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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….





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