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Chapter 22 - Healing Powers




*Single Quotes = thoughts to oneself or between Buffy & Spike

Chapter 22

William walked over to the spot where the ashes lay on the floor. The youngest vamp in the room bent down, then reached over to separate the ashes into four quarters. He took four vials out of his pocket. As he poured each vial of liquid over the individual piles, he whispered words of a spell so softly; even the vampires in the room could not hear him.

Within moments, the ashes had disappeared from existence. This ensured there would be no way that anyone could try to resurrect the dead man in the future.

William slowly rose up and turned towards his vampire family. Both father and son walked towards each other and embraced.

With relief laced through his voice he spoke, “It’s over Dad. All these years of pain and it is finally over.”

William pulled a pair of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered one to his dad. After William lit his smoke, he held the flame towards his father. Spike leaned over to catch a spark off one of his prized possessions. The sound of the metal clicking throughout the basement indicated the flame was extinguished.

“So William, do you want to tell me when you became a vampire?” Spike asked.

“We’ll I was a half breed up until I was about 16. That was the year I got sick. By then I was living with Aunt Willow full time. Both she and Grandmother Dru brought me to the best demon hospitals, but there was nothing they could do about the leukemia that was attacking my human side. The only person who could have saved me would have been mum, but she was dead. The Demon Council banned teleportation in the new world at the time, so we could not go back in time to get the blood we needed from her. The leukemia was so quick, that it was going to stop my heart from pumping within a week’s time after we found out about the disease.”

William paused for a moment to take a breath. Then he looked over to Drusilla.

“Grandmother Dru, she had a vision, as did Aunt Cordy. They both confirmed that my vampire side would not reanimate my heart once it died. They gave me the choice, to pass on from life or be turned. I asked Grandmother Dru to turn me.”

William felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, then the feel of her arms wrapping around him.

“My wonderful, precious grandson. Are you going to save great grandmummy tonight like you saved mummy?”

William nodded, and then sliced his wrist for her. She took his wrist in her diminutive hand and slowly brought the blood to her lips. She loving took one strong pull of blood from him. As she laved the wound closed, she turned to Angel and Spike.

“Your turn to help me,” she said as she moved towards Spike. “Don’t be afraid, all will be good.” She gently took Spike’s wrist to her mouth and bit through his flesh. She took the same amount of blood from Spike as she had William.

As she did this, William whispered the words to a spell.

“Darkness took away,
Heaven kept safe,
Return thy will to thee
Along with clarity.”

William finished his words as Drusilla finished taking her final pull of blood from Angel. Dru looked up at Angel and punched him clear across the room. Angel hit the back of the wall. Stunned, he slid down the wall and did not bother to move.

“Sorry Angel, but I had to do it. I think you’ll agree it is just a small price to pay for what you took from me. I feel better though having done that. William I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to you. I feel like I have finally been freed. Of course it will take me awhile to adjust to the spark inside me.”

William walked over and gave Drusilla a bear hug. “Good to have you back Grandmother Dru.”

Next, he turned to his father and looked him in the eyes.

“Dad, promise me you’ll treat mom good. Promise me you’ll stick by her no matter what, and promise me you will be faithful.”

“I will. I promise you son, I will make a better life for you both than you had.”

“Thanks Dad. When I go back, I’ll be able to see for myself.”

“When are you going back?”

“Soon, I just want to see mom one more time and explain things to her. I just want to spend a moment, just the three of us as a family.”

Spike grasped William’s hand and led him to the elevator. Drusilla and Angel stayed behind in the cellar. Before the elevator door closed, William gave them his parting words.

“Angel, in a few years you’ll get the crazy idea to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart. Believe me when I tell you, very bad idea. Don’t do it. Instead, you should focus on researching the First and rehabilitating Faith.”

“Grandmother Dru, I love you. Just keep being you that is all I ask.”

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As the doors of the elevator reopened, Spike and William stepped out together. Before Spike opened the door, William reached out and stopped him.

“Dad, first you have to have Aunt Willow bring the infant version of me into a separate room. I’m sure you know the drill about being to close to your past self. We could cancel each other out and not exist at all, or worse cause an inter-dimensional rift capable of initiating an apocalypse.”

Spike nodded at his son. William waited outside while his father stepped in and ensured that little William was safe. Adult William was pretty positive his dad was spending extra time cuddling with the infant form of himself. After all, his vampire hearing did not lie.

When Spike was finally ready, he opened the door and motioned for William to come in. Spike did not need to express in words which room they would find Buffy in. All they both had to do was reach out with their senses and feel her.

William became aware that his mother was awake. Throughout this entire ordeal, he had never been so nervous. It would be the moment of truth. His mother would be happy, loving, and sane or she would be lost forever.

William said a silent prayer to the Powers That Be before his father opened up the door to the room. He watched as his father swiftly made his way over to his mother and smothered her with his affection.

She seemed unmoved though by her mate’s presence. Preoccupied is more like it. It was as if she was waiting for someone to speak.

It took William a few minutes to muster up his courage, but finally he had the will to find out for sure.

“Mom?”