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Chapter 10 – Departures



Angelus felt the sudden loss of family sweep over him. It was odd because he didn’t feel that Drusilla had died; only that he no longer had a link to her. It was different than when she had closed off the familiar link earlier, now there was just no link to try. That suited him just fine, the bitch had already betrayed him and she deserved to no longer be an Aurelian.


Sick and tired of the petty torture sessions he had occupied himself with, Angelus was more determined than ever to wreak havoc on the world with Acathla. He was mildly concerned that his errant grand childe and the slayer might be plotting away to stop him.


Angelus just shrugged off the thought and went to gather his minions.

“Don’t keep me waiting. Last one in here will be dusted.” Angelus’ voice echoed through the mansion.

Angelus paced around the room, occasionally glancing at the gigantic statue in the center of the gathering.

As the last vamp entered the room, Angelus beckoned the minion to his side. The minion had no choice but to obey and meet his dusty destiny. Not in the mood to waste time, he ripped the minion’s head off with one clean twist. Immediately, all the vamps in the room understood the seriousness of the gathering. Rarely, if ever, did Angelus miss an opportunity to prolong and make a show out of torture.

“Now that were all here, listen up. Tomorrow night will be the night.”

Angelus grabbed the closest minion.

“You look like you have brains, here take this information and find out what I need to do to get this thing open. You have until morning, or your dust.”

Angelus then grabbed another minion.

“If he can’t get it done, you will meet the same fate as him. As for the rest of you, you’re on guard duty. No one that is not from our family and certainly not my errant childer is to penetrate the walls of this mansion. Am I clear?”

Angelus noticed a fledgling off to the side that had not acknowledged him. Another opportunity to make reinforce what happens to disobedient vamps.

“Boy, did you not hear my question?”

“I did master.”

“Yet you disobeyed me. Are you prepared to accept the consequences?”

“Yes master.”

“Good.”

Angelus grabbed the minion and chained him up against the wall. He took his dagger and slit the throat of the vamp. As the blood flowed, the minions’ bloodlust took control as he began to converge on the doomed vamp.

Angelus walked away, enjoying the screams of pain. No doubt, he would be dust by morning. Confident his leadership had been firmly reinforced, he made his way out to hunt for the night.


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The silence at the dinner table was broken when Spike fell to the ground in tears. Buffy panicked. Quickly, she rushed to his side and held him in her arms.

“Spike, what’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“Dru.”

“ ’Splainy?”

Spike was so distraught; he could barely choke out his reply.

“Dru. She’s gone, I can’t feel her anymore.”

“How? How do you know?” Buffy whispered.

“Vamps can feel their family, luv. Especially sires and childer; they can sense each others proximity, and can sense when they are gone.”

“Oh.”

Buffy was unsure if she should be jealous of his emotional state over his ex vamp ho or if she should feel relieved. She just knew Spike was sad, and she wanted to help him.

Spike looked up at Buffy. He realized that loving Buffy would mean feeling this pain again someday. Was he willing to risk the pain? Could his heart take it? He felt Dru was no longer apart of him, but it didn’t seem like she was ashes. Regardless, his demon hurt. After over 100 years of having the comfort of the childe/sire connection it was gone.

Buffy gently wiped his tears off of his cheeks, and held his head to her chest. She rubbed his back as he cried. Her own tears were slowly falling down her own cheeks. She couldn’t take away his pain, but she could offer her love and comfort.

Each of them was experiencing the tender, raw emotional sides of each other. It wasn’t magic, it wasn’t an act.

It was real. In that moment both decided that risking their hearts to each other was worth it.

“Suppose you wouldn’t mind if we skipped the dancing luv, ‘m a bit drained.”

“Of course, do you want to go inside and just sit in front of the fire?”

“That would be perfect luv, help me relax and gather my bearings.”

The blond pair rose up from the ground; with their hands linked they walked into the estate home.

From the shadows, two figures had silently observed the happenings.

“They make a great couple Anya; the pixies told me so when I met William. Destined for each other, true love shouldn’t have been held apart because they were born a few decades apart.”

“They’ll have great orgasms together. Vampire stamina, let me just say yummy.”

“They would have such beautiful children together; it’s a shame that nature won’t allow it.”

“Dru, don’t be silly. You’ll learn soon enough, us vengeance demons make things happen to defy nature. Speaking of vengeance, you mentioned before we teleported here that you were ready to share your wish for Angelus. Now would be a good time.”

“Indeed, you’re right Anya.”

“They won’t notice us or sense us, so let’s take a seat over by the ocean cliff. I just love cloaking spells!”

The pair wandered over to the grassy spot overlooking the ocean. They sat down with their legs crossed, with their eyes focused on the ocean in front of them.

“My wish for Angelus isn’t simple, but it is effective. I’ll explain why after I make my wish, fair enough?”

“Enough with explanations just make the wish Dru!”

Anya rolled her eyes. She knew Dru was brilliant but, she was anxious to get the vengeance underway.

“I wish for Angelus to have his soul permanently restored when he awakes tomorrow evening, he must live with the consequences of his actions with Acathla and that Buffy will be carrying the child of William.”

Anya rubbed her necklace, and stroked Dru’s hand.

“Wish granted.”

Dru looked over at Anya, and softly spoke.

“It touched my heart when I found poor William broken in the alley that night. His heart stomped upon by an evil human. It was cruel to let him go on thinking so lowly of himself, that he was beneath society’s rules. Besides, what the pixies told me, I wanted to give him a chance to show his strength. I only knew then that he was fated for the sunshine, but I could help him become strong. So I gifted him with eternal life.”

Dru paused for a moment. She laughed to herself how ironic it was that the forces of good and evil worked with each other sometimes rather than against each other.

“Anyhow, as for the reason for the wish, Angelus enjoys pain but Angel suffers in his torment of his soul. The suffering at the hands of his own soul is the only way that he could ever feel the torture as he inflicted on so many others. Let the bastard bath in it.”

Anya was amazed that the formerly crazed vampiress could so clearly come up with such strong reasoning for serving up the vengeance as she wished.

“Brilliant Dru, go on.”

“Angel, he loves sunshine. He does not know his soul is permanent, so he must suffer knowing the woman he loves the most; he can never have again. To add a little salt to his wound, he now has to suffer knowing his love belongs to William forever more. Buffy and William will always be linked together because of their child. Angel will feel inclined to protect the child, and his conscious will prevent him from challenging William for the Slayer’s love.”

Anya just stared with her mouth open, dumbfounded at the complexity behind the wish.

“See Anya, this is why we make a good team. I can hear out our damsels in distress and give them guidance in how they phrase their wishes. Can we teleport out of here now? I’m sure they will find comfort with each other tonight, yet I don’t feel inclined to eavesdrop on their rest of their evening.”

With a flash, the two vengeance demons were gone.



Chapter 11: Falling Into Place....Almost


“So G-Ma...” Xander began, but quickly stopped as he saw the look on Giles face. “Sorry, Giles. So you think that Buffy’s dusted Spike yet?”

“I certainly hope not, or we’ll all be dust if they don’t stop Angelus.” Giles replied.

“I wonder if they’re making with the smoochies yet.” Willow put her hand over her mouth as everyone around the room looked at her. “Oops, silly me. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“Duh, Willow they are going to have to do more than smoochies. I bet they’ve already nak…” Xander quickly covered Cordelia’s mouth.

“Can I just say too much info! I am not happy about Buffster having to get it on with Evil Undead Jr., but we do not have to talk about it. Where’s that pizza guy, we ordered hours ago?”

“As usual Xander your mind is on one thing, food.” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Fine, I won’t talk about Buffy getting it on with Spike, but let me just say they’ll have some fine looking kids. I wonder where he’s taking her, if it is nice and romantic.”

“Oh I bet it is!” Willow chimed in.

Giles walked out of the room into the kitchen to enjoy the freshly made cup of tea Joyce made. He realized that she probably would not want to hear the words Buffy and intimacy in the same sentence. Once teenage girls got started on romance, it was hard to stop them. Well he had let Xander deal with it. After all, he almost was called that dreaded nickname again. Hopefully Oz would just tune out the conversation; after all, he seemed to be deep in his own thoughts.

“And did you see the way he looked at her? I bet he is just going to eat her up!”

“Literally.” Oz said under his breath. Xander just turned around and shot an annoyed look at him. “Well it’s true, when you think about it. He can eat her both ways, and ….wow now that I think about it, go Buffy!”

The rest of the Scoobies joined Xander with their mouths wide open. Oz was not trying to be fresh; he just had a very good point. Luckily, they were all spared from having to further dwell on the thought when the doorbell rang.

“Finally.” Xander said with relief. He got up and made his way to the door. When he opened it, he saw the pizza boxes on the porch. Before the gang could pull him back, his stomach guided him out onto the porch so he could capture his prize. Unfortunately, two of Angelus’ minions grabbed him before he realized that he had been set up. They knocked him out and dragged him away from the house.

“Xander!” Willow cried. She tried to run after him, but Oz held her back. Giles and Joyce ran into the living room.

Oz reached onto the porch and pulled the boxes of pizza into the house. On top of the boxes was a note.

“What does it say?” Giles asked.

“Slayer for the Boy. Midnight tomorrow. Angelus.”

“Dear lord. Well we cannot just run and get Buffy. We need her and Spike to have this time together to come up with a plan to stop Angelus. For now, let’s come up with a plan.”

Oz opened up the boxes of pizza to find that their dinner was untouched. He grabbed a slice and ate it, despite the looks he received from everyone in the room.

“What are you all waiting for? It hasn’t been tampered with and if you expect to help Buffy and Xander, then you will need your strength.”

Giles nodded in agreement. The boy made sense, incidentally the werewolf would have been able to sense if something had been done to the food.



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“If I could take away your pain I would Spike.”

The sincerity in the Slayer’s eyes eased his heartache. His sire was gone, but she had been lost to him for some time now. Here was his future, his golden goddess.

“You give me hope luv, that’s enough.”

They were sitting on the floor, arms still wrapped around each other; eyes locked together. Slowly they leaned into each other as their lips met. Gently, they gave each other soft chaste kisses until Spike pulled away and looked at her.

“Sorry, Luv.”

“Why?”

“’Cause, I don’t want you to think that I kissed you out of comfort, I did it because…”

“Shh, Spike I was just as much there with you.” Buffy shied her head away, “I’ve wanted it since I first saw you at the Bronze and I saw it in your eyes.”

“Then you realized what I was.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter to me now. Does it to you?”

“No, not anymore. I have never been a conventional vamp. I cannot deny it any more, something about you. It’s been there all along, pulling me to you.”

“Spike?”

“Yes Goldilocks?”

“Kiss me?”

Spike pulled her close to him, and softly kissed her lips. He was shocked that she took the initiative to deepen the kiss, but he would not deny her. No, never deny his golden goddess anything. He let his hands move along her body, gently stroking her. He was not going to let his demon get the best of him tonight. No, tonight was about gentle love and the demon would need to wait.

However, Buffy would not. She was becoming more wanton with each touch and caress. Spike had been too busy with his mental war he had not realized she had begun to free him from his restraints. The demon’s pride warmed his cool body, and laughed at Spike’s attempted restraint. No, it was not the demon warming him up, it was her hand on his manly goods. He let out a soft moan to let the Slayer know that what ever she was doing, it was the right thing and she should not stop.

This girl would be his forever. He would claim her tonight.

“Buffy, Luv, ugh feels so good.”

The slayer continued to use her hands to lavish his goods. As she pumped him, she licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.

“God Spike, want you so much.”

Spike realized that the servants could wander through here at any moment, even though they were demons and should have smelled the arousal in the air. Some though may be tempted to peak in and certainly the Slayer would not approve. His own demon did not approve. This was his woman, his soon to be mate and he would not let any one view her lovely body or touch it ever again.

“’Cor Buffy, so good, my little minx! Love you. Love you so much, but we have to move out of here. Don’t want anyone to see you.”

He scooped her up in his arms, lips not leaving hers for a moment as he moved her into the bed.

“Someone’s got too much clothing on her.”

“So take it off.”

“Mmm…gonna eat you up.”

‘Shit’, Spike thought to himself. ‘Slayer’s gonna get me for that comment.’

Instead, the slayer just looked back at him seductively.

“I bet you are.”

Well things were going to get interesting.



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“I don’t understand Dru; he should have gotten his soul back! I don’t know why he had that Xander guy kidnapped.”

Anya had never granted a wish before that went wrong. She fisted her hands at her side, so frustrated that she had not realized Drusilla had come over and wrapped her arms around her.

Dru figured she had better do some more explaining to calm Anya down, but first she needed her attention. Dru spun her around and planted a soft kiss on Anya’s lips. It worked, but not as well as Dru hoped.

“Uh, Dru, you don’t understand. D’Hoffryn is going to be so mad at me for screwing this up! I need to fix this fast so he doesn’t punish me. Definitely not the time for sex now, despite how much I want it from you.”

Dru raised her finger to Anya’s lips.

“Shh, he will not be mad. You granted the wish fine, it just was not time for Angelus to receive his soul. The pixies and powers have told me, and this D’Hoffryn knows.”

Anya just walked away and sat down, thumbing through her books to find away to fix things. She could not just trust Dru based on her word. After all, she had seen what D’Hoffryn did to other vengeance demons that were not up to par.

“Whatever you say Dru, whatever you say.”




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Chapter 12- Union

Spike was in so much shock that the Slayer had not kicked his arse for his comments; he had not realized he had stopped his ministrations until Buffy spoke up.

“Spike, you know you want to make me your girl.”

“Pet, you know what you’re asking?”

“Don’t you want me Spike?”

The seductress was gone and in its place was the insecure girl that love had trampled on time after time. ‘No More,’ Spike thought.

“Luv, I want you. Want to claim you as mine.”

“Then make me yours.”

Spike drew her closer to him, and looked into her eyes. This slip of a girl had made her way into his unlife and heart. She was his soul, his muse, his reason for continuing his unlife.

“Buffy, a claim is forever. It only breaks when one of us is killed. We’ll be able to feel each other’s emotions, won’t be able to hide our thoughts from each other. What will your mom think, your friends?”

The tables turned, as now Spike’s insecurities came into the fore. ‘What kind of life could the big bad offer her? Why would she want it?’ Spike was broken out of his thoughts when Buffy’s hand caressed his cheek. She had sensed his fear of rejection.

“Spike, forever? You’ll never leave me?”

He looked into her wide eyes and answered her. He prayed to himself that she would feel the same. To have his golden goddess by his side, as his lover and warrior, he could not ask for anything more. It was the closest to heaven he would get.

Fuck, it was heaven, and if things kept going as they were tonight, he would be in heaven shortly.

“Never ever leave you luv.”

She had not thought it possible. A man in her life that wanted to love her completely, honestly, and unconditionally – to be her mate; he was every bit a warrior she was. He would watch her back and she would watch his. ‘And he won’t leave me.’

“Make me yours William. Claim me as your girl, your mate, your love…forever.”

Dumfounded, they were lost in each other’s eyes. Last week they were two mortal enemies. However, tonight they would bind together as lovers forever and willingly.

The powers that fuck with people’s lives actually got something right for once.

The time for words had ceased, as the slowly removed the remaining clothing from each other. Buffy adored his pale, marble skin glowing in the candle light. Gently her hands caressed his smooth, muscular chest.

Spike scooped his girl up and gently placed her on the bed. The heat from her body warmed his skin, but her love warmed his core.

Slowly, he kissed her neck as he lay on top of her. With his free hand, he gently stroked her hair, and moved his hand down her body. Feeling her shiver in delight, his demon rejoiced at her reaction to his touches.

Buffy enjoyed feeling his cool body on top of hers. His hard length so close to her aching center, she did not know how long she could hold out.

The feelings she felt right now made what she had with Angel insignificant. These feelings with Spike were everything. Made her whole, completed her.

The Slayer eyed Spike’s cock and moaned. She just had to touch it. As she adored his hard member, Spike had moved his lips up to hers, and traced the opening of her mouth seeking entrance. Immediately, Buffy allowed him to taste her. What had started out as a slow exploration, turned into deep, passionate kisses, they only broke for a moment as he gasped in pleasure as her hand touched his cock.

Spike reveled in the pleasure he was feeling. Angelus was a fool for letting her go, probably only treated her to straight and proper lovemaking. ‘The things I will teach this minx; nothing wrong with starting now.’

He felt her body arch beneath him as he caressed her toned stomach with his fingers. Lightly, he moved his touch over her to her hips, down to her thigh before he moved to her gently pet her sex.

“Please,” she breathily moaned while grasping his length.

“Please what, pet? Tell the Big Bad what you want,” he breathed the words into her ear.

“Touch me.”

“Where luv?”

“Down there.”

‘So the chit’s going to play shy. See how long that lasts.’ Spike though as he started to stroke her clit. She was squirming beneath him, begging for his touch.

“Feel good luv?”

‘Feels so fucking good,’ she mused to herself. She had always suspected if his sexual prowess was half as good as his skills as a fighter, he be one hell of partner in the bedroom.

For her, there would never be another.

“Ugh, yes baby feel so good!” She cried as she stroked his cock harder. With each movement of her hand, he moaned in her ear while he licked and sucked on her neck.

“Buffy, luv. Need you now. Please let me inside you.”

If she did not welcome him in, he did not think he would last much longer feeling her warm flesh around his manhood. He needed to be inside her as he claimed her.

‘He didn’t just take me, he asked.’ Buffy was in awe with the respect and honor that Spike was showing her.

Spike could sense the gears turning in her pretty head. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “No pressure luv, if you want to wait we can.”

Buffy came to her senses and realized she had been deep in thought, when clearly she would rather have him deep inside her. She turned her head, and connected her green eyes with his blue.

“Take me Spike, make me yours.”

Buffy barely got the words out. In his haste, Spike had buried himself into her as far as he could stretch her. She let out a small cry, but quickly met him thrust for thrust as he moved inside her.

“So hot, wet and tight for me; ‘cor Slayer, I love you.”

“God, Spike…yes baby…harder… ugh! Love you, love you too!”

She moved her small, soft hands down his back. There was nothing gentle about her nails scratching his marble skin. The scent of blood filled the air. Spike could their blood. Without her noticing, he glanced over her to ensure that he had not hurt her anywhere.

‘I’ll be damned; Peaches didn’t even manage to pop her cherry.’

The scent of Slayer’s blood and the knowledge of taking the final barrier of her virginity was a powerful aphrodisiac to the master vampire. He tried to reign in his demon; the demon was ready to take her and mark her now.

“Please Spike. Make me.”

“Make you what?”

“Make me yours. Please make me come.”

He relinquished any control over the demon as his game face came to the fore. Furiously he pumped into her, holding her as tight as he could to his cool body. As he felt the walls of her hot quim start to spasm, his fangs found her neck.

“SPIKE!”

The slayer screamed his name in pleasure as he pulled her blood from her neck and came insider her.

“Mine!”

“Yours, always!”

Then he felt her bite his neck, breaking through his skin. Feeling the slayer pull his blood into her mouth, he completed shooting his load into her and let out a roar that shook the estate.

The slayer looked into his eyes with love and devotion.

“Mine.”

”Yours, Buffy. Forever.”

As the lovers lay in each other’s arms, a gentle light glowed around them lulling them into a satisfied sleep. The Powers would need the warriors to rest while they worked their magic on on the life now growing inside the Slayer.



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Chapter 13- Devine Moment

Xander was lost in a dream. A good dream for him, he had it several times a week, all chained up and being attended to by his favorite girls. Cordy would just climb up on him, ready to ride him; Buffy would ask him what he wanted. She was always dressed in pink lingerie that he loved. Usually, he thought of something naughty she could do for him.

That is when the dream when astray. Pizza. He asked her for pizza!

“Pizza, Pizza…so hungry” Xander mumbled as he came too. He could not believe his friends let him sleep through dinner, especially since he had been the one to order it. Hopefully, he did not mumble anything stupid in his sleep to let them know about his little fantasy.

“Cold, damp...Chains? What the...!”

The events of the previous night came crashing back to him, any grogginess from sleep quickly left. He remembered the vamp attack. That explained why he was chained to the wall in Angelus’ mansion. He stood up; leaning against the cold stonewalls.

Xander could have sworn his heart just stopped. He knew he would be lucky if he made it through the night alive. After what that bastard did to Willow’s goldfish, he was afraid for himself.

Xander knew he was screwed.

As if on queue, Angelus walked into the room. Xander looked up to meet the evil undead in the eye.

Angelus knew the boy had awoken, just from the strong scent of arousal in the air. Angelus made no effort to conceal the reaction it brought forth from him. After all, it had been awhile since he had been able to show off his skills at male domination.

“Fuck off.”

Angelus walked over and punched Xander in the face. The blood poured out of the boy’s nose as he screamed in pain. No way was he going to allow Xander to show disrespect.

“Boy, you best remember to respect me around here. The only plans I have for you are bait and to dominate then destroy you. When that bitch of a slayer arrives here she won’t recognize you.”

Xander prayed that he is rescued soon. No way was he going to be Angelus’ bitch. He was desperate for some, but with the evil undead… no freakin’ way. He did not have a thing for corpses. He would drain himself first.

“Buffy and Spike will kick your ass.”

“Boy, you best mind yourself. Unless you’re looking for a little lesson. Bet you are; bet you’d get off on it.”

Xander began to worry, the look on Angelus’ face conveyed that a lesson might come sooner than Xander needed. Xander saw the bulge in the master vamp’s pants and knew he had better try to divert Angelus’ attention very fast, or else his name was going to be Xandra.

“Speaking of getting off, wonder what will happen with Spike after tonight? Seems like something happens to the evil undead when they get in Buffy’s pants.”

Xander knew he was risking another broken bone with his comment, but he figured what the fuck. He was going to die, and could not hurt with Angelus with his fists. He might as well use words to protect himself.

“Boy, you best not be lying. That errant grand childe of mine better not touch what is MINE.”

“Well fang face, seeing how I saw them ogling each other before he took her out for the evening I’d say you’re too late.”

Xander figured he better shut the hell up before he let too much slip. Even if he was killed, Buffy and Spike still needed to fulfill the prophecy to stop Angelus. After he saw them last night, he had to admit … even if it was just to himself…that whatever was happening between the blonde duo wasn’t going to be just a courtesy screw done out of extraordinary consideration.

He also finally realized that no one would benefit from his petty jealously either. Buffy just was not interested in him. The thought finally brought Xander some peace, besides he still had his dreams.

Xander’s peaceful moment was shattered when Angelus got right into his face and grabbed him by the balls.

“Where did he take her? Tell me boy.”

“Dinner, I don’t know where. Just someplace protected and not in Sunnydale. He wouldn’t tell us,” Xander choked out. “Wouldn’t even tell her mom.”

“That would explain why I can’t sense him through the bond. I should have felt his grief when Drusilla passed.”

Angelus paced back and forth in front of Xander. Slowly, he pulled a dagger out and approached his prisoner.

“Boy, you best pray he hasn’t marked what his mine, or I will mark you.”

Xander was afraid of the implications the statement held. He really did not want to find out.

“What the fuck, I’m gonna make you my bitch so I’ll mark you anyways.”

As Angelus pierced the skin on Xander’s arm with his dagger, Xander passed out. Angelus left a half finished picture of a vampire face on the boy’s arm.

“What the fuck, it’s no fun if he’s not awake to scream.”

Angelus left Xander hanging to prepare for tonight’s festivities.

Acathla would rise.



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Angelus did not notice another presence had been watching from the shadows. Slowly, Drusilla approached Xander against the wall.

“I can’t rescue you to bring to my Anya yet, but soon. I will.”

Drusilla raised her hand to Xander’s chest and began to chant. She stepped away and disappeared back into the air.

Xander remained unconscious, but Dru’s gift was inside him. He would be protected from the trials he was sure to endure at Angelus’ hands.



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Buffy woke up with two strong arms wrapped around her. Being with Spike last night and this morning, she felt so safe. Loved. Whole. Fulfilled.

Well she had been filled last night. She let out a moan at that thought and snuggled into Spike.

Something did not feel right, and it was not the appendage that was poking into her back.

Thankfully, Spike had woken up as she had moved her body closer to his. He had also recognized something was not right.

He lightly rubbed her hands over her stomach and realized it was not flat anymore.

And two heartbeats.




Chapter 14- Awakenings





“Spike, if you weren’t here I would have thought I was crazy.”

Buffy looked down at her swollen stomach; she looked 6 months pregnant.

“Soddin’ prophecy.”

Spike knew the second the words flew out of his mouth that they came out the wrong way. The slayer could barely hold the tears from falling out of her eyes. Quickly, he turned her to him and held her face.

“Luv, I’m just concerned for your health. It can’t be good for your body – slayer powers or not! Just don’t want any harm to come to you and the nibblet.”

“Sorry Spike. I don’t mean to get all emotional, you know it’s just I’m super preggo now and I have all these crazy hormones all of a sudden.”

“Suppose we should back to your mum and friends.”

Buffy panicked. Everyone knew about the prophecy, but they sure did not expect her to come back looking pregnant. She tensed up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself.

Spike felt her tense up. He knew it was one thing for everyone to condone their actions for the sake of Christmas and puppies. It was another for folks to see reality.

Moreover, would they try to take him from his Slayer?

“Spike, no matter what I’m going to stay with you. I want our baby to have a family, as unconventional as it will be. I know my friends are going to give us a hard time, but I want to be with you.”

Spike pulled the tiny slip of a girl into his arms and close to his chest and gently kissed her lips.

“Pet, if this is what the Powers want; I don’t think the Scoobies will be able to stop it. You’re my mate, my love, my girl and I protect what is mine. C’mon luv, let’s get up and get dressed so we can go face the music.”

“But I don’t have any clothes?”

“Look in the closet pet. I brought us some things just in case.”

If they had not grown so close over the past two days, she would have normally snapped back at him for expecting they would have gone to bed together. Besides, she was still glowing from his possessive words a moment ago. ‘His mate’ she thought, ‘love the way that sounds.’

Now, with the little one inside her belly, she would have to put her insecurities and bitchy remarks aside. She did not want any negative feelings going to her child, especially if they related to Spike.

She went through the overnight bag, and luckily found a pair of oversized sweatpants that would do the trick. Her shirt though, was not quite big enough to fit over her new belly.

“Spike, I need one of your t-shirts; my stomach is too big!”

“Sure, luv. Now hurry we need to get out of here before sunrise!”

Buffy grabbed her clothes and toiletries, and rushed off to the bathroom to tidy up. Spike just sat back and admired his mate.

‘She’s so beautiful in the morning!’

Before she closed the door, she noticed the big, wide grin on her love’s face.

“What’s got you all happy?”

“You love. Just looking at how beautiful you are. Now move it before I bring you back in here and have my wicked way with you!”

Buffy quickly slammed the door, and turned the shower on. Her mate slowly moved one of his hands down under the sheets to take care of his painfully hard erection.


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Back at Casa de Summers, things were quiet. Joyce was asleep in her room, Giles in the guest room, and the Scoobies, minus Xander, were all downstairs. Cordy snuggled in the chair and on the couch, Oz held Willow tightly in his arms.

Oz had not slept too much. He knew this was a rare moment where he would be able to hold the girl he loved as she slept. Gently, he stroked her red hair away from her face. Willow’s eyes fluttered open as she woke up to her lover’s gentle touch.

“Mmm. Hi.”

“Hey yourself.”

“Buffy come back with Spike yet?”

“Not yet Will. Don’t worry; I’m sure everything worked out well between them.”

Willow thought for a moment. If Buffy could be happy with Spike, well then she would be happy for her. After all, the prophecy did say she had to have his child.

Oz looked at Willow, as she was lost in thought. He wondered what could have her so perplexed since she only just awoke.

“Oh, no Xander!”

“Shh. Will, there is nothing we can do right now.”

“Are you sure? We have to try. We can go rescue him when the sun comes up?”

Oz wrapped his arms tighter around his girl. He knew it must be hard for her to just sit tight while her best friend was in the clutches of a madman.

“Willow, look at me. There isn’t one of us in this house right now that doesn’t want to go and save Xander. We all know our limits though, and even together there is nothing we can do to get by Angelus.”

“I know, but I can hope, right?”

“Of course.”

Willows eyes closed as sleep overtook her.

Oz was happy just to have a few more hours of peace with her in his arms. He thought about Buffy and Spike. He knew they would have some challenges ahead of them. Xander would be least accepting of their newfound happiness, and Giles would probably lecture her about her sacred duty.

He did not need to wait until they got back to find out if she was pregnant or if they would be happy together. Oz just knew. He wondered if they would bond together strong enough that they would take each other as mates right way.

Now that he thought would be interesting.

All of his pondering led to once conclusion. No matter how they came back, mates or not, he would support them all the way.



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