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Okay I've finally got a new chapter to post...Please be kind when reviewing my muse is rather fragile at the moment and keeps going on strike...

Many Thanks goes to Smlcspike for her constant encouragment and in put to this chapter...

So Honey this chapter is just for You!
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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