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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…





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