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...
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