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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





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