and I would like to do it under the full moon that should be that night but…Full moon and Hellmouth are not very mixy for a happy occasion.” Before anyone could react to the news Anya added, “Xander said not to say anything but since you all shared you news…Xander is taking me shopping for a ring. Anne and I should set dates around yours. We should have a few months in between them so people have time to get gifts and not cheap stuff. I will have to ask some friends what to get to higher beings when they get married.” Everyone laughed and shared congratulations. Xander and Roberto came back in once they thought it was safe.

Dillon had been listening in to part of the conversation while speaking with Giles. “Rupert” Dillon began, “you are the closest thing that Anne has had to a father. I was hoping to ask you permission to have her hand. I have already spoken with her and obtained her approval. She is even wearing my Mother’s ring. I know we have not always gotten along and for good reason, but your blessing would mean so much to both of us.” Giles sighed, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. While you were a vampire I feared the two of you were getting too close. In light of recent revelations, I can get over my prejudice and see the good in this relationship. I think of her as a daughter and I would be proud to have you as my son, Mr. Goodwin. Now about your inheritance, what do I need to know and why not tell Willow?”

Dillon looked like the cat who ate the canary, “Well, Lord Rupert, I am the last remaining descendant of William Drogo Montagu, 7th Duke of Manchester. I bought our family home Kimbolton Castle in 1950. I was originally born in 1852. My Mother Ann was his mistress at the time and I was illegitimate. She later married Baron Ashburnham and I was called his heir, as he was unable to have children of his own. I have worked to establish the truth of my parentage while keeping it secret from Angelus, Darla and Drusilla. I now have a sizeable amount of money from a trust set up for my heirs and have invested well. Dillon Goodwin will be the latest heir in my line. I will need your assistance setting this up as I no longer trust my lawyers to handle it.” Dillon smirked at the astonished look on Giles’s face. Not only was Dillon rich and intelligent, but he out ranked Giles himself. “Well, this is a strange development. I must say we always thought you to be a street urchin or something; but, I always wondered as you seemed to have had some kind of education. Who are your lawyers?” Giles asked as he ignored his inner Englishman, who was demanding he show proper respect to a noble of higher rank. His inner Ripper on the other hand was just annoyed that he was a noble of high rank. (Just a story don’t blast me for adding real people or places or for changing history. Just a story)

Dillon let it go but smiled inwardly as he saw the man struggle not to react, “They work with Wolfram and Hart. I have been working to get my records out of their control for a decade now. When I first started using them it was safer. I was an evil vampire and they were an evil law firm. I didn’t have to fake my death every fifty years or so with them. Now with an offshore account in Zurich and a few more here and there I can hide my money and leave it to my heirs without so much paperwork. With my ‘death’ I think that I can be done with the lawyers. They will not like it but I believe they will be persuaded. I plan to pay off the mortgage on the house, maybe add on to it. I also want a trust fund set up for Dawn and I plan to pay for Anne and Dawn to go to college. I plan on finding an office building and setting up the investigation agency and I want to have a basement with storage for merchandise. I plan to have a training room your new Slayer maybe able to use as well. I would like your input on it as you will be training her and we need the space for Anne and myself to test our new abilities.” Giles nodded as he thought of the possibilities, “I think we should join the others now.” He finally said and they reentered the room.

Giles looked at Anne with his sternest _expression, “Anne, I have spoken with Dillon and you have my blessing on one condition.” Anne look nervous. “I get to walk you down the isle and give you away.” He finished with a smile and opened his arms as she ran to hug him. Anne whispered thank you over and over as she hugged him, until a cough from some one broke it up. The men were brought up to speed on the news of the up coming weddings. Finally everyone went home for the night.

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The next day Anne and Dillon went to look at possible office buildings. They went to the old factory district. It was where Spike had lived when he first came to Sunnydale. Dillon bought not one but three of the buildings right next to each other. He took the blue prints to Xander and spent the afternoon making plans to renovate them while Anya and Anne looked at magazines for ideas on remodeling the house. Dawn, Willow, and Tara waited at the magic box for Giles’ new slayer to arrive.

Maggie, Sarah, and Charlie got off the bus in Sunnydale. They had grown up in the Irish countryside and this was a big city to them even though Charlie had studied in London. Sarah and Charlie have raised Maggie as their own daughter since she was nine. Charlie was sent by the council to take the girl and begin training her. When he first found her she was only three and he and Sarah decided to wait and let her live with her parents. They became fast friends with the O’Shea family and were made Maggie’s godparents. Charlie started training her in fighting skills such as fencing when she was but five. He still had not told her parents of Slayers or Watchers or Demons. They planed to tell her parents when Maggie turned ten so they would work with them in getting her ready for and if she would be called. Maggie’s mother was a descendant of the Celts and still studied the ways of her people. On Maggie’s seventh birthday she took a walk with Charlie. During this walk she talked to him of what she knew.

(FLASHBACK)

Morgaine O’Shea looked at the English man in front of her, “Charlie, my friend. I am a child of the old ways. My blood is that of both Celts and Avalon. I know you are more than you seem, as is my daughter. I was aware that there was something supernatural about her from the moment she was born. I have not talked with her father, nor will I unless it is needed. I will however, ask that you tell me what my daughter is and what is her connection to you and your wife. I know the three of you have a destiny that is tied together, but I know not what it is. I also know that one day I will lose my daughter but I would like to be prepared first by knowing the why, if not the how.” Charlie hung his head and directed them to a bench in a nearby park. He looked at the red head. She was pure Irish; even without knowing old magic she could be an imposing figure.

Charlie sighed, “Morgaine, I understand. Have you ever heard of the Chosen one, the Slayer?” he waited. Morgaine thought for a moment before speaking, “There was a story among my people that spoke of a child of balance. This child was said to be born with a demon inside her. This demon was different and sought to destroy it’s own kind to correct an imbalance caused by the soulless hybrids. Is that what my child is a demon?” She asked worried about her child.

“Not quite. The Powers created the first Slayer when the hybrids emerged. This was after the Old Ones where banished from this plane. The Girl was only fourteen years of age and the Powers gave her the same essence that created the hybrids. The Chosen One, the one girl in the entire world with the power to fight the darkness and win. She has speed and strength equal to those she fights. There is what we call potentials all over the world. When we find one the child is taken from their family and raised by their watcher. They are to keep their identity secret. This is to protect the child and their family. They are tutored and kept isolated. This is how it has been for centuries. Sarah and I were sent her to take Maggie. We decided not to. Instead I began her training while allowing her to live a normal life. I planned to tell you upon her tenth birthday. I do not want her to know unless it becomes necessary. Sarah and I think of her like a niece and want her to have a normal life. There is a chance she will never be called and I don’t want to ruin her innocence yet. Most are called after they become a teenager. If she is not called by the time she is seventeen then she will not have to know at all. Being a child of the old ways you must be careful. Some demons will be drawn to the power you and your daughter hold. I must tell you too that most Slayers do not live more that a few years after being called. There was one that held the record of four years. She too was of Avalon descent.” Charlie finished his explanation and waited for the woman’s wrath. It never came.

Morgaine thought for a moment. She was angry that anyone would think she would give up her child to strangers, destiny or not. She was glad someone like Charlie and Sarah were sent and not some pencil pushing ass kisser. She finally looked at Charlie, “Charlie, I must tell you of a dream I had recently. I saw a blonde girl in America fighting Vampires. I feel this is still a bit in the future. This Slayer will break all the rules, will live to be the oldest ever and will help train my daughter. I know your people have taught you their ways. I also know you do not agree with all of them. You must look up the archives and journals. Look for those who had disciplinary action taking against them. You must look past what you were taught and find the truth or you will rebel against your destiny in the future and become what you dislike. There will be those who want to get rid of this new Slayer because they cannot control her and she knows that they need her to exist, but that she will exist with or without them. She will have unlikely allies. Look into the origins of the Slayer and into rogue Slayers. Pay attention to mentions of their connection to Vampires. Also, look up prophesies that refer to good vampires or ones with souls. This information will help you in the future, though I know not how. I trust you with my child’s life and though it grieves me to say it I know my time with her is short. I know not why or how, but the Powers have given me this much of a warning. I will be leaving you and Sarah in charge of our estate, if you agree to take care of it for Maggie.”

Charlie was shocked, “Oh Morgaine, I will do as you ask my dear friend. Though it pains me to think of this world without you and your husband in it, but I will honor your memory and heed your words. I will teach her your traditions as well, if the time comes. I do hope you are wrong about this though. I would like to see Maggie grow up and marry and have grandchildren that the four of us can spoil. We must get back before our spouses think we ran away together.” He said and they laughed as they made their way back to the O’Shea home.

(Flash forward) Just after Maggie turned nine a group of vampires came into town. They were all around a hundred years turned. There were four of them. They had been heard boasting that they were to be bigger than even the scourge of Europe had been. They also had found out that there was a watcher in town, which meant a potential Slayer.

None of them were confident enough to go after a Slayer, but they did idolize the Slayer of Slayers, Spike. They thought if they could take out a potential Slayer it would win them the reputation they wanted. They found Charlie training Maggie in her back yard. Sarah was shopping and planned to make dinner for the five of them.

Morgaine felt something was wrong and went out the back door. Just as she did they attacked. Maggie and Charlie had been fighting with swords. Charlie yelled at Maggie to go for the heart or cut off the head. Maggie was afraid but something inside her responded and began fighting off the monsters. She managed to kill one of the females. Charlie killed one of the males. Morgaine was preparing a fire spell when her husband came out to see what was going on. The remaining two vampires attacked. Morgaine hesitated to call her magic because her husband was there. That moment’s hesitation cost them both. The two vampires snapped their necks. Maggie screamed as her parent’s bodies hit the ground. A fury welled up inside her that Charlie could tell was pure Avalon magic. She grabbed hold of the female Vampire and broke her neck. Then she went after the male and quickly took his head. She then turned to the female who was recovering from her injury and spoke with an ancient voice, “I am a child of ancient magic. The Powers blessed my people and now you have evoked our people’s vengeance. You and your entire line shall be punished from this day forth.” The female screamed and ran into the night. Seconds afterward Maggie collapsed exhausted into Charlie’s arms and began to mourn her parents.

Charlie and Sarah helped Maggie follow the instructions her Mother had left on how to perform the burial rites. Things her mother wished her to have were packed and moved over to the Bruce’s home. They already had a room for her as she sometimes stayed with them. For the next few years Maggie was trained to understand the ways of her people both Celtic and Avalon. Charlie sought out teachers for her to learn what she was capable of and how to control it. She learned about demons and Slayers. Somehow she knew she would be called one day and made Charlie help her learn until they both were exhausted, both mentally and physically.

(Flash to the future time)

Maggie awoke with a start. A few years ago she would have woke up screaming from such a dream as she just had. At this time, however, she woke with purpose. She walked to her Watcher’s room and knocked. “Uncle Charlie, wake up. It’s happened. I’ve been called and we must go soon. We have to prepare to go to America and guard the hellmouth of Sunnydale. Another has been chosen for the other.” Charlie was half asleep but at the words, “I’ve been called”, he bolted from the bed, Sarah at his side, “I heard there were now two somehow. I guess that means Buffy has died. I wonder what happened. I did not think anything could take her down.” Maggie shrugged, “She jumped into a portal to save the world after stopping a hell god.” Charlie looked at her with his mouth open in shock. He could not tell what shocked him more. That Buffy had done what Maggie said or that Maggie knew and acted like it was nothing. “I have the memories of the past Slayers now. Do not worry. She is not gone but merely ascended. The Powers rewarded her. You will know more when we arrive.” Maggie finished and turned to go back to her room before they saw the slight smirk on her face. **Maggie 1; Watcher 0! What a way to start a morning** Maggie thought.

Charlie did not have time to process what she had said before the phone rang. Charlie answered and nodded to Sarah. It was the council calling to give them orders to move to Sunnydale. Transport had been arranged and they had two days to pack up their belongings. Charlie was told he was to work with Buffy’s watcher but to keep and send daily reports to the council as most did not trust Lord Giles accounts anymore. Charlie smirked knowing they wanted the control of him and Maggie that they could not get over Buffy and Rupert.

Charlie had studied the things Morgaine had asked him to and knew the council and their dirty tactics well. He kept a close eye on the reports and rumor concerning Buffy and Rupert. He knew more about them and the council than either did about themselves. Charlie had managed to hide the fact that Maggie had old magic in her blood. He was sure the council would take her away from them if they knew. Charlie was eager to met Rupert but was not sure how to approach actually talking to him. It seemed from reports that he was close to his Slayer. Charlie was not sure how he would handle loosing Maggie and just hoped what she said about Buffy was true.

(Back to present day)

Charlie asks for directions to the Magic Box. It was only a few miles away so they picked up their luggage and headed in that direction. They had packed only the things they each would need for a few days. Once they were settled they would have their belongings shipped to them. They had only walked about a mile, when a SUV pulled up with a blond couple. The man that was driving said something like “I smell tweed” in a British accent to the girl in the passenger seat. She giggled before addressing them.

“You guys are headed for the Magic Box, right?” without waiting for an answer she continued. “I’m Anne and this is Dillon. You must be the friends Giles - I mean Rupert told us about. Would you guys like a ride?” Anne asked. Charlie looks at Sarah and Maggie. He almost told them no, but something in Maggie’s eyes told him to accept. Charlie looked at the young couple. They looked nice and helpful, but he felt something was off with them. He blamed it on hellmouth vibes and hoped Maggie was right about the two, “Yes, I’m an old friend of Lord Rupert. My Name is Charlie and this is my wife Sarah and our daughter Maggie. I think the ladies would appreciate a ride, though we don’t want to put you through any trouble.” He said. Anne smiled at how truly British he seemed, yet not Watcherish. He was very Giles like she hought, “Not at all. Giles is like a father to Dillon and me. How would it look if we let you walk when we are headed here to meet you ourselves? Let me move some things around and we can get going.” Anne replied.

She got out and opened the back hatch. Made a few adjustments to cover rhe “hidden” arsenal in her car and put their bags in. Another similar switch to the back seat and they where buckled in. Charles and Sarah were a bit nervous but Maggie was trying not to laugh. She knew exactly who these two were and what they were. Charlie thought he had studied them so well. Did he ever think to look at a picture? She would let the newly ascended pair have their fun. Dillon parked in front of the Magic Box and they all got out.

“So Charlie, do you had a place set up for ya yet?” Dillon asked. Sarah answered for them; “We thought we would stay in a hotel while we look for a house and get Maggie enrolled in school.” Anne rolled her eye remembering her move to Sunnydale. “Sarah, seeing as you’re an old friend of the family, you can stay with us if you like. We recently looked into the market for office space but there is always property for sale. Unfortunately, people leave our small town rather quickly for one reason or another.” Anne offered. Had Sarah been looking at Anne at that moment she would have seen the mischief dancing in her eyes and gotten a clue, but she was looking at Maggie and remained clueless. “I would not want to put you out.” Anne cut her off with a wave of her hand. “No bother really. You two can use the guest room and Maggie can stay with my sis..umm…cousin. Dawn is only a few years older than her and can use the company. Everyone lately just wants to tell her sorry about your family. It will be good to have someone she can talk to about things that knows the truth about our family.” Anne said winking at Maggie. She knew Maggie knew a lot more than the “Adults” did at the moment.

Dillon held the door for the group to enter. Sarah had finally got the cryptic messages but Charlie was still struggling. Maggie giggled silently. Her Watcher is not always very observant. Giles welcomed everyone and hugged Anne and Dillon before directing them to take their seats. “Well, now that everyone is here. I would like to welcome Maggie, Sarah and Charlie to Sunnydale. I don’t want to waste time talking around things. If Maggie is going to survive here, there are things she will need to know, Anne will you go talk to Maggie in the training room for a moment. Anne seems to think you have secrets and that if we share them with each other we can build trust. She is a wise woman and I trust her judgment. While they talk for a moment I have some questions to ask you Charlie. Can we speak business in front of your wife?” Giles asked. Charlie was shocked. He expected British manners of at least offering tea and small talk before business. He found he liked Rupert’s direct approach much better. “We can indeed Lord Rupert. What of your friends here?” Charlie asked as he looked around at the assortment of people who were barely past their teen years. Giles smiled, “Charlie, please call me Giles or Rupert, we have no peerage here. As for my children, we will do introductions when the girls return and your question will be answered in dept; until then, yes, you can trust them.

Are you aware there is a division growing among the council? If so, what are your views on the matter?” Charlie looked at the man as he thought about his words. Reading about this watcher had turned him into a sort of mentor, though he would never tell the council that, “I have studied the council law, but I have also researched the ancient journals. I know the old ways shall we say. I have also kept close watch over you and your own charge. I will speak frankly and say I believe we need new leadership; though, I do not entirely agree with either side I think Travers is a controlling jack arse.” The room erupted with laughter. Dillon placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie could feel the power flowing off him. He was curious but would not pry until introductions were done.

“I see truth in his word, Rupert. Only someone of like mind could speak about Travers like that without his voice giving it away. Sarah what about you.” Dillon asked. Sarah was a mother lioness looking into those blue eyes saying, “If it were left up to the council, I would not have that sweet little girl in there. I would have a trained assassin at their beck and call. I love my daughter and will give my life to save hers.” Dillon nodded. He felt the same about Anne and Dawn.

Anne and Maggie came back in sweating a bit. Everyone looked at them in surprise, “Sorry! she saw the training room and wanted to spar. Wait till Dillon and I get done building ours. The plans for the obstacle course the guys want to build is like right out of Xmen.” Anne told Maggie. They both looked like some one told them it was their birthday, Christmas, and a shoe sale all at once. Maggie grinned with glee as she joined her godparents once more. She looked at Charlie and simply said, “Everything.” Charlie’s eyes widened, “Are you sure Maggie? I like them too but we just met them and…” Maggie rolled her eyes, “Relax poppa bear, Anne’s story balances it out. No one here trusts the council with the whole truth and they don’t want theirs out any more than we want mine. Trust me on this one, will ya.” Charlie nodded and began telling Maggie’s story. Giles then told the stories of the Scooby’s group ending with Dillon and Anne. They left out Dawn’s story for her safety and he felt it was up to Dawn or Anne to tell her. He also left out parts of Dillon’s story, being as some of the Scoobies did not even know of his titles or how much money he had. Besides he wanted to watch and see how Charlie took the news.

It had been a long night so the group finally broke up so Anne and Dillon could take the Bruce’s home for the night. Charlie’s mind was churning with questions about the extraordinary people he met this night. Giles’s mind was similarly occupied thinking of the young Slayer with the power of Avalon in her veins. Part of him not wanting to believe in the mystical Isles of Avalon, but the part of him that knew magic screamed it’s belief.

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Early the next morning Charlie found Maggie, Anne and Dillon in the basement. Anne and Maggie were sparing. Anne, Dillon, and Maggie all needed to have this work out to test each other’s skills as well as their own. Dillon and Anne were not aware of what all they could do now that they were higher beings and Maggie was still learning her true abilities as a Slayer. As if on cue they all stopped to say good morning to Charlie like it was a scheduled break. Dillon excused himself to start breakfast while the girls cleaned up and Anne set the table. Charlie said he would go tell Sarah and they all went their own way until meeting at the table thirty minutes later.

“We can start showing you houses today, if you would like. We also thought we would take Maggie on a patrol later. Early shift I think. It will get her familiar with the area and the nightlife. Also, she can see how we do it here in the field. Charlie, you can join Giles and observe if you want as well. He will make sure nothing happens to you or Sarah if she wants to come too. I will be asking you to let Dillon and me take the later patrol. It has been almost a week since we were out at night. I’m afraid that news of the Slayer’s death and that a fresh Slayer has arrived will bring out some things I don’t think Maggie is ready for yet.” Anne said. Maggie started to protest but Anne cut her off.

“Maggie, you say you have some of my Slayer memories correct?” Maggie nodded. “Do you just see them or feel them too?” Maggie thought for a moment, “Some are edited by the PTB, kinda PG 13, most I get surround senses, visual, physical, smell, taste, occasionally emotion. Those I think are more to help me learn from your lessons and not have to repeat them myself. Like I felt both the love and loss you felt for your first. I’m thankful I did not get details only the feeling of how lost you were for a time while dealing with it. It is a tactile version of a parent telling their child what happened to them in hopes that the child will not make the same mistake. I don’t understand though is why you could not make it work, when I felt so much love between you.” Anne sighed and was surprised when Dillon answered for her and not in a sarcastic way either. He spoke softly to her, “Maggie, you know who I am, what I am, and what I was. Look into my eyes child of Avalon and know the truth beyond your years.” Anne was in awe. She had never heard him speak like that but once or twice when he had let more of his human side show to her. Maggie looking into his blue eyes with her green ones, her eyes began to glow and everyone felt the magic in her grow tangible in the room. “I see, she was looking for you. The man you thought you loved so deeply was a pale reminder of the soul mate your heart looked for. The connection in this life was that being his sire made them part of each other and your soul latched on to the first thing that felt like it’s mate, until it found its mate. How did this vampire take your union?”

Dillon smirked “Like you bloody well think he would. He’s the one who left her on her own cause she didn’t fit into his mold of perfection, yet tells her I was the evil one who can not be trusted. In the end he had to get over himself and admit that he loved us but we were never his to lose. He had to let us go. He did that the night we died. We still carry that mark in our hearts even if it was cleared from our bodies.” Anne smiled and said, “I think that is how the demon population knew about our passing but they will learn soon enough that the hellmouth is still well guarded. You, me, Dillon, Dawn, the watchers, the witches, and the various other Scoobies got a lockdown on it. Now if we can figure out how to use our abilities, we will all be okay.” With that they all giggled and dove back into their pancakes and sausage.

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They gathered together as the sun began to set. The day had been spent touring Sunnydale and talking of their life there and all they had faced. Maggie was in pure hero worship of the two blondes. Anne broke out the weapons and everyone got geared up. Charlie was a bit surprised to see how smoothly the Scooby gang fell into step almost like soldiers. Then he realized they had been doing this for several years. He and Sarah were handed crossbows and stakes. Then the group made sure they knew how to use them. Anne had them stand in a V pattern. It was Anne, Dillon, Willow, Tara, Charlie and Maggie. Sarah stayed behind with Giles, Dawn, Xander, and Anya. They set up a base where the group would check back in at every hour or so and they were ready to move in and help when needed. Watches in sync and radios with batteries checked. Weapons at the ready the group headed out for the first cemetery.

Restfield was the first stop. Dillon found the old crypt had been taken over by a group of fledges. One look at Anne and she silently took the others out of view just as the vamps smelled humans and came out to find Dillon standing there. Two took a knee immediately in front of him.

The vampire who had showed him respect before spoke up “My Prince, I hope we have not earned your disfavor but the children of Aurelius have gathered here to await your orders, my Lord” The other right took a knee when they realized who stood before them. “What is your name childe?” Dillon asked. “Richard, my lord, Richard Bantana.” He answered. “Tell me your history.” Dillon commanded. Richard told him, “My sire was killed when the slayer and Lord Angelus killed the Master. His name was Mathew, childe of Thomas, childe of Darla, childe of the Master of Aurelius. I was turned eighteen years ago and traveled here with my sire two years later. Now I am at your service, my prince.” Dillon had no idea why he did what he did next but he felt compelled.

“Come to me Richard. Kneel in front of me. The rest of you come kneel beside him. Here and here.” Dillon said and each did as they were told and formed a half circle two deep in front on Dillon. He then instructed them to each tell their history in turn. Richard was the oldest at 18. Marcus, Joe, Erik, and Damon were the other males of the group and around ten years turned, give or take a year. Each claimed a tie to Darla. The girls were Tory, Aren, Heather, Leah, and Krista. Heather claimed to be childe of Darla directly. Richard was Sire to Tory and Aren both being around ten years turned. Leah and Krista were closer to fifteen years turned and had been twins. They claimed to be tied to a childe Dru had made in New York. They said there were a few more children of Aurelius on their way to this gathering. One fledgling claimed to have been turned by Angelus when he was unleashed in Sunnydale. When they were finished Dillon looked at each one in the eye.

“Joe and Heather come stand before me.” Dillon called. The others backed up a good five feet knowing he was displeased. They knew the two had not told the truth from what they had told them to begin with. “Heather, you claim to be childe of Darla. Joe you claim to be sired by one of her childer. Look into my eyes.” They did as commanded but both knew they had foolishly stepped over a line. “You are deceivers and spies. You think that the Prince of the order of Aurelius cannot tell his own clan. You think I would miss the mark of Lemur on your neck. Does your master dare think any one Aurelius over thirty would be fooled by such a challenge?” Dillon asked. The disgust was plain in his voice and the two began to tremble. “Joe, you will return to your Master and tell him that the head of Aurelius clan is strong and well and that I am still Master of Sunnydale. Tell him all challenges will be met in traditional ways. Tell him to warn the lesser clans that we Aurelians do not take kindly to spies or lesser Lords who think us unintelligent. Tell him he has two nights to get as far away from me as possible for on the full moon I will crush him and my reach is long. If I again sense a Lemur in my territory they will not live seconds beyond that. Deliver my message soon and you may yet live another night.” Dillon then turned to the vampiress, “Heather, you are very presumptuous. Not only do you assume I would mistake you for a member of clan Aurelius, but that you were a princess as well. You presume to be higher than me even. I am not sure if you thought you would be able to one up the twins or you are just that stupid. Your ambition has cost you dearly. DUST!” With the one word Heather turned to dust. The other Vampires gasped and some lay their faces into the dirt afraid to even look at the being in front of them. Joe took off as if the host of heaven were after him for all the evil he had ever done.

Dillon looked on the twins, “Leah, Krista, I remember our Sire speaking of you as her pair of porcelain dolls. I feel her mark upon you. We are embarking on a new journey. If you swear by me, I will make you new beings. I will raise you above others of the order. I will claim you as my childer and make you above all others in line. You must prove your worth to me. You must do all I ask knowing I will see the truth as I did with the spies and my reach is long. You may ask a question before you decide.” Leah licked her lips nervously, “I am sorry, my Prince, but what are you now. I see in you the form of my Prince but you have a heartbeat, yet you are not human. You are some kind of day walker, yes?” Dillon smiled slightly, “Do not fear asking an honest question of me, childe. I have been lifted up to become a higher being. Yes, I may go in the sun and I do not have to drink as much blood to live. By taking my cup and becoming my Childer you will not become a higher being, nor will you be day walkers. You will be a new breed, unique. You will have more power than other vampires twice your age and you will need less blood. You also must follow my rules and obey without question.” “My lord, If you will be ascending to Master and King of the Clan then, what about a Queen? Will you choose one of your own line or of another?” Krista asked. She hoped he would choose her or her sister but would never dare to ask that. Dillon’s smile widened, “Oh! that spot is already taken, childe. My Childer will meet her soon and they will call her queen and mother, others will call her the white death. Now choose. Kneel with head bowed before me, or leave quickly.” He commanded. All eight bowed their heads. Dillon placed a hand on each head bowed before moving away to sit on a bench.

Dillon called each of them by name and gave them their title. They each pledged their loyalty to him and he then sent Richard after a box he had left hidden in the crypt. Once Dillon had it in his hands again memories came to him. Dru had given him this box before she left him. It was the only property of the clan not under lock and key in their vault. It was to be kept by the head of the clan for such moments as this. He had left it in his crypt when he thought he had left this all behind him. He opened the box and took out the clan symbol. This he placed around his neck. Next he took out a cup, a ritual knife, a quill and a book.

Dillon called, “Baron Richard, come forth and give your blood to the clan.” Richard came forward and cut his finger with the tip of the blade Dillon held out. He used his blood to write his name in the book with the quill then cut himself again on the other hand and placed eighteen drops of blood into the cup, one for each year. Dillon called the others up in turn and all did the same. he then cut himself and let his blood pour into the cup. He was not patient enough to count out over two hundred drops. He swirled the blood around in the cup mixing it. Then each of the vampires came and took a sip of the mixed blood. Soon the blood was most gone and they all returned to their positions in front of Dillon. “Blood binds us, keeps us, and delivers us from death. Your blood is now mine, you are my childer, and you are mine to keep or mine to kill. I am your Sire above all Sires. I am Clan Aurelius.” Dillon said. “We are yours by oath and blood. We have no Sire above you. Our lives and our blood belongs to you, our lord and King.” All the vampires said as one. “Arise childer of Aurelius. Tonight you shall drink and be merry. In two nights you will begin your new training and education. I will teach you what it is to be Childer of a King. Tonight I will make my presence known among the demon population. Drink and be merry my Childer. You have two hours to get what you need. NO HUMANS. You will not drink any HUMAN blood for two days. Stay within a hundred feet of this crypt once you return with supplies. If you are out after the two hours then Childer or not you will die. Am I clear? Baron Richard and the two Princesses are in charge. Princesses you will report to Richard until I say further. Richard I give you great responsibility. Do not let me down nor abuse the power given, it can be taken back painfully.” Dillon ordered. “Yes, my lord we will do as you command.” Richard said with a nod. Dillon returned to the others while Richard began sending the childer out for what they would need. As much as he hated it he himself went to the butcher for blood. No Human Blood. Dillon and the others resumed patrol and said nothing about the last hour he had spent with a group of vamps. Dillon knew they would wait until they all got home.

Angel felt a change in the line. It had been centuries since a king had been chosen. He felt that some how one had been chosen this night and that worried him. He was the oldest in the line. The oldest was always the strongest an there for king. Angelus was fighting to get out and kill who ever was calling themselves king. Angel had to fight to keep him down.

They were in the middle of training when the phone rang.” Hello Magic Box” said a female voice cheerfully. “Anya, this is Angel I need to speak with Giles” Angel replied, sounding very serious. Anya never liked the brooding vampire and yelled,” GILES PHONE”.

Giles rolled his eyes and answered the phone, “Magic Box this is Rupert Giles”, he answered. “Giles this is Angel I need to know what you can tell me about a new King of Aurelius being named.” Giles was a little shocked. “Just a moment Angel” Giles put him on hold. “Dillon can I speak with you” Dillon nodded and walk over to him. Giles asked if he had any knowledge.

Dillon smiled, “I’ll tell you later Giles” mouthed as he picked up the phone, “Angelus you are oldest but not most powerful in your line. A new line has been started with the King and his new childer. This is no longer a concern for you. Do as the Lady asked and return to your own destined path. Find balance and you will be the champion you where made to become. The old Aurelian line is no more.” With that Dillon hung up.

Angel moved as if in a trance. With that one phone call all thought of the Aurelians left his mind. He had a life and a purpose. His thoughts of his vampiric family were hidden in the back of his mind and Angelus was quiet. Angel went to work like nothing was wrong.

Giles asked Dillon sit as he began to write down what happened. It was yet another ability Dillon seemed to have and now he had to tell Giles about his kingship.

Anne, Willow, Tara, Anya, Dawn, Sara, and Maggie were out looking at possible homes for the new Slayer central. The realtor was the one whom Spike had worked with when he bought the warehouses. They were looking at the fifth house of the day. Something had felt off about each of them and this one was no exception. Anne took the realtor aside, “Can I see a list of the other houses you might show us?” she asked sweetly. The girl did not know why but she handed over the information with a smile. Anne looked over the list, “No, no, no, no, maybe, hmm, Yes lets see this one.” Anne pointed at the listing and the Realtor smiled and nodded. Everyone got in the van and headed over to the location Anne had chosen.

It was only a few houses down from Anne and Dillon’s home. As soon as they pulled up to the house the girls knew it was the right one. It had four bedrooms, a large dinning area, a basement, a pool out back, and study. The living room was large enough to hold group meetings or movie nights. The Scoobies declared it a perfect Slayer house and Sara and Maggie agreed. The fact that it was close to Anne and Dillon was a bonus.

The papers were signed and the Bruce family started setting up their new home. The movers brought their belongings, which the gang helped unpack. The girls shopped for anything else they might want or need for the home. Anne had a credit card Dillon had given her. He told her to use it for what ever she wanted. She did not like spending his money on frivolous things but stuff for the new Slayer was acceptable.

The work on the warehouses was well underway. The offices were almost ready but the training complex was going to take more time. The workers knew better than to ask why they wanted such a dangerous place built. The pay was good and they were not asked to work after dark. In fact they were required to be off site before dark and back just after sun up. Most had lived in this town long enough to know that was a blessing.

The girls began selecting furniture for the offices. Sara was in design mode. She was suggesting how they could maximize space, add comfort, and the best ways to feng shui the offices. Willow, Tara, and Sara began talking of simple ways to add protections and other helpful spells to the offices while making them part of the décor. Charlie started to tell her it was not her place to decorate the offices but Dillon quickly stopped him taking him outside.

“Charlie mate, I just saved your life. Look in that room at our women. They are nesting. They are bonding. They aren’t spending money by only talking about shopping. You interrupt that and they will turn on not only you but the rest of us as well. Then they will go shopping with actual money and no plan. Even I could go broke that way.” Dillon chuckled. Charlie finally started to laugh himself after shuddering from the image Dillon planted in his mind.

Finally all of the work was done on the offices. The training room was still being worked on but everything else was good enough to open the doors. Almost as soon as the doors opened, Avalon Investigations, Inc… was packed with customers. Some wanted to know what they did there, other wanted help finding friends and family who were missing, a few demons came to ask for protection. All the request were met with an polite, “Fill out this form and we will look into it and get back with you in a few days” type answers. After they finally closed the doors the girls began sorting the request forms into categories of yes, no, maybe, and research. Everyone was very tired by the end of the day and decided to spend a quiet night alone with their families. Dillon and Anne of course patrolled first.

A few days after Avalon opened up the witches started the Fairy Green line of spell components. Anya, Willow and Tara found several uses for parts of the demons Anne and Dillon killed each night. The two had also become “guardian angels” of the non-violent demon population. The outskirts of the town began to grow and thrive as several demons, and half demons started communities there. Those that could past for human worked and lived as them. They also helped the less than human looking demons live as well.

They dropped off food or gave them jobs around their homes they could do. Small gated communities were formed. These were little places were non human looking demons could play outside and not worry about humans. Anne and Dillon became like police in these areas. They keep out humans who could CAUSE trouble and keep the local demons from harming humans. In return many of them gave the couple things. Some gave treasures they had acquired, some gave odd foods, others gave spell components. Much of what they gave came from other where ever they once lived.

Other Vampires were joining King Dillon as well. They agreed to live by the rules he set if he protected them from the Slayers and Hunters. Dillon checked on them often and trained many of them to help patrol. They were not required to kill evil demons but report them to Dillon and help keep the peace between the non-violent demons.

Marcus was the head of the Lemur clan. He was only around two hundred seventy years turned but the clan had always been one of weaker demons. Marcus however had delusions of grandeur. He assumed he could take over a great line and make something of himself. He did not realize his demon was only as strong as a week old fledge in the ancient line Dillon commanded.

Marcus was meeting with other Masters of the lower clans and grumbling about the goings on in Sunnydale. Master Tyva of the Vainer clan and Master Michael of the Schmidt clan sat round his table. They came up with a grand plan of combining their clans to go after the new Aurelian King. Plans laid they decided to attack the following Tuesday night.

Word reached Dillon that there were rumor of several lesser clans recruiting vampires. The main rumor was they planned to attack the Aurelians. Dillon rewarded his faithful childer and sent out word he would hold court on Tuesday. Mean while he gathered his core group and made plans to work with the Slayers team to stop the invaders and send a clear message to the demon world that he and his queen were not to be trifled with.

Plans set Dillon and Anne set up there court that night in Restfield near Spike’s old crypt. Several Vampire and Demons asked for an audience with the King. As in days of long ago Dillon and Anne sat on chairs and had their appointed officers around them. Requests were brought to them in writing and then the herald would call the parties forward. Most of the request were boring. Vampire asking to join his kingdom, Demons requesting judgment in situations they could not settle themselves, some seeking work and a home, ect…

Court was almost finished when Dillon nodded at one of his men. Several of the group moved into position seconds before all hell broke loose. Demons and Vampires from Marcus’s group charged into what they thought would be an unsuspecting group of nobles. What they found was a fully prepared and fully trained group of warriors. In moments the Aurelians had gained control of the situation and brought the attack to an end. Those whom survived were taken to a secure location at Avalon Investigation.

Marcus looked at the cowering vampire before him then at the note in his hand. “What does it say Marcus” Michael demanded with a growl. Marcus looked up at his partners not even attempting to conceal his rage, “He demand that we leave not only California but the US as well. He claims he will allow you to leave unharmed but he dares to command me into his presence. Who does he think he is to command me? I was a vampire before he was even born.”

A balance demon then stepped forward surprising the trio. “My name is of no importance but my information will help you. You will learn from it or die from it. The king you seek to oppose was non other than Spike, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, Sired by Angelus himself. He is also they youngest Master ever in vampire history. Also for those of you who do not know the Master begot Darla, who begot Angelus, who begot Drusilla, who begot Spike. He died the same night as the Slayer known as Buffy Summers. That night Dillon and Anne were born. They are ascended demons of light. Angels some would mistakenly call them. They have powers beyond what even they know and that power is growing. It is growing so that they will keep the balance when the end times come. The battle has begun and they will be part of the war to follow. I give this information as a warning. Use it wisely.” With that the demon was gone. The trio looked at each other before Michael and Tyva turned hatful looks on Marcus.

“You told us he was a lesser. You did not tell us who he was and from the look on your face I say you knew. If what the demon said is true then his queen is the former Slayer. You set us upon an Ascended Slayer and the most notorious master vampire in history without warning. You have to be out of your mind. None of mine will aid you in this. We will except the king’s decree and leave for Europe as soon as we can make arrangements. If we ever come across any of yours again we will kill them.” Michael said with deadly seriousness. Tyva looked to be still in shock before asking Michael if her line could accompany his for the trip. He smiled at her and nodded. She then turned to Marcus, “I second what Michael has said and the same will go for my line as well.” The two left calling their clans to follow. They sent one to speak with the King.

Once the prisoners where secured Dillon ordered one to take a message to his master, he chose one of Marcus’s own line. The rest were separated and each brought before Dillon and Anne. The first was David a Childe of Michael. He looked fearless on the outside though he was shaking inwardly. “What is your name childe?” Dillon asked. He smirked to himself when he heard Anne think of how much his attitude seemed like a certain blond she use to know.

David was a big man before he had turned and after his turning he had turned into solid muscle. He straightened himself up and pushed his own pride aside as he address the man before him, “Please you majesty, I will answer all if you will first bring me my childe and mate so I may see she is unharmed.” Dillon looked at him for a moment. “You ask this of me after you and your brethren attacked me unprovoked. What harm have I done to have the Schmidt clan invade my territory and interrupt my court?” he asked. Anne the spoke, “Answer two questions and I will bring her to you. One do you kill for sport or food? And Two what would you give to make sure she is safe?”

David thought for a moment, “I wish for nothing more that to live out my days with my mate. She was turned at her own request not mine. We kill only for food and only when we must. Many of her human family freely give to the two of us and in return we protect them. Michael is fine with our arrangement. As for what I would give…………Anything. He looked her in the eye with his last word. Anne smiled, “Would you give up you Sire to keep her safe? Would you leave your own line to insure her safety?”

David faltered for a moment. “Majesties, I am not sure I could give us my father. He is a good man. After seeing your majesties I can assure you that our master was tricked into the attack. Lemur gave us false information when he asked us for help. He painted you as a fledge making a claim that was not yours to make on land that was not yours to take. My Master has what we call a Robin Hood complex your majesties.” David said with a chuckle. He was feeling for at ease around the king and queen since they ask first and did not simple inflict pain or kill them.

Dillon chuckled at the statement and Anne waved for Baron Damon to come forward. “Lord David this is Baron Damon of The Order of Aurelius. Damon please gather the information you need to find his mate and bring her before the court.” Damon nodded to the Queen and turned to David. He took a good smell of David’s neck while the larger Vampire tried to remain still. He looked David in the eye and simply asked, “Name?” “Tamar” David whispered. Damon nodded once to the vampire before bowing to the crowns and leaving the room. A few moments later a crying Tamar was reunited with David.

After he made sure his mate was okay he tuned to the crowns, “Your majesties. What is to happen now?” Dillon looked at the two for a moment before speaking. “Marcus has been ordered into our presence and the other have been ordered to leave the US. What happens next depends on them. Should your master send for you he will be asked to come before this court where he will be judged. Should he leave with out asking of your welfare then we will deal with that bridge if we come to it. You and your mate will be made “Guest in our court. If other of your line are honest and true then they will join you as well after their questioning. Know this……we are more than what we seem and we can tell truth from lie. Later we may speak more with you about what we are and who we were but for now Baron Marcus will show you to your rooms.” With that he dismissed them.

The rest of the night went much the same. Most of the clan was sent to David to watch over. Dillon and Anne knew who belonged to what clan before they even entered the court so they took care of them one clan at a time. Finally a quiet little blond was brought in. Anne had to giggle as she saw herself in the little girl. She was defiant yet projected an innocence that could fool most. Anne took over this time, “Present yourself childe and speak on your master’s behalf of what happened here this night!” Dillon looked at her for a moment and she shrugged slightly. No one else even saw the movement. The girl before them straightened her shoulders and stuck out her chin as she glared at them for a moment. “My name is Cry’tala. I am the childe of Tyva, head of our order. Whom do I address? You are not what we were told to expect.” She said with quiet confidence.

The herald spoke up at this, “You are in the court of their majesties Queen Anne and King Dillon of the clan of Aurelius. You would do well to learn your place childe of a lesser clan. Even the Barons here of less than ten years turned hold more power than you.” She sneered. Dillon turned and knocked the woman to the floor, “You too would do well to learn you place. You speak when told. We allow more freedom than most clans but you will not presume to speak for us. Baron Richard, come get you childe. She man be a lady of this court but I will not have her speak so. Teach you childer to obey or they will not be welcome in my presence.” Dillon growled. Richard dragged Lady Tory out by the ear and ordered Lady Aren to follow.

Anne then resumed her questions, “Cry’tala please forgive Lady Tory’s outburst. Tell me what your were told of us and then we will tell you that which Marcus did not. We have already heard from Michael’s childer and know that not all the facts were presented and what were given did not hold much truth.” Cry’tala looked the two royal s over for a moment then bowed. “We were lead to believe that to humans used a spell to take over the dieing clan of Aurelius. Most of us do not hear much of what happens with the higher clans. My sire followed at Michael’s request. She trusted Michael’s judgment because she is infatuated with him. She will most likely follow again with however he decides to handle your commandments. No disrespect my Lady Queen you may call me Tala, may I ask what you are?” she said with a slight bow.

Anne smiled and said, “All you need know for now is that we are ascended beings and that Dillon is the rightful king of this line as his mate I am rightful queen.” Tala bowed again, “As you wish your majesty. What is to happen to me now?” she asked. Dillon answered saying, “You will be taken to a room where others of your clan may be joining you after they appear before us. After that it will depend on your Mistress. Princess Krista, seeing how Lady Tory and Lady Aren are busy at the moment can you please show Tala to her rooms. Thank you.” With that Tala was lead out and the rest of her clan was judged. After a long night Anne and Dillon retired for some much needed rest.

The next day they brought David and Tala before them. “Some of your people were working for Marcus. He had them infiltrate your clans to bolster support for his cause. They have been dealt with. If your masters send for you then you may want to look at cleaning you houses, there could be others. You may return to you rooms. You and your clan members with be provided with a ration of pigs blood. We will let you know when or if we hear from your masters.” Dillon told them before dismissing them.

Just as Anne hoped that night a representative of Michael and Tyva came to them requesting an audience. They were sent back with a message. Michael and Tyva were seated together patiently awaiting word when their messengers arrived. They read the notes handed to them. Michael stood and started commanding the two clans to pack and make ready to leave while one of the messengers was sent to gather enforcements to accompany them to court. The king would give them their people after an audience.

When Michael and Tyva arrived they were surprised to find so many humans among the vampires. Humans that where not pets or food. They were announced and lead into a comfortable room where Dillon and Anne awaited them. “Michael, Tyva, please be seated. Your guards can wait in the outer room with ours. Know this if any of you get a bright idea and touch any of my people or think you can go after the humans you will be dealt with severely.” Dillon commanded and after a nod from Michael the others left.

Anne and Dillon looked the two over carefully. “We have heard from others what happened but we want your account before we proceed.” Anne said calmly. Michael confirmed what the others had said and spoke of what the balance demon told them. They were more than ready to leave the country with their clans. Dillon and Anne looked at one another for a long moment not speaking aloud. Dillon turned to them, “I give you this option. I have heard that Michael encourages those who wish not to kill when they feed. If you wish to stay in the US then you must pledge yourselves to me. You will control you clans but you will bend to my rules and be governed by my people. One of my Barons will be assigned to your clan as liaison. If you do not wish this and chose to leave then you will swear and alliance with me and my clan. You will promise to let others know the folly of coming after myself, my queen, or my people. You will contact me immediately if you hear news that may affect me and mine. Those are my terms. We will leave you to think for a moment before you answer.” With that the two Royals got up and left the room.

Tyva turned to Michael, “I have lived most of my life here in the states. I do not think our clans could survive long among the higher clans in Europe. I am willing to stay and become part of this king’s kingdom. He will be a powerful ally and his ways seem just.” Michael thought for a moment. “I agree. If I did not know better I would almost call him Kindred. He seems more like them than one of the council childer. If I did not know Angelus fostered him I would believe it to be so. We are agreed then.” As if on cue Anne and Dillon returned. Michael looked at Dillon, “My king. We would like to stay if we may. we will let our clan members decide their own fates. They may stay with us or we will send them away on their own. If it pleases you majesties we would have those who stay each pledge to you so as you may judge each. We will keep your laws and enforce them. Your enemies will be our enemies.” Dillon nodded to Michael.

Anne looked at the two, “You will have one day to settle you affairs and return with those who remain faithful to your clan. We will have ceremonies then. Let it be known that Marcus of the Clan Lemur has violated our commandment, has dared to send spies into the house of other masters, and has declared war on the Royal line of Aurelius. We now call down a blood hunt. Those who come before us asking mercy shall find it. All others have until midnight to leave the US. Marcus is to be brought before this court before the next dawn. My king and I will be away until midnight. Our nobles will deal with matters until that time. All are dismissed.” With that the two again left. This mess had taken up enough of their time and they still had a wedding to plan.

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Sorry this has taken so long. Still trying to figure out where this is going, but I hope you like where it is so far.