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LA COSA NOSTRA: LA FAMILIA VAMPIRE


Chapter 9: ‘Bound By Duty?’


Spike ended up on Buffy’s bedroom floor, for the rest of the morning time that is. Before he’d fallen off to sleep, the Master Vampire whispered to his mate who lay on her bed.

“I’m back, Buffy, forever. Get used to it. I’ll sleep here, tonight, that is. On this cold, lonely, bloodly awful floor that you’ve banished me to. But when it’s time, Princess,” Spike growled with his bravado, “you and I ‘will’ be mated, officially.”

“Go to sleep, William,” Buffy whispered to her vampire, wearily. “I have to go to work later today, you know that. Close your eyes, vampire and sleep the sleep of evil demons. Our son is just feet away from us now. I’m trusting you, for now, but Will?” Buffy murmered lowly.

“What, luv?” Spike asked in a low, hushed tone.

“While you’re in Sunnydale, you and your family? Please, don’t feed on innocents. I’m begging you Will, for me. For our son? If you have to feed, which I know you do, then please, please feed on criminals. On the bad guys? Otherwise…”

Spike flinched at his love’s request. He sighed, deeply and whispered, so his precious, sleeping son could not hear.

“I can’t promise, for my father, my brothers. But as for me? I promise Buffy, sweet. If I feed from a human, he’ll deserve the fate he gets. Promise Buffy.”

“Thank you,” Buffy replied in a hushed voice. “I don’t want to stake you, Will,” she added sadly. “You or your family. Please talk to them, make them understand?”

“I’ll try,” Spike cooed as he reached up to the bed and took Buffy’s tiny hand in his. “Sleep,” he whispered to his mate, “I’m here Princess. I’ll never leave you, or our son again.”

“Don’t take our son from me,” Buffy murmered, sleepily as she turned to her side and faced William. Even though he lay on the floor, Buffy could feel his presence, as if he was in bed with her.

“Promise me,” Buffy whispered with a heavy yawn. “Don’t take away my precious boy.”

“Never,” Spike responded softly. “I’ll never take our son from you, Princess,” he repeated. “Love you both too much to hurt you like that.” The vampire noticed that his ‘Princess’ was now sound asleep.

Spike fell asleep like that, soon after his Princess. The Slayer and the Master Vampire, together, but seperated by bed and floor. However, when Spike awoke in the morning? His hand and Buffy’s were still entwined together, even if Spike was on the floor and his mate was on her bed.

Spike got up first and stumbled down the stairs of the Summers’ house. He walked into the kitchen, blinking away his sleep as he looked around him.

“The orange juice is in the fridge,” Joyce Summers greeted her grandson’s father, from her chair. “Buffy won’t be up, for a while, but then, maybe you know that better then me?”

“I slept on the floor, Joyce,” Spike replied with a yawn. “Buffy slept in her virginal little bed and I crashed on the floor next to it. Nothing happened,” Spike sighed sadly.

“Oh,” Joyce whispered and resumed the task of reading her morning paper.

“How’s the gallery,” Spike asked with genuine interest. “Everything going according to plan?”

“I guess,” Joyce shrugged herself, “as far as the fund raising, or anything? We’re doing fine at the Sunnydale Gallery of the Arts.”

“Good,” Spike grunted as he flopped onto a breakfast bar stool. The vampire leaned back, forgetting that the stool didn’t have anything to lean back onto.

“Fuck!” Spike cried as he caught himself before he tumbled backwards onto the kitchen floor. “I…”

“William!” Dawn Summers squealed loudly as she ran from the ktichen door to where Spike sat, somewhat.

The dark-haired, little sister of Spike’s love, Buffy, threw herself into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Dawn whispered as she hugged Spike tightly. “Just tell me you’re going to stay? Claim my idiot sister and watch over James?”

“I want to, Bit,” Spike sighed as he patted Dawn’s dark head, warmly. “But your big sis has other ideas and…”

“What other ideas?” Buffy mumbled as she stumbled into the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator. “What’s this about, then?” The blond woman cocked a raised brow at William and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge.

Spike noticed that Buffy wore some ridiculous looking outfit, some red and white striped get up, topped off by a horribly embarrassing hat. Apparently, it was the uniform his mate had to wear to work. At this Double Meat Palace place.

“I’ve got to go up, get Jimmy,” Buffy yawned. “I’m going to be late if I don’t get going. Spike,” she glared at her son’s father. “Do me a favor? Don’t kill off half of the Sunnydale population today, huh?”

“Wouldn’t think of it, luv,” Spike chuckled. “Especially since me or my family can’t go out in the daylight. Remember?”

Spike winked at Joyce and Dawn, then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Not that ‘we’ have a problem with taking out half of Sunnyhell’s population, but…”

For some reason, Joyce and Dawn Summers broke out into sadistic laughter. This pissed Buffy off more then anything and the blond Slayer snorted in contempt.

“Oh, that’s it,” Buffy hissed at her mother and sister, “play along with this cold blooded murderer. I’m the Slayer but just take his side, won’t you?”

“Buffy, pet,” Spike purred, “we were only joshing, nothing more. I promise and…”


“I’m going to be late,” Buffy snapped at Will. “I’m going to wake up Jimmy and get him ready for day care. You all sit around here and yuck it up all you want. I’ve got things to do, places to go and people (demons) to see.”

Buffy stormed up the stairs to her bedroom, never looking behind at her mother, sister or her son’s father.

“Don’t think so,” Spike mumbled as he picked up the phone in the Summers’ kitchen. “Bit,” Spike looked at Dawn, “give me the Double Meat Palace number?”

“805-939-0666,” Dawn reeled off as if she knew it by heart.

“Thanks, Bit,” Spike smiled at his love’s sister. “Yes,” Spike began very professional like. “I am calling in for Buffy Summers. She won’t be in today, or ever again for that matter,” Spike continued with a wink at Joyce and Dawn.

After Spike had hung up the phone, Joyce hurried over to him and hugged him, tightly. “I always hated that job for my Buffy,” Joyce whispered softly. “She’s better then that, don’t you think William?”

“I know,” Spike nodded, smugly. “I’m here, now, Joyce,” the vampire assured his future mother-in-law. “I won’t let Buffy or James down, not anymore, anyway.”

“Daddy!” James squealed when he spied his father, the great Master Vampire, sitting in his Grammy’s kitchen. “I thought you might leave,” the little boy said, his dark brows scrunched together.

Buffy carried her son, James William, into the kitchen and tried to ignore the little group that sat there. She opened the nearest cabinet and pulled out a box of cereal, then went to the fridge and got a carton of milk.

“Daddy’s here, Jimmy,” Buffy mumbled, just a tad too frustrated for Spike. “But we’re almost late, honey,” she added as she plopped her son in his chair. “Eat up, sweetie,” Buffy patted James’ blond head and shot her mother, sister and her ex-lover the look of death.

After pouring James his cereal and milk, Buffy poured herself a cup of coffee. She jumped up onto the kitchen counter and tried to ignore the others, except Jimmy of course, while she sipped at her hot liquid.

“Are you going to stay, Daddy?” James asked in his little voice, virtually breaking Spike’s unbeating heart. “You won’t leave, right Daddy?” the little man asked again, his blue eyes wide with confusion.

“No, James,” Spike assured his son as he reached out and ran his cool left hand down the boy’s cheek. “I’m never going to leave you or your Mummy again.”

“Hmph,” Buffy snorted from her place on the counter. “That remains to be seen,” the blond Slayer hissed as she hopped off the counter and tossed her cup into the sink.

“Buffy?” Joyce Summers broke into the the couple’s little ‘battle’ with each other. “What the heck is Giles doing in my front living room? Passed out on our floor?” The older woman scowled at her daughter.

“He’s just visiting mom,” Buffy countered with a smirk. “Old Giles got pretty wasted last night. Showed up here with Xander and made a complete ass out of himself. What could I do?” Buffy shrugged, “I had to give the old boy a place to sleep, right?”

“I guess,” Joyce replied, a little unsure of her daughter’s explaination.

“Well,” Buffy sighed loudly, “I’m off. James needs to get to day care and I need to get to work.”

“Uhm, Princess?” Spike began, carefully. “About your job?” he continued evenly. “There’s no rush, believe me. Actually,” Spike added with a smirk, “you won’t have to worry, about the Double Meat Palace or any half-assed job from now on. I took care of everything and…”

“What!” Buffy screeched at the top of her lungs. “What do you mean, no half-assed job?” she asked in disbelief. “What did you do, Will,” she hissed as she closed the gap between her and James’ father.

“ I called and told that ponce of a boss of yours that you quit,” Spike nodded firmly. “I’m here now, Buffy,” he grinned at his girl, “you don’t need some lousy job to support our son and yourself. Once I’ve claimed you…”

“Ahhhgggg!” Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs. She immediately felt guilty when she saw her young son flinch in terror.

“Mummy,” James sniffed, his blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Mummy’s fine, honey,” Buffy whispered to her son as she picked him up from his chair. “I’m just tired, baby,” Buffy assured the boy. She shot William a nasty glare and began to hurry towards the kitchen door.

“Why leave?” Spike asked with just a tad of snark. “You have no where to go, right?”

“Shut up, Will,” Buffy hissed at her ex. “I have a lot of places to go and…”

“Don’t tell Daddy to shut up, please Mommy?” James whimpered in Buffy’s arms.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Buffy rasped as she held her son tightly, to her. “Daddy makes Mummy mad sometimes. I can’t help it.”

“Is it because he’s a big bad vampire, Mama?” James asked, his blue eyes filled with confusion.

“Yes, no, maybe, oh Jimmy,” Buffy sighed in exasperation, “I don’t know. I sometimes wonder myself why your Daddy irritates me so.”

“I’m part vampire, right, Mama?” James asked, his head tilted to one side.

“Yes,” Buffy whispered softly, “you are, Jimmy.”

“But you don’t yell at me, right Mama?” Jimmy asked, his blue eyes filled with confusion.

“Buffy, honey,” Joyce interjected quickly, “why don’t I stay at home, with Jimmy today. You and William talk, try and settle some things. We can all eat supper tonight, together?” Joyce offered the ‘olive branch’ trying to bring some peace and tranquility to the household.

“Supper sounds great, Mom,” Buffy replied, sarcastically, “especially if we’re having steak tartar. Or blood on a platter!” The Slayer shook her head and handed her mother Jimmy. Before anyone could say another word, Buffy stormed out of the back door and into the Summers’ garage.

Just seconds later, the group in the kitchen heard the roar of Buffy’s pink Mustang, gearing up and screeching out of the driveway.

“I suppose this isn’t a good time for me to follow her?” Spike asked with a raised left brow.

“No, I don’t suppose,” Joyce answered quietly. “You’ll fry like a potatoe, as soon as you leave this house. Right now, anyway,” Joyce began to giggle loudly.

“Can we play together?” James asked, shyly, of his father. “While Mama is gone, can we play a game? Watch TV together?”

“Yes,” Spike murmered softly into his son’s ear as he took him from his grandmother. “We’ll watch TV, play a game or whatever you want, poppet. Let’s just spend some time together, shall we?”


Buffy was sitting in Willow Rosenberg’s apartment, biting her nails and chewing on her lower lip.

“He just shows up, after three years, Wills,” Buffy hissed as she sipped a glass of merlot. “Expects me to just fall into line, take him back and…”

Willow was less then thrilled that her best girlfriend, Buffy, was sipping wine at 11:30 AM. In her apartment. But this hinted to Willow that things were not of the great with Buffy Summers.

“Now wait a minute Buff,” Willow sighed as she sat next to her friend. “William was run out of town, right? It’s not like he had a choise to leave, or stay, did he? I know it wasn’t you that sent him away, not really, but, everyone else made sure he vamoosed. You really can’t blame the guy, William I mean, for leaving. I suppose it’s hard to stick around when ten or more angry citizens are chasing you with torches and stakes? Especially when the citizens’ group is being led by your girlfriend, the Slayer?”

“I had no choice in that, Willow,” Buffy pouted. “If I had not run William off? The Watcher’s Council would have, except they would have finished him off, for good.”

“I know,” Willow nodded her red head, “but try and look at it from your William’s point of view. He was sent away, three years ago, only to find out that the love of his unlife ‘you’ had given birth to his son. That’s harsh, honey, even for a vampire, right?”

“Right,” Buffy mumbled, reluctantly. “It’s just that he comes back now, tries to take control of my life. Of our son’s life. This is just not ‘me’ Willow. I can’t have some guy, man or vampire try and take over my life. Could you?”

“No,” Willow said firmly, “but then, I’m not the Slayer. And,” she continued seriously, “I’m not the mother of a vampire’s child. Especially a ‘mafia vampire’s’ son. This is big, Buff,” Willow stated somberly, “very big.”

“Yeah,” Buffy stammered nervously, “I know.”


“Do you love him, still,” Willow asked her best friend.

“Yes,” Buffy responded without hesitation. “I love William, desperately. But Spike Aurileous? I wonder.”


The day passed, quickly, and Spike entertained his son, James, with all of the best intentions. Joyce Summers stayed home from her job that day and looked in on Father and Son from time to time.

Dawn had school, so she had left, earlier, on the back of some boy’s Vespa bike. Once Giles had woken up, with a horrible hangover, Joyce had sent him on his merry way.

“Who’s that?” Spike had asked Joyce abruptly, when the blond young man had arrived to escort Dawn to school.

“That,” Joyce smiled at her grandson’s father, “is R.J., Dawnie’s kind of boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Spike said gruffly, thinking about his youngest brother, Connor and the boy’s feelings for Buffy’s sister. Spike knew that Connor would not appreciate this rival for his Dawn’s affection. That spelled trouble, really, especially since Connor could rip this R.J.’s head off at a moment’s notice.

Later, Spike put James down for a nap and headed back out to the kitchen to find Joyce. He did find her, sitting on a kitchen chair, looking out of a small garden window.

“Joyce,” Spike called to Buffy’s mum, “can we talk now? James is asleep and I need to talk to you. About my Buffy,” he said, almost shyly.

“Of course, William,” Joyce nodded and motioned for the vampire to sit down, across the table from her.

“Is she happy?” Spike blurted out, abruptly. “Is my Princess happy or at least content in her life?”

Joyce gave Spike a sorrowful look, then shook her head. “No, my daugher is not happy, or even content, William,” she replied. “How could she be? She’s bound by duty to a cause that she lost real interest in, long ago. Her heart says ‘leave’ but her conscious says ‘stay’ and how does anyone reconcile themselves to that?”

“Am I her heart,” Spike asked, his voice in a soft whisper.

“You’ve always been her heart, William,” Joyce answered honestly. “You, and now your son together. If you ask me? My daughter would gladly throw all of her earthly, Slayer duties aside and run off to anywhere she could with you and James. But,” Joyce sighed heavily, “please don’t ever tell her that I said this.”


Buffy, who was still at Willow’s apartment, finally picked up her cell phone and speed dialed her house phone number. It was nearly 7:00 PM and Buffy was rather relieved when her mother, Joyce, answered the phone at the house.

“Hey, Mom,” Buffy greeted the older Summers woman. “I just wanted to check in, with you. About James. Everything okay?” Buffy asked, a little nervous by now.

‘What if William took off with James?’ Buffy wondered anxiously. “He never promised that he wouldn’t. What if? What if I shouldn’t have left and…’

“Everything’s fine honey,” Joyce eased Buffy’s worries. “William’s been here, all day and evening, with James. He’s being so good with him, honey. I mean, William’s the ultimate Daddy and…”

“Please, mom,” Buffy pleaded softly, “don’t you start with the merits of the Master Vampire Daddy and all. I don’t think I could take it. Okay,” Buffy continued all business like. “I’ll be home, about midnight. Please make sure Will is, no, make that Spike is gone when I get there. Let him run off, to the place where ‘mafia vamps’ go to get counsel.”

Joyce glanced, nervously at her grandson’s father, who was feeding James right now. The vampire frowned and then glared at the phone receiver in Joyce’s hand.

“Midnight, you say?” Joyce replied, lightheartedly. “Patrolling, dear?” the mother asked her daughter.

“Maybe,” Buffy spat, exasperated, “maybe not. Maybe I just have a date? Anyone think of that?” Buffy smirked to herself, knowing full well she had no date and more then likely would not have one. Ever.

“Date!” Joyce gasped out loud, without meaning to.

“Date!” Spike roared from his place by the kitchen table. “She fucking better not have a date or I’ll rip the bastard’s head off! When I find him that is.”

“William!” Joyce screeched loudly. “I won’t have that cursing in front of my grandson!”

“Sorry, Joyce,” Spike replied, contritely. “But if my soulmate is out wondering around Sunnydale, with some worthless whelp of a boy and…” Spike suddenly stopped, mid-sentence and leapt up from his chair.

“You’ll watch James, right?” Spike asked his Buffy’s mum.

“Of course, but…” Joyce was cut off by the whoosh of a vampire as he sailed past her. When William had reached the kitchen door, he turned and winked at his son.

“See you later, Jimmy,” he grinned at the boy. His clone.

“Bye daddy,” Jimmy responded, happy to know that there would be a later with his daddy.

“William,” Joyce called after her daughter’s soulmate, “take care. Don’t push Buffy too much, she just might ‘shove’ back!”


Buffy strolled along ‘Peaceful Slumber Lane’ the largest road in the Restfield Cemetary. She twirled a stake in her right hand and an axe in her left one.

“A hundred vampires hung out to fry; a hundred vampires hung. If one of the vampires happens to get staked? Ninety-nine vampires hung out to fry…”

“Cute tune,” came a deep, familiar voice, through the thick cemetary air. “Love the lyrics, but I’ll give it an ‘6’ cos’ it’s a bit hard to dance to?”

“Come out Riley,” Buffy hissed as she took her best vampire ass kicking stance. She turned to look behind her, only to find that her ‘vampdar’ had not disappointed. Riley Finn was not three yards from her back, to the right.

“Fancy meeting you here, Buff,” Riley chuckled evilly as he closed the gap between himself and the Slayer. “Of course,” he hesitated, his dark brows scrunched together, “since I followed you. Not much of a surprise, huh?”

“Let’s get this over with, Riley,” Buffy responded with a rather bored sigh. “Should I start? Or would you like the honors?” She smiled at him, rather smugly and flipped her old friend off, just for good measure.

“I’ll start,” came another, less familiar voice to the right of Buffy. The Slayer glanced over to see Riley’s old Initiative friend, Graham. Well, what was ‘left’ of Graham anyway, since old Riley had turned the young man, immediately.

“No,” came another raspy voice, this time to the left of Buffy, “let me start this dance with the Slayer.” Forrest, another of Riley’s old friends stepped out of the shadows and bared his demon visage.

“I’d love to ‘fang’ the little Slayer,” another vampire intoned as he stepped forward to reveal the once Captain of the Sunnydale High School football team, Gage Garrison.

“Only after I get a ‘bite’ at her,” Holden Webster snarled, amicably, as he stood next to Riley. “After all,” the dark haired ex-soccer player grinned, “I almost nailed sweet Buffy here. In our Freshman year. Remember Buff? It was Homecoming and…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Buffy hissed at the five vampires, together. She turned, quickly to take in the her five foes, at once.

“There will be no fanging, or anything else. As for Homecoming Holden? I believe I was pretty wasted at the time, otherwise, why would I even be seen with a punk like you?”

“Listen bitch,” Holden hissed as he neared Buffy, “you’ll need to be wasted by the time we’re finished with you. Right Riley?”

The dark haired vampire turned to face his leader. “Right Riley?” Holden asked again, a less harshly now.

“Don’t piss off my boys, Buff,” Riley advised with a sly smile. “As much as I want you for myself? Don’t think I won’t share you, if I have to.”

“Share this,” Buffy snarled as she flung her ‘special’ stake right at Gage’s unbeating heart. Her weapon hit home and the once human football hero fell to dust, before everyone’s eyes.

“Less to share with,” Riley shrugged as he closed the gap between him and Buffy. “Never liked the fuck anyway,” he glanced at the pile of ashes that was once his minion.

“Join us,” Riley ordered Buffy, gruffly. “Join us, willingly or we’ll take you. And your son.” The tall, fair haired vampire suddenly appeared right next to the Slayer.

Buffy was about to respond, snarkily, when she spied the huge, blood red ruby ring on Riley’s left ring finger. There was something about his ring, something familiar. Like she’d seen a picture of it, in one of Giles’ big books.

“It’ll go better for you,” Riley whispered into Buffy’s nearest ear. “If you come, willingly. I’ll not share you with anyone, sweetheart,” he purred. “Just trying to keep the troops in line. When I take you? You’ll be all mine, promise,” he finished with an evil laugh.

“Fuck off, Riley,” Buffy repeated as she spun about and kicked Riley in the head with her right foot. The big, lumbering vampire recovered, quickly, and slugged Buffy as hard as he could. The petite Slayer flew into a crypt wall and was dazed for a moment. Before a minute had passed, however, Buffy stood up and rushed Riley with all of her might.

Buffy countered with a roundhouse kick, to the side of Riley’s stupid big head, that sent the vampire flying. The Wu Tang Clan’s leader landed in a heap against a large tombstone.

“Still think I’ll be all yours, asshole?” Buffy screeched loudly as she ran at Riley and kicked him between the thighs, right in the middle of his vampire balls. She began to laugh, manically and shoved the vampire up against the tombstone, her tiny hands about his throat.

“Beg me,” Buffy hissed harshly, “beg me to spare you, asswipe. If you beg? I might just…”

“Might just what?” came the smooth, deep British voice of Spike Aurileous. “Might just let the fuckhead unlive?”

Buffy spun about and saw her William, standing in all of his vampire glory, his black leather duster billowed out about him. She had never seen anything so damn beautiful in her entire life.

“Will,” Buffy whispered in awe as she let go of Riley’s neck and stood up to greet her ‘mate’ with traitorous relief.

Just behind Will, Buffy saw his brothers, Angel and Connor, along with Charles Gunn, or what used to be the one time Scoobie. The four ‘male’ vampires looked at Buffy with such reverence and respect, that Buffy felt like crying.

“Step away from that fuck,” Spike ordered his woman, evenly. “No one talks to my mate with such disrespect,” he added angrily. “I’ll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat, boy,” Spike snarled at Riley.

“Damn, Spike,” Connor suddenly chimed in, “Buffy kicks ass!”

“That she does,” Spike chuckled proudly as he joined his ‘girl’ and glared at Riley. Spike leaned into the other vampire, intent on tearing the asshole, limb from limb.

“Spike!” Angel cried suddenly as Holden, Graham and Forrest attacked him from the side. The three Wu Tang’s had Angel trapped as they began to rip at the dark haired Aurileous.

“Angel,” Spike growled and the Master Vampire leapt twenty feet to capture the one they called Holden by his neck.

Buffy watched, mesmerized as her William ripped Holden from his brother, Angel, and tore the younger vampire’s head off in one fell swoop. If she hadn’t been so physically ill, for some reason, Buffy would have been damn proud of her Will.

“We’ll be back,” Riley hissed from behind Buffy and grabbed Graham, his apparent leiutenent. The Tang’s leader dragged the bewildered Graham with him as he fled from the scene.

“You’ve always been good at running,” Buffy whispered after Riley. Her disgust with her ex was apparent.

The Slayer turned to see Angel now ripping poor Forrest apart, leg by leg, arm by arm. Again, if she had not been so revolted, Buffy might have applauded.

The remaining Aurileous’ watched as Andrew, a mere fledgling fled after his leader and Graham, leaving them behind. Spike joined Buffy, by her side, once again and took her hand.

“Why?” he asked quietly as he stared into her lovely emerald eyes. “Why did you come out here? Alone and without me? I’m back, I told you that, why defy me and…”

“Defy you!” Buffy gasped loudly, ignoring the odd looks from William’s family and soldier. “Defy you?” she continued in disbelief.

“You come back here, after three years and…”

Before Buffy could say another word, Spike pulled her to him and crashed his lips down onto hers. This, apparently, shut the Slayer up, for a while anyway.

Angel and Connor, even Gunn watched with matching smirks as their older brother, the great Master Vampire, kissed Buffy the Vampire Slayer into oblivion. Even more interesting? Buffy kissed Spike back, equally into oblivion.

“Maybe this is how you ‘slay’ a Slayer?” Angel chuckled warmly as he watched his brother continue to kiss Buffy.

“Maybe,” Connor sighed, wistfully. “I just hope I can learn how to slay a Slayer’s sister.”

“They were always like this,” Charles Gunn piped up, his dark eyes filled with fond memories. “Spike and Buffy were always getting’ jiggy with each other. Too bad some dickheads from the Watcher’s Council had to go and fuck everything up for them.”


Buffy pulled away from William, still panting from his kisses. She glanced at the remaining three ‘good vampires’ (and she thought this term, loosely) warily.

Spike frowned in loss of contact with his mate and he tried to pull Buffy even closer to him. “Mine,” he hissed as he bent his head to take in his woman’s lips, just one more time. For now anyway.

“Maybe,” Buffy purred seductively as she slid past her William and stood in front of Angel, Connor and Gunn.

“Where is your father,” Buffy asked Angel with as much bravado as a Master Vampire. It was important that she speak with Marcus, as soon as possible.

“In his lair,” Angel offered, reluctantly, giving only the most basic information. “If you want,” Angel grinned at the little blond Slayer, “I’ll take you there?”

“William will take me there,” Buffy answered firmly. “Tomorrow that is. For tonight? I”ve got a son to attend to. Well,” she continued, almost shyly, “I mean Will and I have a son to attend to.” She glanced at her ‘white knight’ vampire, bashfully.

Spike grinned at his brothers and his minion as he took Buffy by the hand. He began to walk off, headed towards the house on Revello Drive.

“Buffy,” Connor called out softly, “can I meet Dawn?” the youngest Aurileous asked, almost shyly.

Buffy turned about and looked at the shaggy haired young vampire. The poor guy was almost blushing from embarrassment at his request.

Something in Connor’s mannerisms reminded Buffy of three years before. When William had come to Sunnydale and approached her for the first time.

“I’ll see,” Buffy responded quietly to the young demon. “It’s up to Dawnie, after all,” she finished.

“See you tomorrow,” Spike barked back at his brothers and friend. He held fast to Buffy’s hand and strode off to Revello Drive and their son.


A/N: I’m really confused here. I am not sure if I should continue this or not? Well, thanks for reading and please review. Luv, Spuf

(PS Oh, can you guess what the ring is?)





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