AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: All characters are owned by their respective studios/ producers/ creators... except for Serena, who has the misfortune to belong to me...

RATING: Hard R, overall.

NOTES: This is the conclusion of this story, which is a b-day gift for Nat... she wanted a Buffy/ Angel/ Highlander X-over, and this was what I came up with... Pretender is in there just for me, and the totally suck 5th season of Highlander never happened in my world. Now that this is finished, I'm hoping to find myself able to return to some of my other stories extant, and with any luck, finish them, as well. Hope you've all enjoyed this first X-over attempt of mine, and thanks so much to all of you who have bothered to send feedback, from its inception to this point...

PAIRINGS: W/A; Ser/Jarod; S/Methos (sorry... just couldn't help it. I almost made it a Spike/Miss Parker, though, so... count your blessings!!!*G*)

DISTRIBUTION: Charity, as usual (:: Tisienne waves at charibob::); anyone I said OK to; list archives. Otherwise, ask and I'll say yes...

FEEDBACK: is appreciated, but really, this IS the last part, so I don't expect much.

DEDICATIONS: to Nat, of course... and to Mystra for letting me babble about this... also to Kat and Di, cuz they rock (AND said they liked it!!!). Others on my dedi list include: Ali, Michelle, Fanny, Caroline, and Kat... you give me warm, fuzzy feelings, my dears, so thanks!!!

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She smiled softly as she watched him breathe. It was interesting to her, even after all they'd done, that he still breathed when he slept-- even though he had no innate need to do so. He'd been technically dead for over two centuries, and yet still he breathed in his sleep. She supposed that it was habit more than anything else, but it thrilled her none the less. She smiled a bit more lasciviously as her eyes trailed down his body, visually caressing every part of him. It still astonished her that he was hers; that he WANTED to be hers... but he did, and he was, and she would never let him go. Her eyes flew to his face when his arm suddenly tightened around her waist, and she gazed happily into his shining brown eyes. "My Angel..." she sighed softly, her hand sliding up from his waist to rest on his broad chest.

He'd never been this happy before in his life, and he knew it. He'd never greeted a new day with a song in his heart, and if he'd been able to carry a tune, he knew that that song would be on his lips for all the world to hear. And he'd never even imagined that his life-- for lack of a better word-- would have changed so dramatically in the course of just one week. "Yours, Will..." he said, smiling. "I love you, you know," he continued, "Even though you wouldn't let me say it before, I... I LOVE you..." He held her even more tightly to his side, his smile growing even wider when she rolled onto his relaxed body and stared down into his eyes.

She grinned, leaning down and kissing him swiftly before pulling away at his slight growl, and she pulled the hair back from her neck, offering the same spot he'd taken before. "You're hungry, Angel," she said to the surprise in his face, "So drink..." she couldn't keep the anticipation from her voice, or the disappointment from her eyes when he slowly shook his head. "Wha... what's wrong?" she asked tentatively.

"I don't want to hurt you, Will," he said slowly, holding her tight upon him when she would have moved away. "I... I just fed on you a few hours ago, and... Damn it, sweetness, it's not SAFE!" he declared, wishing he could take her up on her offer. Even now, his whole body was singing with the effects of her sweet, fruity blood, and he wanted more so BADLY, but... "It's not safe..." he said again, groaning when she smiled wickedly down at him.

"Angel," she said quietly, "Look at my neck. I mean really LOOK at it!" She waited a moment while he did just that, and twisted her head so that he could see the other side, as well. "It's not dangerous, Angel... It doesn't matter how much you take, or how often... not anymore. I'm not going to die, and even if you TRIED, you could never drain me dry." She grinned at his confusion. "You'll never turn me, or kill me, or make me anything I don't want to be." She leaned down again, taking his cool lips with her own warmer ones, and smiled into his kiss when he groaned again. "Now, drink, my Angel..." she purred in a whisper, a small gasp slipping from her lips as his fangs slid deep into her throat.

He didn't know exactly what was going on, but... he believed her; especially since the bites he'd given her earlier were not only fully healed, but not even marked by a scar... and he couldn't seem to THINK. Not when she was on top of him, and naked, and... almost BEGGING him to feed on her incredible richness. He groaned out loud when her lips covered his, and the next thing he knew, his mouth was full of her, of the essential perfection of WILLOW, and... he was drinking her, and she was so GOOD... He knew she could feel his growing hardness beneath her, and his hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he repositioned her and slowly slid her down on his aching flesh. They were going to have to talk about whatever had happened to her with the God... but this was NOT the time, he decided, when she began to move against him, his teeth still firmly embedded in her sweet, warm neck.

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Spike stared at the oldest immortal, almost in awe of the man. He'd never seen anyone-- not even another vampire-- who was able to match him, drink for drink, but this Adam was doing just that, and he wasn't even drunk! "Here, now... how d'you do that, mate?" he demanded, slightly bleary himself from the six bottles of scotch they'd gone through already. "You should be completely pissed by now, like your friend over there..."

Methos laughed as he followed the direction of the blond's gesture. Joe was slouched over one of the tables, breathing heavily in a passed-out stupor. "Five thousand years," he reminded the much younger man, "You can acquire a rather frightening tolerance in five millennia..."

The vampire snorted and reached across the dark-haired man, grabbing the bottle from the top of the bar. "Yeah, but why'd you want to? I mean, how much fun is it to get drunk when it takes DAYS to get there..." His eyes widened when the older man's hand closed around his on the bottle.

"Well, that's kind of the POINT, Spike," Methos explained, grinning at the slight trembling he could feel in the vampire's hand. "I take the view that anything worth doing should be done slowly..." he said in a much softer voice, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the blond's skin, "Don't you agree?"

"I..." Spike started, before swallowing hard and trying again, "Depends on what it is, I suppose," he finally said, pleased with the steadiness of his voice. He almost groaned when the immortal released his grip on his hand, but he hid that, as well, and poured himself another shot. "So..." he said after drinking it, "Five thousand years... bet you're just a big old slut, then..."

Methos laughed out loud, meeting the vampire's bright blue eyes. "I was wondering how long it would take you to start asking about my sex life..." he chuckled, trapping the other man's hand again, this time against the top of the bar, "And just so you KNOW, Spike," he said silkily, one corner of his mouth twitching up in a half-grin, "It has been long, and varied." He smirked a bit, his brown eyes dancing at the confusion in the younger man's expression. "Of course, I've been into what I suppose you might call 'serial monogamy' for the last couple thousand years or so..." His smile faded slightly as the blond pulled his hand away.

"Well, then," Spike said almost angrily, "Hadn't you best be getting back to whoever you're with?"

The immortal sighed, staring down at his now-entwined fingers on the bar in front of him. "I... my last lover died a while back. She was sick, you see, and she just sort of... faded away." He swallowed back the lump in his throat. "There was nothing I could do about it. Oh, I tried, but... Alexa still died, and..." He shook his head slowly before pulling his hands apart and forcing his mind away from the sorrow he still felt at her passing.

The vampire nodded in sympathy as he reached out and took one of the other man's hands in his own. "Sorry, mate..." he said softly, almost smiling when the immortal's fingers closed around his in response.

"Yes, well," Methos said, smiling slightly as he watched the blond from the corner of his eye, "That was then, and it's... been a while, so... Hey, what are you doing tonight?" he asked, in a seeming change of subject, "Because there's a new movie playing down the street..."

Spike gazed for a moment at their still-joined hands before meeting the other man's eyes. "It's not some stupid romantic comedy, is it?" he demanded, having come to a decision, "Because I can't STAND those sappy things."

The immortal laughed quietly, "God, no! You couldn't PAY me enough to sit through something like that!" He grinned dangerously as he got up from his bar stool. "It's an action film. You know, lots of guns blazing, big explosions, a few car chases, and... oh, yeah, lots of killing." He smirked into the slightly shorter man's eyes. "So, you up for it?"

The vampire smirked back, a slightly wicked gleam in his eyes. "Sounds like FUN." He followed the older man from the bar, almost smiling when he took his hand again, and walked the three blocks to the cinema with him.

Methos bought their tickets, and chatted with him a bit more while they waited on line at the concession stand. After paying for their popcorn and drinks, he led the vampire into the dimly-lit theatre, and smiled at him as they sat down. "Oh, and Spike," he murmured softly, as the lights went completely out and the trailers started, "This is DEFINITELY a DATE!"

Spike chuckled quietly, staring raptly at the screen. "Yeah... I know mate," he said, so quietly that he was sure the other man wouldn't hear him over the music. It wasn't until he heard the immortal's quiet laugh that he realized he'd spoken louder than he'd intended to.

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Serena smiled slightly at Jarod when he returned to their bed, this time bearing a bottle of wine and two glasses. "You know," she said softly, as he poured and handed her one of them, "You're taking this MUCH better than I would have expected..."

The new immortal smiled a bit, and took a sip from his own glass. "Well, what DID you expect? I mean, it's not like I can change things, so... I might as well accept it and go on with my life, right?" He grimaced slightly, not entirely pleased with the bottle of wine he'd ordered from room service.

The redhead sighed to herself, wishing that he were happier about the way things had turned out, and when the slight frown crossed his face, she felt... guilty. "I... I'm sorry, you know," she finally said, not looking at him, "And... I'll understand if you don't... If you want to GO..." She sighed again, out loud this time, when he didn't respond. "I mean, I should have told you before, but... it's just not something we DO. Tell people that they're gonna be immortal." She shook her head slowly, taking another mouthful of the wine and swallowing quickly. "There's no RULE against it, but... it usually turns out badly, and... you were already taking so many chances with your life that I..." She shook her head again. "But if you want to leave, I won't try to keep you here..." Her words were cut off when he suddenly snatched the glass from her hand and flung it at the wall.

"What are you saying, Serena?" Jarod demanded angrily as he pinned her to the mattress and glared into her green eyes. "Now I'm immortal, and you don't love me-- is THAT it? We can actually have eternity, and you want me to LEAVE you?" He kissed her hard, tasting blood as her lip split from the force of his fury. "That's NOT going to happen!" he snarled, staring down into her shocked eyes. "I spent my whole LIFE looking for you, and I'm not going ANYWHERE! And you can leave me, move on with your life, but every time you look over your shoulder, I'll be right there behind you." He could feel his anger draining away when she suddenly smiled and arched her back, pressing the tight points of her nipples against his hard chest. "Serena?" he said then, the uncertainty clear in his voice as he released his hold on her wrists.

She smiled softly into his eyes, her own growing just a touch misty. "I don't want you to leave, J," she finally said, meeting his puzzled gaze, "I was just worried that you... that you'd maybe hate me for not telling you before you... died..." She wrapped her arms around his tense body and pulled him tightly against her. "And I'm not going anywhere, either," she whispered against his ear, her fingers trailing up and down his strong back, "Unless it's with YOU, of course..." She sighed happily as his lips began moving on her neck, and tangled her fingers in his hair. "I love you, J..." she said softly, smiling when he pulled away and met her eyes.

He devoured her face with his eyes, frowning slightly when he saw the slight swelling of her bottom lip. "I... I hurt you..." he said quietly, his fingers resting lightly against her jaw, "I never wanted to... hurt you..."

Serena grinned slowly, watching the amazement in his eyes as the small blue flash occurred and wiped away all evidence of his earlier anger. "It's nothing, love," she said silkily, her hands drawing his lips to hers, "Nothing...."

Jarod sighed, and lost himself in the sensations of her mouth on his; her fingers dancing over his skin. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve having her in his life for eternity, but whatever it was... he was just glad that he'd done it. Of course... He pulled back from her for a moment, smiling down into her bright green eyes. "Does this mean I have to get myself a SWORD?" he teased, easing slowly into her welcoming body.

She laughed, a bit breathlessly, before replying. "Yeah... and a teacher, too..." She gasped softly as he began to move within her, her eyes closing in delighted satisfaction. "Of course, if you're anywhere NEAR as good with a steel sword... as you are with a flesh one..." His soft laugh in her ear made her head spin, and she had nothing more to say for quite some time.

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He reached out for her, still more than half asleep, and his eyes flew open when he found nothing there. "Will...?" he demanded hazily, sitting up when he heard her small laugh. He glanced quickly around the bedroom, surprised when he didn't see her... she'd sounded so CLOSE, but... "Willow?" he said again, standing up.

Willow chuckled softly to herself as he moved about the room, but her smile faded when he actually reached out and grabbed her.

"Oh," Angel said silkily, pulling her towards him as she became visible again, "THERE you are!" He bent down a bit and kissed her lingeringly before pulling back and staring into her jade green eyes. "Now, tell me, Will," he murmured, his hands resting lightly on her waist, "How did you DO that? Was it another spell?"

The redhead almost laughed at the curiosity in his eyes, but... she had a good bit of curiosity of her own to satisfy, too. "You first," she said, completely serious as she pulled away from his sweet embrace. "How did you know where I was?"

He knew his brow was furrowing at her question, but... "I don't know..." he said honestly, sitting down beside her on their bed. "I just... I FELT you, I guess..." He put his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him, smiling when she turned in to his body..

She snuggled happily against his cool skin, and smiled when his hand began roaming up and down her back. "None of that," she said disappointedly as she pulled back from him, "We need to get dressed!" She stood and moved away from him, laughing when he tried to catch hold of her again. "I MEAN it, Angel!" she giggled, "Spike and Methos will be here soon, and I-- for one-- don't plan on being naked with either of them!"

Angel growled loudly, his eyes gleaming just a touch golden. "You'd BETTER not!" he told her, watching her walk away. She was almost to the door when he spoke again. "Uh... Will...?" he said, standing when she turned around, "WHY, exactly, are they coming here? Well, OK, Spike, but... Methos?"

Willow smiled at her love, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes traveled longingly over his naked body. "They...? Oh, right!" she reminded herself, tearing her gaze from his strong form. "They're picking us up, and we're going to meet the others at the China Club." She sighed softly then. "I have to tell them all what happened, and..." she shook her head, "I'm really NOT looking forward to it."

The dark-haired vampire sighed to himself as he watched his beloved leave the room. He turned and began going through his closet, looking for something to wear, because... SHE might not be looking forward to explaining what had happened, but... HE wanted to know, and maybe-- just maybe-- he'd find out where her sudden new 'powers' had come from. Not that he minded them, but... he STILL wanted to know what they meant. He smiled then, as something else she'd said registered on his mind. Spike and Methos? He'd known his childe was out somewhere, mostly because he hadn't heard him banging about the apartment since his witch had returned, and he'd hoped that the boy was safe, but... Spike and Methos? He shook his head slowly, bemused. Maybe she'd meant that the blond and the oldest immortal were just becoming friends-- but somehow, judging by the slight purr she'd had in her voice when she'd linked their names, he doubted it. He shrugged to himself as he pulled on the black slacks he'd decided to wear, and pulled a black cashmere sweater over his head. If Adam and Spike had found some common ground, and had decided to enter in to some kind of a relationship, then he could only be happy for them. He hadn't liked the immortal as a date for his love, but... maybe he'd be good for his bad-ass childe. He knew, from experience, that Spike would be... good... for Methos... probably VERY good, and if he hadn't have had his Willow... he might even have been jealous.

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"I suppose you're wondering why I called you all here..." the small-ish redhead tried to joke. She sighed sadly when her gambit was met with complete silence, and turned her pleading eyes to the one she loved. "I don't know if I can do this, Angel," she said softly, just as one of her friends began to speak.

"Actually," Duncan said smoothly, sounding only a little bit miffed, "I'm more interested in the HOW. I mean," he continued, one hand gripping Amanda's under the edge of the table, "One minute I was... uh, busy-- and the next thing, we suddenly just... KNEW that we had to be here tonight."

Willow sighed when the others assembled there nodded, and leaned back against her Angel for support. "OK," she finally said softly, her love's strong arms around her waist providing just enough comfort for her to continue, "So I need to explain THAT, too... but let me start at the beginning." She met each set of eyes in turn, almost smiling at the nods she received. "It's like THIS... just under a week ago, I was in Sunnydale with my friends. Now, Xander? He's a bit of a buffoon, but lovable all the same-- and much more capable than he likes to let on. He's... involved... with Anya." Her gaze swept to meet Adam's, a slight grin spreading across her face. "Now, Anya is human, but she spent just over a thousand years as a vengeance demon... the name Anyanka ring any bells, Methos?" She giggled a bit when his eyes widened, and almost laughed when she saw him grab Spike's hand as she continued. She mentioned Dawn, and Giles, and then she moved on. "Now, the last-- and probably MOST-- important member of our little group is my best friend Buffy. She's the Vampire Slayer, and she's also Angel's ex." She relaxed a little as she lost herself in the memories, forgetting all about her new friends as she focused solely on the man standing behind her, holding her tightly. "And THAT," she finally said, "Is what brought me to Paris." She glanced around her again, smiling slightly. "Then I met Adam, and the rest of you, and Spike came, and..." she shrugged, "You pretty much know about all that."

Angel smiled at the stunned expressions on the faces of all their new friends, and rolled his eyes when Spike just looked impatient. "I think you'd better tell them the REST of it, my love..." he murmured softly, pulling her over to a table and sitting down before quickly pulling her into his lap. "They look like the suspense is KILLING them..." he grinned into her lovely eyes, his fingers dancing gently over her cotton-covered spine, "And me, too, of course..."

"Oh, hush, you!" the little witch smiled, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. "As to the rest of it," she said, pointedly not looking at the one she loved, "Spike, Jarod and I went to face the God, and... I really don't know how to explain what happened." she said softly, staring down at her own entwined fingers, "I mean, it was over in minutes, but... it also WASN'T..." She shook her head then, and her eyes flew to the door of the club as an unfamiliar voice interrupted.

"Maybe I can help you," the extremely tiny redheaded girl said smoothly as she walked slowly into the main room.

"Sauverna..." Willow whispered, eyes wide.

"Hey, Will," the girl said, giggling as she jumped up to sit on a bar stool, "And these must be the REST of your friends... So, all right," she continued, "I suppose you deserve an explanation... or Willow does, at least, so..." She laughed softly once again, and began.

"Things were different in my time. I'm sure you know that, intellectually, but... you really can't know unless you were there. Even the OLD one here can't know what it was REALLY like..." She shook her head, and closed her eyes, remembering. "My clan was small, but we were powerful, and I suppose that must have made the other clans and tribes uncomfortable, or maybe just jealous, because when I was fourteen, they joined together to attack us. They pretended to be our friends first, though, and... my people were always too trusting. They slipped in, under cover of night, and began the slaughter. No one was spared. Not the women; not even the children!

Now, I know that warfare today is different, and that women and children are killed along with their men-folk in wars every day, but... that's more a result of the weapons that humanity has developed... it's not the main goal. This was different.

The weapons of even the old one's time didn't really exist yet, and in order to kill an enemy, you actually had to touch them... No metal, no swords or axes; mostly just rocks and hands. And that's what they used-- their hands, and whatever they found laying on the ground around our camp. But even that wasn't enough for them... oh, no. They... raped the women first. My mother... my sisters, even though I was the oldest... They passed them around amongst themselves, and... I can only think that by the time they brought the rocks down on their skulls, it had to be a relief.

I wasn't there," she said conversationally, her eyes still closed, slow tears leaking down her face as she remembered, "I was away for the night, on quest with my teacher... but when I returned to my clan in the morning... there was no clan anymore. Just twisted piles of corpses, and twenty or so of our former 'friends', pawing through the wreckage of what we had once been.

I thought they were there to HELP me! I thought they'd come upon the destruction of everything I'd held dear, and were planning to go after whoever had done such an evil thing, but... That thought was torn from me; that belief eradicated, when they grabbed me, and threw me down, and... treated me to the same HELP they'd given my sisters."

She sat, rocking back and forth, in the pervasive silence, her anger tempered-- for the first time-- with pity for the clans who'd destroyed her own. "But I'd just been on quest, you see, and... when they killed my teacher with the same actions they were... gifting ME with, her powers flowed to me, and... when the men began their second round with me, I despaired, and I called out to our Gods, and... they ANSWERED! They pulled me from the poor abused shell of my body, and asked me what I wanted... what I REALLY wanted, and... I didn't even think about it for a moment. 'VENGEANCE', I told them, 'DESTRUCTION'... I wanted those who had betrayed my people to PAY, but... I was young, and didn't know enough to specify my targets, and... when they told me to have at it, well... I DID."

She slowly stopped rocking, and opened her eyes for a moment. "I can't tell you much about what happened after that, or rather-- I WON'T. That's between me and my Gods, but... eventually, they were all dead, down to the smallest child, and the babies still in the womb, and... I slept. I slept deeply, but... the dreams. In the dreams, they were all still alive, still taunting me with their very existence, and the few times that I actually DID wake?... well, the dreams followed me. I thought they were real, you know... that it was all happening again, and so I... I started to take my revenge."

She glanced around the club once more, her eyes finally coming to rest on the redheaded witch. "Or I did until a particularly courageous young human girl came after me with a couple of demons..." She smiled slightly, speaking only to the girl's green eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Willow, but... You made me remember, and... I needed your death in order to stop being... what I had become." She could see the concern in the young woman's eyes, and smiled a bit more widely. "You chose your milieu when you chose what you wanted... you will never become what I was. You're safe, and I think... so is the world?" She giggled softly when the girl nodded. "Then use your powers wisely, Will... and trust your own instincts." She moved slowly towards the girl and the vampire that same girl loved, smiling yet again when the witch got up and hugged her.

"Take care of yourself, Sauverna..." Willow said almost sadly as she let the girl go, "And try to enjoy your life, OK?"

The young girl smiled and turned away, ignoring the others watching her as she headed towards the door she'd entered by. "You, too, Willow... enjoy your very LONG life..." She stopped just on the threshold and turned around, her eyes catching the other girl's once more. "Remember what I said... about trusting your instincts. The Powers That Be do, or they wouldn't have made you a God!" And with that, she was gone, leaving behind a room full of VERY surprised immortals, only two of whom were vampires.

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"You SURE about this, Will?" Angel asked for what had to be the twentieth time in the last five minutes. He knew he was being silly, but... he couldn't seem to help it. Because, there he was, in Paris, with the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and his soul was safe-- forever, and... All that, he could accept, but THIS? "Really, really SURE..." he elaborated, grinning when his redheaded witch slapped him lightly on the ass.

"I'm SURE, you big baby!" she giggled, "And if you don't believe me, just look at your childe!" She laughed even more when he turned his eyes to hers, and she took his hand, delighting in the feel of his smooth, cool skin beneath her fingers. "Now, come on!" she insisted as she pulled him from the doorway, and out into the sun.

He squinted in the no-longer-familiar brightness, reveling in the sensation of the rays on his skin, and he laughed out loud, plucking his woman from the ground and spinning her around until even HE was dizzy.

"Faster, you big poof!" Spike shouted, laughing as he watched, "Never seen a God puke before-- c'mon, FASTER!" and "Hey! Put me down, mate!" he cried out, still laughing, when Methos grabbed him around the waist from behind and spun HIM, as well. "Don't forget I can hurt you, demon-boy..." he growled playfully when the man finally let him go.

Methos frowned slightly, taking the blond's hand. "Does it bother you...? That I'm part demon, then?" He wasn't entirely sure of how HE even felt about that little revelation Sauverna had made two nights earlier, but... if Spike was alright with it, then... but WAS Spike alright with it? They hadn't really talked about it yet.

The blond sighed, tightening his grip on the immortal's fingers. He'd been thinking about exactly that for the last little while, and he'd come to one inescapable conclusion. "Honestly? No. I mean, I think it's kind of creepy, the way your kind are made... Demon fathers, human mothers, your Mums dying in childbirth and all that, and your Dads taking you and just... leaving you wherever, but... It doesn't change anything. You're still you, so-- No. It doesn't bother me. Why? Does the whole 'I'm a vampire' thing bother YOU?"

The oldest immortal thought about that for a moment. "I don't think so," he finally said, watching Angel and Willow enjoying the day. "I mean, you've got that chip and all... but even so, it doesn't strike me that you and your Sire are like OTHER vampires." He shook his head slowly. "And I DON'T believe that you'd go back to killing indescriminately if the chip were removed. You've been working with the Slayer, from what Willow and Angel tell me, and..." He sighed softly, meeting Spike's blue eyes. "I'm NOT saying that you'll never kill again, or that you didn't enjoy it. Gods know I loved the killing and fear myself, when I still rode with my brothers, but... I think you've changed a lot, thanks to everything you've been through, so... No, the... 'vampire thing' isn't really an issue."

Spike nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "All right, then. We done talking now?" He laughed when the immortal just smiled back at him and nodded, and he laughed again as he watched Angel jumping around in the sunlight like a hyperactive puppy. "C'mon, Sire," he finally called, a broad smile on his face, "Grab that little God of yours and let's go! We don't have forever, y'know..."

The formerly broody vampire swung around, gathering his witch tightly to him as he smiled over her head at his childe. "Don't we, Spike?" he laughed, but he followed the younger vampire and the oldest immortal down the street towards the park anyway... It was going to be a wonderful eternity, and he KNEW it!

End-- pt 21

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