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LA COSA NOSTRA: LA FAMILIA VAMPIRE


Chapter 26: ‘Act III: The Final Battle’


A/N: Well, I meant this to be the final chapter, honest. However, when about the middle of writing it? I decided that I would have to leave too many damned loose ends! So…..here’s hoping this is the second chapter to the end; or a maybe an epilogue after this.

If there is any interest, I may possibly do an epilogue to this, but in the form of a separate, short ficlet.
Thanks, spufette.



Chapter 26: ‘Act III; The Final Battle’




It was over, really, in just moments; the whole ‘Aurileous Family vs. Wu Tang Clan’ turf war. Without their master vampire, Riley Finn, to lead them? The Wu Tang fell in droves and crumbled like dust on the massive cavern floor. The Aurileous soldiers completely overwhelmed the Wu Tang; all of them, excluding Graham, who they allowed to unlive for some reason.

Not that Riley was much of a master vampire, much less leader of any clan. After all, young James Summers-Aurileous had taken the blustering, egotistical wanna’ be godfather out. With just a well placed fling of his cleverly hidden stake. Well, his mother’s stake to be exact.

However, Riley had been the Wu Tang’s bumbling leader and with him gone? The clan’s fate was sealed from the start.

“Not much of a bloody turf war,” Spike noted off-handedly to his wife. A bit of Spike was saddened at that thought. He always did like a spot of violence and this had proved to be pretty bloody pathetic; by gang war standards that is.

Buffy noticed the smirk on her handsome husband’s face and smiled despite herself. “Yeah, they just don’t ‘make’ vampire gangs like they used to,” she snorted in reply.

“Somebody is going to have vacuuming bill. Anyone have a spare Hoover on them?” She quipped sarcastically as she surveyed the mounds of vampire dust all over the floor of the cave.

Spike coolly flipped a cigarette into his mouth, all the while chuckling at his wife’s witty barbs. Buffy reached in to her pocket and pulled out his beloved lighter. “Here,” she purred as she lit the flame, “allow me, baby.”

Spike winked at Buffy and took a long drag on the smoke before he reached over and pulled her into his arms.

“Baby,” he purred in that low, sexy, growly voice that just melted Buffy’s insides. “You’re the greatest!”

Then, Spike kissed his bride, passionately, ignoring the snorts, growls and mumbling about him.

“If you’re quite finished,” Giles interrupted the couple, “I think we should take James and get the bloody hell out of here.”

The watcher appeared extremely agitated, which was understandable enough. After all, Rupert Giles had to get back to his house; his best bottle of scotch and get to writing in his watcher’s journal about tonight.

‘They’ll absolutely go around the bend at the Council when they hear about this,’ Giles reasoned in his head. The older man could not help but feel giddy with anticipation. This was a major coup on his part; to have been witness to the vampire gang war of the millennium.

“Right,” Spike muttered, reluctantly pulling his mouth away from his luscious bride’s lips. “Got the little sprog here too, to think about,” the blond vampire blessed Buffy with a cheeky grin. He rubbed her flat tummy, as if to emphasize exactly what he meant.

“I’m with the bleached menace and the ‘G-man’ on this one,” Xander grumbled anxiously as he limped up to the group.

Buffy had to wonder why Xander looked as if he’d just gone three rounds with Evandar Holyfield? As far as she knew, Xander hadn’t raised a finger to fight anyone, much less deserve this disheveled, beaten up look he wore.

“I think we should spilt and pronto,” Xander mumbled anxiously as he looked around.

“Just what fucking decade are you from Harris?” Angel asked with a smirk of contempt. “The last time ‘I’ knew of, split wasn’t used since…..”

“What fucking ‘century’ are you from ‘undead’ boy?” Xander snorted in retaliation.

“Weren’t you born when like Columbus sailed into the West Indies and…..”

“Not hardly!” Angel growled menacingly. “I’ll have you know that I’m not even two-hundred years yet and…..”

“Enough!” Marcus Aurileous roared from his spot just yards from the bickering duo.

“Let’s go,” Marcus commanded gruffly, “I want my family back together, immediately. My daughter-in-law needs to go home and rest. She’s having my next grandchild after all.”

The Godfather smiled, benevolently at his beautiful daughter-in-law. He no longer just saw the wisp of a girl as a threat or the slayer of his kind. Buffy was his son’s life mate, eternally, and Marcus would do anything to protect her; just as he would his own family of vampires.

“What about him?” Angel asked, somberly, with a nod at Graham.

“Oh, I’ve got a mission for ‘him’ be assured,” Marcus chuckled deeply, motioning Gunn to grab Graham and bring him along.


“Oh thank God!” Joyce Summers exclaimed excitedly as she hugged her oldest daughter to her. The older woman then swept little James out of his father’s arms and clutched his tiny but strong body to hers.

“Oh, God, I was so worried,” Joyce sobbed almost incoherently. “When Dawnie brought Connor back and told us where you were and what was going on? Buffy, I nearly died,” she cried.

“I know Mom,” Buffy grumbled sheepishly. “I know it’s been hard; for you; for Dawn and for all of us. I don’t know, I’m thinking maybe it’s time I retired,” the slayer sighed as she glanced at her watcher.

“You’re fucking right it’s time you retired,” Spike growled as he wrapped his arm about Buffy, protectively. “In fact, I’m going to bloody well make sure you retire,” he finished with a dark scowl at Giles.

Buffy looked over at the beloved living room couch; Dawn and Connor sat together, their hands entwined. The slayer sighed heavily and turned to look at her watcher; her surrogate father.

“Giles,” Buffy began quietly, her sentence trailed off, unfinished.

“It’s all right, dear heart,” Giles murmured in his soothing, hushed voice that Buffy loved so. “I know it’s time to let you go,” the watcher added sorrowfully. “I shall miss you, terribly,” he finished.

“I release you, Buffy,” Giles spoke again in an even enough tone. Although there was a slight hitch in the older man’s voice. “Your obligations to the Council; the world and me. They are finished, dear.”

“Thank you Giles,” Buffy whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her slim arms about the man and hugged him tightly.

“That is it then,” Marcus interjected on the tender moment. “My daughter-in-law will come home to Transylvania, with her husband and children. She…..”

Before the Godfather could finish, Spike cleared his throat and strode over to his father. Spike looked solemn and serious; gone was the patent smirk he usually wore.

“Da…” Spike began evenly, “I think we’d better talk,” he finished by staring his old man right in the eye.

“You’re not coming home, are you?” Marcus asked quietly, his usual commanding roar and bravado was obviously absent.

“No,” Spike replied respectfully. “My family, Buffy, our kids; they come first Dad. They always will and…..”

Marcus sighed and sat down on the big chair that was once Hank Summers’ favorite. The Godfather gazed, evenly at his oldest son; his heir and did something no one could have expected. He shrugged his massive shoulders and nodded his handsome head.

“I knew this would happen,” Marcus mumbled, not unkindly to no one in particular. “You were always too much of a rebel, William; always too much your own master vampire to follow the Family rules. When Buffy here came into your unlife; gave you your child…I should have known.”

“I can’t do it, Da,” Spike stated somberly, “can’t turn my wife into a vampire; the undead. Especially now that she’s givin’ up the ‘mission’ and all. I don’t think I could ever have made her immortal, Da, not like that,” Spike finished with a shake of his head.

“Buffy ‘is’ already immortal,” Giles and Marcus cried simultaneously.

“What?” Buffy gasped in shock, clutching her son to her. “What the heck do you mean? Immortal? How? When?” She stammered anxiously as fire began to burn in those emerald green eyes of hers.

“The claim,” Spike answered for everyone. “It was the claim, wasn’t it Giles?” The vampire walked back to his wife and son, embracing them both in his strong arms.

“It was,” Giles admitted sheepishly. “Marcus and I always knew about it; the claim I mean,” he added. “I wanted Buffy immortal,” the watcher continued as he took in the stunned looks on everyone’s faces about him. Everyone of course, except Wesley and Marcus’ faces.

“Wesley made it clear that a slayer that was claimed by a master vampire would become immortal,” Giles added. “We thought it best, for you,” he nodded at Spike, Buffy and James, “if we kept that little bit of information to ourselves. Spike loved you enough to claim you for ‘love’s’ sake, Buffy. We felt it best to allow you to think that the claim was merely a wedding bond. Immortality is an added bonus, I guess you could say.”

“But, what about Mum?” Spike asked in confusion. “Why…..”

“I turned your mother because she was injured, William,” Marcus grumbled harshly. “She insisted on following that ridiculous duty of hers, slaying that is. Even after we had mated and I had claimed her. Buffy is released from her obligations to the Council; she is in no danger from slaying anymore. Therefore…..” Marcus left the sentence unfinished as he hung his magnificent head.

Buffy disentangled herself from Spike and their son. She slowly walked to where the ancient Godfather sat; seemingly so defeated, even though he had won the war.

The now ex-slayer kneeled on the floor before her father-in-law and placed her tiny hands on either side of the vampire’s face. She lifted up his head so she could gaze into his blue eyes; the same eyes as her husbands.

“Then I have you to thank for many things,” Buffy whispered in a breathy little voice before she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Marcus’s lined forehead.

Marcus looked shocked, momentarily, then grinned widely at his lovely daughter-in-law. The mother of his only grandchildren. His blue eyes gleamed in delight at the young human woman who had captured his beloved son’s unbeating heart.

“We thought, William and me,” Buffy murmured tenderly, “that we’d settle outside of London. At your Anne’s family estate and raise the babies.”

“I’d like that,” Marcus replied with a contented sigh. “Anne would have liked it,” he added happily.

“You’ll bring my son; my grandbabies to see me?” Marcus asked hopefully.

“You know I will,” Buffy replied gently; she turned to smile at her husband and son.

“Well, Angel,” Marcus sighed, “I guess it’s up to you to take the reins of the Aurileous Family. When I meet the pointy end of a stake for see the sunlight for the last time that is,” the Godfather added wistfully.

“Oh, Dad,” Angel chuckled, “you’ll be around until ‘He’ himself decides to end the world. On ‘His’ own terms,” the dark-haired vampire finished sincerely.

“Maybe,” Marcus grunted. “Maybe not. However, I do want to go home to Transylvania,” he sighed deeply. “I miss Jenny and even batty Drusilla. We shall leave, immediately,” he ordered with a stern look at Angel, Wesley and Connor.

“But Dad,” Connor cried (nearly whined really). “This weekend is Dawn’s Junior Prom. I promised her I’d be her escort to the festivities. They're having the prom at Disneyland, Dad! I have to go!”


A/N: Well, the last third of this original chapter got cut off. Sigh…

Anyway, please read and review. The next chapter will tie up loose ends and give some insight to what happened to our fave characters.

Thanks again, spufette.





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