“Buffy you home?” Spike called as he came in the front door of their home. He draped his duster over the banister as he went through to the kitchen. Once there, he proceeded to the refrigerator and opened the salad crisper drawer. Removing one of the blood bags Buffy kept there for him, he heated it for two minutes in the microwave, then drank the contents straight from the heated bag so he wouldn’t have to wash a cup. Once finished, he went in search of Buffy.

As he went upstairs to their bedroom, he called again, “Slayer! Are you home?” He knew that she was; his blood and skin were tingling with the signature of his mate’s closeness. On entering the bedroom, he found her curled up in the middle of their bed, fast asleep. She was completely naked, except for his red, silk shirt, which she had used as a nightshirt. She looked utterly beautiful. Spike didn’t want to wake her but knew that the moment he climbed into bed beside her, she would.


Spike undressed quickly, but quietly, folding his clothes as he went, and placing them on the chair beside his side of the bed. He gently climbed into bed, and like he predicted, Buffy immediately awoke from her peaceful slumber.

“Spike you’re late tonight, honey. Did everything go okay?” Buffy asked, her voice tainted with worry.

“Everything’s fine Pet, got caught up markin’ exam papers, that’s all,” Spike answered, as he bent down to claim a kiss from her upturned face.

Buffy was breathing hard when she pulled away from Spike. Her heart was racing and she found herself becoming extremely aroused.

Spike carefully smelled the air, knowing Buffy didn’t like the fact that he could tell when she needed his attentions. His cock stood to attention against his stomach as he rolled Buffy over onto her back and used his knee to gently nudge her legs apart. Moving over her, he placed his engorged cock at the entrance to her quim and used his fingers to spread some of the fluid that had collected there. Buffy softly mewed under his administrations and pushed against Spike’s hand, urging him to continue, which he did, his fingers working away, and bringing Buffy nearer to the brink of her release. When he felt her climax begin to build, he entered her quickly, but gently.

Buffy swiftly found the release she needed, and Spike followed moments later with a loud roar and her name on his lips.

“Spike, shh…” Buffy admonished, as he lay on top of her panting, even though he didn’t require the oxygen it brought to his long dead lungs. “Dawn and Willow are home tonight, don’t wake them up. I couldn’t take the ribbing we’d get if you did!” she exclaimed in a whispered tone.

“Okay kitten,” Spike replied in a voice so low that only she could hear, thanks to her advanced slayer hearing.

He rolled to her left, pulling her close so he could massage her swollen belly. “How is our miracle this evening?” he asked, kissing her.

“She’s fine,” Buffy said. “She’s been kicking all evening, waiting for her Daddy to get home from work.”

Spike laughed. “Bloody hell, Buffy, do you know how funny that sounds to me? Work and Daddy, all in the same sentence. I mean, one, I’m a vampire. I shouldn’t be able to have children and two; I’m working at the Watcher’s council as a Senior lecturer. It shouldn’t be possible, any of it.”

Buffy looked up at him with amusement. “Well *you* were the one who went and wore the amulet Angel gave me, the night before you destroyed the Hellmouth! How was I supposed to know it would enable you to impregnate me?” she countered indigently, a pout forming on her face and tears starting to well in her eyes.

Taking in her full lip, and unshed tears, Spike pulled her towards him again. “Shh… sweetheart,” he soothed, “I wasn’t tryin' to be mean or horrible about it. I’m guessin’ I’m still soddin’ amazed by it all!”

Buffy looked at her mate fondly, before leaning into his neck to nuzzle the bite mark she had left there, when they had claimed each other, after the Hellmouth had been closed for good. She took comfort in his mark as he did in her’s, when things became overbearing for both of them. Spike gently purred, basking in the feelings of love and deep feeling of belonging that came from the act.

Soon, both slayer and vampire were sleeping, spooned together in the middle of their queen sized bed.

Dawn knocked on their bedroom door. “Just a minute, Nibblet,” Spike called, grabbing the quilt and pulling it up so that he and Buffy were decent. “Okay, you can come in now!”

“Morning Spike!” she chirped, as she entered the room. She closed the door behind her with one hand, while balancing a tray full of breakfast things in the other. “Giles is downstairs, and wants to see you guys. Some boring Gile-sy thing, my guess,” she quipped, placing the tray on the dressing table.

Buffy peeked her head above the cover and looked at her sister. “What time is it?” she asked.

Spike and Dawn, both replied at the same time, “7:30 am.”

“Dawn, tell Giles to go away; it’s too early to have to see him. Spike didn’t get in from the council till two am and then we didn’t fall asleep till nearly four,” Buffy grumbled.

Nodding his agreement, Spike looked over at Dawn and said, “Tell Giles we’ll be down in twenty minutes, after I’ve given Buffy some of that breakfast you’ve brought up.”

Dawn nodded her head and left the room.

“Buffy, come on, eat some of this omelette Dawn’s made,” Spike coaxed as Buffy watched him drink the warmed blood with weetabix her sister had brought the vampire.

“No, I don’t want to. I want to stay here,” she replied petulantly, although she knew she had to leave the warmth of their bed to use the bathroom, because the baby was lying on her bladder, again.

After much coaxing and a little bribery, Spike finally got Buffy out of the bed so he could help her to the bathroom. After her shower, Buffy waddled back down the hall to their room, where Spike was laying out her clothes on the bed. She chose to wear a pair of black trousers matched with a white camisole, which she finished off with Spike’s black over-shirt.

Spike laughed as she turned around, looking for his approval on her choice of outfit. “Baby, not that I mind, but if you keep wearing all my shirts, what am I suppose to wear?”

Buffy just shrugged her shoulders and waddled over to him. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his forehead. “You know you love me,” she replied, grabbing his hand as she opened the door to go down stairs to meet Giles.

***
TBC

Chapter two


Giles was in the drawing room of the house Spike and Buffy lived. Spike’s mother had once owned it, but after her and Spike’s mysterious disappearance, the family solicitor had placed the property for sale. After many years of being in the ownership of some of the riches families, Spike had found it again in the London Evening Standard Newspaper not six months before. He immediately instructed his lawyers at Wolfram and Hart’s London branch to buy the house again in Buffy’s name. The house would be security for her and the baby should anything untoward happen to him.



Giles looked up from where he was sitting and rose to greet Buffy in a gentle embrace. Spike’s demon growled at the other man, but Buffy just giggled turned and kissed the vampire. “Jealous much?” she teased, Spike looked at her eyebrow arched.


“Well Rupert, what brings you to our door this fine morning?” Spike asked as he held Buffy in his arms cuddling her.


“Well, um the thing is, Angel phoned last night and it seems he’s coming here to witness the birth of yours and Buffy’s child.” the Watcher barely whispered, he really didn’t want to tell them he had spoken to Angel.


Spike disentangled himself from Buffy and flew across the room to where Giles was standing. “Oh no he fucking isn’t!” Spike roared at the startled watcher.


“Peaches is getting nowhere near my mate! Do you hear me, nowhere near her!” Spike shouted as he started pacing the room, growling loudly and clenching his fists.


Buffy was sobbing loudly and shaking. “Spike, please don’t let him come, please don’t let him come here, I don’t want him here.” Spike crossed the room to his mate, and took her in his embrace.


“Shh now kitten, Spike’s not going to let Peaches anywhere near you, okay?” he reassured her quietly as he picked her up in his arms. She was sobbing loudly into his neck and shoulder.


Spike looked pointedly at Giles, “Now listen to me Rupert. What did The Great Poofter have to say about coming to witness Buffy giving birth to my, not his, but my child! And that’s a living breathing child, not some-one who’s been reborn a vampire.”


Giles looked over at the blonde couple, who were now cuddling each other in a tight embrace on the sofa. “He said as head of the Aurelian house, he was using the rights to witness the birth of the new queen, as Drusilla is completely insane and could never hold the title, even though it is her birthright as his eldest living female childe.”


Spike snorted “He can go fuck himself; he’s not getting anywhere near Buffy or the baby. Did he also tell you, as his Queen she would automatically become his bride on her 18th birthday and he would turn her, did he Rupert, did he? Well he can fuck off. He’s not having her ever.”


Buffy started to cry again “Spike he can’t be mated to our baby, please tell me he can’t!” she wailed into his shoulder.


“Buffy, I’m not going to let him anywhere near you or the baby. And as for being mated to her, he can forget it. It isn’t ever going to happen, ever!”



Spike rose off the sofa with Buffy in his arms. Buffy had finally fallen asleep in his arms. He had been nuzzling and kissing her claiming mark to calm her down after all the excitement and stress the announcement of Angel’s phone called had caused her. .
“I’m going to put Buffy to bed, then we are calling the poof, do you hear me Rupert!”


Dawn was sitting on the stairs as he went to climb them. “Dawn, I need you to find the number of Buffy’s midwife and give it to me, after can you sit with Buffy a little bit, while me and Rupert try to sort out this mess. I know you have been ear-wigging again.”


Dawn found the number quickly, gave it to Spike, and then stayed with her sleeping sister, as Spike left the room to find Willow. He knocked on the door of Willow’s room, and then listened for sounds of any movement. Someone got out of the bed and crossed the room, the door opened slightly.


“Spike, what can I do for you? What’s going on?” asked a bleary eyed Willow.


“Red, could you please come down stairs and do a protections spell?” asked Spike not telling her why one was needed.


The little witch nodded her head without asking any further questions. “Just give me a few minutes to get showered and dressed.”


She knew by the way Spike was fidgeting and trying to pace on one spot that something bad was on its way and that she was needed.


Back in the drawing room Giles was on the phone to Angel’s office. “Miss Kendall, could you just put me through please! I need to talk to Wesley or Angel now!”


“I’m sorry, but Angel gave me strict instructions that he and Wesley were not to be disturbed.”


Spike angrily snatched the phone from Giles hand. Because of his vampiric hearing he had heard every word that the blond vampire said to Giles to get rid of the phone call.


“Harmony, if you don’t want me to stake you again the next time I see you, I’d put me through to Peaches office NOW!” he bellowed down the phone.



“Okay no need to shout,” she snarled back. “I’m putting you through now.”


“Hello Spike, what seems to be the matter?” Angel asked innocently. He had been standing next to Harmony desk, listening to her tell Giles he and Wesley weren’t to be disturbed, when Spike had obviously had enough of the way the watcher was handling the call and taken over.


“What seems to be the matter? The matter is you upsetting Buffy by telling Giles you’re coming to witness her giving birth to our child. You soddin’ ponce!” was Spike’s seething reply. If he could have gotten hold of the older vampire, there and then he would have torn him limb from limb.


“Oh that! Well, as she will be my queen, I have a right to witness her birth or rebirth which ever it’s going to be? I’m taking the right as your sire by default of Dru’s insanity.” He calmly replied. He knew by now that Spike was probably pacing the floor with telephone in his hand and thinking of the different ways he could torture him.


“Well, you can fuck off Peaches, she not going to be your Queen ever, I’ll kill you first.” and with that Spike slammed down the phone. He stormed across the room “Buffy’s going to have the baby before he gets here! Okay Giles, here’s the name and number of Buffy’s midwife, will you tell her she’s needed for a home birth. I’m going to help Buffy go into labour”


“Um how, I mean… how could… uhm will you going to do that Spike? Is that some vampiric ritual we didn’t hear of or...um what?”


With a smirk Spike took Buffy’s baby birthing manual off the coffee table and threw at Willow.


“Page 101 explains it all, Red. Read it. I’m not telling you,” he said as he disappeared up the stairs to help his mate to bring their child in this world.


TBC

Chapter 3



“Okay Nibblet, time to leave the room and thinking about it, get Willow to take you out for the day; don’t come back until about 6 pm.” Spike announced quietly, as he entered the bed room. He took a wad of notes off the dresser and went over to Dawn.



“But Spike, I don’t want to go out.” Dawn huffed as she rose from the chair besides her sister’s bed.” I always have to go out if you want loud obnoxious sex and don’t you even try to deny it, Mister.”



“I wasn’t going too, Nibblet. Please don’t cause a fuss and go out for the day. Here take the money and make yourself a nice day with Red. Go to the movies, eat something, play kitten-poker, but please give us some time. I need to start sorting out this bloody mess that Angel has caused.” Spike told Dawn as he bundled her out of the room. “Don’t forget to take yours key as well!”



“Alright, but I want answers when I get back later. You can’t just throw me out of the house I live in too, and don’t expect you won’t get the third degree from me when I get back. Take care of my sister.” Dawn huffed as she went down the landing towards the stairs. “Willow! Willow, you’ve got to take me out! Spike says so; he doesn’t want us listening to the sexcapes.” She yelled as she got to the top of the stairs.



As soon she had left the room, Spike locked the door, undressed and started to massage his cock.



“Buffy, Sweetheart, come on Goldilocks, wake up for your Spike.” He cajoled as he climbed into the bed beside her. Buffy rolled towards him instinctively, opening her hazel eyes to look into his azure blue ones.



“Um, what are you doing in bed naked? In fact what am I doing in bed? I don’t remember being up here? And not that I don’t like the view, but why are you lying beside me with a hard-on after everything that happened? ” Buffy was becoming slightly confused by the situation. She didn’t remember coming up to bed. Then it dawned on her that Spike must have brought her up, after she fell asleep in his arms down stairs in the drawing room. God, she’d lived with Spike too long, drawing room, he was so Victorian at times, and if they had been in America it would have been the living room.



“Well, I’m going to fix our problem.” He answered as he continued to pump his now weeping erection.



“And how are you going to do that?” Buffy asked knowingly as her eyes drifted down to look at his manhood. It was now fully erect and throbbing with his excitement, the tip glistening with his pre-cum. Buff licked her lips seductively as she was looking at the engorged cock. God, if he didn’t make love to her now she was going to explode from the anticipation.




“Well, I thought I could shag you, till you don’t know your own name and it will probably bring on your labour, so you have the baby before Peaches gets here. I hope any way.”



To Spike’s protests Buffy got out of the bed. ”Spike, let me up, I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom!”



After using the toilet, Buffy washed her self down in the shower and grabbed the towel, which hung over the rail; she wrapped it around her swollen belly, talking to the child within. “Your daddy is the most wonderful person you are ever going to know and he’s going to keep you safe from Angel forever.” She promised the unborn baby.



Going back along the hallway to her and Spike’s room, she was surprised to see him waiting at the door for her. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He placed her gently down in the middle of their huge bed and crawled onto it as well.



“Baby, I’m going to treat you so well now that you’ll never forget this day.” He murmured to her as he kissed slowly up her inner thigh to her soaking wet pussy. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over her outer lips, drinking the sweet moisture as he went. Buffy started mewling and pushing herself against his mouth. Spike kept teasing her with his tongue. Changing between tapping lightly at her clitoris and stiffly stroking his tongue up and down her slit. Using his index finger of his left hand, he circled her clitoris to bring her slowly to her first orgasm while he kept licking her.



“Spike! I need you in me. Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.” Buffy mewed pulling his hair with slayer strength as she made him come up the bed to her.



“Baby, you know this may hurt, don’t you? I need to be rougher then we have been lately.”



Buffy just nodded. “I need you Spike, I need you now, I don’t care if it hurts, and I just want you inside me.” She reiterated as she placed her small hand, around the tip of his engorged dick and guided him towards her cunt.



Moments later Spike pushed past her outer lips and into her vagina where she was tighter than normal due to the fact that the baby she carried was lying low in the womb. Buffy gasped at the sudden invasion to her body, but encouraged him to keep up the rhythm of their union.



She needed to feel him, be close to him. She had to reassure herself that everything was going to be fine. That he would take care of her and the baby. She knew he would move heaven and earth to protect them.



Spike wasn’t exactly gentle with Buffy. He was using punishing force to bring Buffy near to her orgasm, but he also knew that he had to make a small tear in the amniotic sack to bring on the labour. Nevertheless, even if he didn’t reach completion himself, he was going to see that Buffy had an orgasm.



Spike pushed hard and deeply into her and twisted his hips to hit her clitoris with every stroke.



The sounds of Buffy’s orgasm could be heard throughout the house and Spike smiled proudly to himself at the probable look on the watchers face downstairs in the drawing room. Listening very carefully he was sure he heard the watcher exclaim to himself “No wonder Spike sent Dawn out with Willow if that’s the noise she makes.”



With a smirk on his face and his slumbering mate in his arms he fell asleep.

TBC

CHAPTER 4


Angel closed his eyes and thought about his new queen. He hoped that she would grow up to look just like Buffy.

For weeks now his bed had been empty. Nina had not gotten to the complex before the last full moon to be safe while her transformation and the Werewolf-Hunter Gib Cain had shot her, killing her instantly.

Now his bed wouldn’t be empty much longer, he would take Buffy back there. Even if he had to stake his grand childe, ok not that he would have problems staking Spike. He would enjoy it. He would take what was his, and Buffy was his and so was the child she was carrying. It didn’t matter to him that Buffy was mated to Spike; she would always be his...

Wesley looked over at the vampire Angel, “Are you sure you are doing the right thing? You know how badly it went when they left to go to London. Buffy damn well threatened to stake you if you didn’t let them leave.”

“Wesley shut up. I’m going to fetch them both to come home with me. It was you, who found the clause in the Aurelian Claim codex. Without that, I would never be able to take what’s mine…so don’t even think about lecturing me now.”

Angel opened the book again to the page titled “Queens”. He reread the passage again; it was his sire’s right. He could take Spike’s mate and child because it was his right as his sire. Drusilla was as nutty as a fruit cake, so by default he was Spike’s sire.

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Buffy dozed gently next to Spike, when suddenly there was a vast gush of fluid produced from between her legs. Buffy sat up in shock. “Spike, it’s started, wake up.”

Spike woke up, felt the wetness, got off the bed and lifted her to the chair; quickly he stripped the bed and turned over the mattress. “Oh fuckin’ hell! I didn’t think it was going to start this bloody quick!” His voice a little strained because he was nervous, but didn’t want to show it to Buffy.

Trying to remain clam for Buffy’ sake he pulled on his Levi’s. He then went to the ottoman at the bottom of the bed and pulled out clean bedding. After struggling with the duvet cover and swearing a lot, he remade the bed, picked Buffy up and carried her through to the bathroom and placed her on the toilet. Next he added Buffy’s vanilla scented bath oils and ran a warm bath and helped her get in after she emptied her bladder again.

“Umm, you just relax sweetheart, I’m going to tell your watcher it’s started and see if your mid-wife’s here yet.” Spike spoke gently to his distressed mate to calm her so that he could leave her for a short time. He really didn’t want to leave her for just a few minutes, but the watcher needed to be told.

“Giles, Buffy’s labours started, her water has broken. Have you called her mid-wife yet?” Spike requested as he jumped the last flight of stairs to the bottom and then ran into the drawing room.

“Yes, I called her as soon as you gave me the number and she said she would be here by 2 pm. It’s nearly that now, so it won’t be long before she gets here. Is Buffy okay?”

The watcher was concerned for the well being of his slayer, she was the longest living slayer in the history of the council, now she was the mate of a master vampire and giving birth to their half breed child.

“Yes and no, I don’t think she thought it would happen so quickly after we had… you know?” Spike stuttered his need to get back to his mate increasing with every second wasted talking to Giles.

“Okay, you just go back to her and I’ll send the mid-wife up as soon as she gets here.” Giles sympathetically replied and with that the new father to be raced back up the stairs to be with Buffy.

On entering the bathroom Spike found Buffy crying, “Oh Goldilocks, what’s the matter baby?” Buffy was sitting in the bath clearly distressed, weeping quietly to her self and tears running down her cheeks.

She looked up at Spike, eyes circled with black rings where she was crying and looking completely terrified.

“I’m scared Spike, I thought there would be more time to get everything ready, we haven’t even finished decorating the nursery.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get the whelp to come and finish it tomorrow. I‘ll even let him bring that nerd Andrew if you want.” Spike comforted Buffy as she nodded her acceptance.

Just then, Spike heard the doorbell ring and Giles open it to the cheery elderly woman who was Buffy’s midwife.

“Kitten, your mid-wife’s here, lets get you out of this bath, shall we? I’ll help you through to our room before she comes up.” Spike whispered to her as he kissed her and carefully lifted her out of the bath. He wrapped her in a towel and dried her with loving care. He was carrying her down the hall into their room, as he heard Giles mount the stairs to show the woman where her new mother in waiting was.

Spike went over to the dresser and took out one of Buffy large over sized nightgowns, but Buffy shook her head and pouted “I want your red silk shirt again.”

Spike laughed to himself again and thought I knew I’d have no bloody shirts left as if I’m soddin’ going to wear that again after she’s had our baby in it. I’ll never wash the blood smell out of it!

There was a knock on the door and Giles announced the mid- wife had arrived. Seeing that Buffy was decently attired in front of her watcher, Spike opened the door to him and the midwife.

“How are you William?” she asked as she entered the room; she didn’t wait for an answer and went straight over to Buffy, who was now using the meditation methods Giles had taught her so many years ago as pain relief.

“Now my Quine” she asked in an Aberdonian lilt “Let’s be seeing how far along you are?”

Looking directly at Giles and Spike she ordered, “You out, I need to examine the missus to see how long we are to be at this job we have here and she doesn’t need an audience.”

Giles and Spike looked helplessly at each other then left the room, being told on the way that a nice cup of tea would go down well.

Downstairs Spike filled the kettle, went to the refrigerator took out a bag of O neg and warmed it in the microwave. Giles took the cups and saucers from the drainer and then prepared the teapot, warming it first.

“Do you think she is going to want biscuits?” Spike asked, as he poured his dinner into the novelty cup Buffy had found him on one of her many shopping trips; it had a picture of a cartoon vampire on it.

Giles looked over to him as he finished making the tea, “I don’t know? We’ll take some up anyway, shall we?”

Spike nodded his head in compliance, went over to the biscuit barrel and laid a selection of biscuits upon a plate.

“Where’s the tea tray?” Giles requested and Spike pulled open the cupboard under the sink and gave the watcher a large oval tray. Their task complete, Spike fed and their nerves clamed a bit they went back up to the bedroom.

Spike tenderly knocked at the door, which was opened the next second by Buffy’s midwife.

“Ah, there you are William; I was just coming to look for you. It seems we won’t be all that long, Buffy’s almost ready, 9 cm dilated already.” She enthused as she took a cup, and filled it with the tea they had brought up.

“Spike, I need you!” Buffy called from their bed, where she was propped up against the pillows.

Spike immediately crossed the room to the bed and kneeled besides it. After taking Buffy’s hand in his own, he kissed it gently. “I’m here baby, Shh now.” He saw that Buffy was perspiring profusely so he took a damp flannel from the side and washed down her brow.

“Spike it hurts!” she cried as another wave of pain coursed through her body. “Beatrice, I need something for the pain!” she was soon screaming as the contractions ripped through her small compact frame.

Spike growled as the midwife approached the bed, his need to protect his distressed mate overwhelming. The midwife slipped into game face and growled back “Hush now William, if you can’t control your self you will have to leave!”

Giles stood staring at the scene before him, two vampires tending to his slayer, bringing the child she should never have had into the world.

“Spike, perhaps we should go outside for a bit. I’m sure you are in need of a cigarette.” he coaxed the worried vampire.

Snarling Spike replied, “I’m not going anywhere Rupert, but you can go now! Get out. You’re not seeing Buffy naked!”

Complying with Spike’s demon’s wishes Giles left the room. He didn’t need to be dealing with an enraged vampire at just this moment in time.


Dawn burst through the front door at 6 pm on the dot with a flustered Willow in tow.

“Where is Buffy?” she asked after she had looked around the room and her sister wasn’t any where in sight.

Over the sounds of Buffy’s screams Giles tried to calm the younger Summer’s girl,” At this time, as you can hear, Buffy is giving birth to your niece. Spike is with her and I’m sure if they need us, we will be summoned.”

“But I want to be with her. I need to be with her!” Dawn almost cried her lip in a pout almost identical to Buffy’s when she was sulking.

It was then that Willow spoke as she cuddled the upset teenager “Shh now sweetie, there is nothing you can do, Spike’s with her and so is her midwife. Isn’t she Giles?”

“Yes, that’s right, the midwife is there also. Talking of which Willow, did you know the midwife Buffy and Spike had engaged was a vampire? And if you did, why wasn’t I told? I am head of the watchers council now! It’s imperative that I know these things!”

Willow stood thinking; I need the ground to open and swallow me now. I don’t want to answer this. Please ground open for me. But she knew there wasn’t a getting out of it by the look Giles was giving her so she stuttered her reply, “Umm kindda yeah, Spike’s known her for about a hundred years or so.”

“Oh, okay. Spike and I will be having words about this later.” Giles said nodding his head at the worried red headed witch. He didn’t want to upset her either; she had just gotten her magic under control again after her relapse, when Kennedy left her for one of the new female watchers.

Another scream pierced the air...

TBC…

Chapter 5

Spike wiped the moisture from Buffy brow as she pushed down under Beatrice’s instruction. “That’s right, as hard you can Quine, I can see the head, come on a few more strong pushes and we’ll be there.”

“Spike, if you ever come near me again, I’m going to stake you good and proper!” Buffy seethed at the worried vampire.

Beatrice laughed, “They all say that William, it’s the pain, she’ll forget all about it when it’s over. Come on now Buffy, one last push!” Beatrice encouraged.

Spike went to hold Buffy’s hand but she pushed him away “Fuck off Spike, leave me alone!” she screamed.

The vampire looked gutted, but as Buffy pushed again the sounds of a crying baby filled the room.

Spike scrabbled to the foot of the bed, his daughter’s head was out and Buffy was resting and waiting for the next contraction, which would finish the hardest part of the delivery. “Buffy, I can see her head,” he cried and laughed at the same time. The contraction Buffy was waiting for came and she finished pushing their child in the world.

The midwife lifted her up and placed her on Buffy’s tummy, turned to Spike and asked “How are we cutting the cord with scissors, or are you going to use your fangs?”

Buffy looked to Spike and softly spoke with a smile on her face “You can use your fangs if you want, honey.”

Spike leaned down to the cord between the baby and Buffy, changed to game face and bit through the cord then licked clean the blood that ran down his chin.

In the drawing room, Buffy’s screams could be heard clearly. Then they suddenly stopped to be replaced with that of a crying baby. Dawn jumped from the chair in which she had been sitting and went to go to the stairs, but Giles stopped her “Dawn, wait until Spike comes for us, please?”


About 15 minutes later Dawn was doing her best Spike impression and was pacing the floor while Giles drank a glass of Spike’s best whiskey. Willow was making a fresh pot of tea, and she had a cup of blood ready for both Beatrice and Spike. Spike came down the stairs, without anyone knowing, he looked into the drawing room and then the kitchen, and going back to the drawing room he spoke quietly “Nibblet, do you want to see your niece?”

Dawn squealed in delight “Yes, please Spike.”

Willow poked her head around the doorway “Are you ready for the tea things now Spike?” “Yeah, we are, I’m sure even Buffy would like one and she doesn’t even drink tea.

“Nibblet slow down and stop that jumping.” he admonished the younger Summer’s girl as she pulled at his arm to get him to go back up the stairs.

Just 5 minutes later Dawn and Spike entered the bedroom, Buffy was propped up against a pile of pillows with the new baby at her breast-feeding. “Spike, have you told Dawn the baby’s named yet?” she inquired of the vampire, who was looking on in adoration.

“No, I thought we hadn’t decided yet! Have we!” He question puzzled look on his face and his scared eyebrow raised.

Buffy beckoned him over to the bed, and then pulled him closer to her, so she could whisper in his ear. Nodding Spike rose away from the bed again. Giles and Willow knocked at the bedroom door, and Beatrice let them come into the room, Giles was once again carrying the large tea tray laden with tea and biscuits, placing it on the dresser, he proceeded to pour the beverage for the small group who now filled the room.

“Okay” Buffy announced, “We have come to a joint agreement on a name, and Spike’s going to tell you. Aren’t you honey?”

Spike looked at Buffy nodded and cleared his throat. He looked at Willow before looking back at Buffy “Um, we decide to name her after the three most important women we were fortunate to ever know. Our beautiful daughter is going to be blessed with the name Tara Anne Joyce.”

Willow started to cry and Dawn just stood opened mouthed at the announcement of the new baby’s name, “Buffy, Spike I do believe that is the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard.” Giles proclaimed as he hugged the now tired slayer.

“Tara would have been so delighted to have a child named after her.” Willow sobbed as she kissed Spike on the forehead.

Finally Dawn spoke “You gave her Tara’s and mommy’s name, but who was Anne?” she asked puzzled.

“Nibblet, my mum was called Anne and all she ever wanted for me was to marry and have children.” Spike said to the confused teenager.

“Oh, okay.” Dawn said looking at her new niece with loved and adoration. Oh if she had her way this child was going to get every thing she ever asked for even if Buffy and Spike said no, she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Beatrice clapped her hands for attention and everyone looked at her. ”Right, Buffy has worked hard and now needs her rest, so unless you happen to be mated to her, please leave the room so she can sleep now.

Filing pass the female vampire who now seemed to be in complete charge of the slayer welfare, the others said their goodnights and went back down to the drawing room.

Giles poured himself another glass of Spike’s whiskey then he moved to the fireplace to look up at the portrait that hung there. The picture was one of a young woman in an early Victorian dress, her eyes where of the same shade of blue as Spike’s and her hair a light brown and curly. Her features were delicate and not unlike that of the vampire who was her son or the new born child that now lay in the arms of her mother up stairs. “I guess, after over 100 hundred years you’ve got now what you wished for him.”

There was a knock at the door and Dawn went to open it.

TBC…..

Chapter six.

Angel stood looking at the town house he hadn’t seen in over a hundred years. He shook his head and laughed to himself and thought “My dear William you always where drawn to the material things in life”. Angel made his way up the steps to the large ornate door and used the knocker to knock upon it.

Seconds later, it was opened by Buffy’s younger sister Dawn. “Giles he’s here!” She shouted back into the house. Staring at Angel she said, “You are not getting an invite to this house, from anyone in here!”

Angel looked at the girl and smirked, “I don’t need an invite!” Just then Wesley and Gunn emerged from behind him, “Go in there now and get Buffy and my queen.”

Wesley and Gunn pushed Dawn out of the way and started towards the stairs.

Dawn shouted at the top of her lungs “Giles help, Spike HELP, their in the house HELP!”

Giles ran through from the drawing room with his favourite weapon, a loaded crossbow, in his hands. “Angel, I would advise you to turn and leave now with you hired thugs, you will not be taking Buffy and Spike’s child as your queen now or ever.”

Wesley and Gunn stared at the crossbow and halted their ascension toward the stairs and looked back to Angel for further instructions, but before Angel could say a word, Spike charged down the stairs in full game face growling loudly at his grand sire, “Get the fuck away from here you fucking wanker, you’re not having her so sod off, she’s mine and Buffy’s, you hear, MINE and BUFFY’S, not yours.” Spike’s whole body was shaking from tension and he was ready to defend his mate and child.

Angel cocked his head to the distant sounds of the newborn crying. “She’s here already, what did you do William, screw Buffy into labour or just have her cut out.” He looked at Spike with anger and disgust, “You know Buffy will never be completely yours, part of her will always love me. As always William you are only second best to me and get my leftovers.”

Spike was completely enraged and flew across the space separating him and Angel. He landed a punch to the older vampire’s jaw before Angel knew what had hit him and he tumbled down the steps on the pavement.


Spike flew down steps and stood threatening over his Grand-sire.

“I told you, you’re not having my child now or ever! You want a queen for the Aurelian house? Fuckin’ turn one yourself, you ponce!”

Angel came back with a punch to Spike’s stomach, “I will take her as my bride and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I will be taking her and Buffy back to LA with me, as she is going to have to be trained properly, if she is to services me as well as Drusilla does.”

Wesley and Gunn started to get down the stairs to aid their boss, but Giles moved in the way and pointed his crossbow at them.

“Believe me Wes; you don’t want to get caught in a fight between two master vampires.”

Giles looked at the fighting vampires and shouted “Enough!” over the noise that they were making as they continued to fight on the pavement in front of the house.

“If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to get one of the other slayers to come and stake you both.”

Both of the vampires stopped at the threatened staking the watcher had issued. Spike spoke quietly “Rupert if you have me staked, I don’t think Buffy would ever forgive you.”

While they had all been engaged in the fighting with Angel’s arrival none of them had noticed that Buffy was now standing at the top of the stairs with the baby in her arms. “Angel, if you don’t leave this house now, I will stake you.” she said without any emotion in her voice.

Tara cried and the slayer cuddled the newborn closer to her breast. Beatrice stood behind the slayer in full game face. She moved passed the tired slayer. She beckoned Spike towards her and told him to put Buffy back to bed, because she shouldn’t be up yet. Spike nodded his compliances.

Once Spike had led Buffy back to their room, Beatrice went down the rest of the stairs, looking Angel directly in the eyes she spoke, “Angelus, I thought you were dead, I’ve not seen you since the Boxer rebellion. Darla said you’d been cursed with a stinking soul.”

Suddenly Angel realized who the vampire before him was, William’s child hood nannie. She had been turned to help them look after the ailing Drusilla. She was in fact Spike’s first and only childe because Drusilla always dusted any other he turned except for the minions, who she let him sire in the hundreds.

Somehow Beatrice had left their small group after the Boxer rebellion, but Angel had never really known why or asked if the truth be told. Even though she was over a hundred years younger than him, she held an air of authority that even he would not disrespect. She was Spike’s childe therefore his great grand childe but he could not, would not, ignore any instruction she gave him.

“Angelus, I think it would be better if you left for this evening and return tomorrow after William and Buffy have rested. I believe that you have caused them enough distress this evening.”

Walking to his limousine Angel turned and looked at the vampire, “I will be back tomorrow at sun down to collect my Queen. Tell Buffy to be ready to leave when I arrive. Gunn, Wes, get in the car. To the Savoy hotel” he instructed the driver as he got in the motor vehicle.

Spike watched from the window of the bedroom as Angel got in the limousine and was driven away. He had heard quite clearly the exchange of words between his grand sire and childe and thought to himself, “You are not taking my mate and child anywhere you fuckin’ soddin’ wanker. I’d stake myself first before I let you lay one finger on either of them.”

Buffy lay on the bed watching her mate as he looked out the window and she knew he had been listening to the conversation downstairs, even though he hadn’t said anything to her.

Spike went over to the dresser and picked up his Zippo lighter and cigarettes, “I’m just going to have a quick fag sweetheart, before I come to bed, okay?” he said and left the room. Buffy knew that if he didn’t smoke and maybe consume some alcohol he would end up smashing something, as the tension in the air was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife.

She remembered all the times he had lost his temper, like after his attempted rape of her. Clem said that he had thrown a full bottle of vodka at the wall and crushed the glass in his bare hands cutting them deeply, another time he had come to her home to kill her with a loaded shotgun but had sat down and comforted her instead when he heard her mother was ill.

Buffy needed Spike to be strong now and if he needed his nicotine and alcohol fix she would let him have them without any resentment on her behalf.

Tara was sleeping soundly in her mother arms when Beatrice came back into the room carrying a Moses crib. “Right young lady, that bairn needs to be put to her own bed and you need to rest as well, where’s William? I told him to come up with you.” Beatrice said as she came to take the infant from Buffy arms.

“He went out to the garden to smoke.” Buffy answered her midwife shyly as she handed over Tara. Swaddling the newborn in a large white shawl Beatrice placed Tara in the Moses crib at the foot of the bed. Buffy crawled down the bed to look at the tiny child, still not quite believing she would be part of her and Spike’s lives forever. ”Beatrice, why do you call Spike William?” she asked hesitantly, because it was all she had ever heard the midwife call Spike.

“My child William is my sire, but before he was ever your Spike he was William, first born to Mr. Albert Pratt and his wife Mrs Anne Pratt, I was appointed his nannie, so for 12 years before he was sent to boarding school he was Master William Arthur Pratt my charge. So he will always be William to me and as his nannie he shows me the respect he was taught before his siring.”

Beatrice was so engrossed in her explanation that she never heard Spike come back into the room. He listened to her tell the details to Buffy with a little sadness in his dead heart. Thoughts of his mother flooded his mind, how she had grieved at the loss of his younger sister when she died from the consumption, then his father the following autumn. Then she had fallen ill herself. Dr Gull had given her only 6 months to live just before the night he had been turned himself.

Buffy felt the waves of emotion emanating off her mate, looking over she beckoned him to her. “Shh sweetheart, it’s going to be okay…” she cooed as he lay his head on her lap and let her play with his hair, curling it around her fingers so it fell back into it’s natural state of soft wavy curls.

Moving back up the bed and pulling her mate with her Buffy snuggled her self under the bed cloths. Beatrice looked at the couple “William, you both look exhausted. I think it would be best if you both got ready for bed and sleep for a while, don’t you?

Spike nodded to his childe excepting her advice without question “Buffy, is it okay if I cuddle with you, or are you too sore kitten?”

“It’s okay Spike, come on get undressed and come back here.” She replied holding the cover back. Spike did as he was asked, then climb into the bed besides her wrapping his arms around Buffy’s waist he snuggled into her and started to purr. He had the two most precious things in the world here with him and they both belonged to him, his mate and their child. That was everything he needed.

Soon both Buffy and Spike were sleeping. Beatrice looked in the crib at the sleeping infant and whispered, “You my child have been given the best parents you could ever wish for.” Leaving the room quietly she looked back at the sleeping couple, switched off the light and closed the door…

TBC...

Chapter seven

Beatrice descended the stairs from where she had left the sleeping couple and went to the drawing room in search of Giles.

“Mr. Giles do you think you could telephone the council and find out if they know where Drusilla is. I need to try and contact her as quickly as possible. I think it’s important that she comes to help William with his grand-sire. She may know what it is that the codex says exactly. I know Darla insisted that she learn The Aurelian law when she was under her tutelage, because Angelus never bothered about any laws and she wanted someone to learn and remember the traditions of the Clan. If not, I’m going to have to try and send her a distress call through my bond and hope Angel doesn’t feel it too. I know that’s why William hasn’t tried it yet.”

“Of course, I never gave it much thought that she might be needed. As far as I know she was last seen in China again, before that she was in Los Angeles.”

Giles was aware that the Aurelian clan had very strong family ties, but not as much that they could call on one and the other for help and that was exactly what Beatrice intended to do. He hadn’t even known she existed until earlier this evening, when Willow told her about her connection to Spike while they waited for Buffy to deliver the baby. She wasn’t mentioned in any of the watchers diaries.

Giles was perplexed how it could be that Beatrice had simply slipped
Through the council net no one had ever even heard of her but Spike thought highly enough of her, to have her supervises this birth of his child, to listen to her commands of him also. No Giles was going to find out everything he could about this member of the Aurelian clan before the drama which was playing out before him got any worse.

Going over to the telephone Giles dialled the number to the watcher council. “Put me though to Andrew and Xanders office please Eve.” he asked the brilliant new assistant from Germany she had recently moved to improve here English skills and to be nearer to a friend. Giles found her pleasant to work with and very industrious about her work.

“I’m connecting you now Mr Giles” came Eve’s cheerful voice.

“Andrew speaking how may I help you? Mr Giles is any thing wrong with Buffy and Spike?” Andrew was worried about the slayer he had a great fondness for Spike too since they had been to the monastery to find out about Caleb
and the first.

“Andrew stop rambling I need you to find out where in the world Spike sire is! I know she was last sighted in China but I don’t know where she is now its imperative that we find her Spike and Buffy’s new born child’s life depends on her getting here.”

“You are joking right you need to find Drusilla; what has she got to do with the baby and talking of which is she as lovely as we imagined she’d be? Xander says we have to wait here until Spike says we can come or he’ll eat us both but he wouldn’t do that would he not now.”

“Andrew now I need the information now if you please!” Giles was becoming irate with the young watcher he didn’t need. “And Andrew contact Faith too, tell her to get the first plane from clevedon to London.”

Turning from replacing the receiver back in it cradle Giles looked to the elderly looking vampire who it seem was much younger than it seem to be.” I’ve asked Andrew to find Drusilla if any one can find he will.”

“Thank you Mr Giles if you’ll excuse me William said there was a room I might use in the attic; he has had the windows blackout there apparently. I can feel the dawn approaching I need to sleep I never could get the hang of being awake during the daylight not like William and the others could, it one of the reasons I left the clan for my own protection Angelus would have staked me if he had of had the chance but my William always soon up of me taking my punishments too”

“Excuse me Spike took your punishments too? Why?” Giles was even more intrigued He never seen Spike show affection for anyone only Buffy and he never seemed the type to stand up of another vampire. He had even left Drusilla to fend for herself in Mexico to come back to Buffy.

“It is a long story Mr Giles one that my sire should tell not me as I would over step my position if I was to tell how I came to be just know this William is my sire and I would die before I let any thing happen to him Buffy or their child. And now I really must go to bed it’s a long climb to the top of the house from here. Goodnight Mr Giles.”

Watching her leave the room Giles felt he need to call Willow she was sleeping on the floor above he needed to make sure that the house was completely vampire proof except those that were safely inside the house. He climbed the stairs to be confronted by a dishevelled looking Spike “Spike Beatrice said you and Buffy were sleeping?”

“And I was but it seems mine and Buffy’s new daughter had different ideas about that I’m going to fetch Buffy some toast why she feeds Tara. Why are you coming up stair anyway? You normally sleep in the basement rooms I heard Beatrice climbing up to the attic perhaps I should have prepared a room on a lower floor for her but she always had her room in the attic when she was my nannie.”

“Stop right there Spike and repeat that bit Beatrice was your nannie? How the hell did you become her sire then?” Slowly bits of information were slowly being dropped into place Spike had turned his childhood nannie but why?

“I turned her to help look after Dru you pillock Angelus was bored with her and left me to see to her but the bloody hell did I know about looking after a female doing her make up and her so I knew my old nannie knew how to look after girls as well as boys I mean she looked after my sister before she died of the consumption so I turned her stopped Drusilla staking her by making sure she gave her miss bloody Edith a there you go I’ve got a childe and Drusilla got a bloody nurse to care for her and feed her too! That answer your bloody questions Rupert!”

“Just one more thing what did Beatrice mean when she said you took her punishments from Angelus?”

“Angelus was a bastard to us younger clan members as the youngest she couldn’t do anything right for him if he heard dru crying at all he blamed Beatrice and would go to whip her but I use to say it was my fault and so he use to beat me instead okay. Now I’m going to get my mate her toast if you don’t mine or she’ll bloody stake me you know how quick she gets pissed off.”

Giles watched as Spike continued down the stairs to bring Buffy her meal…

TBC...

CHAPTER EIGHT

Angel was a little more than pissed when he and the others arrived back at the hotel.

“Gunn, Wesley, I’m going up to my rooms. I want you to bring me up something fresh and young to eat. Try Kings Cross station, you should find something younger and not too well used down there; if not in Soho should be something good too. Make sure the girl hasn’t got a pimp though. I don’t want the peeler’s poking their noses around or the watcher council.”

Wesley nodded his compliance but Gunn wasn’t so sure. “Um boss? Are you sure? I mean, kidnapping the Slayer and her child is one thing, but picking up prostitutes for you to feed off is way out of line.”

Pulling Gunn by the lapels into the lift with him Angel changed to game face. “You’ll do as I say or else…. Do you hear me? Go get my dinner! I’m hungry.”

Letting go of the startled man Angel shoved him toward Wesley again. “Go now, you have 1 hour! Or I’ll have to eat what I brought with me, and that would include you. I would hurry if I was in your shoes”

Scrambling back to his feet Gunn watched the sneering face of Angel disappear behind the lift doors. “Come English, let’s go and get the boss his dinner.”

Gunn had not seen Angel this angry in ages, in fact not since he had helped Conner kill Jasmine and Cordelia had fallen into the coma.

No, it had been quiet a while since Angel had shown any emotions about anything. He hadn’t even shown any emotions when Buffy had threatened to stake him in LA, when the reunited couple had left in the first place to make their own life in London and Buffy had chosen his grand-childe over him. He had tried to stop them but failed.

In the lift Angel paced back and forth waiting for it to reach the penthouse on the top floor. Under his breath he cursed his ill mannered grand-childe, swearing to himself that he would take a new queen no matter what. “I’ll kill William the bloody, I’ll tear limb from bloody limb from his I undead body and then stake him when his torso is everything that is left and he begs me to end his miserable life. I should have fuckin’ staked that bastard year’s ago. That would of taught him to disobey a direct order from his sire“


Back at the town house the telephone rang and a sleepy Dawn answered it.

“Hello? Dawn speaking, who is this so early in the morning and who do you want to speak to? “

Waiting for the caller to speak, Dawn yawned loudly in the mouthpiece of the phone. Baby Tara had been crying for two hours non stop and listening from her bed it seemed no amount of nursing from Spike and Buffy was going to pacify her.

“Hi Dawn, it’s me, Andrew. What do you mean early in the morning? It’s almost 8 am. What is that noise in the background? It’s almost bursting my watchery eardrums. And speaking of watchers is Mr. Giles around?”

“Oh, Andrew, sorry about the morning-grumpiness, but THAT noise is my niece. She’s been screaming like that for hours. I’ll just get Giles. Are you coming over later with Xander?”

“Yes, we planed to after we finished up the paperwork, got the rest of the calls from our informants we are waiting for and if Mr. Giles doesn’t have any other orders for us. We can’t wait to see the love-child of the mighty Slayer and her returned form the dead vampire. It’s so amazing. Legends and stories will be told about her and…” Andrew went from earnest watcher to storyteller of “The Slayer of vampires“in the blink of an eye.

Rolling her eyes Dawn took a deep breath and tried to interrupt him.

“Okay, okay Andrew please stop. I’ll see you then and I’ll get Giles now.” Placing the telephone on hold Dawn ran down the stairs to the basement, knocking on the first door she came to.

“Giles! Andrew’s on the phone for you!” she yelled loudly through the door.

Opening the door a dishevelled looking Giles took the receiver. He too could hear the cries of Tara, combined with the excitement of the events of the evening and the research he did when he went to his room, he just felt exhausted when Dawn woke him up after a pitiful nap of 30 minutes.

“Thank you, Dawn. Could you please put on the kettle so I could make my self some Earl Grey when I’m done with this call?”

Bouncing back up the stairs Dawn shouted back “Yeah okay, take your time. I’ll prepare what you need for the tea.”

“Andrew, did you find her? Have you found Spike’s sire? We must contact her.”

Giles wanted to get Drusilla to London as quickly as possible, if that meant sending the council’s private jet with Spike or Beatrice in it to get her to come, he would.

“Yes, Mr. Giles, the new watcher in Rome says he saw her in the company of the Immortal last evening. I believe that she has a new lair in the hills just outside of the city limits. Do you wish for us to bring her in? She should be easy to capture as it is daylight now?”

“Yes, send a capture team in but don’t harm her in any way. Make sure she is fed. I don’t need Spike any more upset as he already is. He and Buffy have been awake most of the night with the new baby.”

“Okay Mr Giles. I’ll get right on to it. I’ll go myself and ask Xander to come too. I heard once that Drusilla got a liking for him. I’m sure we can have her back in London by this evening if you wish?”

“Yes Andrew that would be most agreeable under these circumstances. I think her presence is needed more than both, Beatrice and Spike, realise at the moment. Goodbye Andrew, please don’t distress her and cause her to send out distress calls to Angel, Spike or anyone else, who we don’t seem to know about. I’ll see you this evening, bring her straight to me.”

“Ok Mr. Giles, we’ll see you this evening with Drusilla in tow.”

With a weary sigh Giles hung up the phone and made his way up to the kitchen. He sent a little prayer to the powers that be that Drusilla would be found and willing to help her childe against her own “Daddy”.

Tbc…

Chapter nine

Xander was exhausted. He and Andrew had spent the last two hours on a jet, then chasing Drusilla through the sewers of Rome and now they had her finally nicely cornered in a dead end in the sewers leading to her lair.

“Drusilla, Spike needs your help and we aren’t going to hurt you, alright? If you come with us now, you will see him very soon. He’s got something very special to show you …”

“No! The pixies say you are telling lies, bad boys trying to take me and Miss Edith, no, no….. If my dark prince would need his mummy, he’d call to her … no dark prince calling, no daddy calling, just sweet baby pixie, baby pixie crying and crying…, you are bad, bad puppies, I’ll have to punish you…”

Drusilla hissed at the two watchers, lashing out with her talon like fingernails with Miss Edith tucked tightly under her arm. She gave Xander no choice as to aim the tranquilizer gun he had with him at the angry vamp and just when she was about to jump at Andrew, Xander hit her with a dart in the shoulder and one to her side. With a last mewl she sacked unconscious down to the floor.

“Get her up and into the coffin Andrew. Don’t forget the doll if that’s not with her, Spike’s going to kill us when she has a freak out over that stupid doll.”

“Ew, I don’t think so. Look what she’s fallen in, it’s disgusting and my shoes are already ruined. Do you even know how much they cost me? Maybe you’re not worried about being covered in the waste of the Roman Empire, but I am.”

“ANDREW, Giles needs her back today, remember? And if she not we’re in big big trouble, so I don’t care what happened to your shoes or if you paid 10 pounds or 300, so get over it. Plus I’m supposed to finish the nursery when we get back. Come on, I’ll help you, lift her head will ya. God, she’s heavier than she looks.”

“Perhaps it’s because she’s actually dead. You know dead weight…” Andrew grinned at him sheepishly as he tried to explain it to the now fed up Xander, but it only earned him an eye roll.

“I don’t really care, okay? Do up the lid so we can lay her safely in the coffin and get out of here to get back to the jet.”

With that, Xander started to lift his end of their cargo and they walked back the same way they had come through the miles of dank and dark tunnels back to the van.

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At 5:27 pm as the sun was setting, Spike came out of his and Buffy’s bedroom, the sounds of their newborn still ringing in his ears. Tara had been crying for hours and nothing he or Buffy had done could pacify the crying infant. She had been changed, fed, cuddled and still she cried, Buffy was disturbed at what could be wrong with their child and all Spike wanted to do was escape the constant noise.

He had to have some nicotine now, before his newborn daughter drove him completely round the bend. Plus in the back of his mind he could feel Drusilla drawing and calling him on a family bond. Well, he didn’t have time to be dealing with Dru as well as Angel. She would just have to cope on her own or call to her daddy, instead of her Dark Prince. Nope, Spike was determined that Buffy and Tara always came before the stupid family he had been sired into.

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On a jet over the English Channel Andrew called the council headquarters.

“Eve, it’s me Andrew here. Can you please meet us at the Summer’s residence in about 60 minutes? We are about to land at the airport. Oh and Eve, could you pick up some fresh blood for Spike and flowers for Buffy too?”

“Yes, of course Mr. Andrew. Am I to take it that you have Spike’s sire in custody? Should I inform Mr. Giles of your intend arrival time?”

“Yes, would you be so kind and tell him. Xander says to get some doughnuts too. We haven’t eaten all day; she sort of gave us the run around the Roman sewer system. I thought she would be asleep, Spike usual does during the day. Strange, really, she was talking about baby pixies crying and calling to her just before Xander hit her with the tranquilizer darts. Okay, I must go the seat belt sign just came on. Bye Eve.”

“So… is Eve going to meet us there then Andrew?” Xander thoughts of the new assistant were verging on the pornographic side. He wanted to ask her for a date but had yet to do so. He thought it would upset the others to think, that he could so quick and easily forget Anya and move on to new pastures.

“Yes, she should be there as we arrive with our guest. Did you ask her for a date yet?” Andrew knew his friend had developed a crush on the new young German assistant, but then if he wasn’t dating Mathew he would ask her himself.


Spike sat on the back step to the house smoking his fourth cigarette as Beatrice came out to see where he was.

“William, why is Buffy tending to Tara by herself and you’re out here smoking for the whole of England?”

“Because Beatrice, my daughter has had us up since before dawn this morning with her constant crying, that neither me nor Buffy seem to be able to stop. She just keeps crying. Dawn’s tried to calm her as well as Giles and Willow and now I’m at my wits end and my mate sent me out for a break. When I’m finished with this fag I’ll go back inside, make Buffy something to eat and then I’ll go and help her again with our very loud daughter, who I can assure you, has a fit pair of lungs.”

“Ok, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hassle you, and... um one minute of your time if you please Sire. I feel Drusilla in distress and calling to me is she calling you too?”

“Yeah she is, but I don’t have time for bloody Dru right now. She’ll have to deal with whatever is upsetting her by herself. ”

Getting up from his seat, Spike stubbed out his fag on the doorpost and flicked the stub into the rose bushes by the door, he then vanished inside and Beatrice could hear him rummaging through the cupboards to find a snack for Buffy and talking to Willow. He asked her if she could order pizza for all of them and that she shouldn’t forget to order the garlic bread this time.

After she had heard Spike leave the kitchen Beatrice went in the kitchen herself.

“Mr. Giles, I take it from the distress calls Drusilla is sending that you have her in custody and from the strength of the calls already on route here. It’s a good job my sire is preoccupied with Tara and Buffy, as he could be quiet upset by the thoughts of her arrival otherwise.”

“Yes, we have her and Andrew and Xander should be here shortly. I was hoping for your help with controlling her, plus we need to get Buffy to invite her in when they arrive.”

Giles heard Dawn answer the front door and welcome someone cheerily and then his name being yelled.

“Giles, Eve’s here and she says that Xander and Andrew should be here in a minute.”

“Yes, okay Dawn.” Giles answered as he walked through from the kitchen with Beatrice following him, “Eve, hello my dear. Are you well this evening?”

Giles greeted the assistant and shaking her unladden hand in the process. “Have you spoken to Andrew recently?” he continued to question her as he helped her with the flowers and the cool bag that she carried in her other arm.

“Yes Mr. Giles, Xander and Andrew should be here in no more than another ten minutes.” Leaning forward towards the watcher she lowered her voice, “They have Miss Drusilla with them, contained within a coffin for their and her safety.”

“Oh my goodness! Spike’s not going to like that!”

“What am I not going to like? “ Spike asked as he came down the stairs with a still crying Tara on his shoulder.

“Eve, have you meet my new daughter?” He proudly asked the watchers’ assistant. “Dawn, can you go and please help Buffy? She getting bathed and changed.”

Without waiting for a reply from either Eve or Dawn he turned back to Giles.

“So Rupert, I’ll ask again, what am I not going to like?”

“Well, you see…uhm… It would seem that we have Drusilla in custody and she is in transit to here.” Giles knew what Spikes reaction was going to be and wasn’t disappointed one bit.

“Are you fucking mad? You had Drusilla caught and brought here with all the trouble we got with soddin’ peaches? Are you out of your tiny mind Rupert? I don’t fuckin’ believe you, how could you be so stupid? No wonder she been calling to everyone most of the day. You idiot, you know if she’s called me and Beatrice, she’s called her daddy too, don’t you, you prat!”

“Um yes, I … I thought she might well do.” Giles tried to pacify the now raging vampire who still held his child close to his shoulder as he paced the floor. ”Why don’t you let Eve take Tara for a bit and why don’t you just think things through for a moment, ok?”

But the moment was lost as soon as Eve had Tara in her arms and the door bell rang for a second time that night…

TBC



A/N ps ....Yes Eve is named after my wonderful beta if you all wondering

Chapter ten

Everyone looked at the door as once again someone rang the bell.

“Is anyone going to answer that or are we just standing around in a circle waiting for it to open bit itself?” Buffy asked as she came down the stairs freshly bathed and dressed in a skirt and another one of Spike’s shirts.

“Um, I was just going to kitten. “

Spike knew that his sire was on the other side of the door. How could Giles and his childe be so stupid to bring her here? Oh no, Spike didn’t want to open the door, but if he didn’t, Buffy would. Stepping towards it, he pulled the catch down and swung the large wooden door open.

Andrew and Xander had waited patiently for the door to be opened; they already had the hunch, that nobody was eager to open the door for them because of their cargo. Behind them on the road stood a black hearse with a coffin on show in which Drusilla was safely contained. The undertaker had no knowledge that his cargo was a drugged vampire. The only information he got was that he should deliver to the address in which he now stood parked in front of.

“Spike, the undertaker has your mother’s body, where would you like him to put the coffin?” Xander asked loud enough for the man to hear the conversation between him and Spike.

“I don’t know Xander. I’ll ask Buffy ok? That’s quite the surprise for us, that the body is here so quick.”

Spike was so angry, that his eyes changed from blue to yellow and back again and he had trouble keeping his face from changing to game face. He stood clenching his fists, which itched to get a hold on Xander and Andrew to rip off their heads.

“Buffy, sweetheart, my mother is here now. Where would we like the undertaker to put the coffin?”

Spike hoped that Buffy would realize that he meant Drusilla and that she would also need an invitation to be brought into the house whether she was contained or not. It had to be Buffy that gave the invite because no one else could do it since Willow’s spell to ward the house.

Looking completely shocked Buffy stepped forwards towards her mate and whispered in his ear, “Do you mean Dru’s here baby?” Spike just nodded his response and Buffy continued to whisper to him, “Do you want her to be able to come in here honey?” as she whispered calmly in his ear she started to caress Spike’s mating mark with her fingers. He was so tense and distressed now it was making her feel ill. Spike nodded once more and Buffy pulled his head down closer and deeply kissed the wound up vampire. Pulling away to catch her breath, Buffy turned towards the rest of the group.

“Giles, tell the undertaker that they should come around to the back. We’ll be putting Drusilla in the basement den. Eve, are you okay with Tara for a few minutes?”

Everyone was quick to reply to Buffy’s questions; Eve went and took Tara over to the sofa singing a gentle German lullaby to the now exhausted infant. Poor Tara had been crying constantly all day, but from moment Drusilla was near she seemed to calm down.

Giles went over to the door and spoke to Andrew and Xander.

“Take the undertaker around to the back. Buffy and Spike will meet you there.”

“Willow, Dawn, perhaps some tea might be in order if you both don’t mind and Beatrice would you please come with me and Buffy? Maybe we can use your help with Spike’s mother.”

Giles and the rest of the group turned to leave the front lobby and went through the kitchen to the back door.

Buffy waited a bit and let the group make their way to the kitchen first. She took Spike’s hand in hers and sent him calming and loving thoughts and feelings through their bond to calm him down some more. She lead him to the backdoor where Giles now had it open and the undertaker and his colleague stood with the coffin on a trolley.

“Where would you like us to put the coffin Mrs. Summers?”

“Just one moment please.” Buffy step forwards towards the coffin and lent down. Quietly and not loud enough for the two undertakers to hear, but loud enough that Drusilla would, she spoke, “Drusilla, I welcome you to my home. Please come in.”

Standing up straight again she looked at Spike and nodded her head to tell him that the rest was in his hands and she would be there for him.

“Um… can you bring her this way please? She is going in the basement den for now. It was quiet sudden, you know? We weren’t expecting anything like this.” Spike spoke to the undertakers with a voice sounding full of grief and a bit choked up.

After ten minutes Drusilla’s coffin lay in the den, the undertakers where gone and the scoobies stood around the coffin.

“Well, lets get the top off, then. Dru never liked to be in narrow rooms.”

Spike felt that Drusilla was still omitting distress calls even though she seemed to be sleeping.

“What if she attacks us?” Dawn asked warily.

“She won’t. I won’t let her and neither will Beatrice Nibblet. Don’t worry now. In fact, why don’t you go see that Eve’s ok with Tara and then help Willow with the tea. We’ll be up as soon as we have Dru safely chained up.”

“Okay, if you’re sure that no one’s going to get hurt down here and she isn’t going to come eat me and Tara, I’ll go.”

“I’m sure platelet, now go on.” Spike kissed the worried teenager on the top of her head and gently pushed her towards the stairs. As soon as she had left, Spike turned to Xander and growled, “Well, do you have anything to get the top off before she claws her way out of the coffin and gets a fit? She not going to sleep for ever, you know whelp!”

“Okay, okay dead boy, I‘ve got a screwdriver in my tool box over there on the bench, see! And I was just going to get it out, so if you don’t mind getting out the way I’ll get it now!” Xander shoved his way passed Spike and Andrew to the open tool bag on the bench and took out a flat bladed screwdriver. Going back to the coffin he began taking out the screws that held the lid firmly in place. Suddenly he stopped and jumped back as Drusilla screamed from within her confines.

“My Spike, help me! It’s dark. Mummy doesn’t like the dark, nor does Miss Edith! Help mummy my Spike. Oh the bad boys have trapped your Princess, help me, please. The Baby pixie still calls for help too…….so loud, everything is dark and loud…”

Spike pushed Xander out of the way, gripped the edge of the lid and with brute force ripped the lid away with his bare hands. His sire flung herself into his arms sobbing only to pull away again hissing.

“You smell of the sunshine SSSSS and you don’t love your mummy any more!” Turning around she saw Beatrice and beckoned her forwards her.

“Your daddy doesn’t love grandma anymore. Help grandma out of this horrible thing and we can find the baby pixie to help her.”

“Spike what is she talking about?” Buffy asked as she went over to her mate puzzled at the reaction and conversation between Drusilla and her mate.

“What baby pixie? There aren’t any pixies about, otherwise Willow would have sensed them by now and told us about it.”

Spike looked at Beatrice and his sire for confirmation and then at Buffy to tell her about his theory.

“I think she can feel Baby Tara. I could feel Drusilla calling all day but underlying that, there was another call which I took for one of her minions calling us, as it wasn’t as strong. But now Drusilla is here with us and the pull is still there. I can feel that the source is close, like just above me close.”

“What are you on about Spike? Have lost your mind? Tara is a BABY. The only thing she knows how to do is cry, which is what she has been doing all day remember?”

Buffy was now extremely distressed. Above them her baby was crying loudly again and now Spike was telling her that she was calling to all the vampires in the Aurelian family. No, this just couldn’t be...

Tbc

Chapter Eleven

Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy, turning towards Drusilla and Beatrice he spoke in even tones without emotion.

”Beatrice, could you please help Drusilla out of that thing. Help her to get cleaned up too, she smells like she been traipsing though the sewers and then feed her. There’s some fresh human blood in the salad crisper of the fridge in the kitchen.”

Turning towards Xander he continued. “Xander, don’t you and super-nerd have something to do, like say, finishing the nursery?”

Xander was going to say something back, but then heard Spike growl as his sire approached Buffy.

“You stole my dark prince and daddy wants you too! Mummy is very, very cross with her boys and it’s the sunshine’s fault. ”

Moving quickly in front of Buffy, Spike received the swipe of Drusilla’s talon like nails. Grabbing her arm and twisting it, he quickly changed the game.

“I told you to see to her Beatrice!”

He was losing his patience with the group gathered in the basement. Dragging Drusilla over to the furthest wall of the room he pulled down the manacles that hung from the beams of the ceiling. He tested the strength of them and then proceeded to shackle his deranged sire up, all the while muttering to himself, “I don’t fuckin’ need this! Not on top of fuckin’ peaches being here. Now, I’ve got my loony soddin’ sire to deal with as well, sod this!”

“Spike, honey, Tara needs us. Listen how she’s crying again! I don’t know what to do. Why won’t she stop crying?”

The tears were rolling down Buffy cheeks as she watched him restrain Drusilla. She wanted to know what Dru was on about, how she and Beatrice could help her child, when she and Spike had tried everything to calm the infant.

As soon as Drusilla was restrained, Spike took his mate in his arms and carried her up the stairs. When he arrived at the drawing room he placed her on the chaise lounge next to the fireplace.

After he knew that Buffy was comfortable, he strode over to where Eve sat on the sofa with the baby and took her from the assistant.

“Thank you, Eve. I’ll take her now.”

Tara cried loudly in her father’s ear as he placed her gently on his shoulder. He started to walk slowly back to and fro across the room and thinking to himself. “What does Drusilla mean you are calling and she can help you? How can she help you sweetheart? Tell daddy what’s wrong. What is it you need?

Buffy watched as Spike paced the room deep in his thoughts; she could feel his tension and knew that he hadn’t eaten all day. She was hungry and with the energy they had used all day trying to calm Tara, she knew he must have been starving too.

“Spike, why don’t you give her to me and get yourself some blood?”

No sooner had Buffy said about Spike getting some blood, when Willow appeared with food for them all. Pizza for the humans and Spike’s blood already heated to the temperature of a human. Sitting beside Buffy, he moved Tara off his shoulder and down onto his lap, while he drank the contents of his mug. A little splashed down onto the baby’s face. He went to wipe away the blood with his index finger, but as he placed it near the spilt blood, Tara move her head and bit down in his finger with tiny fangs and drew her father’s blood into her mouth.

“Ow, Buffy look what Tara has done!”

He pulled his finger away from the child, but Tara would have nothing of that and started to cry loudly again.

“I get it now. I know what Drusilla’s on about!”

Spike jumped up from his seat beside Buffy. Cradling the baby next to his chest, he crossed the room down to the den where his sire and childe were.

Buffy was close on his heels as he started to speak to the half naked Drusilla.

“She needs blood! Doesn’t she? Dru, look at me. Drusilla the baby, she needs blood, not just milk from Buffy, but blood too! That’s why she’s calling to us to feed her!”

Drusilla looked up at Spike and grinned.

“Yes, my dark prince. The baby pixie calls, because she’s hungry for the substance that gives us life, not just the nasty stuff the sunshine offers to her. Now, can mummy see your precious gift?”

Buffy step from behind Spike and turned to her mate’s sire.

“Drusilla, if you hurt her, you are dust. Do you hear me?”

Taking Tara from her father’s safe arms, she slowly crossed to where Drusilla was crouched on the floor. Beatrice must have taken her dress and petticoats off to wash them because now the vampiress sat there in just a pair of old fashioned bloomers and corset. Kneeling next to her, Buffy offered the baby to Drusilla.

She was surprisingly gentle as she took Tara in her skinny pale arms. She began to talk softly to the babe as she rocked her and Spike was reminded of how she did the same with her stupid doll, which now lay in the same state of undress as its owner on the floor alongside his sire.

Drusilla ran her talon across her neck and lifted the baby up to the flow of blood that ran steadily from the wound. Tara latch onto the cut and sucking noisily, she drank the blood that Drusilla offered to her.

“There, that’s what my baby pixie needed. You’re hungry, aren’t you my little lamb, nasty mammy and daddy not feeding you what you need.”

Buffy sat with her mouth open in awe as Drusilla sat there and fed her baby, when she and Spike couldn’t. She wanted to snatch the tot from the vampiress arms and run up to her bedroom, hiding her from everyone in the house. Her child had fangs, what would Giles say? How could she and Spike cope with her, when she would start teething? Buffy’s mind was racing into the future. Would she be able to play in the daylight, could a stake through the heart kill her?

Spike sat behind his mate and tried to read her thoughts while she was observing Drusilla and Tara. Why hadn’t he worked out what Tara needed this morning? He wanted to be the best father she could ever need, that was what he had promise her and that’s what he always would try to be. Slowly standing up he approached Drusilla. Tara was now sleeping in her arms, fed and content.

“Drusilla, if you don’t mind. I’ll take Tara now. She needs to be put in her crib in our room.“

Kissing the top of Tara’s head, Drusilla passed the baby back to Spike and started to whine.
“I’m hungry my Spike. The Pixie took a lot from nana. I need something to eat. Can I have the little green ball from upstairs? She can help with daddy, you know? Grandma made me read all about it in the horrible old smelly books.”

Twisting back to Drusilla, Buffy grabbed her arm and yelled at the rambling vampiress.

”What do you know Drusilla? What do you know about Angel and my baby? Spike, make her tell me what she knows!”

Buffy screamed at her mate, who now stood on the stairs, baby in his arms and unbelievingly watching the scene below him. The sounds of the front door being knocked on drifted to the basement.

“Ohhh, Daddy’s here!”


TBC

Chapter twelve

After hearing the commotion in the basement, Beatrice came back down the stairs. As soon as Spike saw her he passed Tara to her and then ran to where Buffy was shaking his sire back and forth.

“Buffy, let go of her, your hurting her, let go!”

He took grip of Buffy’s fingers and began to pry them away from Drusilla’s arm. She was using her full slayer strength to shake the poor deranged vampiress about.

“Spike, make her tell us about Angel. Make her, please?”

Buffy was becoming more and more agitated by the wailing of Drusilla and now Spike wanted her to let go of the vampire. How could she find out from Drusilla the way her sister could be able to help, if Spike didn’t let her get the information out of her?

There was another loud bang at the front door and Drusilla wailed again that her daddy was there and that the sunshine was hurting her.

“Buffy, for the last time, please let her go… “

Spike wanted to go to the front door, but there was no way he would be leaving his mate with his sire. He loved Buffy more than anything else, but he couldn’t let her hurt Drusilla, if she knew how to stop Angel.

Suddenly, Buffy let go of Drusilla and because of the force behind Buffy’s release; Buffy and Spike stumbled backwards and nearly fell over into a tangled heap on the floor. Without saying a word he tried to pull her towards the stairs to where Beatrice still stood with Tara sleeping soundly in her arms, but he wasn’t having much luck, as Buffy fought against him. She still tried with all her might to get back to his sire. Wrapping one of his arms around her waist to hold on to his struggling mate he spoke to Beatrice.

“Beatrice, put Tara up in our bedroom please. Then see to your grand sire and put some clothes on her. I’m sure Red will have something suitable, she likes the old styles. And bloody well feed her, will ya? Her wailing is driving me bonkers.”

Buffy was squirming in his grip again and tried to break his hold on her, but Spike didn’t budge.

“Spike, let me go! I need to find out, what that bitch of your sire knows and how dare she feed my child. A fuckin’ whore is she. Only God knows, who she’s been eating and sleeping with? They could have had anything… yuck urhh!”

Buffy was still trying to worm her way out of Spikes grip and although he held by her wrist in one arm and his other wrapped around her waist, he wasn’t hurting her.

“Spike let me go now!”

Buffy was becoming more pissed off by the second. If he didn’t let her go this very instant, he was in big trouble, mate or not mate.

“No I won’t. You are coming upstairs with me now! We are going to answer the front door to bloody Peaches and tell him to fuck off and then we’ll come back and find out what Dru knows, calmly, without you nearly shaking her head off.”

As soon he finished speaking, Spike lent into Buffy’s neck and bit down hard on his mating claim. “Mine!”

“Yours!” Buffy mumbled back in reply. She was pissed off, he had bit her in front of Beatrice and Drusilla, but she knew he was asserting his authority in front his childe and sire. She stopped struggling in his arms and let Spike lead her to the stairs. They would get the answers from Drusilla. Spike had said so and usually, if he said he was going to do something, he done it.

When they neared the stairs, they saw Giles standing with a loaded crossbow in his hands in the door to the basement.

“Angel is at the door. Buffy, can you please tell me why Spike is holding you like that and the reason for your bleeding neck?”

Giles let out a weary sigh at the picture the mated pair presented and the wailing of Drusilla that had yet to cease.

“Because Rupert, she nearly shook what little brain my loony sire has left out of her skull and wouldn’t listen to me. As for her neck, I just reinforced my mating claim so the ponce at the door can smell it, my childe and sire know that I am not a wimp and that Buffy doesn’t pull all the shots in this household, okay? Does that answer your questions? As you just said, Angel’s at the door, wanker that he is….”

Still holding on to Buffy, Spike made his way through the kitchen.



At the front door Angel was infuriated. Twice he’d knocked on the door and no one had answered. Behind it, he could hear people moving about and he could also feel Drusilla’s presence within the house.

“I’m going to kill that little bastard. How dare he call his sire here to interfere with my business?”

Turning on the step he called to Wesley.

“Wes, get your arse up here now! Get this door open, I don’t care how you do it, I want it open now! Get in there and get me my queen…I’m not waiting here any longer. Move!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you Wes. Angel, how are you keeping?”

Faith stood twiddling a stake between her fingers just yards from the house and behind her were several of the younger slayers.

“Faithy, how nice to see you again, you haven’t killed anyone by mistake again, have you?”

Angel looked with contempt at the Slayer and her band of wannabes. There was no way she was going to stop his plans. He would have his queen one way or another. Banging his fist on the door again, he was surprised when it suddenly sprang open.

“What the fuck do you want Peaches? Stop banging on the door, we aren’t fuckin’ deaf you know?”

Looking down the street and seeing Faith, Spike called to her.

“Are you coming in Faith or are you just going to stand there all evening? And bring that rabble with you.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

Angel went to punch Spike but his fist hit the invisible barrier at the threshold of the door and he was rebounded back a bit by the force.

“Wesley, Gunn get here now! Get that idgit out here. I’ve had enough of his impertinence.”

“I’ve already told you Wes, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Hey Spike! B okay? How’s the rug rat? We brought pressies for her, see?”

Faith gestured behind her to the other slayers and they held up the gift bags they were carrying.

“Come on, let’s go see that baby, out of the way Angel.”

Faith pushed past Angel, let the younger slayers enter the house and then she turn back to a stunned Angel and held her stake to his heart.

“By the way, I know you don’t have your soul and if you want to stay alive, you better vamoose now! Go shoo….”

“Faith, don’t stake him yet and get in here!”

Buffy pulled the other slayer through the doorway and slammed the door in Angel’s stunned face.

“We need help with Drusilla. She is downstairs and Spike said we’d find out what she knows about this shit with Angel.”

“B? You know, you just slammed the door in Angel face? Are you really that much over him? Man, I didn’t think I’d see the day, that you would ever turn your back on him.”

Faith was slightly shocked by Buffy’s reaction to her first love. She never saw her so indifferent in his presences. Maybe being mated to Spike made a difference after all….

TBC...

Chapter Thirteen

“Never mind about manners now Faith, I need you to help me and Spike get the information out of Drusilla. Come on….”

Buffy pulled away from Spike and started to head back to the basement den, leaving the second slayer somewhat stunned…

“Stop right where you are kitten! We’ll get everything Drusilla knows out of her in a couple of minutes. We have guests at the moment and Angel’s still standing on the other side of this door.”

Spike had loosened his hold on his mate when they entered the entrance hall, but hadn’t expected that she would pull out of his hold quiet so soon after closing the door. His voice held a slight growl to it and Buffy stopped dead in her tracks and turning back to Spike she looked him straight in the eye.

“No Spike! We do it now, I let you decide everything about Drusilla up until now, but now I’m having my say. And I say, I’m going to take that loony by the lapel and shake every last piece of information she has about Angel, Dawn and Tara out of her!”

Stamping her foot down, fists clenched and glaring at Spike, Buffy looked like she was ready to fight with her mate till he would back down and she would get her will. No one was coming between her and Drusilla.

The younger slayers chatted to Dawn, who was now standing on the bottom stair to the first floor, but as they saw Spike approaching Buffy they got silent and observed the interaction between the pair. As he crossed the space between them, he opened his arms, but she drew back her fist and punched Spike squarely on the nose.

“Some thing never change, do they Slayer!”
Spike tried to walk away from his mate trying to keep his coo but Buffy his still hitting and punching him Giles dropped the crossbow he was holding to the floor then called to Faith to help him separate the couple, as Spike’s nose was bleeding.

“Faith, don’t just stand there, help me. That is enough Buffy. I will not stand for this behaviour from you. You’re suppose to be a grown up my god you’re a mother now!”

Buffy had tears in her eyes. She was tired and now she had hurt her mate. His nose was bleeding and it looked as if he may get a black eye…

“Right, get in the drawing room now, both of you. You first Spike. Dawn get some ice from the freeze for Spikes bruises please.”

Giles was pissed at his Slayer. What an impression she making on Angel, who was still banging on the door like a mad man? Faith and the younger slayers filed into the drawing room behind Giles and took seats either on the furniture or the floor.

When Spike reached his destination of the chaise lounge, he sat him self down grabbing at Buffy and drawing her onto his lap and started to run his fingers through her long tresses of hair. Taking the ice that Dawn now offered Buffy held some to Spike’s swelling eyes. “ Right this is what going on for those of you who have just arrived; the poof on the doorstep wants mine and Buffy’s child as his Queen, … and plans to take her back to LA with him…NO WAY IS THAT HAPPENING. We have my sire chained up in the basement and I and Buffy will try to get whatever it is she knows out of her with out hurting her…After all it was the stupid watchers that brought her here, she didn’t just turn up of her own accorded, last I knew she was playing house with the Immortal in Rome!”

Giles looked on mouth open “ you knew where Drusilla was? And you never said a thing…”

“I didn’t know we were gonna bloody capture her. Did I Rupert that was yours and my stupid childe’s idea… On hearing Spike use the word childe the other slayer’s gasp loudly “ Yes you all heard correctly my childe Beatrice who just happens to be Buffy’s midwife and her grand sire nurse to boot, so there will be no staking her do you lot here me!”

The group of younger slayers chorused their reply “ Yes Spike”

“Man this just getting weirder by the minute since when did you have a childe Blondie…Giles and Wes said you never made any childer because Drusilla always staked them.”

“Well not everything Rupert told you is written in the Vamprye codex Faith!”
Spike was in no mood to go into to his family heritage right now so Faith just better believe him. He still had to deal with Angel who was once again banging on the front door and yelling for him to open it up. Gently moving Buffy to sit on the seat he got up. “Stay there! I’ll be right back okay Kitten!”

“Uh huh!” Buffy nodded and started talking to the younger slayers about her daughter as Spike left the room…

“Spike open this door what the bleeding hell is going on in there? Get your skinny arse out here now you little bastard!” Angel was in an even worse mood than before the door was ever opened, it had sound as if Buffy was trying kill Spike. So much for them being happy. He thought to himself as he continued to bang on the door.

Spike opened the door again “ what did I tell you Peaches we aren’t fuckin’ deaf, fuck off you not getting in and I’m not coming out. Plus you’re annoying the neighbours and if I know anything about them they’ll call the Bobbies soon. So stay making a ponce of your self if you want but if I were you I’d shoo before one of the slayers decides to come out and stake ya! Or the Bobbies do turn up. Now if you don’t mind I have to go see to my mate and daughter.”

Tara could be heard once again crying upstairs in his and Buffy’s bedroom. Spike closed the door as he turned away from it he saw Buffy coming out of the drawing room “Tara crying again I think she’s hungry again Spike we need to feed her but I don’t know what to offer her my milk or your blood?”
“Never mind goldilocks’ we’ll work it out as soon as we get up there ok?” Finishing his sentence he lent into her brushing his lips against hers he started to kiss her, teasing her lower lip he begged entrance to her mouth with his tongue opening up Buffy took hold his tongue with her teeth she bit down on it hard enough so it would bleed and he did the same to her’s their blood mingled together as the kiss deepen and their fight forgot as the love they felt for each was renewed. Breaking away Spike lapped up the spilt blood from Buffy lips” come on Pet lets go feed our daughter”.

Tbc

Chapter fourteen

Spike lifted Tara out of the crib and over to the changing unit, which was set up just outside the door that lead to her new nursery. As he changed her from her wet napkin to a clean one, Buffy undressed and got into the bed. She had put on another of his silk shirts.

“Pet, I’m not going to have any shirts left at this rate. You wore my favourite one yesterday to give birth in it, plus the one you wore before that and two today, that’s four in total…”

When he looked over at Buffy, she was sporting her famous pout and he knew he was buggered.

“Ok, ok, I’m going to get me some new shirts. Wear whatever you want from me.”

Buffy’s pout transformed to a brilliant smile and she knew, that she had him wrapped around her little finger again.

“Thanks Honey, I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

With a sigh Spike cuddled Tara against his chest as he crossed the room again to their bed. Handing her to Buffy, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed in the bed beside his mate.

“Okay Precious, let’s see, who you’d like to feed you, shall we?”

Buffy tried to sooth her child as she opened her shirt and placed Tara against her full, swollen breast.

Tara greedily latched onto Buffy’s breast, taking great pulls of milk into her tiny mouth and swallowing noisily as she did so.

“Oh Spike, look she needs me to feed her, look honey, look!”

Spike looked at his surprised mate with an amused smile.

“Of course she needs her mama to feed her as well. Remember Sweetheart, she is half human and what child wouldn’t need his mother.”

He lent across and kissed Buffy’s forehead while stroking Tara’s cheek.

Not satisfied with just the milk her mother offered, she smelt her father’s scent. Tara released the breast, brought forth her tiny fangs and then sank them into Spike’s finger once again.

“Ow Tara, give Daddy a little more warning baby, would yer?”

Spike lifted the baby from Buffy’s breast over to rest against his neck and she plunged her tiny fangs into his jugular vein, drawing more of his blood into her mouth and drinking it down.

There was a soft knocking at the door as Dawn tried to balance a tray in one hand and to knock upon the door with her other hand. Neither Spike nor Buffy had eaten properly when the pizza had arrived or even before the trouble with Drusilla had occurred and she had taken it on herself to provide nourishment for the couple.

“Buffy, Spike, I‘ve got something out here for you both to eat. Can I come in please?”

“Just a minute please, Nibblet!”

Spike pulled the blanket covering his lap a little higher. He didn’t want to scare his sister in law now, did he? The fact that he was in bed next to his mate had him hard as a rock, even though he was feeding his daughter. He was still a man after all.

“Okay Platelet, you can come in now!”

Buffy giggled at Spike’s antics. She had seen him grow hard and was going to fix this problem for him once they had Tara snug in her crib again. Looking up as Dawn entered the room; she sniffed the air, mmmh yummy pancakes with peanut butter and strawberry jam as Spike called the jelly. Plus Dawn had made them both hot chocolate with the tiny marshmallows Spike liked so much

”Oh Dawn, you must have read my mind. I was just thinking how hungry I am.”

Tara whimpered as Spike encouraged her to release his neck. He wiped his finger covered with his saliva over the tiny puncture marks. He would have to try teaching her to close the wounds herself, as she grew older.

“Look Spike, Dawn brought us some food upstairs to eat. Oh there’s no blood. I bet you need blood too, don’t you? Dawny, can you get Spike some blood too? He just fed Tara, look how pale he is.”

Buffy was babbling away like tomorrow was never going to come and Spike could sense Buffy getting higher on her own rush of hormones and her arousal that also scented the air.


“Shh Buffy, calm down and relax a bit, just eat the food the Nibblet brought you, before it goes cold, okay? Dawn, I would appreciate a mug of blood if you have the time, but the food for Buffy is more important now.”

“Of course Spike, I have plenty of time. Faith was wondering, when you want to start questioning Drusilla. What can I tell her?”

“Tell her, that we’ll be down in the next hour or so, okay? I want Buffy to eat and rest and we both know that there’ll be no chance of that, if I leave her up here by herself. Please ask her too, if she could coordinate the slayerettes a bit, so that they could guard the house and garden. It’s not that I don’t trust Willow’s wards, but a few eyes that check the grounds can’t be bad. I don’t believe that Angel really left or that he didn’t left us some surprises.”

“Okay Spike, I’ll tell her. I’ll bring you your blood up in a few.”

Spike turned his attention to Buffy again, who still hadn’t begun to eat and was cooing at their little girl in his arms.

“Right, Buffy eat, you, madam Tara, are going in your crib before you get spoilt; we can’t be holding you all the time, mum and your old da have to work too, you know?”

Pulling back the covers and getting out of the bed, he went to the bottom of the bed and placed the now content child in her crib. Next he went around the bed and quickly drank his hot chocolate as Buffy consumed the food Dawn had brought up. Hearing her footfall on the stairs, he hastily jumped over the bed and back in beside Buffy, covering himself again with the covers.

Once again, Dawn knocked the door and without waiting for a reply walked into the room to see Spike quickly covering his bottom half. My god, my sister is one lucky cow… she thought to herself, as she spotted the raging hard on Spike sported.

“Umm, here Spike, just at the right temperature I think, but you better check it first ok? I’ll go back downstairs, call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Ta, Nibblet, we’ll be down soon, but tell the others, that we come down on our own and not to disturb us, we need a bit rest.”

They watched Dawn leave the room with slightly pink cheeks and Spike downed the contents of his mug with blood and then loudly burped.

“You pig!” Buffy playful said as she slapped at his arm.

“Oink, oink baby, but I know you like your pig.“

Spike grunted back, grabbing her waist and starting to tickle her as she tried to wriggle away. She brushed her hand over the top of his cock and feeling the precum that had accumulated there she purposely ran her forefinger back and fore over the weeping head.

“Ahh, Buffy stop, don’t, I’ll never stop, if you do that baby. I want you so badly and we can’t kitten.“

Spike wanted to take his mate to heaven and back again, but she hadn’t long given birth and needed time to heal.

“It’s okay honey. I’ll help you, never mind me.”

Buffy ducked her head under the covers and took Spike’s hard cock in her willing mouth. Gently swirling her tongue around the hot tip that spilt cool seed into her mouth, she started to run her teeth along the underside and up the ridge that was there.

Spike encouraged his mate by weaving he fingers gently through her hair and holding her head lightly.

“Oh Babe, just like that, yeah, there sweetness, just there. That feels so good.”

Spike litany of words encouraged Buffy to start bobbing her head back and forth, as she gently began to suck on him and hum too. Slowly she took her hand and rolled his scrotum between her forefinger and thumb, while using her smallest finger to stroke the skin between that and his anus.

His cock now throbbed with his need to empty his self in her mouth and he didn’t know how long he could hold back his orgasms.

“Buffy, just like that, oh yeah, there baby, just there, harder, I, I, I need… need to cum baby, oh Buffy, I’mmmmm cumminggggg…”

Spike stuttered as he pumped strings of sperm into his mate’s mouth and she swallowed it greedily down.

After licking him clean, she remerged from under the covers smiling and very pleased with her performance.

“Is that better honey?? Are you feeling good?”

“Oh yeah, much, much better thank you. I think I really needed that.”

He kissed her and tasted himself, all salty on her lips and tongue.

“What about you though? I don’t want you to feel neglected.“

“I’m fine, honestly Spike. That was just for you. I love you.”

Buffy laid her head against his shoulder and started to fall asleep, as Spike purred his contentment.

Knowing she was now asleep, Spike disentangled himself from her grasp and rose from the bed. Dressing as quietly as possible, he resolved to himself to now go and interrogate his loony sire, while his mate slept peacefully….

Tbc

Chapter Fifteen

Closing the door as quietly as possible, Spike walked the few feet from their bedroom to the nursery. He entered the nursery in search of the watcher-boys. He looked around and examined their work. The room was beautiful, all painted in pinks and pale purples to Buffy’s request and with a large fresco of a fairy castle on the far wall, which super-nerd Andrew had done.

“Xander? Can you not make as much noise? Buffy’s sleeping and I don’t want her to wake up, ok Whelp?”

A shuffling from the left side of the room drew Spike’s attention to the new sink just as Xander rose from the floor under the sink.

“Okay, I’m almost done, just need to turn on the water and that’s it. Don’t know about Andrew though? He is still painting and trying to finish his and I quote “Masterpiece”. Hey Andrew, are you done yet?”

“Stopping pushing me, but yeah I’m done. Such craftsmanship needs time and I thought that YOU would understand that. Spike, do you like it? Buffy never said anything about what to do exactly, just to make it nice and pink.”

“Yes Nerd-boy. Buffy will like it, don’t worry. Xander, when can we start putting the furniture in?”

“We can start as soon as the paint is dry. Where is the furniture, still in the attic room where we put it?”

“Yeah, still up there. Okay, I need to go sort out my loony sire and find out what she knows. Oh, by the way, do not, and I repeat, don’t open any of the windows. Faith’s got the Slayerettes patrolling the grounds, but I don’t trust Angel, even if they are out there and Willow has wards around the building.”

Spike shut the door as quietly as possible and stopped outside his and Buffy’s room. Slipping into game face to enhance his hearing as much as he could, he listened to the heartbeats of Tara and Buffy while they slumbered. Spike was reassured that his mate was getting the rest she needed and hadn’t noticed his absence. He listened for a moment longer to the regular thud-thud of the heartbeats of his family to calm his own nerves and find the inner strength for his next task. After a last deep breath he then took the stairs two at a time to get down into the drawing room looking for Giles. They needed to start questioning Drusilla about the Aurelian Codex, because they were the only books he could think of, that Darla would have made her learn and memorize.

“Giles, come on. Time to find out what Drusilla knows. Is Beatrice down there with her? Oh, and bring some blood, can you? So we’ll have something to bribe her, if we have too. I’ll bet you a bottle of bourbon that she hasn’t eaten any of the blood that Beatrice brought to her.”

Spike was anxious to get started before Buffy would wake up. His mate had been upset enough the last few hours and he didn’t want the information from Drusilla adding to it.

“Okay Spike. I’m coming, just give me a moment.“

Giles finished his conversation with Eve and made his way over to the kitchen, which he reached just as he saw Spike disappearing through the basement door.

After warming a mug of human blood for Drusilla, Giles also continued down to the basement where he already heard the arguing between Spike and Drusilla without seeing the two master vampires. When Giles reached the end of the stairs he could see Spike trying to get nearer to his sire while she spat and hissed at him.

“Get away from me! You’ve been a bad dark prince, you stink of the sunshine. Mummy shall not help you with daddy, unless you let Miss Edith and me play with the little green ball.”

“Drusilla pack it in will yer! Of course, I smell of Buffy. She’s my bloody mate and you know that, fuckin’ sit down now!”

Spike was feeling impatient with Drusilla. He wanted to know what she knew now and not when it was too late to do anything about Angel.

“Drusilla, Princess come on. Please tell your dark prince what the smelly books said. Mmmh look, yummy blood you are hungry, aren’t you princess? Tell me what they said about my Tara and you can have this.”

Gesturing to the mug that Giles held, Spike offered his sire the blood to sweet talk himself into her good graces.

“Don’t want that. It’s not fresh. You feed mummy, no drinking from the cup for your princess. It’s no tea that you drink from a cup.”

Snatching the mug from Giles, Spike gulped down the warm blood and slipped into game face.

“Beatrice, Giles, you two get out of here and don’t come back down until I call you both.”

What Spike was going to do, he didn’t want witnesses to and Buffy was going to freak over it anyway. As the vampiress and watcher left the room up the stairs, talking in hushed tones to each other, Spike undid the manacles that held his sire.

“I’m warning you Dru, no funny business. I’m only feeding you because you need the blood back that Tara took from you. Do you hear?”

Drusilla lunged at Spike’s throat, imbedded her fangs deeply in his neck and started pulling the blood he had not long before drank into her mouth. After several minutes Spike felt, that he needed to stop her.

“Drusilla stop. That’s enough.”

But Drusilla didn’t let go of her childe. She was starving and needed more. She held Spike in a surprisingly strong grip and her fingernails were leaving deep marks in his back where she held him.

Spike tried to struggle, but the blood loss was making him dizzy and he needed to replace the blood that she had taken. When Drusilla realized that Spike wasn’t moving anymore, she retracted her fangs and laid him down on the basement floor. She picked up her doll and held it to her.

“Miss Edith, I was a bad mummy, I wasn’t careful with my prince. See, mummy took to much life from him? He needs help, who should we ask?”

With the doll to her ear, as if listening to it, she shook her head while pacing the floor.

“Daddy’s not allowed in the sunshine’s house… Who else is there?”

Once again she listened to the nonexistent chatter of the doll.

”Oh you’re very clever. Of course the bad man and my Williams baby.“

Drusilla whirled in circles and swung the doll in the air.

“Dru, get Giles and Beatrice, but be nice please.”

Spike had heard the whispered conversation between his sire and the bloody doll, while he lay on the floor and tried to stay awake.

Without realizing that he was doing it, he called to Buffy thru their bond. He was weak and needed blood, as his sire had almost drained him dry of all he had had that day.


Buffy sat bolt up straight in her bed. Spike needed her, where was he? He’d been here when she fell asleep, but now the bed only held her. Climbing out and dressing as quickly as possible in Spike’s shirt and trousers, Buffy checked on her child and then went to find her mate.

On the landing she ran into Andrew, who was putting away the last tools they had needed for their work on the nursery.

“Andrew, have you seen Spike? “

“Um well, he did come in the nursery and instruct Xander and me not to wake you up …we didn’t, did we?”

Andrew felt rather panicked by the thought that Xander and he should have to answer to the vampire, if they really had woken up his mate after being told not to.

“No you didn’t, relax. Where is Spike? Where did he want to go to when he left you?”

Buffy needed to find him very soon. He needed her, but then she felt him again thru their bond and it was much clearer, now that she was awake.

“Don’t worry, I know where he is and I am going to kill him.”

Buffy flew down the stairs to the ground floor and right through the kitchen to the basement. She knew now what her mate had been up to. Spike had been stupid enough to try and get the information they needed out of Drusilla and it felt as if she had nearly killed him for his efforts.

Tbc…

Chapter sixteen

Drusilla appeared at the top of the stairs to the basement, whining something about her childe just as Buffy tumble through the door from the hallway.

“What did you do to him? Tell me!!”

Buffy screamed hysterically at the vampiress as she grabbed hold of her. If she could have gotten away with staking the vampiress and still finding out what she knew, Drusilla would have been dust waiting for Willow to sweep up in the morning.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy took Drusilla’s head in her hands and looked her deep in her disorientated eyes.

”Drusilla, where is Spike? Look at me, what did you do?

“I, I never wanted to do anything wrong, my dark prince fed me, that’s all, but mummy was very hungry and took too much. Miss Edith said to bring the baby pixie to help him or the bad man.”

Drusilla sensed the worry the Slayer felt about her childe and wanted her to let go, her dark prince needed blood and she didn’t know where to find it. He wouldn’t eat anything alive anymore, so where did they keep food for her childe.

Letting go of Drusilla, but pushing her toward Beatrice, Buffy shouted instruction to the childe of her mate and her watcher as she tore down the stairs towards her fallen mate.

”Giles, bring as much warmed human blood as you can, Beatrice take your grand sire as far away from me as you can and up into one of the attic rooms for the moment before I stake her, consequences be damned.”

“Of course Buffy, Drusilla please follow me, will you?”

Beatrice guided the older vampiress towards the door to the hallway and stairs. Drusilla was looking back to Giles to make sure that he was doing as Buffy had asked of him and would help her dark prince.

Giles opened the fridge and pulled out four bags of O negative blood from the crisper drawer, put two in the microwave and then started to quickly assemble Spike’s novelty mug and scissors for opening the bags on the tea tray. When the microwave signalled that the first bags were warm enough, he replaced those with the next two. Giles waited nervously for the last bags to be heated and then hastily put them on the tray and made his way to the basement to help Spike.

“Who would have thought, that the day would come I bent backwards to bring Spike some blood.”




Buffy was leaning over her mate, trying to get him to open his eyes and lightly slapping his cheeks.

“Spike, you are in big, big trouble Buddy. Look at me, if you dust, I will resurrect you, just so I can kill you again, do you hear me Spike? Spike, open your eyes.”

Spike tried moving his head towards Buffy, but he was so drained that the efforts to even try hurt. He unconsciously slipped into game face when he smelt the blood of his mate so close to him. He hoped she would realise that he needed her to open a vein, so he could feed from her. Once again he tried to speak, but Buffy just continued to threaten him with a staking if he dusted on her.

Buffy glanced down at Spikes face and seeing that he was now in game face, she lifted her wrist towards her mate’s mouth. He never tried to bite, so she cut her own vein on his fang and held it over his open month. At first he didn’t swallowed the blood that collected in his mouth, so she started stroking his cheek with her free hand until he swallow by instinct and latched onto her wrist.

“That’s it. Take what you need to get your energy back and Giles is bringing more.”

Giles descended the stairs as quickly as he could without seeing where he was going, because of the laden tea tray. Arriving on the bottom step, he saw Buffy holding her bleeding wrist to Spike’s mouth to feed him while he was in full game face. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Giles put the tray instantly down on the table and went to pull his Slayer away from Spike.

“Leave me Giles, he needs this. Get the other blood ready, he knows when to stop”

Spike had been listening all the time. He released Buffy’s wrist and licked the wound close. He tried sitting up while opening his eyes to look at Buffy with love in his eyes. When he was sitting up with the help of Buffy, Spike whispered his words of thanks to her and she leant into him to kiss deeply before Buffy pulled away.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right? And if you ever do something like this again I will stake you….”

“Yes kitten, I’m a bloody idiot. I thought Drusilla would stop before she would take too much. I did try to stop her, but she was stronger than I thought she was, probably because of the bit of your slayer’s blood she got from feeding from me.”

Spike was famished. Drusilla had drained him near to the point of a dusty death and what he had took from Buffy was not enough to replace the blood he lost. He drank the mug of blood Giles offered, then another without raising himself from the embrace of his mate. She sat next to him stroking his hair while she spoke to Giles about questioning Drusilla as soon as Spike could get up.

“Giles, we must find out what Drusilla knows now. Time’s running out and Angel’s not stupid, if he wants to get in here, he’ll find a way.”

After consuming all the blood Giles had brought down, Spike was feeling a lot better. Pulling Buffy close to him he kissed her again and knew that it was arousal he could smell. She must have had a small orgasm when she fed him. Leaning away again with a twinkle in his eyes, Spike quirked his scared eyebrow at Buffy and whispered in her ear.

“Buffy? Do you want anything kitten?”

She set up straight and blushed because she knew she was caught.

“No, uhm… I’m fine for now. It was just, well you know, but for now I’m fine, really. Could we talk with Drusilla now?”

“Right then, let us go and find out what Dru knows, shall we? Oh by the way, where is she? You didn’t stake her, did you Buffy?“

Spike was trying to lift the sombre mood in the basement, but more than anything, Buffy was right, Angel was clever enough to get in if he really wanted to. It would only take one person to open the door, him to speak to Buffy, her to say a couple of words in the right order without them noticing Angel and he would have his invite.




Outside in a car Angel was fuming.

“I don’t care what you do Wesley, get me in that house now! I’m bloody fed up of wasting all this time. I want my Chide and my queen and I’ll take Buffy too while I’m here! Fuck Spike, I’m taking what’s mine and I want it now!”

Wesley and Gunn were nervous because Angel was losing it more and more since they had arrived to England and all he had done was rant about his new queen. Why he really needed one, they couldn’t understand. He could have Drusilla if he needed a bed partner that badly, she would do anything for her Daddy, they both knew that, but if Angel kept this up, Buffy was going to stake him big time.

Angel watched as a younger slayer walked around the block. He was hungry and she’d make a nice meal, but that would draw to much attention, if he would drain a slayer in front of Buffy and Spike’s house now.

”Lets get out of here for now, I’m hungry. Driver, Kings Cross station.”

Vi watched the car start to pull away, then let herself in the door just as Spike, Buffy and Giles were going up the stairs to the attic.

“Uhm Giles, Angel’s car just pulled away from the front of the house.”

She looked at Spike too. He looked very pale like he hadn’t fed in ages.

”Spike you okay? You’re not looking so hot, did something happen to you?”

“Everything is alright and nothing that concerns you or you would need to know to gossip to the others slayer-bints happened. We have to take care of something, keep patrolling with the slayerettes, so we know when Angel makes an appearance again.”

Vi had an idea as Spike and Buffy continued towards the attic, but she needed her new watcher Andrew for this. He’d do exactly as she said she was way too much of a hand full for Andrew to control.


Tbc…

Chapter seventeen

Author’s notes: After giving birth, women tend to be very hormonal; this is the explanation for Buffy behaviour being slightly different than her normal self….


Vi wanted to find Andrew to tell him about her idea. She knew that he should be still with Xander in the nursery, putting the finishing touches on the room. She waited till Spike and the others were out of sight and then followed them up the stairs and on the second floor went looking for her watcher. Entering the nursery she found the two watchers deeply in some Star Trek discussion again.

“Andrew, I need you to help me help Spike.”

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Andrew was concerned for his best friend, even though Spike denied their friendship vehemently.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me, but he looked sort of pale and drained. I know that he fed Tara earlier and maybe he’s just tired. You know Spike, always putting on his “I’m the big bad” act, but something seems off about him.”

“Vi, if he had asked you to help him I would, but I’m not going to interfere, if he never asked for your help. He’ll eat me for sure, just like he tried before when the First was controlling him in Sunnydale.”

“But Andrew, I just can’t sit back and watch, if Spike is hurting. Remember how we went to patrol a few months back and he threw himself in front of us to catch the darts these strange demons were firing on us. You know the darts would have killed us and when…”

Xander had observed the exchange between the watcher and his charge carefully and realized the moment the situation was sliding out of Andrew’s hand and Vi was wrapping him around her little finger and tried to guilt him into helping Spike.

“Vi, listen to your watcher of once, if Captain Peroxide never asked you for help, don’t give him any. That way there’s less of a chance of him turning on you. Andrew, come on, we need to get this finished today.”

All Xander wanted to do was get the job at hand finished and then have a real long rest. The last 24 hours or so he’d hardly sat down. First chasing and catching Drusilla and then finishing off the nursery at short notice too.

Vi looked at both Xander and Andrew and shook angry and disappointed her head.

“You’re both wimps! How Spike puts up with either one of you is beyond me. I don’t need you to help me, as if you even could. ”

Xander decided that Vi had said enough and was in for some lecture herself.

“When you’ve know Spike for as long as I’ve know him and you’ve been offered to him as dinner or he has bitten you, then you can tell us how to act around him. Now go and do what you were told to do by Faith and patrol little girl! And I better not hear you talk like that to us or any other watcher again. Maybe that whole Slayer-gig is going to your head and you should learn some respect again.”

It wasn’t very often that one of the slayerettes, as Spike called them, pissed Xander off that much, but Vi had pushed him to far this time.

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Upstairs Buffy and Spike were entering the attic room with Giles in tow, where Beatrice had taken care of Drusilla.

Spike looked at his sire as she rocked back and forth talking to her bloody doll. Whatever she knew, they had to find it out. Buffy stood beside him with her fists clenched into small balls and when he looked down, he took one of her hands in his own and tried to caress the tension out of it, so that she would relent and hold his hand.

“Ready sweetheart?” he said to her as he started to cross the room, taking her with him to his sire.

“Uh huh.” Buffy just wanted to get this over and done with. She wanted this crazy vampire out of her house and as far away from her and her family as possible.

“Drusilla, look at me pet!”

Buffy gripped his hand tighter as he spoke to his sire. Crouching down beside her he gently pulled Buffy down too.

“Dru, can you tell us what the book said about Angel and our Daughter, please?”

“No shan’t!” Drusilla was not going to play this game. Her dark prince smelt of the sunshine again and he didn’t love his mummy.

“Oh come on Princess, don’t be like that. Look if you tell us what you know, I’ll buy you a new dolly you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Spike was getting exasperated; he’d offer her the moon if he thought it would help.

“Ohhh, can she have hair like the little green ball and can I play with her too? Mummy likes the little green ball.”

Drusilla had thought about the offer Spike had given her; she was crazy but not stupid. Spike would give her anything she asked for, if he was that desperate to know what she knew.

Pulling Buffy up he walked back out into the passageway outside the room where Drusilla was.

“Where’s the Nibblet Buffy?”

“Spike, don’t even think about giving my sister to that crazed vampire. I’d stake Dru first, before I gave her my sister. Did she drain you of your common sense as well as your blood?”

Buffy was pissed at Spike, how could he even think of giving her sister to Drusilla?

“Clam down Buffy. I’m not going to let her harm Dawn. I love her as I would my own sister, but if she is willing to help us, we could use her as bait, so Dru will tell us what she knows, ok?”

Buffy though a few minutes to her self about what Spike had suggested, she knew he would put his life at stake to protect her sister and her. He had done so more than once in the past. Yes, if he was sure this would work, then she would get her sister up here.

“Okay, but if she gets hurt, even a tiny scratch, Spike you’ll know it! I’m going down to fetch her and then you can explain to her, why we send her to play with a crazy vampire.”

Just minutes later Dawn appeared at the top of the stairs with Buffy behind her, still scowling at her mate.

“Spike, what’s Buffy on about? I’m not the key anymore. Why does Drusilla want to play with me?”

Dawn felt very confused and insecure. She wasn’t the key anymore and now Spike’s sire was saying that she was. Did that mean that some God could come looking for her again? Was there a possibility that she still could be used to open a gateway to hell?

“I don’t know Nibblet, but I’ll protect you. We have to find out what she knows okay?”

Spike was putting on a brave face for Dawn’s sake. He would protect Dawn, but he wasn’t so sure, that they were right about her not being the key anymore. Ben/Glory had died under the tower, then Buffy had died saving Dawn, but no one had actually tested Dawn to see if she was still the key, they had just presumed she wasn’t anymore, because Glory’s time span had run out and they never learned of any other “function” of Dawn as the key in all those hours of research.

But that wasn’t the issues at the moment. The issue was what Drusilla knew. Why the bloody hell hadn’t he read the bleeding codex himself. Fuck, why was Dalton dust when he needed him? Oh yeah, the fucking Judge had cremated him.

“Right then, shall we ladies?”

Spike graciously opened the door for Buffy and Dawn and then followed them into the room, where Giles and Beatrice had taken care of Drusilla in their absence.

“Drusilla, look what we brought upstairs.”

Drusilla started to clap her hands excitedly and danced around the room in circles with everyone keeping a wary eye on her.

“Oh Spikey! Look how beautiful she is glowing, all a lovely green and sparkles. Can I really play with her and get a dolly too?” Drusilla looked at her childe expectantly.

“Yes Dru, you can play with Dawn, but only if you tell me about Tara and the great Poofter and if you don’t hurt her!”

Spike kept eye contact with Drusilla and warned her with a slight growl to do anything to his Nibblet.

“Okay then, but don’t call Daddy a Poofter, you know he doesn’t like it!”

Drusilla was happy. She had almost gotten everything what she‘d asked for. If she had the green ball she could help keep Daddy away from the baby pixie and help with the secrets that Miss Edith had whispered to her.

“Okay, okay Dru, no more name calling. What do you know about bloody Angel and Tara? Please petal, we need to know and you’d like that new dolly soon wouldn’t you?”

“It’s in the book that grand mummy gave Daddy to look after. It says how to keep Daddy away from the baby pixie. It is a spell but I don’t remember all the words and ingredients, but there was a riddle in the beginning.

Enie mieenie minie mo, the bad daddy just has to go…Um, the little tree’s love will make her swoon, if you bring him back from talking to the moon? Blood from the ball, all shiny and green, maybe our daddy won’t be so mean?

I don’t remember anything more about what was written there. Can I play now please? When can I have my new dolly? Miss Edith said we’d been good.”

“Yes Dru, you can play now, but nicely, remember what I told you, don’t hurt Dawn and Dru is that really all you remember?”

“Uh huh, I’ll be good, I promise. Oh goodie, Miss Edith wants to play Patty cake, can you play little Dawn?”

“Yeah sure, why not, it can’t hurt. Come on, let’s sit down here Drusilla.”

Spike turned away from his sire and moved over to where Buffy stood with Giles, quietly talking about what they learned from Drusilla.

“Spike, Angel has the codex. How are we going to get it back from him? He’s not just going to give it to us, is he?”

Buffy was close to tears again and needed her mates comfort, so Spike wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head before nuzzling his mouth at his claiming mark on Buffy’s neck.

“Shh now Kitten, I’ll get it and I’m sure there must have been more than one copy, so somewhere must be another one.”

Beatrice had sat on the bed in the room watching her sire and grandsire talk for a while. Spike was getting nowhere with the questions he had asked her and he’d promised her a new doll and got Buffy’s younger sister upstairs to use as a bargaining tool too. Now he was comforting his mate with promises he may not be able to keep. Then it came to her, the codex, yes one copy Angelus did have, but it had been lost, so she figured that he was using a copy that Wolfram and Hart had in their library. Maybe Angel’s original one could be found again? Maybe Willow would be able help.

“Excuse me William, if I might have a word in private please?”

“Of course Beatrice, can you wait in the hall for me? I’ll be just outside Buffy, okay sweetheart? Call me if you need me.”

“It’s ok Spike, I am fine. I’ll keep an eye on Dru and Dawn, although they seem to get a long quite well.”

Dru and Dawn were sitting on the couch and still played Patty cake and were laughing over their game. With a last disbelieving shake of his head, Spike went for the door.

Beatrice stood in the passageway waiting for her sire; head bowed and hoped he was in a slightly better mood than earlier, when she had been told to leave her grand sire in his care. What she was going to tell him, she’d only just remembered and now she was a bit nervous over telling him what she knew.

“Well Beatrice, what’s so important that you asked me out here?”

Spike was irritated that he’d had to leave his mate and her sister in a room with his crazy sire, not that he’d show it in front of Buffy.

“Well, I seem to remember that Angelus’s copy of our family codex went missing when we had to move quickly once a few years before Romania and Angelus getting his soul back. You and Drusilla were too tied up in each other to notice it and never really cared about the codex at that time. Angelus never told Darla because he knew she would beat him and show him the cold shoulder.

After he lost it, I overheard Angelus ordering some minions to find the codex again and he threatened to stake me if I ever told anyone about him loosing the codex, so because I was so scared that he’d really go through with his threat, I kept my mouth shut and forgot about it until Drusilla started singing the rhythm. I remember that Angel had staked every minion that came back with empty hands.

Darla was the only one of us that cared that the codex stayed with us all the time and somehow he always managed to distract Darla when she asked about the codex and then he told her, that he had it in storage because it would be better, so it wouldn’t get lost. That would mean, that the codex Angelus uses now, doesn’t have to be the original one and we could find it again. Maybe it is possible for Willow to do a locator spell to find it. We were living here for a short time when it went missing, so it’s possible it may not be that far away.”

After a few minutes to process what Beatrice had just told him, Spike started to rant, he was tired and if he had had this information maybe 24 hours ago, just maybe, his loony sire wouldn’t be here giving him even more grief than he already had at his hands.

“How could you keep that from me? I'm your sire, I need to know if anyone ever threatens to stake you, you may have been my nanny and maybe I made a mistake never calling you on being my childe, but you should have told me about him threatening you then. Did you forget that I always protected you, why did you think it would be any different than the other times before?

As for the bloody book, if I’d known this, let’s say 24 hours ago and not now, maybe I wouldn’t have to baby sit my loony sire and also have with her another potential danger for MY family in MY house. In the future you’ll tell me everything you know, when you find it out, plus you’ll tell me, if you’re ever threatened again, or I’ll fuckin’ stake you myself. Do you bloody well hear me?”

Beatrice looked up at William. He had never spoken to her like that before, but she knew she had messed up and he was entitled to be mad.

“Yes Sire, I’ll do whatever you tell me and in the future I will always tell you what I know or what happens. I’m sorry and I am angry at myself for not remembering the codex before.”

By calling Spike “Sire” she hoped he would start to forgive her, she had been scared of Angelus all those years ago and William hadn’t been there that day to protect her, but she should have gone to her sire for protection from the older vampire.

“Now go get Willow, then out of my fuckin’ sight. Go to Tara, make sure she clean and ready for her next feeding.”

Slamming the door as he went back in the room, Beatrice was left in the passageway visibility shaken by her sire’s sudden ability to chastise her.

Spike came back into the room and then went over to the couch were Drusilla was still playing with Dawn. He beckoned Giles and Buffy to come a bit nearer, so that they could hear him talking to her.

“Drusilla, do you remember where Angel put the book Darla gave him to look after? Think pet think, maybe if you don’t remember, Miss Edith does, ask her please?”

Spike pleaded to his sire’s more loony nature, hoping she think the bloody doll would tell her where the Aurelian codex was.

“No my Spike, I can’t remember, it’s been so long and those days were so dark and gloomy, don’t want to remember them. Daddy was always so angry, and not nice angry to me. Miss Edith can’t remember either.”

Just then Willow knocked the door and came into the room and Spike, Giles and Buffy met up with her a bit away from Drusilla.

“Spike, Beatrice said you’d like me to do a locator spell. I brought a London map and the right incense, candles and such.”

“If you could Red, I think we might be able to find out, how to get the bloody Poofter out of our hair. Beatrice just told me, that Angelus might not have the original codex. We need to find my family codex “The Codex of the Aurelian family” which was lost by Angelus before he got cursed.

Rupert you did check the council’s library, right? Not that we do all this and a copy of the book is laying peacefully in one of the shelves at the council?”

“No Spike, I checked that already and I was trying for years to find the codex. Since Buffy became involved with Angel and later you, I was looking for it to find more information about your family.”

“So Red, then it is up to you.”

“Okay I’ll try, but no promises, it’s been years since the book vanished and it could be anywhere by now.”

Willow sat in the lotus position on the floor and lay out the map. Lighting the candles and incense stick she then began to chant.

“Oh goddess Hecate, Mother of the Earth, I beseech you, please show us what was lost to Angelus/Angel. The codex of Aurelian family.”

As Willow continued to chant, Drusilla excitedly clapped her hands together and pointed towards Willow.

“Look Spike, look it’s a pixie, look at it, dancing in front of the little tree.”

Over the map a bright spark had appeared which then started to dart about the room. It tapped itself against the door and then the window, before diving back down and under the edge of the door.

Buffy looked to Spike and yelled at him as she ran across the room, pulling open the door and tearing down the stairs after the bright spark.

“Don’t just stand there, follow it!”

Tbc…

Chapter Eighteen

Buffy was racing down the stairs with Spike at her heels yelling at her to slow down before she fell.

“Buffy, pet, you’re going to fall arse over tit in a minute, so slow the bloody hell down.”

He knew she wanted to follow the bloody light that Willow had magi ked up to find the lost codex, but this was just bleeding dangerous.

“Come on, hurry up Spike, we are going to lose it, hurry will you.”

She was getting more and more hectic while trying to keep up with the light. She was afraid that she would miss where it went and more time would be wasted to find the codex or to do another spell. The light was now dancing outside the nursery door just as Xander opened it.

”Xander, come, help us follow that light!” she hollered as the light started once again to dart forward and down the next lot of steps in the direction of the ground floor of the house.

Xander was slightly bemused to see Buffy charging around the house and Spike yelling at her to slow down while Dawn, Drusilla, Willow and Giles followed behind the both of them already slightly out of breath. Stepping out in front of Giles he stopped the procession in its tracks.

“What’s going on G-man? What’s the entire hullabaloo about? And why is Buffy running after specks of light and telling us all to follow them, are we the new wise men or what?

“Xander how many times have I told you not to call me that ridiculous name? Get out of our way, we are trying to keep up with Spike and Buffy and not all of us have super-human speed or are vampires like them.”

“I am!“ Drusilla piped up from behind him. She was standing there with a little girlish smile on her face, holding her doll in one hand and Dawn’s hand in the other. She may be helping them now, but she learned quickly that it was fun to rile up the older watcher.

“Giles, do you know Drusilla is loose and not chained up?”

Xander commented in shock at seeing the vampiress on the loose in the Summer’s home without any real guard on her to keep her under control and to top it all, holding Dawn’s hand. If she decided to turn on her, she wouldn’t stand a chance against the crazy vampiress.

“Get out of the bloody way Xander and yes, of course we know she isn’t chained up, do you think I wouldn’t have noticed that she was running with us? She is helping us at this moment, aren’t you Drusilla?”

“Yes, I’m helping my Dark prince to get rid of the bad daddy again.”

Drusilla was hoping that Spike would be pleased with her for not eating the pretty green light and following the instructions the older watcher man gave her, but now the silly little watcher with the one eye had stopped them and the sunshine and her William were out of her sight.

She had begun to feel hungry; she could smell Spike’s childe near her and maybe Beatrice knew where the sunshine kept her dark prince’s cold dinners. She didn’t want to be bad and eat anyone by accident. Whispering to Dawn she told her of the tummy rumbling she felt, surely she’d get Beatrice to help her find food.

“Xander, Drusilla is hungry. Get out of the way like Giles told you. I need to get her to Beatrice and if you want to be helpful, watch Tara while we find Buffy and Spike and get her fed. Beatrice, I need your help!”

Dawn yelled through the hall in the direction of Buffy and Spike’s bedroom to the other vampiress present in the house.

Beatrice opened the bedroom door and appeared head bowed, then turned to Dawn.

“You called Dawn. How may I help you? My sire said that I was to look after Tara until she needed her next feeding.”

“What? Since when do you call Spike sire?” Dawn asked in shock at the answer she had gotten from the vampiress.

“Since I was told, that I was to obey his orders a short while ago and that’s why I better head back to Tara just like I was said to do.”

Beatrice didn’t want to receive another harsh tongue lashing from Spike and she really needed to get back to the child she had been ordered to mind, while Buffy and Spike searched for the lost codex with Willow’s help.

“Well, I need you to come with me. Xander is going to take care of Tara for the moment, because your grand sire is hungry and we need to feed her as soon as possible, don’t you think?”

Dawn needed her help and if Spike protested or went to discipline the other vampiress, she would tell him she needed the help from her to control his sire.

“Very well Dawn, I’ll come straight away if Master Xander is staying with Tara?”

Beatrice allowed Xander to pass by her and into Buffy and Spike’s room where Tara lay sleeping in her crib.

“Come along Dawn, we must find the others and see where the light took them!”

Giles had already started again to follow the long gone couple down the stairs to follow the light.

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At the bottom of the stairs, just outside the drawing room, the light had hesitated from bouncing against the outside door to be let out, then changed direction again and went flying under the edge of the door and into the drawing room.

Flinging the door open, Buffy burst into the room, shocking Eve who sat on the chair by the fireplace going through some of Andrew’s notes. Jumping up from her seat she looked at Buffy as she was asked, “Where’d it go?”

“Verzeihung, wo ging was hin?” Eve asked in German forgetting that Buffy couldn’t under stand her.

“What did you say Eve? I don’t speak German.”

“Pardon me, Buffy. Where did what go? Forgive my slip of manners; I was just shocked by your sudden entrance.”

Eve was still trying to find out what Buffy wanted, when Spike came through the door bumping into his mate and falling over her as she was just inside the door.

“Buffy, for fuck sake, I yell at you all the way from the attic and down the stairs to slow down and then you just suddenly stop. What the bloody hell are you playing at?”

Spike wanted to find out where the spark had gone as eager as Buffy, but at the moment he was busy picking himself up off the floor from his sudden stop from bumping into Buffy.

“Eve, did you see it. Did you see where the light went?”

Buffy once again asked the shocked assistant.

“Ah, the light that came from under the door. It flew up behind the portrait of Mister Spike’s mother.”

Now that Eve knew what they were looking for, it was easy to answer the Slayer and her chosen mate.

Running from where she stood, Buffy went to the fireplace and tried to get the portrait down, but because she was only 5’ 2” tall and the mantle was at the same height as her head, she couldn’t reach the picture above the mantle. She tried jumping up and down to get a grip on the portrait, but that wasn’t working either.

“Spike, get a chair help me!”

Dragging the chaise lounge nearer to the fireplace and hoping that the flames didn’t scorch the material, Spike climbed up on the furniture and lifted the large picture without any effort down from its home of over a hundred years.

The rest of the procession entered through the door, just as the portrait was placed on the floor, with the bright spark buzzing around the canvases backside. Spike looked down and there in a satin clutch bag, sewn to the underside of the painting he saw the shape of the missing Codex…

Tbc…

Chapter Nineteen

Spike tore at the back of the portrait and pulled the bag away from its hiding place for over a century.

”Drusilla! How the fucking hell did your bag get sewn to the back of my mother’s painting? And I know it’s your bag, I bloody well gave it to you as a present!”

He really wasn’t in the mood now to deal with his loony sire, but the codex had been so close all the time and he wanted to know how it got to where it had been concealed.

Looking at her childe it was time to tell him how she had hid the book away from Daddy, hoping that Darla would punish him for losing it.

“Well, do you remember how Daddy punished you for killing the servant girl when I was hungry? I was angry with him for it. Your back was in ribbons and so torn up; you bled all your blood away. I thought you were going to dust when I took you back to our bedchamber. I took the book while he was entertaining grand mummy and Miss Edith said your real mummy would look after it, because she was mad at Daddy too. So I put it in my bag and sew it to the backing canvas while you slept. When you got better, Daddy never did say he’d lost his silly book and I forgot I’d put it there until you screamed at me and I saw the picture of your mummy.”

“Spike, this is all very nice, but the book?”

Buffy was not interested in listening to Drusilla’s reasons, why she had hid the codex. She just wanted to know, what was written in it about her daughter and Angel.

“Okay pet. If I remember right, it was written in bloody Latin and my Latin is a bit rusty, so if you don’t mind watcher, why don’t you do what watchers’ do and read and translate that?”

Spike tossed the codex over to Giles and he caught it in mid air while scolding at the Master vampire.

“Spike, please don’t throw such a precious book about. To my knowledge there only exist two copies and this one has been lost for so long and we don’t know in what state it is. Although I must say it has the most unusual kind of leather binding and the parchment is rather thin.”

“Right, why not, let’s talk about the unimportant stuff first. It’s not covered in leather, that’s human skin and the parchment is not parchment, it are intestines stretched and dried to make the pages. For your further information, that’s not red ink, it is human blood. Okay are we finished discussing the bloody book? Can we find out what it fucking well says about the fucking ponce and our daughter now, or do you want to chit chat some more, Rupert?”

The two exhausted and frustrated men were facing each other and everyone in the room was silent, waiting for the final blow.

“I’m hungry.“

Drusilla whined from by the door and everyone turned to stare at her. Her tummy was grumbling and she was surrounded by all those lovely yummy dinner possibilities, but Spike would be mad if she ate any of them. Dawn was still holding her hand and Miss Edith was hungry too. She really needed something in her tummy soon and the baby pixie had started to call too.

”Spike, didn’t you hear me, I’m hungry and the little pixie wants us too.”

“I know Pet. Lets get you fed; Buffy I need to sort out Dru. Can you go up to Tara? She’s awake and needs feeding too.”

Buffy was pissed off again. Why should Spike look after his sire and choose Dru over her as his mate and Tara. They didn’t need Dru anymore and she could just stake her and then she’d be out of their way.

“Pack it in Buffy. You are not staking Drusilla.”

Spike had felt Buffy’s anger through their bond with graphic pictures showing Buffy staking his sire. Yes, she was right, they didn’t need her now, but he didn’t want her dusted and they couldn’t let her go, because she’d run to her bloody wanker of a sire no matter how fuckin’ evil he was to her or anyone else.

Catching sight of Beatrice with the gathered group, which consisted of Dawn, Giles, Andrew, his sire and childe, it was time to see if Beatrice had learnt her lesson about disobeying him.

”Beatrice, take Drusilla back down to the basement, but first get some blood from the refrigerator and heat it in the microwave. She should drink the bagged blood if it’s not cold. I’m going to see to Tara with Buffy. Shall we sweetheart?”

Not waiting for a reply he took hold of Buffy’s hand and made his way through the crowd.

”Oh and Rupert, you might want to start on that translation soon or better said, how about NOW!”


Giles sat at the small writing desk in the drawing room with a note pad on his left and the codex to his right. Picking up a pencil he carefully opened the delicate book, which he now needed to decipher from its original Latin to Basic English.

‘Okay let’s see what you have to say for yourself’ Giles was deep in thought when Xander entered the room.

“Giles man, do you know what’s up with Spike and Buffy? They practically threw me out of their bedroom and all I was doing was watching Tara, while they were chasing after speckles of light. Yeah I know Tara was crying and all, but I did try quieting her down. It’s not like I was just letting her cry.”

“Xander, can’t you see I’m busy, they were going up to feed Tara which happens to be a very intimate thing for mother and child and as Spike is also feeding her, I guess the same could be said for him. Now if you don’t mind, I have to work to do, which is much more pressing than whether Spike and Buffy engage you in conversation.”

Xander walked away muttering to himself and sat on the sofa next to Eve.

“Everyone always stick up for dead boy jnr. over me. It’s not fair.”

Eve put her arm around the young watcher and tried to console him.

“I don’t think Mr Giles meant it that way and Buffy and Spike neither. It’s just a very hectic time and everyone’s patience is running out.”

Where was Miss Rosenberg, when Mr. Harris needed her to comfort him? Eve knew that the reassurance that he could get from the old friendship between those two, would help more than any solace that she could give him. As if she had read Eve’s mind, Willow came back through the door from the kitchen where she had been making tea.

“Xander, what’s up with you? What’s with the broody face?”

The beautiful red headed witch only had to look at his posture to know that he was sulking about something. Probably nothing, knowing Xander the way she did. Putting the tray she was holding on the coffee table she continued her task of pouring out tea for all in the room, making sure that she poured Giles cup last, as like his tea strong with just a hint of milk added.

”Well don’t just sit there Xan, say something. Giles would you like sugar in your tea?”

“Yes, please Willow. Take no notice of Xander. He’s sulking because Buffy and Spike didn’t want him in their room while they fed Tara. Sometimes it hard to believe, that he’s not the 15 year old boy I met on my first day at the school library in Sunnydale.”

“There you go again, Spike is wonderful. Xander is stupid.”

Xander exclaimed to all in the room, while he shrugged off Eve’s arm and got up from the couch to take his cup from the tray.

“I believe I said no such thing Xander.”

Giles swung the chair he was sitting in to face the others, he really didn’t have time for this, Spike wanted the book translated, but he wasn’t going to let Xander act like a martyr.

“I said, that Buffy and Spike asked you to leave because they were going to feed Tara and this is a very intimate time for the both of them. From what I’ve read and understand, when a mother naturally feeds her child from the breast her brain releases the same endorphins as it does during sexual intercourse. Spike being a vampire can sense and smell said endorphins and as he is mated to Buffy, he will become protective of his mate while he believes her to be vulnerable to attack, whether she is or not, hence you being told or asked to leave.”

“Oh okay, but why didn’t someone tell me that before? I would have understood.”

Xander wasn’t all that happy but if that was what was wrong with Spike he’d let it lie for now.

“I think you’re trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill, Xander. Feeding Tara and that Giles gets this codex translated is more important now, and you should know it.”

Willow gave the watcher his tea and looked at the newly found lost codex. Suddenly an excited grin was tugging on her lips and she had a light bounce in her posture, just like the high school girl she used to be.

”Xander, go up to my room and get the book off the shelf called “The language translation almanac” please? Hurry, I think I may be able to help Giles with the translation. I remember that it has a basic spell in there, that will translate this to English for a short while and I was biting my nails reading it a few weeks back, because I thought of all those hours we spent in the library or the magic shop wrecking our brains over foreign texts. Maybe it will be long enough to read the important parts or even copy it or such.”

“Oki doki, the fetcher of all donuts and needed accessories is on a mission again. Away!”

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Spike was prowling around the bed as Buffy fed Tara. He had wanted to feed Tara first, but Buffy said she was going to try to give her milk first and then they could offer her blood after that. She was still a bit wigged about the whole blood drinking of her baby girl.

“Spike, stop sulking, come sit down and keep me company.”

“I’m not sulking, …” he proclaimed his scared eyebrow rose in to an arch as he look at his mate. She lay on their bed feeding Tara from the breast, her golden hair fanned across the pillows and looking like a goddess.

“I’m going to take a quick shower; I’ll leave the door open okay?”

If he didn’t leave the room now she was going to be ravished as soon as she put Tara down.

“Okay, but hurry up. I don’t think Tara is all that interested in milk at the moment. Maybe you were right and she needs blood.”

Buffy could sense Spike’s growing arousal and was sporting a sheepish smile while she concentrated on their bond. Had he forgot she could also see the graphic pictures that flowed between them both when they were either highly aroused or angry and mad over something?

Spike’s daydream

‘Buffy was lying against the pillows completely naked, her breasts swollen and full of milk. Spike licked his lips at that sight, as he approached the bed. In the crib their daughter slept peacefully, full and stated.

“Spike? What are you up to?”

Said vampire slithered onto the bed and between her thighs to inhale the heady aroma of her new flow of post-partum blood.

Lifting his head Spike gave a knowing look and stuck out his tongue wiggling it.

“It smells bloody wonderful down here, seems as such a shame to let it go to waste!”

He dipped his head back down to her cleanly waxed pussy and then begun to lick the flow of blood that seeped from her core.

Using deliberately slow, teasing licks around Buffy’s clitoris, Spike soon had Buffy clutching at the sheets as she reached her orgasm. As her uterus contracted the flow of blood was increasing and Spike drank down all there was to offer. It was wonderful, Buffy’s slayer blood mixed with her own special mixture of endorphins. Perfect, if Spike ever went to heaven, he wished it could be right here.


“Spike Are you going to take that shower or are you going to stand there all day dreaming about eating me out?”

“Shower, definitely shower. Yeah, I think I’m going to take that shower now. I am uhm, I will, uhm yeah going now.”

Spike could feel his zipper cutting into the underside of his cock from where it had grown hard. He was going to have to get rid of that and pretty quick too, so cold shower, here comes Spike.


TBC…

Chapter 20

Enie mieenie minie mo, the bad daddy just has to go…Um, the little tree’s love will make her swoon, if you bring him back from talking to the moon? Blood from the ball, all shiny and green, maybe our daddy won’t be so mean?

Giles read the riddle out loud; it hadn’t taken long for Willow to convert the book from its original Latin to Basic English, although he could read it in both languages, he didn’t needed to waste time translating it for the others to read.

If they only could work out the riddle first, that should help.

“Xander, do you think you could ask Beatrice to bring Drusilla up from the basement? Please, we are going to have to try and get her to help work out what this riddle means.”

Xander looked up from his seat on the sofa sighing and shrugging his shoulder.

“I suppose so, though why Andrew can’t go is beyond me!”

“Uh hu, I’m not going, they are vampires. Vampires always try to eat me. Remember when Spike tried to eat me? No way, not me, I’m not going.”

Andrew stood with his hands on his hips glaring at Xander. He wasn’t going to get eaten. Tom wouldn’t be very happy if he went home with a love bite from a vampire on his neck.

“Andrew, you’re such a wimp, come we’ll both go!”

Xander dragged a reluctant Andrew out of the door and they went to get the Vampires from they basement.

As they left the room, Andrew could be heard restarting their star trek discussion from earlier.

“Jean-Luc Picard was a much better captain than James Kirk. Ow! Xander don’t hit me.”

“Don’t be such an idiot and come on. Picard can’t lay a finger on Kirk…”



In his hotel room Angel sat on his bed. He was still hungry, although they had picked up a young meal from outside of the train station at King’s Cross. Angel hadn’t completely drained her and though her heartbeat was faint, she was still alive. He had taken her to bed to fuck her into exhaustion, so she would put up less of a fight before he fed from her. He was lonely and in need of a companion and mate. He would have both soon, Buffy to fuck as he pleased, even if she did fight him over it and her daughter as his queen, when she reached the right age.

Leaning over his dinner and taking her head in his large hands, he twisted her neck until he heard it break, ending the prolonged beating of her heart.

He got up and went to take a shower. Wesley and Gunn could get rid of his rubbish when they came up to the room. Properly weighted she would sink well in the Thames and without any trace of her or anyone ever knowing she was still in London.

He had a plan to carry out and if it went well, Buffy and his queen would be his in the next 24 hours.




Buffy was peacefully sleeping on the bed; Tara was cuddled up to her mother with her thumb in her mouth suckling on it as she slept too. Spike carefully lifted the sleeping infant up and over to her crib at the bottom of the bed. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and taking in her sweet baby scent, he carefully put her into the safety of her own bed. Buffy was exhausted from the events of the last few days and he didn’t want her to roll on their child and accidentally smother her. He was tired too, but he really should help downstairs. Looking back at Buffy sleeping restfully, his mind was made up for him. He’d catch 40 winks with her now and then after Tara‘s next feeding, they would go help the rest of the Scoobies with the research.


Meanwhile in the drawing room Giles had deciphered the first part of the riddle.

“Enie mieenie minie mo, the bad daddy just has to go. I do believe; I have the first line of the riddle worked out. I think it means this. The Enie mieenie minie mo, means nothing at all, it’s just something children say as part of a rhythm, but this part, the bad daddy just has to go, means Angel and as it says the bad daddy, it seems to confirm, that he has lost his soul again, but that is something we already suspected.

“What about the rest though?” Willow questioned the eldest watcher in the room.

“I’m not quiet sure yet, but I do believe it may have something to do with you. It says um, the little tree, I do believe I heard Drusilla call you the little tree and a willow is a type of a tree, so the second line, the little tree’s love will make her swoon, if you bring him back from talking to the moon,’ has something to do with you, though I’m not quite sure what?”

Eve sat on the sofa listening to Mr. Giles trying to work out the riddle. As she listened, she remembered reading in Giles rough copies of his watchers diaries that Miss Rosenberg once date a werewolf called Oz. Surely it wasn’t as simple as to mean that Miss Rosenberg’s old boyfriend could help too, but it was worth a try to voice her opinion.

”Excuse me Mr Giles, werewolves, howl at the moon, do they not? And if I remember rightly, Miss Rosenberg once dated a werewolf, could it be that the riddle speaks about him?”

“Of course, how could I have been so blind, yes it can only mean Oz. Eve thank you very much. Willow, where is Oz? Do you know his whereabouts? We need to contact him as soon as possible. It’s urgent that he comes here. I’m positive that his help is needed with our Angel/Angelus problem.”

Giles was amazed that Eve had even thought of Oz, although she never met the wandering werewolf, but he was sure she was right. Willow still carried deep feelings for the errant werewolf, even if she did deny it to all who asked her about her lost love.

“Um, I’m not sure, but I could do a locator spell to track him down, if he’s still on this planet and in this dimension.”

Getting up off the floor, Willow started across the room to the small locked book cabinet to retrieve the things she would need for a locator spell. Spike had insisted she kept a small supply of magical herbs and things in each room of the house when she first moved in. In his own words “It wastes too much bloody time, all this running back and forth to get fuckin’ stuff for a simple spell, keep some in each room, Red and problem is solved.” Willow had therefore put a small supply in every room and in easy reach, with only the Scoobies in possession of the keys.

Xander and Andrew came back from the basement with Drusilla and Dawn in front of them and with Beatrice behind them carrying Drusilla’s beloved doll Miss Edith, which was now full dressed except for its hair being dressed in its usual braid.

“I want to play “cat’s cradle”!”

Drusilla was whining to all who would listen to her, but mostly to Dawn, as she had firmly decided that Dawn should be her new playmate from now on.

Giles got up from his chair and looked at the sickly looking vampires. She had never really recovered her bodily weight from the said Prague incident. Though Giles never had found out what had happened from Spike for his diaries.

“Drusilla, I’m sure you’d find this a lot more fun to do, than playing with bits of string.”

Giles had the codex in his hands and offered it her, but she pushed it away and shook her head as she began to cry.

“My daddy is lost, he needs me, I want to go to my daddy now. Where’s my Spike to take me to him?”


Beatrice had excused herself from the room as soon as they had entered. Surely her grandsire would be okay with three watchers, a powerful witch and a magical key, while she sorted out her sire. Angelus was being cunning and calling to Drusilla, knowing that she wasn’t strong enough to ignore his call. What he hadn’t thought of was the fact that Beatrice could feel the call too. Beatrice was sure he blocked the calling to Spike, but he’d forgotten that she as a great grand childe could feel the bond calling too.

Now in front of the door to her sire’s bedchamber, Beatrice gently knocked the door, but only loud enough for a vampire to hear. She was hoping her sire would be pleased with the information she had to tell him.

Spike stirred in his sleep, where was that knocking coming from, rolling over and trying to ignore the persistent noise, he buried his head under the pillow, but still the knocking continued. Pulling himself out again and opening one eye he looked at Buffy. She still slept deeply next to him and at the foot of the bed he could hear Tara’s heartbeat slightly slowed, but steady as she slept also. Locating the source of the knocking, he rose from the bed and pulled on a fresh pair of Levi’s from the dresser. Silently he crossed the room and opened the door, seeing that it was Beatrice, he stepped out into the hallway and spoke.

”What is it Childe? Why have you come to wake me?”

“William, Sire, you said that I should tell you everything and I believe you’d want to know that Angelus is calling to Drusilla. His call is strong and I believe Drusilla won’t be able to resist her sire’s call over the bond. I am feeling this call too, as he is so close.”

Beatrice stood with her head bowed down and not looking directly at Spike, hoping he would forgive her, her indiscretion of earlier.

“Very well Beatrice, go back to your grandsire. I’ll be down with Buffy in a few moments.”

Dismissing Beatrice he went back into the room and crossed over to the bed.

“Buffy, come on pet, wake up, Angel’s calling to Drusilla. We need to go downstairs.”

Buffy opened her eyes and pulled herself up by grabbing hold of his neck as he straightened up.

“How do you know that he’s calling Drusilla?”

Buffy then scratched at her mating mark on her neck. It felt as if it was burning.

“Beatrice told me. Why are you scratching at the mating mark?“

Spike asked as he finished dressing and started to get clothes out of the dresser for Buffy, a pair of her jeans and one of his dress shirts, of course.

“It feels like it’s burning, that’s why.”

Seeing that Spike was now gathering clothes for her, she continued talking with him.

“Spike, honey, don’t forget my underwear. I’ll be right back. I need to use the loo.”

Spike was trying to control his temper. He knew why the claim was burning. Angel was calling all the higher females of the clan, not just Drusilla. Well, he was in deep trouble now. If Buffy found out that’s what he was doing, she’d stake him for sure, no questions asked.

In her crib Tara began to not just cry, but also to scream.

TBC….

Chapter 21

Spike picked Tara up as Buffy continued to dress in the clothes he’d picked out for her.

“Shh now my bitty one, daddy’s here and he’s not going to let nasty old Angel have you or mummy. I know he’ll be cruel and calling you my precious, but daddy's not letting you or mummy go anywhere.”

“Spike, what are you talking about? I’m not going to Angel and nor is Tara. I love you honey and even if you do annoy me sometimes, I’d never run back to Angel. You’re my mate not him.”

Buffy’s teasing smile left her face again when she scratched at her mating mark again. Why it was burning now, she couldn’t understand.

“Spike, why is my mating mark burning like hell and what’s up with Tara? Does she need to be changed or something?”

Spike took Tara over to the changing unit and quickly changed her diaper for a clean one. Next he dressed her in a pretty pink dress and jacket “Buffy your mark is bloody burning because my pillock of a grand sire is calling all the higher females in the clan. You, Beatrice, Drusilla and I think Tara too. Though I’m not so sure about Tara yet, could be that she was just wet and I think she needs some blood now too. Please, pass me one of those bids can you?”

Spike had bitten his wrist and offered it to the screaming infant but she was refusing the meal and started screaming even louder.

“Okay, so you’re not hungry. Then the poof is calling you too, the wanker he is. I’ll fuckin’ stake him myself when I get hold of him! Bastard. Kitten, are you finished? We need to go downstairs, I can hear Drusilla having a blue fit too and she is not as strong as you and Beatrice to ignore Angel’s call”

Taking Tara from Spike, Buffy lent up on her tiptoes and kissed Spikes forehead.

“Yep, I’m ready, let’s go and face the music, shall we?” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Upon hearing their newest task that Angel wanted them to carry out, Wesley was looking at Angel in disbelief.

“You want us to get rid of another body? Angel, couldn’t you just eat bagged stuff while we’re in London? Or we could go to the London offices. I hear they have a supply of volunteers that you can feed from as long as you don’t completely drain them.”

Wesley wasn’t at all comfortable with Angel’s behaviour of late. He needed to get to the new council offices and talk to Giles or maybe phone him. Maybe he would be willing to share information about this situation that could shed some light in Angel’s behaviour and he could help Buffy and her family, because he was starting to think that he was fighting on the wrong side this time. Perhaps he’d get away and do one or the other now, if he did take the dead girl’s body away for disposal.

“Right, I’ll get rid of this one and you and Gunn can go back to the Summer’s house to talk to Buffy and Spike.”

Angel was pissed off. How dare Wesley question him? He’d eat whom he wanted to and if he wanted fresh meat, then he’d have it, no matter what anyone said; My God he was once a quarter of the Scourge of Europe. No one had ever even dared to tell him what to do back in those days.

“Wesley, do as you’re told and get rid of that and stop questioning me if you know what is good for you. Gunn and I will go to see that bitch Buffy and my soddin’ grand childe and when I come back this time, I’ll have my queen and her mother with me, so make sure the plane is ready to leave!”

Pulling on his jacket Angel stormed out of the room with a worried Gunn following behind him.

“Come on, I haven’t got all day!” Angel could be heard shouting as he waited for the lift to arrive.

As soon as his boss was out of earshot, Wesley went over to the phone and dialled the number for the council.

“Could I speak to Rupert Giles please? It’s about a very important matter. My name is Wesley Windham-Pryce and it’s very urgent that I speak to him now, so please hurry.”

Waiting for his call to be transferred, Wesley started to wrap the body on the bed in the sheet and blanket. Maybe he could leave her at a morgue instead of sinking her. Angel wouldn’t know either way.

“Rupert is that you? Thank goodness. I think Angel’s really gone off the rails this time; I need to see you now. Is their some way to get to the house without coming via the normal way, i.e. through a sewer access or something? I can’t let Angel see me. You are asking me why? Because if he does, I’m history, that’s why. Okay I’ll be there in 30 minutes. I need to go to a morgue first and drop off Angel latest meal…Yes you did hear me right, his latest meal…. Bye, see you soon.”

Arranging the body so it looked like she was just sleeping Wesley picked her up and went to get rid of her. He had a meeting with Giles in 25 minutes. Willow was going to lift the barrier for exactly 30 seconds and that would be the only time to gain access through the sewers to the house.

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“Drusilla, shut the fuckin’ hell up!”

Spike shouted at his sire the minute Buffy and he walked through the door. He’d heard her up in his and Buffy’s room but down here, it was an ear spilt scream he had to contend with, well he didn’t want to, so she was going to shut the fuck up.

“Spike, daddy’s calling me and these nasty watchers won’t let me go to him. He needs me, Spike please tell them he needs Miss Edith and me now!”

Drusilla was clawing at Spike’s sides, begging him to let her go to Angel. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to resist the calling for much longer he grabbed her firmly by the arm.

“Tell you what pet, how about you and me play a game. You like our games don’t you?”

Sucking air through his teeth and looking at her seductively with his scared eyebrow raised into an arch, making him look completely irresistible to both his sire and Buffy his mate.

‘Spike don’t you dare! I’m warning you, you dare screw that ho bag and you’re in big trouble mister!’ Buffy never spoke a word but used the bond to convey her thoughts to her lover.

‘As if I would, you should know better. I just need to get her chained up. She’s a danger to everyone at the moment like this. I love you kitten and no other.’

Buffy nodded then started to speak to Giles, as Spike dragged his sire to the basement. Giles was hovering beside Willow who had different maps laid out in front of her and some herbs.

“What’s going on? Why is Willow doing a locator spell?”

“She’s trying to find Oz. We believe he is needed to help us with our Angel/Angelus problem.”

“What are you on about Angel/Angelus problem? Has Angel lost his soul again?”

Faith chose that moment to come back to the assembled group after finishing her rounds.

“Hey B, thought you knew Angel had lost his soul again. Couldn’t you feel it when he was here? His tingles were way more intense that they normally are. I could feel him before we even got in the street and a couple of the younger ones could too.”

Buffy looked at her sister slayer; sure she could feel Angel, but not that he was soulless again.

“Giles what’s going on? How come Faith could tell Angel was soulless and I couldn’t?”

Giles looked at his Slayers. Both his through choice, Buffy because of his love for her like she was his own daughter and Faith because he’d not assigned her to a new watcher knowing her to be too strong willed to listen to anyone but him and what he would tell her. Although even listening to him was rare, but he had earned her respect in the time they fought against the first evil.

“I’m not sure Buffy, but it could be because Faith hasn’t spent the last 9 months in the constant companionship of a vampire. You are also mated to a member of the Aurelian clan where as she is not. You also have been carrying a half vampire child; it could be anyone of these things.”

Suddenly the hollering of Willow interrupted the talk Giles was having with the two slayers.

“I FOUND HIM, Giles. I found him and he isn’t that far. He is near Stonehenge and not all that far away from there as well. I could try teleporting to him if you want and then back again. I should be an easy teleporting spell considering that Stonehenge is a magical doorway.”

Looking at his watch and contemplating the time the teleporting spell would need, Giles shook his head.

“No, we need to go to the basement sewer entrance and lift the barrier for Wesley and then you can go and get Oz, but it might be better if you took Xander with you in one of the cars. We’ll ask Spike if you can use his as yours is still in the garage. I’m sure he’ll agree this once.”

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Down in the basement Spike was still trying to get Drusilla to put her arms up into the shackles so he could secure her and make sure she didn’t cause any harm to the others.

“Come on pet, be a good girl and I’ll give you a nice treat. You know how good I’m at those nice treats.”

He ran his hand up Drusilla’s thigh, hoping she would think he was going to play their nasty games and summit into letting him chain her up.

“Oh Spike, will you really play our game? Are you sure the sunshine won’t be angry that my dark prince played with his princess?”

Drusilla excitedly gave her wrist to Spike to place in the clamp of the shackle.

“Don’t I need to take my dress off? Although it is a very pretty dress. The little tree gave it to me to wear. It’s not as nice as my own, but pretty.”

Spike took Drusilla’s other wrist and put that too in its bondage.

“No pet, it’s better if you’re dressed today. Tell you what, you stay here for a minute and I’ll be right back.”

Spike needed to get away from Drusilla. Her arousal-hung heavy in the air and it sicken him. He wanted to feel and taste his mate. He’d go find her and they could have a quick cuddle or something.

In the next room along from the den where Spike was chaining Drusilla up, Willow was reciting a small spell to allow Wesley’s entrance from the sewers. As soon as it was lifted there was a knocking and the cover was lifted, but it wasn’t Wesley that came through the drain, it was Clem.

“Buffy my girl, looking good, do you know how long I’ve been down there? About 2 hours. I knocked and tried my cell phone but couldn’t get a signal. Oh my, is that yours and Spike’s baby? Where is Spike? I had some hot wings for him, but the flight took so long and when I was stuck down there I couldn’t hold off my hunger, so I ate them.”

Clem the floppy skinned demon was so excited to see his friend that he almost forgot why he’d even travelled across the sea to pass on the message Willie the snitch had given to him in LA.

“Buffy where is Spike? I’ve got a message from Willie for the both of you about Angel.”

Buffy couldn’t believe it. Clem had crossed the ocean to carry a message to her and Spike personally and from Willie of all people.

“He’s in the next room chaining up his ho-bag sire, come on, I’ll take you to him.”

Just as she walking out into the corridor with Clem behind her, she ran straight into her mate.

“Just the person I was looking for pet. Clem, is that you? What the fuck are you doing here mate?”

“I’ve got a message for you and Buffy about your grand sire from Willie. Angel’s lost his soul again. The werewolf hunter Gib Cain killed his new lover and it seems that it pushed him over the edge, losing his soul in the process. Willie also sent this.”

Clem pulled out a small bag and passed it to Spike. Clem’s stomach started to grumble again and he hoped they had some food in the house.

Spike opened the bag and then saw what it contained. An Orb of Thesulah, which would be needed to give Angel his soul back.

“Red, I got a present for you from Willie the Snitch.”

Spike passed by Buffy, kissing the top of her head in the process and made his way in the direction of the room where he could hear Willow talking.

“Red? Did you hear me? I’ve got a present for you.”

Willow came through the door just as Spike was going to go in the room. Growling he grabbed hold of Wesley who was standing right behind the young witch.

“You little wanker, you better have a good reason for being here or my have to hurt you. Badly.”

Wesley stood his ground and looked deeply into the vampire’s eyes. He could see the concern for his mate and family and new that he made the right decision coming here to help them defeat Angel.

“It won’t do you any good if you hurt me, because I am here to help you and I may know the key to solve your problems.”

TBC….

Chapter 22

Vi sat on the swing in the park opposite the Summers house. She was still fuming at the way Xander and her watcher, Andrew, had dismissed her like a child. She’d show them she was no child. Next time Angel showed his face at the door, she’d confront him and tell him to leave Spike and Buffy in peace. Otherwise, she would stake him. She still didn’t understand why the two older Slayers hadn’t sorted out this mess by staking him the minute he showed up demanding his Queen and Buffy, almost taking them with him by force. Yeah, sure, they both had some sort of tie to him, Buffy being his ex-girlfriend. But now that she was mated to Spike, surely her feelings for the dark-haired vampire were gone. Faith was a different matter entirely. She wasn’t sure how Faith was connected to the vampire.

If they wouldn’t stake him, she would.

She knew that the Council slightly changed their views about vampires without souls. Of course they were taught not to trust vampires, or to have second thoughts about staking them. Spike’s way of trying to change without a soul had thrown the Council for a loop. Now, the old members of the Council were dead. . They had changed their way of separating the world into black and white. At this moment there were two soulless vampires helping them with the mess with Tara. Vi just couldn’t understand why they were helping, and why Buffy and Faith weren’t doing their job, finally putting a stake through Angel’s heart. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the arrival of familiar car.

Angel’s black car pulled up outside the house. Angel was in a foul mood.

“Finally, here we are, and this time I’m not leaving without that child! Even if I have to kill Buffy, Faith and anyone else who gets in my way. I’m taking her with me. I’ve wasted enough time in this poxy, bloody country. It’s cold and damp; I fucking hate it here. I want to get home, where it’s warm, and I’m taking everything that’s mine with me.”

“Boss, what do you mean, everything?” Gunn was confused. What, or who, would they be taking back to L.A with them.

“Yes, everything, you igit, I’m taking my Queen, and Drusilla. She’s mine, and at least I can fuck her without her complaining if she tears or it hurts. Likes a bit of pain my Drusilla does and so will my Queen, when she’s ready.”

Seeing Angel’s car pulling up in front of the house, Vi decided that now was the time to put her plan into action. She checked that her stake was tucked up the edge of her sleeve in case things got messy. She was certain that this time, when she was done with him, Angel was going to leave. She would be the one to make sure he wouldn’t be back to bother the family inside the house again.

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At the same time in the basement, a snarling Spike still held Wesley by his throat, his feet hardly touching the ground.

“If you’re lying to me, you wanker, you won’t become Angel’s next dinner, you’ll be mine. Come on, spit it out, what is it that you’ve got to tell us?”

Buffy was watching her mate’s rough handling of her and Faith’s former Watcher.

“Spike, honey, let him go. If you bruise his windpipe, he won’t be able to tell us anything. He told Giles, he knew how to help us, and I don’t think he’d lie to the new head of the Council. Do you?

Letting Wesley’s feet touch the ground completely, Spike let his demon out, and stood face to face with Wesley.

“I mean it, prick, if you’re lying to anyone here, I will kill you. I’ll not put my family in danger for you, you wanker.”

Spike released the former watcher and stalked back, passing the room where Drusilla was chained up and calling him.

“Shut the fuck up Dru, I haven’t got time for you now!”

Giles watched the bad tempered vamp leave the room and knew that his next question wouldn’t be received well, but they needed his help.

“Spike, Spike could you please wait a minute. I need to ask you a favour. Willow needs to borrow your car.”

Spike turned on his heel, still in full demon face, and stared with blazing, yellow eyes unbelievingly at Giles.

“Are you completely fuckin’ loopy? You think that I’m going to let Red drive my classic Aston Martin DB5. You must be barmier than Drusilla, and I’ve got her chained up. Grr…”

Spike growled at Giles, intending to make the Watcher think he would do him some damage if he tried to ask him, again, for the loan of his precious car.

Buffy passed Tara to Willow, who still stood in the corridor in the basement watching the scene being played out in front of her eyes.

“Willow, could you hold her for just a minute, please? I think it’s time I calm my mate down, before he completely loses his head and bites someone, who’s not me. Spike, pack that in. Giles isn’t a bit scared of you, and you know it. Come on now, Willow will drive really carefully. She needs to go pick up Oz, and her car is in the garage getting fixed. And it’s not like she’s going alone, Xander’s going to go with her.”

Buffy had put her hand up to Spike’s brow and started to stroke the ridges of his forehead, soothing his demon. As the demon quietened down, he started to purr against her hand and pulled her to him inhaling her scent.

“Okay, Red can take my car, but if it gets one scratch on it, I’ll…?”

Spike took the keys from his pocket and passed them to Giles. Then releasing Buffy slightly, he pulled her up towards their bedroom, calling back that the others should mind Tara for a short while. He wanted his mate now. Any way he could, and he needed to be alone with her. The demon wouldn’t completely recede either, until it had had its fill of her.

As soon as Buffy and Spike had gone, Giles was in charge again.

“I suggest we adjourn to the drawing room. Willow, you and Xander go bring back Oz. I have a feeling that his presence is essential to getting Angel’s soul back. Spike had satellite-navigation fitted in all the cars from the household a few months ago. Trust Buffy to keep getting lost driving around London. It should help you get there and back quicker too. Wesley, I think you need to tell me exactly what you know about Angel’s lost soul. How we retrieve it again, because for some reason, I don’t think, this is going to be achieved with the spell we used twice before. We probably won’t be able to locate it in the ether and transfer it back to him again.”

Passing Tara to her aunt Dawn, Willow put on her jacket and called Xander down from the drawing room.

“Xander, come on, we going to get Oz.”

With a smile she dangled Spike’s car keys in front of his face.

“Wow, they’re Spike’s. Does he know you’re taking his Aston Martin? Because if he doesn’t, he’ll kill you, that’s a fact. That car’s his baby. He told me that he had it in storage for thirty years or more. He loves it more than he did the Desoto, and do you remember how beat up that car was?”

Xander was still rambling on they both climbed in the car to bring back the errant werewolf.

In the absence of Buffy and Spike, Giles assumed the mantel of leader.

“Now, I do believe we should do as Buffy and Spike have done, and go to our rooms. We should all try to get some rest, while we wait for Willow and Xander to bring back Oz. Dawn, take Tara with you. Her pram is in the hallway. I’ll carry it up for you, and she can sleep in that for now. Beatrice, stay with your grandsire please. Andrew, show Eve to one of the spare rooms in the attic, can you? Take one for yourself and Clem after you get all the Slayers in from their patrols. They can bed down in the drawing room. Faith, I do believe that Buffy keeps sleeping bags in the first floor airing closet. Wesley can share my room. It has twin beds and then we can discuss Angel, when everyone is more refreshed again. But for now, I want us all under the same roof and safe.”

Giles was exhausted. He had been awake for nearly 30 hours now, as had everyone else in the house. They weren’t all like Willow, who hardly ever needed to sleep. She had hardly slept since she cast the spell to turn every potential into a Slayer, once they reached the right age.


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Angel had been watching the house for a while for some kind of activity when the garage door under the house opened, and Spike’s classic car pull away.

“Dear me, Spike, you still have that old thing?”

He wasn’t sure, who was driving the car, but it sure wasn’t Spike. They were way too careful stopping at the give way-lines at the end of the street, before turning right and out of sight.

Vi had been waiting for her chance to sneak up on Angel. When she saw that he was distracted watching the departing car, she raised her stake, fully intending to take the vampire down before he knew what had hit him. She misjudged the vampire and was too slow. Angel whirled round, knocking the stake from her hand and grabbing her to him.

“Too slow, my precious. Does Buffy know you were going to stake her former lover? I bet she doesn’t, but I got plans for you my sweet. I was feeling a little bored, but I think you’ll make a nice plaything for a while, my lovely.”

He licked a trail down her cheek, to her breastbone, and then bundled her none too gently into the car.

“Back to the hotel now. I’ve got me a new toy to play with; and to train…”

There were tears in Vi’s eyes, as she looked back to see her watcher emerge through the front door of the house. He appeared to be looking for someone, as the car left the street. Angel sat next to her in the car, running his hand up her thigh.

Vi wondered what he meant about her becoming his plaything? And train her to do what, exactly. In that moment she realized she had been way over her head when she thought she could take down Angelus on her own.

Now she would pay for her foolishness…

TBC


PS : I got flamed last time I posted this chapter scaring away my muse for weeks. I still think it fits but if you don't please let me know why don't just scream at me and my muse......

Chapter 23.

Andrew called from the doorway for Vi. When he got no response, he turned to Faith coming down the stairs loaded up with sleeping bags. “Vi’s not answering my call. Do you think she’s just ignoring me because Xander told her off?”

“Yeah let her stew for awhile, she’ll come round. B always did when Giles told her off.” Faith wasn’t concerned for the young slayer. Spike had schooled them well enough to know not to attempt taking on any of the master vampires by themselves. If she knew Vi, she was in the park across the way sitting on a swing, sulking.


Angel pulled the struggling slayer from the car “You better behave or else I’ll have to thrall you” he whispered in her ear. A threat he meant to carry out fully, later. He still could not decide just what he should do with her. He might turn her and make her his childe, or just play with her. Placing her under a thrall would keep her in line, and he could get her to do whatever he wanted her to do. What fun he could have, and it would break the boredom of waiting for his Queen.

“Hey Boss, the elevator’s here. We going straight up to your room, or what?” Gunn asked. He was not sure he liked the idea of watching Angel play with the young slayer. He was pretty sure she’d not make it out of this alive.

Vi whimpered as Angel led her towards the elevator, her arm in his firm grip. He was managing to give the impression to anyone watching them that they were couple in love making their way to their room.

“Uh huh. No noise now and smile, lover.” Angel warned as he kissed her neck. He ran his free hand higher up her thigh, letting it wander to apex of her thighs.

Vi started to panic, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “That’s it my sweet. Panic all you want. It will only make you taste sweeter for me.” Angel was having fun with his prey as the elevator reached his floor. Pulling Vi with him, he looked pointedly at Gunn. “Go to your room, Gunn. I’ll call you when I need you.”

As the doors closed, Gunn let out the breath he was holding. He felt sorry for the young slayer. He’d seen the state of the last few meals Angel had played with. Drained and lifeless, they weren’t pretty sights for the squeamish. Their necks had been torn beyond recognition, and the multitude of bite marks to the other parts of their anatomy, were, to put it mildly, a mess. The last girl seemed to have got off lightly compared to the others. Angel had broken her neck instead of ripping it out with his fangs; not a nice way to die. At least he knew the vamp was skilled enough for it to be an instant death.

Angel dragged the now crying girl into his room and started barking orders at her. “Get rid of the hat and clothes, and then go shower. I want you clean. You smell like you’ve been in those clothes for days.” He had vamped out the minute the door had closed. With his enhanced sense of smell, he picked up the stench of perspiration Vi’s body had released since her capture. “Move now, while I concentrate on something.”

Vi made herself walk towards the bathroom and undress at the vampire’s instructions. If she complied with his wishes maybe, just maybe, she’d make it through this alive.

Angel sat on the bed undressing as he called to the clan’s higher females. He increased the strength of the call tenfold, knowing that even if Beatrice and Buffy were strong enough to ignore the pull of the bond, Drusilla wouldn’t be. It had to be being having some affect on his new Queen.


As soon as Buffy and Spike had reached their room, Spike’s demon demanded what was his. Buffy bared her neck and Spike renewed the mating claim. “MINE”, he cried, taking three strong pulls of her blood. He cut his tongue on his fangs, and sealed the mark closed. Both were extremely tired by the day’s events, and they climbed into their bed fully clothed, drifting off into a restless sleep. Neither heard the sounds of their friends making their way to their own rooms to rest.

Buffy scratched subconsciously in her sleep at the claim, her movements waking Spike. He sat watching her hands as she scratched deep gouges in the skin, leaving rivulets of blood in her wake. It was too much for the vampire to bear. He could not watch her harm herself like this and do nothing. He shook his mate awake to stop her damaging herself any more than she already had. Once awake, he lathed the wounds with his tongue, whispering all his love and want to her.

The sudden, shrill, screaming of Tara had them both jumping from the bed. Their mutual want and need for comfort from each other forgotten as they ran to their daughter’s aid. Spike followed the sounds of his daughter’s rapid heartbeat to Dawn’s room, just passed the nursery.

Dawn was sitting with Tara in her arms on her bed, when the door to her room was flung open by the worried couple. “Give her here, Nibblet,” Spike demanded. Taking Tara from her aunt’s arms, he rested her against his neck. He was hoping she would instinctively feed from him without him having to slash his own neck.

Tara refused the offering from her father, screaming all the louder as Angel’s call became too much for the tiny infant to bear. Buffy, too, was feeling the pull Angel had over them. Down in the basement Drusilla was maniacal; pulling at her restraints so much they cut in to her flesh. Her grand childe was sitting in a trance on the floor trying to ignore her great grand sire’s call.

“Spike, Angel call is stronger now it’s driving Tara and Drusilla insane, if that bloody idiot thinks I’m going to go grovelling to him; he’s wrong but we have to try stopping him calling the others.”

“Hold on baby, please hold on.” he said gently to Tara before he yelled from the door of Dawn’s room. “Giles! Get your arse in here now.”

Giles had leapt from his bed when he heard Tara scream. Wesley was not far behind him, and was quick to impart his fears.

“Giles. It’s Angelus calling the females. They can’t do anything but obey him. He’s too strong for them to ignore his call.”

“But they must try to fight it” Giles’ angry reply almost halted Wesley’s progress from the room. Giles hurried out the door to find his charges. “Come on, Wesley,” he called back to the ex-watcher. “You and I better get this sorted out now!”



Willow parked the car in the lay-by behind the battered camper van she knew would contain Oz. Deep down, she was happy she had found him, but she still felt a little nervous about talking to him after so many years. Xander was sleeping in the passenger seat beside her, snoring softly. Not wanting to wake him just yet, she left him sleeping while she went to talk to her lost love.

Oz turned to look at who was knocking on the window of the camper, and could not believe his eyes. He stared for a few moments, just taking in the sight of his beautiful red-headed love.

“Willow, how did you know where I was?”

She stood looking at the werewolf, and with a sudden flood of love and emotion in her voice, she answered her him. “I used a locator spell to find you. We need your help.”

“Why? Who needs my help?” The werewolf was a little shocked to discover that Willow needed his help in anything. She’d seemed fine when he’d last seen her. In fact, the last time he’d seen her she was having a relationship with another witch called Tara….

He had heard about the collapse of the Hellmouth on the demon grapevine. News reports had said it was an earthquake, but every demon in the world knew the truth. He had contacted Angel in LA to find out if everyone was fine before warning him not to tell the Scoobies of his whereabouts. He couldn’t have faced Willow at that moment in his life as his heart was still in pieces. His love for her had still been at the forefront of his emotions.

“Buffy and Spike need your help. Angel wants to make Tara his queen.” Willow was talking in a hurry, not explaining that Tara was the couple’s daughter.

“What’s your girlfriend got to do with Buffy and Spike? Come to think of it, Angel said Spike was buried in the Hellmouth. How did he get back?” Oz was confused. Tara was Willow’s girlfriend. What would Angel want with her? If he did turn her, what was that to do with Buffy?

“Not my Tara. Tara, their new born daughter. Please Oz. Please come.” That was all it needed for the werewolf to agree.

“Let me get my gear and I’ll be there.”

Willow thanked the Gods in silent prayer. She ran over to Spike’s car, and shaking Xander awake, barked at him. “Get in the back. Oz is coming home with us.”

“Huh, what. Oz?” Xander replied still half asleep, catching a glimpse of the werewolf’s bright pink hair. “When did we get here, Will?” he asked as he climbed in to the seat behind hers. Willow started the car while Oz put his gear in the back before he sat himself in the passenger seat beside her.

“Never mind sleepy head” Willow teased Xander. “We got what we came for. Let’s get back to London.”


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Vi was standing under the shower rubbing the sweat from her body with gel. Angel climbed in behind her, sniffing the air and licking the back of her neck. “You’re clean now. Get out of here, and get in the bed. I’ll be there shortly.”

Tears streaming down her face, Vi climbed out of the shower. She let her eyes wander down the body of the naked vampire. He was well endowed, and Vi was pretty sure that whatever he had in mind would guarantee she’d lose her virginity to him. Angel growled at her, and pointed to the bed. The frightened girl shivered all over before doing as he instructed. She climbed into the king sized bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.

In the shower Angel washed his body all over, taking special care to wash his penis. His new childe was going to become acquainted with that first, he decided. He got the feeling she was a virgin, and he really hoped she was. He’d soon find out. If she was still untouched, he’d leave her whole until after her turning. There might be a little rivalry between her and Drusilla, but if Drusilla knew her place she keep quiet about Daddy’s new plaything. Oh, this was going to work out just fine. Buffy would look after his new Queen while she took the edge off his need. Drusilla and this one would play his wicked games. He didn’t know her name, nor did he care. His new name for her would be ‘Scarlet’, like her blood.

Climbing out of the shower he dried off and went to the bed pulling the sheets away from his new toy “ Don’t be scared my sweet. You’re too precious to eat. You’ll get special treatment, and Spike and Drusilla will get a new little sister.” Kneeling next to the scared girl, Angel pushed his finger into her to see if she was indeed still fully intact. When he felt the barrier, he was ecstatic. Not caring for her feelings, he plunged his fangs into her neck and drained her to the point of death. When she was almost gone, he opened a vein in his wrist feeding the turning elixir to the still struggling slayer

“It’s no good fighting it, my sweet. Give in and you’ll be the best slayer there ever was.”

Vi swallowed the blood down, her body jerking a couple of times before she stilled. Angel pulled the sheet from the floor and covered his new childe. Hopefully this would be a quick turning. A turned slayer would help the demon anchor itself to her body all the quicker.

The richness of the blood he’d taken from the dead slayer’s neck had left him full and satiated. It had been a very long time since he had tasted pure Slayer’s blood with no toxins added.

He needed to rest now and gather his strength. Laying his head on the pillow next to his new childe, he waited for her to wake.

TBC…

PS...I know Angels lost it's please don't throw stakes at me........

Chapter 24



By the time Giles and Wesley reached Dawn’s bedroom, Buffy had quietened Tara down by offering her the breast. Spike’s demon growled as Giles entered the room, growing in intensity as Wesley crossed the threshold to join the elder watcher.

“Giles, we have got to stop that wanker calling my girls…” Spike growled out as he placed his body in front of Buffy, unconsciously trying to protect her from both sets of male eyes in the room. “Plus,” he continued, “Drusilla’s wailing is driving me up the fucking wall.”

Wesley looked away from the sight of Buffy feeding her young child. “I believe I may have the answer to help you block Angel’s calls on the higher females.” He made sure he kept eye contact with Spike as he spoke. The vampire may be angry, but he would be angrier if he and Giles did not come up with a solution to their problem. “All you need to do is claim all the females in the clan as your own; which would mean a basic claiming on each one.” Noticing the anger increase in the vampire’s eyes, he swiftly carried on. “Buffy, as your mate, would require you to renew your mating claim as well.”

Giles looked at the younger watcher with amazement; it couldn’t be that simple could it? If Spike was to claim all the females for himself, that would make him the Alpha male vampire in the clan. By rights Angelus would have to stop this ridiculous nonsense and bow down to the new pack, or in vampire terms, clan leader.

“Wesley,” Giles asked. “Are you sure that would work? Angelus would surely challenge Spike to a duel for daring to take what was his, especially Drusilla. She’s been his for over a 150 years and she always ran back to Angelus. Is that not right Spike?” Giles turned on his heel to look at the unusually quiet vampire. It seemed he and Buffy were in deep discussion, although no words could be heard.

‘SPIKE you can’t be considering that?’ Buffy’s thoughts screamed in Spike’s head. He spun round to look at his mate still feeding their child.

‘Well, it’s an idea. It could stop the bond calling for a while and at least give Tara some peace. It’s not like I want to bite her, but if I did then she could get some sleep, and that wanker couldn’t keep hurting her.’

‘No!!! You are not going to bite our daughter; she’s a bloody baby Spike, find some other way.’ Her voice was loud in his head. ‘If I have to, I’ll kill him again because I’ve done it before and I’m not scared to fuckin’ do it again’

Spike sniggered. Buffy was picking up more of his colourful language than she realised and he loved it. Moving closer to her he placed kisses down her face and neck, whispering in her ear this time that he would not do anything to any one without her permission.

“Right Rupert that’s not going to happen. Next idea?”

As Drusilla’s voice rose in pitch, filling the house with her cries, Spike thought his ears would start to bleed. “And will someone gag my fuckin’ sire before I go stake the bitch, she’s driving me insane.”

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In the basement, Beatrice sat rocking back and forth trying desperately to block out Angelus’ call. Her crazy grandsire’s wailing constantly burrowed into her brain. It was almost a relief when she felt another pull call to her; that of her own sire. Did he want her to join them upstairs? No, he wanted her to do something else, but she wasn’t clear as to what? Then it dawned on her. “Drusilla please stop screaming. I think you’re upsetting William. I don’t need him even more angry with me…Do you want your doll? Shall I get Miss Edith for you, quine?”

Abruptly the wailing and screaming stopped. With tears in her undead eyes, Drusilla looked at Beatrice. “My Spikey is being a bad puppy, listening to the sunshine and keeping his Mummy away from Daddy. Help your Grandma, Beatrice” she pleaded with the nurse. “Let me go to Daddy. I’ll tell Daddy not to punish you for disobeying him…. The pixies say daddy wants to make us all princesses in his new court. It will be us and the little pixie queen.” Pouting at Beatrice, she continued. “I want to see my new sister….” Drusilla pushed her lower lip out further and looked at Beatrice like a little lost puppy. It took a few seconds for Beatrice to understand what she had said about a new sister?

William had to be told…

“Drusilla,” she answered in a soothing voice. “I’ll need to talk to William. If you’re a good girl, I’ll ask him to let you go to Angelus,” she lied unashamedly to the vampiress chained to the basement wall. When she was sure that Drusilla would stay as quite as a lamb, she quickly made her way up to find her sire, following his scent through the house to Dawn’s room.

The scene before her as she entered the room belied belief. It was as if the whole household had gathered in the room. Her sire stood protectively in front of his mate trying to shield her from the eyes of the gathered masses as she breast-fed their child. With no room to enter, she called to her sire through the bond.

Spike looked up in surprise at Beatrice’s call. “Why aren’t you with your grandsire like I told you to be?” Spike asked his childe.

Taking a deep un-needed breath, Beatrice began her tale. “Sire, Drusilla told me she has a new sister. She says the pixies told her.” There were audible gasps heard from the young slayers gathered in the room and around the hall. As the wailing had increased through the house, the slayers had all gathered around the elder slayers for guidance.

Everyone knew exactly who the new childe of Angelus was without being told.

Fed up with all the fussing over what was going to be done to beat Angelus, Faith decided the time had come to take control. The bastard had lost his soul and snatched Vi. Now it seemed he’d turned her too.

“I’m going to stake that soulless son of a bitch. How could he do that?” Turning angry eyes towards Buffy, she pleaded with her to see sense. “B…you coming, or are you going to let that prick get away with Vi’s murder too?”

With a quick glance at Buffy to make sure she had finished feeding Tara, Spike moved across that room grabbing Faith’s arm. As the threat from a vampire rolled around her senses, Faith reacted in typical slayer fashion. She punched Spike in the stomach and ribs making him double over in pain. Buffy, incensed at the attack on Spike, quickly passed Tara to Giles ready to kill Faith for the assault on her mate.

“Right! That will do” Giles shouted at the two warring slayers. The rest of the household stood around watching the fight intently. A concerned Dawn knelt next to Spike rubbing his back as he coughed up blood on her bedroom floor. The two older slayers still continued to trade blows until they were suddenly forced apart by a single word said in Latin.

“SEMOVEO! “ A tired, angry Willow roared into the room. “Would anyone care to tell me why Buffy and Faith are fighting? And why is Spike coughing up blood on Dawn’s carpet?” The anger in her voice was evident to all in the room as she spoke. She was so very tired. She had hardly slept since Tara’s birth, researching day and night trying to break the prophecy. All she wanted was to lay her head down and recharge her magical batteries.

Everyone in the room looked at the red haired witch in astonishment. Behind her stood a rumpled looking Xander, and a person with bright pink hair who was a stranger to most of them.

“Oz!” Buffy squealed, completely forgetting her fight with Faith and pushing past Willow to hug the wandering werewolf. “How are you? Did Willow ask you to come here to help us?” she questioned the confused Oz.

“Um….Yeah”

“And once again I ask why Spike is coughing up blood; and why were Buffy and Faith half killing each other moments ago?” asked a now, very annoyed, Willow.

“Ah yes, Willow.” Giles answered, deciding that someone had to have the voice of reason in this sea of madness. “It would appear that Angelus has snatched Vi and turned her into a vampire. Faith and Buffy were fighting because Spike tried to stop Faith from staking Angelus. When he tried to hold her back, she attacked him in a fit of rage. I can understand that completely, after all she is a slayer. This caused Buffy to go into protection mode and retaliate by trying to kill Faith for injuring her mate….” Giles explanation was matter of fact, and very much to the point, as he stood with the now sleeping Tara in his arms.

Willow looked at each of them in turn. “Okay,” she answered, her voice more resolved than angry now. “Then I suggest we sort out this mess now. Buffy, you help Spike while the rest of us discuss this further in the drawing room.”



TBC

Chapter 25

“Spike. Come on. Sit up, honey” Buffy coaxed the injured vampire, all the while she silently cursed her sister slayer for beating on her mate like this. “Dawnie, take Tara into the new nursery will you? I need to get Spike up; and to get him up I’m going to have to force him to feed. I don’t want you or Tara to see that.”

Spike lay on his side with his head in Buffy’s lap. He had four broken ribs that he could feel, and a punctured lung to boot. When he was well, and they had sorted out his grand sire, that bitch Faith was going down. Not wanting to move, he lay perfectly still. Buffy wanted him to move, but he wasn’t going to comply with her wish; it hurt too bloody much to move about.

Lifting a wrist to his lips trying to get her vampire to feed, Buffy whispered to her mate. “Spike, come on. Dawn and Tara are in the nursery. Now sit up honey, I know it hurts, but you’ll soon heal if you feed.”

“Fuck off Buffy. I’m not feeding from you now.” He batted her hand arm away, before sitting back against the wall taking in rasping breaths that he didn’t really need. Coughing another load of blood over the carpet, Buffy back-handed the stubborn vampire.

“You will feed from me; I’m not taking NO for an answer from you. You need to feed, and my blood will heal you quickly. Now let’s get this done shall we?”

“Bitch!” he spat at her. “I WILL NOT feed from you. Go get me some bagged stuff.” He really didn’t want this fight of wills with Buffy, but there was no way he was going to feed from her. She wasn’t back at full strength from the blood he had taken after Drusilla had fed from him…

Buffy was more than pissed at her mate, “Fuck you” she sniped back at him as she punched his chin. She did it deliberately, hoping that it would bring his demon forward and he would feed. “I don’t know what you’re playing at Spike, but we haven’t got time for you to be all noble about feeding from me….” Tears were streaming down her face, and Spike couldn’t bear it any longer…

“I’m sorry pet, I really am. I’m just trying to help you by not feeding from you. You’ll get strong quicker, and then you and the Watcher can sort this mess with the poof …”

Sitting looking astounded Buffy sighed “Spike, I need you strong beside me. Please baby, feed and then we can both help Giles sort this mess…Yeah …”

Maybe it was the tears, maybe it was the pleading in her voice, but Spike slipped in to game pulled Buffy towards him homing in on his mating mark. Licking and nuzzling his mark until he could feel Buffy’s impending orgasm from the treatment he was giving her neck. He let his fangs imbed in her pale skin, taking deep but short pulls of her blood in his mouth. He swallowed, and Buffy moaned her release. The sound made him hard, and the need to pound into her hot channel was strong. But there would be no sex for a least other few days for them, as Buffy had still to heal from giving birth to their daughter. Letting his fangs recede Spike pulled away from Buffy’s neck, only to lay claim to her mouth.

Tasting her own coopery blood in her mate’s mouth was nothing new to the slayer, and they took turns fighting for dominance of the kiss. They mutually broke apart, and Buffy could already see the pained look was gone from Spikes eyes “Feeling better honey?” she asked, as she stood and held out her hand for him to get up from the floor.

“Much better thanks, pet, but I’ve got me own little problem to sort out and need a change of clothes” he replied as he gestured with his head down towards his nether regions.

Giggling as she pulled him towards her. “You’re going to need help with that baby?” she asked as kissed down his jaw line. Turning towards the door, she started to leave the room pulling him in the direction of their bathroom….



Down in the drawing room, Giles was doing his own impression of Spike by pacing backwards and forwards in front of the large fireplace.

“For goodness sake Giles sit down.” Willow said; a touch of anger still in her voice because she had used magic to separate the two warring slayer moments ago….

“What’s taking Buffy so long to get Dead Boy Jr down here…?” Xander grumbled to no one in particular. Everything seemed to revolve around that bleached menace and although Xander now accepted Buffy choice of mate it didn’t mean he still couldn’t gripe about it.

“Xander, You saw the state Faith here left Spike. It will take Buffy a while to sort him out.” Turning slightly, Giles looked directly at the witch. “Willow have you given any more thought to the problem we have with Angelus? Because I am now absolutely certain it is the demon we are dealing with, not Angel. Do you agree, Wesley?” Giles was standing in front of the fireplace glaring at Faith for her utter disregard for his authority upstairs. “Faith take the younger Slayers out into the backyard and put them through their warm up exercises. I can’t deal with you now!”

Wesley watched Giles take control of the situation. and he wished he had never gone to LA to help the now desouled Angel. He could have joined the ranks of the new Watchers Council, and helped right the world of it wrongs. Instead he’d helped Angelus try to destroy the oldest living slayer’s family. What had possessed him to do such a thing? “Giles, I have to agree with you. It is Angelus we are dealing with. He seemed to lose his soul after Gib Cain killed Nina his Werewolf girlfriend. She never made to her cell two lunar months ago, and we never found her body. After that, he became obsessed with Buffy’s unborn child, when I stumbled across Wolfram and Hart’s copy of the codex. God I wish I never found that book”

“Well it’s too bad to be wishing these things now isn’t it? You said you could help stop Angelus, and we need to get moving before he turns another of the slayers.” Giles had never sounded more like ‘Ripper’ than at that moment. His anger evident in every word he spoke.

Oz looked at Wesley his head tilted slightly to one side “Gib Cain! I thought Buffy sorted that bastard out? Worthless piece of shit!”

“It seems he heard rumours of Nina existence, after we rescued her from a group who want to have her for dinner. And I don’t think she was meant to be a guest. But the less said about that that better” Wesley explained.

Oz just let his wolf slip out slightly and growled, shocking most of those left in the now almost empty room. Willow sat running her finger through the irate werewolf’s pink dyed hair.


Spike stood under the hot spray of the shower. Buffy was on her knees in front of him; his cock buried deep in her throat. Coaxing him slowly to a deep intense orgasm. She started by just swirling her tongue over the weeping tip when she’d first went down to him, now he could feel her tonsils constricting against the swollen head milking him for all he was worth. “Oh Buffy love, yeah baby just there won’t be long now baby, ohhhh again, do that again”

Encouraged by Spikes babbling above her head and the way he was fisting her now matted hair, Buffy pulled out all the stops to give her mate just what he needed. Letting her index finger worm its way into his back passage, she confidently pushed against his tight hole. After just two prods against his prostrate gland, he came undone spewing thick streams of cum down her throat.

Spikes legs almost gave out on him as he came He leant back against the wall as he released his hold on Buffy’s hair. Pulling her up so she could wrap her arms around his waist, he whispered against her mouth. “Buffy, baby, love you so much, Thank you. That was fantastic, Goldilocks,” Tilting his head to one side he looked at said golden locks “Bloody Hell; I really messed up your hair baby. Come on, lets finish in here, then I’ll sit and brush it through for you downstairs while we figure what to do with Peaches, Okay, sweets?”

Buffy snuggled against Spike and nodded her head in agreement. She didn’t want this moment to end, but they could have lots more like this once Angel was dealt with.……

TBC….

Chapter 26

When Buffy and Spike arrived downstairs, they noticed that everyone was there expect for Faith, who’d been sent out with the younger slayers to train and patrol and Buffy thought ‘Good I don’t want to see that Bitch right now.’ The only others missing were Dawn and Clem who were with baby Tara, as well as Beatrice who was with Spike’s crazy sire Drusilla in the basement. As they sat down, Buffy said a quiet, “hey” to Oz and Spike nodded in his direction. Both of them were now waiting to find out what they needed to know if anything from Buffy’s Watcher.


Spike sat patiently combing the tangles from Buffy’s hair. Across the room Willow and Giles were still continuing to paw their way through the Codex, with Wesley’s help. Slowly taking apart each line of the riddle, Willow knew that they needed Oz’s help in either restoring Angelus’s soul again or staking him forever but how he fit in the puzzle was the question.

Giles was also certain that some how Dawn’s blood was needed to achieve the soul restoration. Spike looked up from Buffy’s now detangled hair and started to split it into sections for braiding. He could hear his sire screaming for attention again and sent out a silent command to his childe to shut her up… ‘Beatrice if you know what good for you; you’ll shut Dru up do anything just shut her up!’ He tugged hard on the strands of hair which he was braiding making Buffy yelp out “Ow Spike! Be careful!”

Leaning forward to place a soft kiss to the top of her head he murmured “I'm sorry Baby it’s just Dru’s driving me scatty…Let me finish your hair then I'll go down stairs and see if I can settle her myself.. Ok?” Letting his finger and hands work the long golden locks of hair faster than anyone including Buffy could see he had her hair braided into loads of small braids in moments gathering them up in a scrunchie to pull into a loose pony tail.

Before taking the stairs at two at a time Spike, gave Buffy a quick kiss and sat her down where he had been sitting. Then he went to the stairs that lead to the basement, and into the room that he had his Sire restrained in.

“Beatrice I gave you an order. Why is your grandsire still yelling her head off and disturbing the whole household? Didn’t I tell you not long ago you would start obeying me instead of the other way around?” Beatrice looked up at Spike tears in her eyes this was the second time Spike had used his sire’s command on her and she didn’t like the feeling of unworthiness it left her with. That coupled with the constant pull of her great grandsire calling to her and the other clan females she felt drained.

“I tried” she sniffled blowing her nose with unneeded breathe in to a lace handkerchief “but Angelus he’s calls to your sire and she screams to be let go to him…” Seeing that Beatrice was clearly distressed, Spike took pity on his childe and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Shh now go to your rooms, feed and try to sleep. I'll get Willow to come help me with Drusilla…” Beatrice nodded her consent and placed a brief kiss to her sire’s hand, before she turned and left the room. Spike heard her long skirts rustling along the passageway as she ascended the stairs to retrieve herself a meal and then on to her room in the attic. Turning to his still screaming sire Spike snapped at her. “DRUSILLA shut the fuck up before I cut out your tongue with a pair of kitchen scissors. It’s been a while since I’ve felt the need to inflicted such torture on another but if you keep this yelling and screaming so help me I'll not hesitate to think about doing it.

In the room above all the occupants heard Spike’s raised voice and then the sudden silence as Drusilla stopped her screaming for her daddy. Letting hold of the breath she didn’t realise she was holding Buffy got up from her seat of cradling Tara who had been brought back down from her Nursery by Dawn and Clem to seeing what her watcher and her friend were doing. “Hey how’s it going guys are you getting anywhere with this riddle thing..?”

“I’m afraid we aren’t my dear, we know for certain we need to use Dawn blood or essence to hold Angel’s soul in permanent place but how we do that is a puzzle. Willow’s has attained that Oz’s presence is required also but why is beyond all our current leads on a theory.” Giles was completely at a frustrated state with the codex now. As no-one else was working on the codex Willow had let it slip back to it original Latin, as keeping the translation spell going was draining her energies, and she had used vast quantities of those separating the two warring slayer a few hours ago…

Buffy looked at the state of her Watcher and friend Giles was cleaning his Glasses for no other reason than to ease his frustration and Willow was twinning her hair tightly around her index finger. “Right we all need a break!” Buffy declared “Dawn go put on the kettle. Andrew go help Dawn and start cooking up one of those big brunches you normally make Sunday mornings between you both… You know the thing pancakes bacon eggs ect...” Buffy’s Slayer was back in charge, no more worrying about what Angelus was doing for the next couple of hours or how they were going to stop him claiming her child as his queen. Everyone was going to take the break they needed.

Spike came up from the basement den to see Dawn and Andrew busy in the kitchen preparing large amounts of sausages bacon and scrambled eggs. Giles assistant Eve was making toast and laying it out on a serving tray... “What going on here then Niblet? Are you feeding the Five Thousand with two loaves and five fishes?” He joked as he hugged her gently.

“Buffy’s back in charge dishing out orders here there and everywhere.” Dawn grouched. “She wants everyone to take a break and be fed. Could you get the blood ready for you, Beatrice and Drusilla please? Because EWWW blood and all that yuck and use the downstairs microwave please because I need this one for heating the Baked beans… She’s even told us to make enough food though for Faith and the other Slayers, so Wesley’s gone out to call her and the younger slayers in.” A couple of minutes after Dawn stopped talking she muttered to herself, “Not that I want her in after what she did to you, Spike.” Spike ruffled the teenagers’ hair lovingly before she turned back to the food she was preparing, as Spike opened the fridge and got out the bags of human blood for the Vampire’s in the house and mugs for all of them as well. May as well have the good stuff he thought to himself.

Spike then went back down the stairs to the basement, where the microwave was that Dawn asked him to use. He opened the blood bags, poured each one in a mug and started heating it, he sent out another silent command for Beatrice to come and get a warm mug of blood he was heating for everyone. Then picked up the first mug which happened to be his, own and drained it.

By the time the second mug was heated Beatrice was back down stairs and he handed her the mug as he put the one for Drusilla into the microwave to heat up.


TBC...

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