Chapter 11:

Buffy swirled around Will-oops, Spike while doing this weird hand thing shed seen in a movie years ago. Beach party something or other, it didn’t matter cuz she was having fun and Spike, well she suspected he was laughing AT her but at least that gorgeous smile was out.


The music changed to some swing song that nobody knew, the judges must have been having a hard time sorting out the possible winners from the ‘not gonna win even if hell froze over’ candidates so they’d upped the hardness.


Buffy smiled and looked at Spike who held out his hand looking confident.

“I cant swing dance” she told her lover who just waved his finger at her again to come closer.

She took his outstretched hand and he pulled her to him so fast she spun into his arms.

“Just let me lead and will be alright, do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you wanna win?”

“Of course I do!”

“Good.”

The next thing she saw was him spread his legs wide and then whoosh, she was sliding between them. When she reached the other side hed already spun and was facing her, they both wore huge grins.

“Your good!” Buffy gushed.

“Your beautiful.” He answered and picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his hips.

She threw her head back and laughed as he moved her guickly from one side of him to the next while she tried for dear life to keep her legs closed.


Next thing she knew she was on the floor on her ass.

“While I never!” she huffed and stood, brushing herself off daintily.

She took a look around and gasped right before she fainted, not seeing the frantic rabbit rush by her terrified.


When she came to she was in a handsome mans grasp and her hand flew to her forehead.

“Quite a spill you took there eh pet?”

“Who are you, where am I ?” she asked the man with blond hair.

“Seems to me that your in Sunnyhell California, gorgeous.” he said with a sneer.
“What am I doing hear? What year is this?”

“The year is 1999 kitten and you where just about to join me for supper.”

The man growled deeply and plunged his fangs into her neck, sipping hungrily.

Fuck she tasted good, there was no way he was gonna drain this one no matter how hungry he was. It felt as if he hadn’t fed in years but she was just too hot to kill. No he'd turn her but not just yet, first he had to make her his.

“Mine”he snarled between his deep sips.

Elizabeth threw her head back. Never before had she felt anything so pleasurable. She was quite appauled by the fact that this was no ordinary man but some sort of man/dog. How else could his teeth be so sharp?


She heard the strange one growl the word mine and something in her pulled at her soul, forcing her to respond “yours” as she fainted yet again.

Only this time Spike was there to catch her and he lifted her limp form into his arms as he headed out the door through the mob of monsters, princess’s, knights, demons and was that a rabbit?






“I can hear you lord and I will do your bidding” Joan of arc screamed and raised herself from bended knee to draw her sword. She looked around and chose the first one of many she’d been chosen to destroy. It appeared to be some hair beast, sent from the devil to reek havoc Joan established as she walked purposefully toward it.




It looked at the woman bearing the sword and started to growl.


“Rum auru groo llllllllll” * What the bananas? Whats going on? Wheres my ship, Luc, Laya,where are you? *



Xander stood in the center of it all trying to find his now animal girlfriend and the others hed come with. He didn’t have a clue what was going on but he wanted to get out of there before he became some demons butt monkey.

He turned and saw Willow approaching Chubacca and darted between them.

“Strange one, leave now. Let me do my job.”

“What the googly moogly are you talking about Wills? It’s me, Xander, your best friend…remember me?”

“Step aside, my mission does not involve you” she hissed and raised her sword as a threat.


Just then Oz came out of nowhere and punched her, knocking her out cold. He looked at Xan with a shameful expression.

“Had to be done.”

Xan nodded his agreement. “Whats happening?”

“The costumes I think. Everyone wearing them has turned into their outfits.”

“Not everyone” Xan countered. Theres still a few of us who are the same.”

Just then Spiderman swung by their heads and ran out of webbing, falling on his ass to be attacked by what Xan could only describe as goblins.

“Ethans Halloween shop!”Xan shouted. “That’s where the others bought their costumes.”

“We need Giles” Oz yelled over the roar of the screams and the howls.


“Grua bular tigiheu”

Xan patted the wookie and looked at Oz, who had his eyebrow raised.

“He said that we fought by his side so he will fight by ours, it is the way of the wookie.”

“Cool.” Oz answered as they battled their way to the exit, Xan stopping for a minute to snatch a rabbit that was hiding under the table and giving it a quick kiss to its trembling head. “It’ll be okay baby” he said to the shaking fluff ball as he followed the others into the night.



“Where am I?” Elizabeth asked for the second time that night and tried to stand but was too weak.

“In a cozy l'il crypt” came the snarky reply.

She couldn’t see him but somehow he was walking towards her with an inhuman ease.

“How is it you do not stumble sir, 'tis as black as cloak in here.”

She couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t petrified of the creature who had not too long ago snacked on her neck but she felt safe somehow.

“Vamp eyes kitten, the better to see you with.”

She could vaguely see the white of his teeth when he smiled and the glowing amber orbs she assumed where his eyes.


“What is this….vamp thing you refer yourelf as?”


“Were undead we are, the lot of us. There as thousands of us who walk the earth. Once upon a time I was like you princess, living, breathing, human. Now im so much more. Im immortal and you will be too .”


Elizabeth gasped. “And if I refuse?” she said angrily not liking where this talk was going. But she was just a frail girl, how could she fight this monster?

“You don’t get to refuse” he answered simply and laughed. It was an eerie sound that filled her with dread and yet, at the very same time, she had to bite back a smile and the tingles it sent down her spine. And they where not of the unpleasant variety. She blushed. It just wasn’t proper to be having these thoughts about a stranger, and a stranger that wasn’t human at that. She mentally tsk’d herself and the man/creature laughed loudly.


“You’re a strange bird.”

He could see the confused look on her face and continued. “I bit you, marked you, now im in your ‘ead wether you like it or not.


Elizabeth just glared at him since she didn’t need to speak.


Spike gasped and looked shocked. “You’re a saucy one.” He said and sauntered over to her. “Lets begin shall we?”










“Giles” xander screamed while he pounded on the librarians door.

The door swung open a few seconds afterwards and the group rushed in. Giles gaped at the Wookie, he shamefully admitted to the boys that he did in fact know what one was, and they filled him in on everything.


“You say the shop belonged to a man named Ethan?”

“Ya, creepy looking british guy.” Xan said.

“Bollocks, that nancy boy was in town and I didn’t even realise it.” The older man said with a large frown marring his face.

“Right then, well head to his shop. He and I go way back and if I know him as well as I used to then he'll be there watching all the chaos hes created.”


They loaded up on weapons and headed out, leaving Joan of Arc chained to the bathtub and the rabbit in Giles room where it had run under the covers to hide.






Joan woke up in a panic. “Free me you cowards” she shouted to the empty house over and over again.

When she realised no one was coming to help her she started to pray to god for his aid. He wouldn’t let one of his messengers down….right?





They reached the Halloween shop and Chubacca kicked open the door and looked at the others in what they assumed was a happy way. It was kinda smiling, or at least they thought it was. It was pretty hard to tell.


“Ripper old friend, jolly good of you to pop by for a visit. Sadly I was just on my way out.” The other british man said and tried to rush past them only to run right into a rock hard mass of….fur?


“Not quite yet Ethan.” Giles growled as he pushed the once-friend to the floor and rolled up his sleeves, this was gonna be fun.






“Begin what?” Elizabeth asked nervously.

“Changing you.”

She slapped him as hard as she could across the face. “I will not undress in front of your molesting eyes!”she screeched angrily.

He held his face and vamped out, showing off his bumpies and making her shy away from him.

“Bloody hell woman, I didn’t mean change your clothes. I meant make you like me.”


“Oh…….” She wound up and slapped him again, this time drawing blood.

“Bloody fuck, what was that for?” he asked as his tongue swept out to lick the fluid running from his lower lip, it tasted like her he thought with a smile.

“For wanting to kill me.” She said as tears sprang to her eyes.

“Come on now pet, I don’t wanna kill you.” A pause. “Well I do but only so you can come back and be with me forever, I want you by my side always princess.”he said as he kneeled down in front of her and took her tiny hands into his own.


Elizabeth bit her lip. She knew it wasn’t the right time to be thinking this, what with an undead creature wanting to make her one of his kind but that was the most romantic thing shed ever heard and she had to fight every fiber of her Victorian being not to swoon.


The man/thing that called himself Spike stood and wrapped his arms around her, diving in and pressing his cold but sweet tasting lips to her own.






Punch. “How” Punch “do we” Punch “Fix this?”


Ethan spit out blood and glared at the watcher. “Nice to know you still have the ripper in you Rupert.”

Punch.

“Alright then.” Ethan pulled an amulet out of his pocket and handed it over to Oz, who took it and smashed it, smashing was always a good way to go.


Xan went to the window and looked out to the streets. Everyone was walking around and looking confused but they where normal again. As normal as Sunnydale residents could be that is. “All clear.” Xan said to the others.


Giles looked at the man he’d been beating on. “When you wake up you better leave this town for good or ill see to it that the ‘ripper’ is the last thing you see. You’ve endangered hundreds of innocent people Ethan.”

“What do you mean when I wake up?” he asked before his world went black.


Giles stood over the unconscious man and smirked. It was good to let loose sometimes.






Andrew ripped off his mask and took deep breaths of air before turning an accusing eye to the other two with him.

“What the grape nuts is going on here?”

They all looked at him and laughed lightly.

Xan walked over and drapped his arm over the boys shoulder. “Into every generation….”




Anya woke up and looked around. Where was she? Why was it so dark? She flung her arms wildly and tossed the blanket off of herself. Am I in Giles’s bedroom?

Oh god she thought as she ran to the bathroom to throw up, she felt as if shed been violated in the worst way possible.


But when she flung open the door to find Willow chained to the tub she thought maybe things hadn’t been all that bad for her…….





“Mmmmmmmmmm” Buffy moaned against Williams lips before the nights earlier events came rushing back and her hand flew to her neck.


William gasped and pulled away from her. “Buffy…im so sorry princess….” He had tears in his eyes when he saw what he’d done to her.


“You claimed me.”

“I know you cant forgive me-“ he didn’t even have time to finish his sentence because Buffy shot herself at him and squealed happily.

“You claimed me even though you where this big bad vamp. You still wanted me!!!”

“Ill always want you Buffy.”

As he closed his eyes and held her to him tightly he thanked god that she wasn’t upset. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he still felt guilty. He’d scarred his kitten. But when he saw how happy she was at the fact that he hadn’t just eaten her and left her dead he had to smile himself. Only his girl could find the 'yay' in that!







After the gang had met up at Giles and everyone told their story and the house was empty again Giles went to his room and flopped on his bed.

“What the hell?”he roared and jumped up with look of disgust on his face. When he turned on the lights and saw for the first time all the brown pellets that where lining his sheets he paled and ran for the shower.

‘Anya’ he cursed as he went to the living room and lied on his couch to try and get some sleep, thoughts of rabbit feces haunting his mind.


 

Chapter 12:

“Oh William its so beautiful….”

“You like it princess?”

“I love it but I cant accept this its too much.”

“You’ll break my heart if you don’t.”

“But it must have cost a fortune.” Buffy countered and stared at the platinum band with the heart shaped diamond that was on her hand.

William laughed. “If that’s your way of trying to get the price out of me it wont work.”

Buffy frowned. “That’s not what I was trying to do baby, I just meant-“

“I was teasing kitten, but its yours, ill not be returning it in this life so just wear it and shush up about the cost, you’re worth everything to me kitten and this ring is just a small token of my love for you.”



Buffy looked at the ring, then at William, then at the ring again, it was REALLY pretty and then she attacked his mouth with hers.

Today was their 4 month anniversary and the ring had been his gift to her. She felt bad that all she’d gotten him was a Sex Pistols CD collection and a zippo lighter that had “Big Bad” scrawled on it. It was a symbol of the night he’d claimed her.

They’d already been through so much together Buffy realised as she melted into his kiss. She traced her fingers lightly over the scar cutting through his eyebrow.

He’d been patrolling with her one night about two months ago when a chick vamp had attacked him. Buffy had turned around to see him on the ground and bleeding right before he dusted the bitch. She’ felt so proud of her man at that moment. Plus he’d looked all bad ass ‘I’ve been hurt, wanna fuck?’. Sadly he hadn’t wanted to, the british in him had demanded that he rush home and disinfect the gash before he contracted some ‘foul undead disease’, his words, not hers!!!


They’d been pretty hot and heavy since the Halloween crazyness and Buffy was nearly at wits end. Not that she didn’t love his tongue, cause she REALLY REALLY did. It was almost sinful what he could do with it but after a while his mouth and his fingers just weren’t enough. It felt as if there was a void inside her that would only be filled once they made love, she knew deep down that he was the missing part of her soul and she was desperate to be whole again. She sighed out loud.


William pulled away. “Whats wrong baby, are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?” he asked frantically as he sat her on her bed and felt her forehead.

“Your not hot sweetheart.”

“That’s not where the fever is.” Buffy whispered with a pout.

William looked at her and cocked his head. Tonight would definitely be the night, he couldn’t not be close to her anymore and not be able to give in to his lust and his love. They’d waited long enough.

“Right then, is it here?” he asked and gently began to massage her breasts over her thin tank top.

She closed her eyes and arched towards his now skilled hands. With a moan she shook her head ‘no’.

“No? Well then is it here?” He lifted her top over her shoulders and began to lick the smooth skin of her stomach. Nipping every so often and making her jump ever so slightly.

“Lower baby, please it’s lower.” Buffy half cried.

“It does seem to be getting warmer baby.” He moaned against her jean- covered center before biting over the material and making her thrust her hips off the bed.

He stood and pulled her pants off completely before taking his own shirt off. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat already and just the site of her like that had him hard in a second.


He kneeled over her again and licked her slit slowly as his free hand massaged her leg. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him up to her mouth.

Kissing him she frantically tried to remove his pants but her hands where shaking too badly. He guided her fingers until the button popped open and she straddled him.



“Fuck baby” he moaned as she rubbed her naked heat over his throbbing dick for the first time His eyes rolled back and he bucked his hips which only encouraged her more.


She took his cock into her hand and guided the head to her clit. She all too slowly rubbed him over the sensitive clit as she writhed to the pleasure of it all. William had to hold himself back from cumming at the site of her using him to get herself off like that. It was bloody incredible!


She screamed his name seconds afterwards and when her eyes opened she looked as if she was on the prowl…

She leaned over and shut the lamp on her nightstand off leaving only the bright moonlight to illuminate them.

They both gasped at the others beauty. Buffy was mesmerized by the way the pale light made the shadows accentuate every cut in every one of his muscles, making him look like a god. His eyes where almost black with lust but through it all she could see the undying love that would never leave those orbs, he would love her until the day he died and she knew that the same thing went for her.

William bit his lower lip as he watched the emotions dance over his kittens face. Lust, passion, desire, love, so much love it made his heart swell. He would never love another one for the rest of his life, she had tainted him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.


“Buffy baby…”

“Shhh, let me do this for you, for us okay?”

He could only nod his head in response. She guided him between her folds and ever so slowly lowered herself inch by inch. He had one hand wrapped tightly around her waist and the other clutching the bed frame behind his head.

Buffy knew that initially it would hurt but when he passed her barrier she was surprised that the pain had only lasted seconds.

William gasped when he felt the sensitive skin break away and looked into her eyes. She was smiling softly down at him.

“Baby you feel so perfect.” He moaned but remained still, allowing her the necessary time to adjust to his length.

“Everything we do is perfect William.” She whispered and began to gently sway her hips, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself.

In moments her head was thrown back in pure ecstacy and she was breathing hard. William sat up and licked her neck, the hand that had been holding the headboard now gave him support as he pounded into her with his growing need.

“Baby, so tight….so wet….”he was so lost it was beyond him to form a sentence but Buffy was too dazed to even notice.

Her walls began to squeeze him and he grunted at the shockwave it sent through his body. He flipped them over and pinned her hands over her head as she ground herself against him for friction.

“Like that kitten?” he asked when he pinched her clit and she screamed.

“Harder” she managed to choke out. William smiled and obeyed, who was he to deny this goddesss?

He started to pump into her with bruising force but it was just right for the slayer in her as her whole body tensed and she screamed his name.

When her eyes opened again she encouraged him on. “Cum for me baby…so big…feel so good, wanna hear you cum…’

And he did. He came with a roar, pumping into her in short thrusts several times before one last mind numbing plunge and then he fell on top of her, his body exhausted and his soul satiated.


When he had the presence of mind to roll off of her to let her breathe he pulled her into his side, so that they where face to face.

“That was incredible Buffy.”he murmured, “I am so in love with you baby.”

“I know.” She said with a winning smile before yawning, “You’re the only one for me William.”

She snuggled into him so that her head was resting over his heart and he kissed her forehead.

“Sweet dreams princess.” He whispered.

“Will?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’ll be here in the morning right?”

“Always baby, sleep now.” He ordered gently as he played with her hair and watched until her breathing slowed and evened before shutting his own weary eyes, a smile gracing his face as he drifted into his dreams, which as always, where of the bright future that they had together.

 

Chapter 13:

Buffy felt warmer then usual when she woke up that morning and then it hit her. She wasn’t alone. Her thoughts drifted back to the night she and William had shared and she snuggled in closer to his heated form.

“Mmmmmm”she mumbled softly.

“Morning kitten.”

She opened her eyes and found him looking at her softly.

“Morning baby.” She smiled.

He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss before stretching his body out.


She giggled at the sight of naked William stretching and looking like a cat while he did so. His two arms where spread out in front of him and his back was arched upwards, leaving his very uncovered ass in the air and asking for a ….

“OW” Will yelled as her hand connected with his skin leaving a handprint on his bottom.

Buffy just giggled and he growled playfully before his tickling fingers found her ribs and she didn’t find it so funny anymore.

“I cant breathe” she shrieked after a moment of laughing so hard she was gasping for breath.

He stopped and gave her a smug look. “That’s what you get for messing with the big bad.”

She raised a brow. “The big bad huh? She said wickedly and looked down at his impressive appendage and grabbed it. “Well its definitely big but ill have to say its not bad, in fact its quite good.”

William smiled proudly before pouncing on top of her.


5 hours later……..

“Fuck me” Buffy breathed after he rolled off her.

“Again?”

“NO I cant take anymore, just a figure of speech baby.” She said with a laugh.

“Thank god.” He moaned and wiped his face with his hand.



They showered and Buffy walked him to the door. He was gonna go home and change and shower and then he was gonna head back after supper.

Buffy called Willow for some much needed girl talk and the redhead was over twenty minutes later.


“Spill buffy!” Willow said with her resolve face and Buffy smiled as they sat side by side, facing each other on the couch.

“We made love!” Buffy squealed excitedly and Willow bounced giddily on the cushion.

“Details RIGHT NOW, except for the icky ones.” Her face scrunched up at that and Buffy started talking.

“It was so perfect Willow. It was slow and passionate and he was so gentle. Everytime he touched me it was like he was saying ‘I’ll always love you’ but without words.”

“Oh my goddess” Willow breathed and motioned Buffy to continue.

“We fell asleep holding each other and when we woke up it was like we couldn’t get enough. He’s the fucken’ energiser bunny Willow, but an x rated version!”

Both girls laughed at that and Willow was never happier for her friend. It was about damn time Buffy was happy. Not that she hadn’t been happy lately but the horny factor left her blond friend constantly agitated but that was gone now so yays all around!

“I know he’s the one Willow, I can feel it here.” Buffy went on and put her hand over her heart. “It’s like my heart doesn’t beat on its own anymore, it beats with his. I know it sounds corny but hes my everything, my reason to keep fighting except for you and the scoobies.”she added to let her friend know how much she meant to her as well.

Willow smiled and touched Buffys hand. “I know what you mean. It’s like me and Oz, I cant picture not having him in my life.”

Buffy noticed Willows slight frown at the mention of her boyfriend.

“Are things okay between you two?”

“I don’t know. The last 2 months have been weird. Theres certain nights that well have plans and hell cancel last minute on me. I know hes hiding something from me but I just don’t know why.”

“Oh Willow im sure it has nothing to do with your relationship, hes probably just going through something big right now. You know he loves you.”

“I know I just wish he’d tell me what was going on. Maybe ill ask him about it tonight. I’ll stop by his house EVEN though he cancelled and demand an answer, ill even put on my resolve face!” Willow said forcefully.

“That’s my girl, that face would work on hardened criminals Willow, you’ll get your answer!”


The phone rang interrupting them and while Buffy talked to William, it was obviously him with all the ‘baby’s’ and ‘sweetie’s’ f;ying around, she packed her stuff. It was almost time to go see Oz. Time always flew when she was with her best friend and she was thankful for the time they always made for each other.

“Buffy hung up and looked at Willow. “Leaving already?”

“Ya I’m off to see the wizard.”

“The wonderful wizard of Oz?”

“That’d be the one.” Willow answered and they giggled.

“Thanks for coming over Wills, I appreciate it.” Buffy said and gave her friend a hug. “Want me to walk you home, its almost sunset?”

“No ill be fine, I brought my bike so ill be home in less then ten minutes. Plus shouldn’t you be getting ready to see William?”

“How’d did you know he was coming?”

“You’re a little flushed sweetie.” Willow said with a smile and waved as she left the house leaving an embarrassed Buffy on her own.

She walked up the stairs and got in the shower. William would be there in a half an hour and she wanted to be pretty.










William yelled goodbye to his mom and headed out. He had a ‘date’ with the girl of his dreams and he walked with a bounce in his step.

He was walking by the cemetery when he heard a woman sobbing. He peeked in and saw a frail girl with long dark hair with her head resting on a tombstone while her body shook with its cries. He didn’t want to be late meeting Buffy but he didn’t want something happening to the strangely beautiful woman while she was so obviously distressed.

He walked up and put a hand gently on her shoulder so as not to frighten her.

“Are you alright miss?” he asked softly and he gasped when she looked up at him. Her eyes where hypnotizing and her couldn’t look away. “It’s not safe to be here after dark.” He advised softly.

“They took my daddy away.”

“Who did miss?”

“The pixies with their shiny orbs and rotten words, I’ve come to get him back.”

Alright so he knew she was crazy so why wasn’t he walking away? He couldn’t even answer his own question as he sank deeper into her brown orbs.

“Youre covered in sunshine sweet boy, it hovers all around you. If I cant have my daddy then I want the light.” She sing-songed with a pout.

She raised to manicured nails and waved them in front of his face. He couldn’t help but follow their sway.

“Be in me sweet boy.”

When he was standing completely still she walked over and kissed his neck.

“Buffy.” Was all he could manage to get out before two fangs pierced his delicate flesh and she drank deeply, using her strength to keep him from falling.

When the world was almost black he could feel himself being pushed against her chest. A warm liguid gushed to his mouth and god help him he was too thirsty to deny it.

He drank as deeply as she had, his mind screaming at him not to but his body was too desperate for fluid to listen.

And then there was nothing.


 

Chapter 14:


Buffy rocked herself as she cried. She’d been waiting two hours for William now. She’d tried his house but he wasn’t there and she’d only succeeded in scaring his mom.

As the tears ran down her face she stood and changed from lingerie to slayer clothes. She was hunting tonight but not for demons, for him. She knew him better then anyone and her soul knew that something must have happened, he wouldn’t break a promise for nothing.


She grabbed a few stakes and headed out.







Jenny lit the last candle being used for her spell. It would give her a vision of where her son was and what had happened. Normally she wouldn’t go to such an extent but something in her gut told her something was wrong.

“Hecatate I implore you. Show me what my own eyes cannot see.”

She looked into the bowl of water that was in the middle of the candles and screeched at what she saw.

She curled into a ball on the floor, the words ‘my baby’ torn from her lips in screaming agony.






Buffy tensed. There was someone following her through the rows of graves. She could feel it but not see it. Which meant it was William, or a vampire.

“William? She whispered. When she got no response she knew it was a vamp, William would have come to her had he been there.

“Look I’m not in the mood for hide and seek tonight so lets just get this over with.” She said to the darkness.

There was a gentle rustling as a man stepped out of the shadows. He was tall and dark, well, not his skin but his attire was. He looked all broody and forehead-y!

He had his hands raised in surrender as he spoke. “I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to help you.”he said pleadingly.

Buffy lowered her stake. “Angel I presume?”

“How did you know?”

“I have a friend of the gypsy variety.”

“Oh……”

“What do you want?”

“I want to help you fight.”

God she was gorgeous. He’d loved her for so long after Whistler had shown him her from a darkened alley. He’d finally got the courage to come to Sunnydale and meet her, the woman who had been plaguing his thoughts for over two years now. He’d seen her just before she’d been chosen, a gift of some sort from the ptb’s . She was seventeen now he calculated and the years had only made her more appealing.

She snorted. “Ya, turns out that wouldn’t be such a good idea. You’ll lose that soul of yours or something like that and go all bumpy again.”

He took a step back at her sharp words and cutting tone. This was not how he’d pictured things going.

“That can’t be true.” he said softly.

“It is though, unlifes a bitch huh?”

At his hurt expression Buffy sighed and rubbed her temples. “Look I’m sorry but I’m looking for someone right now, it’s a bad time to chat.”

“I can help you.” He answered, his eagerness back in full force.

Buffy smiled lightly. Maybe he could smell William out for her or something.

“That would be great.” She fished through her pockets and took out a note William had written her. It said only ‘I love you’ and he had given it to her for when she went patrolling without him, he’d told her it would keep her safe because he’d never let anything happen to her. “Smell this.” She said and tossed the paper to him.

Angel did as was instructed and got his scent. They walked in silence before he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air.

“What is it? Is it my boyfriend?” the tiny blond asked hopefully and Angel looked away. She had a boyfriend and that hurt his un-dead heart more then he’d thought it would. But what was irking him was the scent of this boy and the scent of Druscilla so close together. He could also smell blood. Both the boys, and his childes.

He nodded his head ‘no’ and Buffy looked away defeated. “Maybe you should go home and wait for him there. I’ll finish patrolling tonight.”

“Thank you Angel.” she said and almost ran out of the cemetery in hopes of finding William waiting on her front porch for her.

As Angel watched her leave he went in search of the vampiress he’d created so long ago, and the new childe she’d taken as well. He didn’t know how he would tell Buffy he was dead, truthfully he didn’t think he could, or would.


He walked further into the darkness and the fresh smell of death stung his sensitive nostrils.






Jenny lifted herself from the floor, unsure of how long shed been like that, and ran into the night. She was going to get her baby back, he was still her baby, always would be no matter what!


She ran through the tombstones and stopped just outside a crypt before kicking open the door. She was using heavy magicks right now and the power was flowing through her dangerously.


“Miss Edith says you should have knocked.” The dark vampires hissed. “You shall not have your cookies today mum.”

Jenny looked at her through black eyes. “Where’s my son?”

“Do you mean MY son?” Druscilla asked with a laugh as she twirled about.

Jenny waved her arm through the air and the vamp flew into a wall. She got up with a snarl but found she couldn’t move when the woman yelled “STILL!”


She growled as Jenny approached the body that lay on the sarcophagus but could do nothing to stop her from picking up his limp form and carrying him away. She hissed and snapped at her but the woman just walked on, her dead son heavy in her arms.




“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.” Jenny cried as she stepped into the night once more and walked through the graveyard on her way back to her house.

Luckily it was late enough that she didn’t run into anybody and she made it home with no disturbances.

She carried William to the basement and chained his arms to the cot that adorned the almost bare room. The magicks had worn her out and she slumped against the far wall and cried herself into a peace-less slumber, a stake held tightly in her hand. A stake she knew she could never use against the demon that wore her Williams face.






Druscilla fell to the floor later and ran into the night but the gypsy had strong powers and had covered her scent. It didn’t matter though, when her childe woke up she would know where he was. They where bonded now, for all un-life.





Angel reached the crypt where his childes scent was creeping from and stood outside the door. Of all the things he’d done as Angelus, Dru was the worst. He’d toyed with her and driven her insane before turning her. It would always haunt his soul.

He pushed open the crypt door.

“Daddy?” came the soft voice.

“What have you done Dru?” he asked full of shame. Shame for what she’d done and for what he’d done to her.

“Not daddy.” The vamp whined and shrunk away from him before she started to babble about the pixies and the stars.

Angel sighed and looked around. The boy wasn’t here but his scent was.

“Where is he Dru?”

“The pixie took him away but hell come back, good puppies always do.” She said laughing.







Buffy sat on her porch, her eyes always scanning the streets for signs of him but never finding any. She stood up and went inside before dialling his number again.


Jenny woke up to the sound of ringing and rushed to the phone. “Yes?”

“Jenny its Buffy, has Will come home yet?”

Jenny bit back tears. “Buffy, sweetie, there’s been an accident.”

Buffy sank to the floor of her kitchen.

“Is he okay?” she choked out.


Jenny prayed to god to forgive her for what she was about to do.

“He’s gone Buffy. He was hit by a car and he didn’t make it.”


“Noooooo” Buffy screamed out and started sobbing.

Jenny let herself cry as well. “The funeral will be in two days Buffy. He’ll be cremated, the damage……..the damage was bad so no one can see him.”


The two woman sat on the phone and cried for the loss of the person they both loved more then life. Jenny prayed that she would be forgiven for this sin but Buffy was the slayer and she couldn’t lose her baby twice.




When they finally hung up the phone Buffy dialled Giles number. When he picked up all he heard was crying and he rushed over to Buffys house, the anguished sobs ringing in his head. He knew who they belonged to.


He walked in without knocking and found his slayer curled into a ball on the cold kitchen tiles. She wasn’t crying anymore but was staring blankly at the wall. She didn’t even seem to notice him standing in front of her. He picked her up and brought her to the couch. He rubbed her back as he muttered soothing words to her.

After a while she fell asleep and Giles dialled Jennys number. He knew it had something to do with William, Buffy kept mumbling his name while she dreamed.




After talking to the other woman Giles hung up and had tears in his eyes. He would go see her as soon as he could but right now he had to take care of the girl he considered his daughter. While she slept fitfully all he could do was whisper “everything will be okay” over and over again as he ran a hand over her hair as he fought back his own overwhelming grief.







Jenny walked back down the stairs to the basement, she knew it take him almost a day to wake up but she didn’t want to take her chances. He looked so angelic while he lay there. Like he was at peace. But the shattered mother knew that it was a sick façade, that there would be no peace for her sweet boy now. Unless……..she ran to get her computer as a sliver of hope found its way inside.


 

Chapter 15:

Dressed in a black skirt with a long-sleeved red blouse, Buffy stood there frozen. Unable to cry, unable to speak, unable to feel anything, except the crushing weight of acceptance. Acceptance that her William was gone and that it was her fault. She was the slayer but she hadn’t made Sunnydale safe enough. She’d let him into her world and now he was gone.


Her hair, worn down and straight that morning, blew in the passing breeze. There were over a hundred people there; mother, classmates, teachers, friends, neighbours and one desperate girl trying to hold onto a love that would not die along with him.


No one spoke or dared to move as Andrew’s voice floated to them on the wind. He stood tall and proud. Proud that he had known the young man that he was, at this instant, speaking of so highly.



“Not many people knew him, not too many people tried to. But in his own way, I think he preferred that. William never stood alone in a crowd, he stood out, and that makes a world of difference. He was better than most of us. He cared to an extent I don’t believe humankind has seen before him, and his capacity to love went beyond what Sunnydale will see again. Each one of us he spoke to, nodded at, lent a helping hand to or forgave those countless times, with no reason to, for their unwavering cruelty–each one of us was blessed. In my heart, I know that he is watching us and lending us his strength. Strength to move on and heal ourselves from this massive loss, strength to forgive ourselves for the things we did and said, and strength to forgive ourselves for what we didn’t. A little while ago, William approached me with an envelope, and asked me to open it only when the time was right. When he passed I opened that paper and what I saw were his last words to all of us. William seemed to always know what was coming so, with his mother’s permission, I would like to read it to you all.”

He looked over at Jenny who nodded her tearstained face, then back again at the crowd.

“To those of you I did not know so well, I wish you the best in life and in success. Follow your hearts and don’t let petty hatred blind your vision. In each and everyone of you is the incredible capacity to grow into the person you were intended to become. To Mr. Rupert Giles, you have my blessing to be by my mother’s side, and if this is being read, then I am most certain she will need you now, more than ever.”

Andrew skimmed over the part meant for him; it was theirs and he didn’t want to share it. He skipped ahead and continued.

“To my new friends who took me in without hesitation, thank you all. You have made my life that much happier and I cannot thank each of you enough. To my Buffy, I will never stop loving you. I’m just loving you from a different place right now. When you need me I will be close and when you speak, I will hear each whispered word if it is meant for me. You have to go on living Buffy, so that one of us still is. My heart is with you….. I wish you all the best and end my scribblings with these words for my loved ones in hopes that, in time, these few lines ring true. ‘I still miss those who are no longer with me, but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss’, it was a quote by Rita Mae Brown. May you find solace in those words.”


Andrew wiped the tears from his face and stepped to Buffy’s side as the priest began the necessary invocation. He had a letter for her that had come in the envelope from William.

When the time came to throw the first handful of dirt, Jenny walked up to a rigid Buffy and took the girl gently by the hand, leading her to the earth. She took a handful of it and placed half in Buffy’s shaking hand and together they tossed it over the casket. It was what he would have wanted.

“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.” The priest finished, as one by one, everyone lined up to drop the single white rose they each held. It represented purity, it represented him.



An hour later Jenny placed a hand on Buffy’s shoulder, “Everyone’s gone sweetie, your friends are waiting.”

Buffy looked straight ahead, not once turning to the voice. “Go without me, I need to stay for a while.” she said softly.

Jenny nodded in understanding, turning and walking towards the others. She felt horrible for what she’d done and how far she’d gone with her lie, but the mother in her had demanded William have a proper funeral. He deserved to be mourned because, even though his body would go on walking the earth, he would not be in it.


“Leave her be,” Jenny told the others as they walked to Giles’s car and got in. Each one’s face was stained with tears, each one lost in their own mourning, not strong enough to argue and so they silently obeyed her command.

So, in solitude, Buffy stood there watching over his grave with eyes that no longer shone. The letter that Andrew had slipped her gripped tightly in her hand.





Jenny walked into her house and headed for the basement after sleeping for a few hours. The last few days had drained her of all her energy and her body was still recovering from the magicks she had used to go up against the vampires. The fact that sleep had been replaced by researching her tribe’s old ways did not help her weary limbs and mind.


She approached the cot where he was still chained, and upon seeing that he was still unmoving, she knelt in front of him and ran a hand over his cheek.

“It was a beautiful ceremony, sweetie. You were well loved in life and you still are in death.”

She leaned her head against the cot and sobbed into her arms. She didn’t know how long she’d been doing it, but she tensed when she felt something run over her hair.

She looked up slowly and came face to face with her son’s shining eyes. He was trying to play with her hair the way he used to when she’d cry in front of him after a bad day but he could only get a couple of fingers to touch her head.

“Baby?”

“I’m sorry Mum.”

He looked at the stake lying a few feet away from her and she followed his eyes. “Use it.”

“William, no. You don’t know what your saying!” Jenny cried.

“I’M HUNGRY MUM.” he roared “USE THE FUCKEN THING”


Jenny watched in horror as her ‘son’ thrashed wildly on the cot and started to hiss and snap at the air. She scooted to the corner of the room unable to take her eyes away.



William was in so much pain, it was unbearable. There was something else in his body and it was trying to push him out. It was telling him to feed off the very one who had given him life and he was fighting with all his strength not to give in to it.

The demons spirit swirled inside him and glared at the light in the center of its new home. Something was wrong. That was not supposed to be there. Its vessel was supposed to be empty. It raged and snarled but still, the light would not subside. Finally, it wore itself out and succumbed to the darkness of sleep; it would rest, for now. And when it woke, it would fight the light again and again until it won…..but still, the shine had caught its eye, allowing curiosity to creep into the fury, along with something it did not comprehend…..pride? Pride for the strength its vessel had…….


 

Chapter 16:

It looked into the light and studied it. It knew the light wouldn’t hurt it but still, it was weary. The light’s intensity was almost blinding and yet, the demon could not tear its gaze from it. The way it swirled and flowed was beyond graceful. Its power was as great as the demon’s and this intrigued it. The demon’s essence reached out, coming close to the light and touching it ever so slightly. What happened next came as a surprise. The demon tried to pull back but it was too late. The light pulled it in closer and started to combine with its blackness. The demon knew it should fight harder but this light was filling it with something it had yet to experience. The feeling could only be described as warmth, and the demon liked it.



William opened his eyes and looked at his mum who was sleeping next to the cot, just out of reach. The second he awoke, he was overcome with an immense grief that consumed both him and the demon. The grief was not their own, and the need to search out and comfort the one it belonged to raged inside both the demon and the man. For the first time since they had been forced into the same existence, they had found their common place, and they needed to get to its source as soon as they could.


“Mum…Wake up, mum.”

Jenny opened her eyes and looked into his.

“William?”

He shook his head sadly and tears gathered in her eyes.

“Who are you then?”

He closed his eyes and struggled to find the answer. He was still William in a sense but there was more to him now; a second voice in his head, a darkness, a demon, but something in him also whispered ‘a friend’. He smiled lightly as the truth dawned on him and he came to terms with who and what he had become.

“Spike.”






‘Dear Buffy,

If you’re reading this then I am truly sorry that I have not been able to keep the promises that I have made. Please try to forgive me for leaving you although it was not by choice. It would never have been by choice, Princess.

From the first day I saw you at school, I knew. I knew that I was made to love you and you allowed me the chance to do just that. For that, I am forever in your debt.

No matter how it has come to pass that I am gone, be it natural or supernatural, I beg you to understand that this is not your fault. Everyone’s time comes Buffy, and as much as you’d like to, you cannot save everyone from everything.

I am grateful that I had the time I did with you and I know I must have died a happy man. How could I not have? You showed me what heaven could be like every time you smiled at me and now I’m there, watching over you.

I know that things seem dark right now, but everything will be okay kitten, trust me. Time will heal the wounds you have and replace them with beautiful memories.

I have one favour to ask of you. Talk to me when you can. Even if it’s just a hello I’ll hear it and I’ll know that you have not forgotten me, as I will never forget you.

Be strong Buffy, for your friends and for my mum, for you and for me, be strong. The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it. Can you do that for me Buffy? Can you live for me?

Know that I will always love you and have not stopped, even though I am no longer there. My love eternally
William.’



Buffy folded the letter and looked at the grave she was sitting by. The stone read:

William Calendar
Loved greatly in life
Missed greatly in Death

For some reason, Jenny had not added the year of his birth or the year of his passing. As her hands skimmed over the marble, a thousand thoughts drifted through Buffy’s head.

Why hadn’t anyone seen William get hit by the car?
Why wasn’t a hit and run mentioned in the paper?
Who had called Jenny to tell her what had happened?
How had Jenny gotten to the hospital and left so quickly?

None of it was adding up. Of all the ways to die in Sunnydale, getting hit by a car was one way the town had yet to see.


“Hey baby, it’s me…” Buffy started to say but unexpectedly fell to the ground and gripped her stomach. God! She was so thirsty it hurt.

She struggled to stand again but the thirst was soon accompanied by something else. Urgency? ‘Urgency to what?’ Buffy asked herself as she lay there on the ground, closing her eyes to the pain inside of her. She was certain that these were not her feelings. But if that was the case, who in the hell’s were they? The intensity of her pain doubled for a blinding second, distracting her from feeling the tingling sensation centered on the scar on her neck.







Jenny looked on as Spike’s eyes flashed from blue to amber and understood what she needed to do. He was ‘alive’ or undead because of her and now she had to take care of the vampire’s obvious need.

Walking slowly to the bed, she took out a small knife and cut a thin line across her wrist, immediately pressing it to his mouth.


He pulled at the delicate skin between his lips as his fangs lowered and he growled in satisfaction. As he drank, the pangs he’d been feeling slowly started to fade away. He looked up at the woman who was giving him her life and retracted his teeth after a few moments. She was paler but she was okay.

“Was it enough?” Jenny asked faintly. Spike nodded his head.

“I’ve gotta go mum. I have to find her.”

Jenny shook her head. “No, it’s not safe.”

“She needs me.” He said simply.

“Just because she turned you doesn’t mean she won’t hurt you.” Jenny stressed.

“I’m not talking about my sire, mum. I’m talking about Buffy.”


“She’s the slayer.”

“And I’m a vampire. What of it?”

“She’ll kill you.” Jenny cried, her voice choking as the words left her lips.

“And I’ll willingly let her, but not before I tell her I love her one last time.”

Jenny shook her head again.

Spike growled angrily. “I know you’re trying to do what’s best for me, but if your idea of what’s right is keeping me chained up here for the rest of your soddin’ life and a good chunk of my unlife, then stake me now. If I can’t see her then what’s the point of living?”

“You’re not living.” Jenny said quietly as her tears fell.

“I am when I’m with her,” he said just as softly. Jenny took the key to the chains that held him and slipped them in the lock.









“Oh the stars are whispering again daddy…psst, psst, psst, they tell me all their secrets.”

Angel looked at her and sighed. He’d been by her side almost the whole time since he’d found her days ago. She was crazier then he remembered if that was possible.

“What are they saying Dru?”

“It’s time to meet your grand childe daddy.” She said with a laugh as Angel stiffened.



 

Chapter 17:

Spike flew through the darkened streets of Sunnydale and let his body lead him. It took him to the cemetery and when he rushed through the gates the scent hit him. Slayer. His slayer!

He weaved in and out of the stones until he saw her and he stopped dead in his undead tracks.

“Buffy.” He whispered too softly for her to hear.

She was just getting up and brushing herself off from the remnants of grass and dirt that had clung to her when she’d fallen just moments before.

He could see the grief plainly on her face and the demon raced forward, only to be pulled back by the light it was connected to. It snarled angrily. It needed to get to her and feel her, make sure its mate was okay, but the light would not allow this. The demon allowed the light to explain itself.

‘We’re a monster now mate.’ It said with a sad understanding of what they had become.

True he had said that he would let her finish him off but now there was a different need, a stronger need. Protect. Protect this golden angel for as long as he could, and if he was dust then he couldn’t do that.

‘Ours’ the demon raged and tried again to lead his vessel to the girl but the light stopped him once more. ‘Not anymore’. Spike vamped out then, it was the demons way of trying to take control but it could not win this round.

Spike retreated into the shadows and watched as she walked away, the demon mewling in protest and the man crying for what he had just come to realise. He was no longer the one that Buffy had loved so well.





Buffy walked through her house and up the stairs. She took a long shower and pulled on a tank top and shorts. She stumbled into bed exhausted and confused. Tomorrow she would ask Giles what could have caused the pain she had experienced tonight but she wouldn’t bother him right now. He was out with Jenny, ‘let him have what happiness he can’ Buffy told herself.

She felt the sting of tears in her eyes and blinked them back angrily. ‘Don’t cry, be strong, be strong for him’ she told herself over and over until she fell into a deep sleep. She loved to sleep now. When she slept he was still with her and she was still happy. When she slept.





Spike leaned against the tree he was sitting in and smoking a cigarette from a pack he’d stolen off some wanker. He was hungry but it could wait. Right now he wanted nothing more then to sit up here and watch his girl.

An hour passed and finally her breathing evened out. He got ready to jump out of the tree and go home but a distinct scent reached him and he gasped.

“Naughty girl.”

He jumped softly onto her window sill in a crouched position and breathed deeply. It was the unmistakable scent of arousal!


A growl rippled through him. She was aroused and it wasn’t by his hands. Anger drove him and gave him the courage to step into the darkened room. He slipped slowly to her bed and looked down at her. If his heart could beat right now it would break his chest. She looked so beautiful, so at peace. He had not seen that on her face in the graveyard.

She was moving ever so slightly and every now and then a smile would grace her face.

‘Tell me who you’re dreaming of kitten” Spike encouraged softly, so as not to wake her, he needed to hear her voice, to make this moment real.

She scrunched up her face and giggled, the word “William” coming out in a whisper.

Spike beamed at the sleeping goddess. “That’s a good girl” he said, proud that it was him that was making her so happy even if it was only in a dream. He leaned back as a thought ran through his head, an evil thought but one that didn’t actually belong to the demon, it belonged to William.

Buffy was the heaviest sleeper he’d ever known. Nothing short of an Apocalypse could wake her and he had always been curious to how she would react if he’d touch her. Would she wake up?

A hand crept slowly to her face and he traced it’s curves with a feather light caress…..no sign of waking, her heart beat remained slow and steady. A smile crept to his mouth.



***Buffy looked at William shocked. They had been walking through a lane way to meet their friends at the bronze when all of a sudden he’d pushed her into the wall and was looking at her with darkened eyes.

“William?”***

Oh no this was just too much. The scent of her arousal had just increased by a tenfold and her heart had sped up. To top it off she was talking now. Well if she could talk then she could probably hear him.

Spike growled and his hands slipped just under her shorts.

*** “Shhh kitten, I’m gonna make it all better baby.”

Buffy giggled. “Did you just growl at me William?”

“Call me Spike tonight princess.” He answered and sunk his fingers into her heat. She sucked in a breath and smiled at him slyly.

“Alright then Spike. Where gonna be late if we don’t leave now.”

Another growl, another flow of juices from between her legs. “I don’t bleedin’ care Buffy, tonight’s about you, about what you need.”

“And what do I need?” she managed to gasp out as his thumb flicked her clit.

“Me.”***


Bleeding fuck! She was talking back as if she was awake and having a conversation with him…it was almost unbearable. His erection throbbed against his jeans and he shut his eyes tightly, tonight was about her he reminded himself.







Spike pressed a small kiss to her forehead and exited through the open window. He looked back and smirked. He had made her scream and scream, and then scream once more. Although his own needs still needed tending he couldn’t have been happier. He looked at the sheets that where gathered around her legs and couldn’t help but smile. They where practically soaked and it was his hands that had caused it.

“Sweet dreams princess” he said as he jumped down into the yard.

“Bye Spike.” A still sleeping Buffy answered softly with a satiated smile on her lips.




Druscilla looked at Angel and beamed.

“Aren’t you going to answer the door daddy?” she said in a hushed tone although no one had knocked.

Angel walked to the door of the crypt and pulled the handle. There, standing on the other side, through the puff of smoke that had just been blown in his face, was a young man with bleached hair and a leather coat. He knew the boys scent.

“Is the misses in?”

Angel growled at the new vamp. Angelus was dying to come out and make the boy kneel down to him. He was his grandsire and he demanded respect.

Spike growled right back and pushed past him. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist old man, I’ve just got a few questions for the lady and I’ll be on my way.”


Spike walked over to the now twirling Dru and stopped her suddenly by placing his hands on her arms.

“WHY?” he roared and she whimpered.

“Aren’t you happy sweet boy? Mummy’s gone and taken away that nasty light that blinded you, flitted about you like a nasty bug.”

Spike felt his anger start to boil as his fangs came down. “Wrong! It’s still there, still inside me and it hates you.” He bellowed.

Dru swiped her nails across his face, the same two she had used to cut herself so that he could feed from her those few nights ago. “Naughty boy you are, you belong nowhere, your caught in between.”

Angel took that opportunity to speak up. “What do you mean Dru?”

“He’s all black and white daddy, just like the first tv’s” Dru spat out.

Spike looked at her and laughed, gaining the other two’s attention. “Has anyone ever told you youre fucking retarded? And you,” he pointed at Angel, “You’re a sick fuck for not dusting her and sparing her the misery of living forever with the way she is!”

Angel growled again and lunged at Spike who just dodged out of the way quickly, making his elder stumble and fall. He placed a boot on Angel’s head and ground his face into the dirt that covered the floor. Looking again at Dru he spoke.

“What’s wrong with me? Why am I like this?” he pleaded.

Dru walked up and placed her hand on his, all previous malice gone from her face. “I didn’t make you.” She pouted.

“Yes you did, you bit me, you turned me!” he yelled.

“I only brought you back.” She said sadly and sunk to her knees whimpering, she would speak no more.






Spike tore out of the crypt and ran to the only place he knew he could find some answers. Home. He needed to know what the retard had been spouting off about. When he’d woken up he’d seen things, through his link to Dru he supposed. He knew who Angel/Angelus was, he knew how Dru had become a vamp, he knew who had sired Angel. He guessed it to be ‘family vamp history 101’ but things still weren’t adding up. Why did he not feel the need to be with his sire, why did he not feel the need to feed off people…well he did but he had no urge whatsoever to kill them, he would be fine with any blood he got.


When he got to his house he saw Giles’s car in the driveway and went around the back. It was just after twelve and he figured the man would be leaving soon. He sat in the shadows and waited patiently.







Willow sat at home and cried. Oz had broken his plans with her again, just like he had yesterday. Was there something wrong with her? Did he not love her anymore? Willow wiped her eyes and put on her resolve face. She wouldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for herself. She’d go to his house and make him tell her the truth.

She dressed and headed out. When she reached his door she thanked the heavens that his roommate Devon wasn’t in. Not that he usually was, he was always back and forth from here to L.A negotiating contract terms for their band. He had yet to find one that suited their needs, which was fine by her. The longer they had no contract the longer they stayed in Sunnydale.

She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. After a moment she rang again. Still no answer. She pulled the extra key out from under the welcome matt and went inside. What she heard chilled her to the bone.
It sounded like something was howling.

She approached the basement steps and put her ear to the door. Yup. Definitely howling. She shivered at the loneliness the sound held and walked to Oz’s room. He wasn’t there so she grabbed a crossbow from under his bed (he was always prepared) and sat down. She kept her eyes on the door and the crossbow raised, waiting for her lover to come back.






Andrew sat on the floor in his room going through everything he had that reminded him of William.

At the moment he was looking through a photo album he’d started about a year and a half ago. The day he’d met William actually.

He flipped through the pages and smiled fondly at the memories they held.

Him and William standing next to a life sized stand up of Luke Skywalker and holding fake light sabers.

William giving him the finger with a smile on his face and a wig on his head. It had been for their act in last year’s talent show…. it was a long story!

William picking himself up from the ground after falling down in the SDH hallway after seeing Buffy for the first time.


Andrew wiped a tear from his face and silently thanked the girl. She had given William so much and he hoped she realised that. He closed the book and sighed. God he missed his friend. But he was in a better place now!





“I’m in hell!!!” Spike cried as his hands covered his ears. He was in the backyard and he could still hear the noises coming from his mother’s room. That’s not what he had had in mind when he had left that letter for Giles telling he had his blessings!!!



Finally the noises stopped and Spike almost cried in joy. Once he was sure Giles was gone he knocked on the back door.

When it opened he growled and Jenny smiled. “Sorry….”

“Bloody well should be!” he hissed as he walked by her……. “Why don’t I need an invitation? We need to talk mum, there’s something ‘off’ with the demon in me or something. It’s not acting……”


“Like a bloodthirsty animal that only cares about itself?”


Spike looked at her open mouthed. “Well, yeah….. But there’s other stuff too.”

“Tell me.” Jenny said as they sat and talked, Spike giving her every detail of what he could.


When he was done she stood up. “So you’re connected to Buffy somehow, maybe it’s because you love her?”

He shook his head. “I love you and I can’t feel you.”

Jenny smiled briefly at the admittance. “Okay well the only time I’ve heard of a vampire being able to feel a human is through a claim but since you haven’t seen Buffy, let alone marked her I don’t see how that’s possible!”


Spike looked up as realisation dawned on him. “Halloween!”


 

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