Nocturnal Bravura

VERY AU: Master Of The Sunnydale Hellmouth plays with a tortured Slayer, his dark Princess by his side. Not the story you may thing it is, in fact far from it. Come and take a journey to madness, betrayal, desire and rage. As we follow our cast of characters as they journey from the past to understand the present, as they learn love can be beautiful and pure as well as dark and dangerous. And perhaps that hardest thing in this world is too truly live in it.

Authors Note: A lot of blood-play, darkness freaky/kinky and angst and VERY NC-17. Not suitable for viewers under age. Not your typical Buffy or Spike. This will be VERY LONG with a lot of flashbacks.

Nocturnal Bravura : def

Nocturnal -from Latin nocturnes ; of, relating to, or occurring in the night

Bravura- Italian, meaning 'skill or bravery'; a musical performance that displays a bold and an extraordinary display of technique.

Chapter One: The Vampire

The Vampire hated nights like this. Everything was quiet in the cemetery...too quiet it made them think. Think about things that seemed so far away. Images flashed but nothing was ever solid not enough for any of it to make sense.

At least when there were screams everything was loud so loud it overtook all flashes of the vampire’s mind.

A hunger stirred inside. Something was coming. The heartbeat echoed through the vampire’s head.

“Yes, be loud.” The vampire whispered.

So loud the images would go away.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

It approached closer.

The Vampire reached up over it’s head and swung into the top of branch perching quietly with cat like grace.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.....

A heartbeat. Cool steady no nervousness or fear.

With a turn of the head the vampire and took a whiff the air.

A deadly smile crept upon it’s face a single word escaped it’s lips.

“Slayer.”

Chapter Two: The Slayer

The Slayer loved nights like this. Hardly anyone or anything around. The cemetery ground were quiet. There was nothing to fight The Slayer for a little while could rest.

“Don’t let your guard down.” The Slayer thought.

“The Master or his Princess could be just around the corner.”

The Master had ruled The Hellmouth for the last two years. Elusive and deadly. Only The Slayer had seen him. Everyone from the demon world to The Watcher’s Council speculated. Only The Slayer knew who he was for sure.

A strange sensation crept up the Slayer’s neck.

“Fuck.” The Slayer muttered.

Something was there. Something was watching him. The Slayer saw the clearing in the cemetery. It was a trap. But for what?

Slowly The Slayer took a step onto the grass. To the average eye there would have been nothing. Maybe a slight breeze that rustled through the tree. Slayer sense saw the figure as it flipped off it’s branch and landed behind them.

The Slayer did a flip as well getting into a fighting stance watching the creature slowly rise from the crouching position.

“Why? Why always you” The Slayer thought.

The Slayer watched as the figure straightened up. The moonlight danced off of the vampire’s pale skin. It was exquisite. Everything about It. It’s hair, it’s lips, it eyes, it’s sometimes unfocused tortured eyes haunted The Slayer most.

The Vampire stood there smiling at it’s prey. Those same tortured eyes did not seem so unfocused tonight. The Slayer knew that could only mean one thing. The Vampire wanted to play.

The Vampire looked at the Slayer smiling.

“Hello there Slayer out for a stroll?” It said in a childlike voice.

The Slayer smiled.

“You know me I enjoy a good walk in the dark clears my head.” The Slayer replied.

The Slayer circled the vampire.

“Should we get on with this then?” The Slayer asked.

The Vampire nodded.

“Daddy, will want me to come home soon. Can‘t dance for too long.” The Vampire said in a sing song voice.

“Well, come on then Luv. You know you wanna dance.” The Slayer replied pulling a stake out of his pocket.

The vampire pouted.

“Bad Willie always needs little toys. You are The Slayer after all why bother?” The Vampire asked.

William shrugged his shoulders.

“I just like them they make me feel all manly.” He teased.

The Vampire leaned back on it’s heels ready to do battle.

“Are we ready to dance Willie?” The vampire asked.

William looked at the blonde vampire in front of him and took a deep breath.

“All right, then Buffy let’s dance.”

Chapter Three: The Dance

It was suppose to be a fight. Bloody, dirty full of rage and fear like all fights were but when they threw blows it truly looked like a dance. They countered each other flawlessly. Knew when to punch and when to block. There arms and legs never got entangled or off step. They step like they were in the throes of a waltz swinging gracefully from side to side. Moving there heads with poise. Even at times their breathing seemed timed inhaling when one exhaled and the other doing the same. Then every once and awhile.

Thwack!

William staggered back holding his nose trying to stop the bleeding.

Buffy smiled looking at him. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth licking the little bit of the Slayer’s blood that splattered across her knuckles.

“Yummy, yummy for my tummy.” Buffy said rubbing her stomach like a child.

William knew right then it was a bad night for the blonde vampire. Sometimes he would find her. Crouched in the darkness her white nightgown muddy and torn. She mumbled about things. To most people she would seem incoherent. When William heard her it ripped his heart out. The things she mumbled haunted William. If anyone knew he had left her there or at times had taken her to shelter to make sure away she was away from deadly sun in the morning he would be history. She was The Master’s Princess he should stake her on sight. However he couldn’t he never could.

Buffy looked down at her hands then up at William with a questioning look.

“What were we doing?” Buffy asked tilting her head. She put her hands on her black leather clad hips.

Suddenly like she had a moment of clarity she squealed.

“Yes we were dancing.” She said.

Buffy immediately launched herself in the air doing a series of acrobatics. William took two steps back waiting for her to finish her flips. William saw his moment he crouched down and swept her legs as she landed. Instead of falling backwards she fell into his arms. William began to push her away when he looked into her eyes.

“If the stars have burned out by the time I see them does that make them any less beautiful?” Buffy whispered her body going limp.

William gulped hard. Her words echoed a conversation from long ago. Another place in another time. William looked down at her. She looked so helpless in his arms. Her eyes, they seemed to clear from their fog for a brief moment.

“William.” Buffy said breathlessly.

William stroked her cheek and looked in her eyes.

“Elizabeth.” He whispered.

“William?” She questioned touching face almost as if she was checking if he was real.

William fought the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

“Lizzie?” He asked.

Suddenly they both heard clapping in the background.

Chapter Four: The Master

They both sprang back from each other watching the figure emerge.

William watched Buffy for a brief second as she raised her hands to her temples.

“Now, now there Slayer. Watch your manners.” The voice said.

Buffy and William looked off into the distance.

The tall figured emerged, his black leather trench coat billowed as he took slow steps to them. He stopped looking at William then at Buffy.

William resumed his defensive stance. It was The Master he was here to come and collect his Princess.

Buffy got a far off look in her eyes. A look that always broke William’s heart. She turned and clapped her hands like a child and squealed running toward the black leather figure.

“Daddy! Daddy’s here!” She screamed.

William watched as the vampire smirked he reached out in Buffy’s direction his eyes never leaving William. He was proving a point. The point not being lost to William. Buffy belonged to him. Buffy reached The Master his arms encircled her as she nuzzled into his chest.

“You shouldn’t let her out by herself. Not when she is like this.” William said.

The Master smiled at William.

“Only thing to fear out here is you. And you would never hurt Buffy would you?” The Master said reaching down and raising Buffy’s chin so she was looking into his eyes.

“Isn’t that right My Precious Princess. Willie would never hurt you.” The Master said talking to Buffy like she was a four year old. Buffy giggled like a child.

“No Daddy, Willie likes to dance.” Buffy said.

The Master continued to hold Buffy to his chest. Buffy wrapped her hands around and inside The Master’s long leather coat.

“See there then Slayer. No harm no foul. She was just having a bit of fun.” The Master said.

“I see you’re back.” William said his teeth clenched.

“What no I miss you? Really Willie I am a bit hurt. At least you took care of my Princess.” The Master said stroking the top of Buffy’s head.

“One of these days I’ll stake her and then what will you do?” William challenged.

The Master stared at William. His eyes suddenly turning gold. His smooth features contorted until his face molded into the demon William had seen so many time before. William knew he could take him right there and then. His hand gripped around his stake then the Master spoke.

“No you won’t William. Don’t you remember the first lesson of our youth? Never touch your older brother’s things.”

William watched as The Master’s face changed back into it’s human face. It was like looking at a mirror, always had been. They were identical in nearly every way. They both had the same piercing blue eyes, well chiseled jaw, toned muscles. Even the hair color was the same naturally platinum blonde. Almost everything was the same. Except for the look behind the eyes. While William’s eyes spoke of the sorrow of living life The Master’s spoke of the glee of taking it.

“Now dear brother welcome your old brother home. I have had such a journey.” The Master said sighing dramatically.

William stared at him trying not to let his older brother get the best of him.

“This isn’t you home Spike not anymore.” William said his voice quaking.

Buffy whimpered in Spike’s arms.

“Now see look what you have done Willie. You have upset out Perfect Princess.” Spike said taking Buffy’s face in his hands.

“There, there Luv. Willie did not mean it.” Spike said kissing the top of her head.

He picked Buffy up and cradled her in his arms like a baby.

For some reason she always looked so much smaller than she was when Spike did that. It broke his heart and disgusted him at the same time.

“Let’s get you home. Daddy brought you all kinds of presents. Let’s get you inside Pet. Get that cute tummy of yours filled.” Spike said touching his nose to Buffy’s giving her Eskimo kisses.

Buffy giggled and threw her arms around Spike.

William watched them for a moment. He shouldn’t care he should stop what ever Spike was planning but he couldn’t. The question screamed in his head. The words burned on his tongue. He needed to walk away. He needed not to care. If he could just turn around and walk away.

William began to do just that. He stopped finally giving into the question that rage through his mind.

“Did you find it?!” William yelled.

Spike stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.

“Did you find a way to make her better?” William asked quietly.

Spike looked down and the girl in his arms. For a moment he looked pained. Buffy sat cradled in Spike’s arms worrying the button’s of Spike red shirt humming a tune only she could hear oblivious to anything else going on around her.

“No, no I didn’t but I will.”

Chapter Five: Tomorrow

William Giles walked into his house on Revello Drive. His mind tried to process everything that had happened tonight. He knew he had to keep up appearances. His father had a sense about these things. What did William expect he was a third generation Watcher. Just like William’s grandfather and great grandmother before him. William was to inherit that role. That was before. Two years ago before the world spun out of control.

William heard Rupert emerge from the study.

“William, your back early.” Rupert observed.

William nodded.

“It was a quiet night.” William responded.

Rupert took off his glasses and pulled out his handkerchief, a tell tale sign that Rupert was about to broach a subject uncomfortable to him.

“I take it you know what tomorrow is?” Rupert asked.

William sighed nodding slowly.

“We have to be there for her William. It will be difficult for her to say the least.” Rupert said.

William smiled trying to reassure his father.

“I know. Is she sleeping yet?” William asked.

Rupert smirked.

“I assume she is in bed but you know as well as I do William she does not sleep until she sees you.” Rupert said smiling back at his son.

“Right then.” William replied.

William walked up the stairs and turned to the first door on the right. He rapped on the door.

“Will! Come in!” He heard a young girl yell.

William opened the door and walked in.

For a brief moment his previous worries melted away at the site of the young girl tucked into her covers laying in a small pick canopy bed. He walked over and sat on the edge.

“ ‘Lo Lil Bit” He said his British accent sounding a bit more thick.

“Hi Will. Kill any mean nasties tonight?” The young girl asked.

William frowned at her.

“Dawnie, you know you shouldn’t....”

“I know, I know don’t sound like Giles please. I don’t need to hear another guardian-like lecture about destiny and responsibility. How I should not even know my guardian’s son is The Slayer and that it’s a privilege to be included in the little Scooby circle.” Dawn said rolling her eyes.

William had to laugh at her.

“All right I won’t say a word.” William said.

His eyes drifted to a picture at Dawn’s bedside. It was such a beautiful photo. In the middle was Dawn’s mother Joyce, flanked on each side with her lovely daughters. William absentmindedly reached out and touched the photo.

“I know you know what tomorrow is.” Dawn whispered.

William nodded.

“Sometimes I can’t believe it’s been two years.” Dawn said picking up the photo.

“I miss them both so much.” Dawn said fat tears rolling down her tiny face.

William reached out and hugged the girl.

“I know Bit me too.” William whispered.

“Is it bad Will that I think of her more than I think of Mom?” Dawn asked.

William shook his head.

“Makes sense. Your Mum was sick for a long time. Your sister it, was sudden.” William said trying not to let her emotions get the better of him.

“Giles says we don’t have to go to school tomorrow. Well your in college so I guess you can skip whenever you want to. Me, I need an excuse. Can you believe she would have been nineteen tomorrow?” Dawn said.

William nodded looking down.

Dawn frowned.

“I’m sorry William. I know how you felt about her.” Dawn said reaching out and holding his hand.

He smiled at the thirteen year old girl in front of him. Dawnie had always been so intuitive. So smart for such a young thing. The rest of the world never saw through his facade but Dawn always did even at nine she knew William had been hopelessly in love with her sister. Now at thirteen her intuition was only stronger. Rupert suspected she may have sort of special gift, that marked by her forced maturity made Dawn different from other girls her age. Perhaps that’s why William felt so bonded to her. He knew what it felt like to see the world through eyes that were askew.

“Go to bed Lil’ Bit we’ll see you in the morning.” William said kissing the top of her head.

Dawn smiled and snuggled into the covers.

William began to walk out the door. He opened the door and begun to swing it shut when he heard Dawn whisper.

“Happy Birthday Lizzie, I miss you.”

Chapter Six: Twisted Tale Of Woe

William entered his room and shut his door he leaned against it for a moment shutting his eyes. After a long moment he walked over to his desk and sat down. He stared at the triple framed picture on his desk. One side was a recent picture of him and The Scoobies. Xander, his girlfriend Anya, Willow and her boyfriend Oz. The best mates a Slayer could ask for. They stood by him in battle and in life. Xander was somewhat of a weapons expert while Willow was good at anything to do with research that and she was a hell of a witch.

Anya, well that one was complicated. Hard to explain to the average human that you best friend’s girlfriend was once a demon that had been around for 2000 years. Even more strange to try to get them to wrap their heads around the fact that she wasn’t anymore because she got begrudgedly stuck here but somehow became a white hatter.

Oz was a great friend loyal and trusting. Adored Red who William loved like a sister. However they had to keep him caged up three nights a month being a werewolf and all.

In the center was a family picture. Spike and William’s 16th birthday their parents hugging each of them. Before their mother Jenny died. Before either of them knew anything about their destiny and fate. Before Spike.....

Spike had always been closer to his mother than he was to his father. William had deduced along time ago that it was because they shared the same carefree spirit. They were both artist. Jenny a painter; Spike a musician. They both wore their hearts on their sleeves and gave into their emotions. While William and his father were more reserved. They were both shy and sometimes a bit distant. Which was why their family unit worked so well. Gone were those days.

William looked at the final picture. It was the one that always choked him up. It was taken at Disneyland near The Haunted Mansion. The four of them looked so happy. It was Dawn’s 10th birthday. Elizabeth had begged her mother to trust her enough to take the long drive from Sunnydale to Disneyland. At first they adamantly refused Elizabeth was only 16 and had just gotten her driver’s license. William would never forget the disappointment of Elizabeth’s face. Unlike most older sisters. Elizabeth adored spending time with Dawn. She desperately wanted to give Dawn a special birthday seeing as their father said he would not attend. Hating to disappoint his two favorite girls William walked over to the artist studio behind the Summers home that Joyce and Jenny shared and volunteered his services.

Spike and William took them to Disneyland. Elizabeth absolutely spoiled her little sister showering her with everything from cotton candy to silly mouse ears. William and Spike had sat down on a bench waiting for an impossibly long line to move to let then into the “haunted” attraction. Elizabeth seizing the opportunity asked the people behind them to take a picture of the four of them. Dawn jumped onto Spike’s lap. Which seemed odd to William Dawn had always been partial to the younger of the twins. It hit him that The Bit was manipulating the situation so that Elizabeth’s only option would be to plant herself on William’s lap which she did. It was a happy genuine moment for the four of them. Gone were those days as well.

He looked at Elizabeth her eyes danced full of life and love. So different than what they looked like now. Confused, lost, weak. He put the picture down and begun his nightly ritual. He took a shower and got into bed. William closed his eyes wondering what memory would invade his dreams tonight.

Chapter Seven: Perchance To Dream Her

FLASHBACK

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Sixteen year old William Giles sat out of his porch reading his book. It was a beautiful day out. The real reason why he had to escape the confines of the inside of his house was because it felt like a circus had settled into their living room. Spike was in his room working on his latest song.

William loved music but Spike was going through his angry punk phase. Everything he wrote lately sounded like some sort of tribute to The Rollins Band. Loud brash cords with shouting instead of singing.

His father was given the task of cleaning out the study getting things ready for his wife’s latest project. The sounds of British curse words and loud angry groans emanated from the study.

While his mother was just a ball of energy. Making snacks and scurrying around the house preparing for the big day.

“William, dear what time is it?” Jenny asked.

“It’s 10:30 Mum exactly ten minutes after the last time you asked me.” William teased.

Jenny laughed and sat next to her youngest son.

“You’re mother can be so silly sometimes.” She sighed.

William squeezed his mother’s hand.

“You’re just excited. When was the last time you saw Mrs. Summers?” William asked.

“We were both in college before her husband made her drop out of the Art program. Before I met your father and we moved to England.” Jenny replied.

“I do hope you and Joyce’s girls get along. I am afraid Hank was not much of a husband or father. They have been through so much in there young lives.” Jenny said.

“I will make an effort.” William promised.

Jenny smiled.

They both heard Spike yell a few lyrics.

Jenny and her younger son shared a laugh.

“He’s just expressing himself.” Jenny supplied.

“What about you William I have not heard any of your poetry as of late.” Jenny inquired.

William immediately blushed. He opened his mouth to give his mother a reply when they both saw the large moving van approach.

Jenny squealed.

“THEY’RE HERE!” She screamed.

Jenny ran into the house announcing the arrival of her old friend and her daughters to the members of her family inside.

William closed his book and stood up. He watched as a Cherokee jeep filled to the brim pulled up to the driveway across the street.

First a small auburn haired little girl came bouncing out of the car. She saw William and immediately ran over.

William hopped the three steps of his porch to go and greet his new neighbors. He did not get far at all. The little bundle of energy had made it all the way over before he could step on the grass.

“Hi, I’m Dawn. But most everyone calls me Dawnie. You can call me that too. I’m nine I’ll be ten in eight months. Isn’t it so cool that your Mom found us a place right across the street from you guys? Are you Spike or William? I have never met identical twins before. I can’t wait to figure out how I will be able to tell you apart!” Dawn rambled completely out of breath.

William smiled the little girl secured a place in his heart instantly. He pulled playfully on her pigtail.

“I’m William, Lil Bit. Spike is upstairs. Don‘t worry Luv you will be able to tell us apart quite easily.” William said.

Dawn’s eyes got wide.

“WOW you have the coolest accent! How are you able to keep it? I mean assimilation and all...” Dawn continued.

“DAWNIE!!!” They both heard.

William’s head snapped up at the sound of the young women’s voice.

William felt his throat go dry. He watched as the petite beauty looked both ways and ran across the street. Never had he felt like a git more than at that moment. He swore she was running in slow motion. The sun danced on her blonde hair as she ran. Her eyes were the brightest green he had ever seen.

“Bloody Hell.” He mumbled.

Beautiful, no gorgeous. None of the words seemed like enough. She was in all essence of the word Poetry.

Finally she arrived in front of them. She frowned at her younger sister.

“Dawnie you did not even look both ways when you cross the street. What if you got hit?” The older girl asked.

Dawn sighed.

“This is my sister Elizabeth. We call her Lizzie. She’s fifteen and a bit over protective. Weird huh? Most fifteen year olds despise their younger siblings. Mine acts like Mini-Mom.” Dawn groaned.

Elizabeth laughed. She looked at William for the first time and smiled. Instantly she turned a slight shade of pink. Why was she wearing a pair of old overalls and ratty t-shirt with her hair under a blue handkerchief instead of one of her more stylish outfits? Mentally she kicked herself. When her mother mentioned her old friend had twin boys around Elizabeth’s age she should have been listening a bit better. The boy in front of her was beautiful. Could a boy be beautiful?

They continued to stare at each other for a moment.

“Um, Hi I’m Elizabeth Summers. This is you know is my sister Dawn.” Elizabeth said sticking out her hand.

“I’m William...we...welcome to the neighborhood.” he stammered taking her hand and shaking it.

Welcome to the neighborhood? Welcome to the neighborhood?? He was the poet out of the twins and that’s all he could come up with? Lord her hands were soft...

Both of the teenagers continued to stare at each other. Dawn still completely giddy continued the conversation for them.

“William is the younger one by a few minutes. I know because Mom told us you were named after William Shakespeare. Your brother was named after Randolph Churchill but in England Randy means....” Dawn found her mouth was being covered by her sister.

William chuckled.

Dawn moved her sister’s hand away.

“Well, he got sick of everyone making fun of him so he gave himself the nickname Spike because of this old jazz musician Spike Hughes real famous waaaaaaaay back when.” Dawn explained to her sister.

William took a step back looking at the girl in awe.

Elizabeth tugged on her sister’s braid much the same way that William just had.

“She has a photographic memory. She remembers everything she sees and hears. It’s kind of eerie trust me, you never want to get into an argument with her.” Elizabeth said wrapping her arms around her sister.

“I’ll keep that in mind Pet.” William said.

“Doesn’t he have the coolest names. Luv, Pet.. he called me Lil’ Bit when I came over to say hi. I think I like that the best.” Dawn said looking up at William.

“Than Lil’ Bit it is.” He announced.

The eldest of The Summer’s women finally made her way over. She smiled at William and said

“I see you have met my girls...um..”

“William” both Dawn and Elizabeth supplied.

“Right William.” Joyce said.

“Very nice to meet you Mrs. Summers. I have not seen my Mum this excited in a long time about anything.” William said politely.

Elizabeth continued to smile at the young man. He was so sweet so polite. William stared at Elizabeth. Dawn looked up at the two of them and sighed. Teenagers could be so dumb.

“JOYCIE!!” They heard from behind. All four of them looked at the direction of the house.

Joyce’s face lit up.

“JENNY!” She screamed.

The two women acted more like children than their kids did. Hugging and shrieking a flurry of “oh my Gods” and I can’t believe your really heres” bombarded the air.

Jenny looked at the three kids.

“You guys come in and get some lunch then we have some work to do.” Jenny announced.

William stepped aside ushering the two girls toward the house. Dawn raced in as Elizabeth walked a bit more slowly. She stopped when she saw the book sitting on the swinging chair on the porch. She picked it up and looked at it. William cleared his throat. God she was going to think he was a Nancy Boy....

To his surprised Elizabeth got a look of wonder and awe on her face doing the impossible in William’s eyes. The look of her face made her even more beautiful.

“Plato.” Elizabeth said.

William nodded.

Elizabeth looked at William then looked down and closed her eyes.

“The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.” She said softly.

William looked at her this time it was his turn to be in awe.

“Mom has all the works of The Great Philosophers. We took this road trip across the country when I was 13 and I picked up the wrong book. Mom offered to get me something else to pass the time but I decided to try to read it. It was kind of cool. When Dawnie and my dad would fall asleep Mom would explain the parts I didn’t understand. At thirteen there were a lot but she was patient. Anyways I got kind of stuck on it. My inner nerd.” Elizabeth said.

Her eyes got wide and she clasped her hand over her mouth.

“Not that I am calling you a nerd or anything..Jesus..” She groaned.

William laughed. Soon Elizabeth joined in. William opened his mouth to say something when they heard the screen door slam shut.

“Will, Mum says get your prissy ass in....”

Spike Giles stopped talking. He looked and saw the girl in front of him.

Elizabeth’s heart started beating hard against her chest. The young man before her was the carbon copy physically of William. His clothes and demeanor were the exact opposite. While William was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Spike was wearing black jeans and an old black wife beater. William’s platinum hair hung on top with loose curls while Spike’s hair appropriately stood up in spikes.

Elizabeth felt dizzy as Spike stared deep into her eyes.

William watched the exchange.

“Spike this is Elizabeth.” William said looking at the girl in front of him.

“Everyone calls me Lizzie.” She offered.

Spike continued to stare at Elizabeth with a look William had never seen in his brother’s eyes. He tried to find the right word then suddenly it hit William...desire.

Spike leaned up against the post of their home and crossed his arms. He smiled seductively at Elizabeth. William hated that Spike could do that. Wear his emotions so easily. Especially now. After a long moment Spike smiled a devastatingly cute grin.

Elizabeth thought she was going to melt right there.

“Look at you... glowing.” Spike said.

He looked up to the sky pondering something.

“What's a word means "glowing"? Gotta rhyme.” He mused.

“Rhyme? Why?” Elizabeth asked.

“Has to Luv, normally that’s what songs do. And if I going to write one about you It’s gotta rhyme.” Spike said finally moving toward her.

He reached down and touch her tiny hand and kissed it gently.

“Lord your hands are soft.” Spike said looking at her hand reverently as he held it.

Elizabeth’s hand began to tremble a bit.

“Hey Wanker that’s what I said!” William screamed in his head.

However he had never spoke it out loud. He did not have the confidence Spike had.

Spike ignored the presence of his younger brother and guided a mesmerized Elizabeth into the house. William watched hearing his brother say.

“Let’s get you inside Pet. Get that cute tummy of yours filled.”

William awoke gasping for air. His body covered in sweat. He held his face in his hands. Maybe if he had said something that first day, maybe if he had acted faster.

His thoughts haunted him like they always did. He thought of all the different ways he could have saved her. None of it counted, of course, but every night his mind raced. He’d see it all again ... do something different. Be faster or more clever. Dozens of times, lots of different ways ... every night he saved her....

Chapter Eight: The Hunt Club

Spike watched from his chair in his mansion as his minions danced and carried on. The Hunt had been hard as of late. His brother seemed to be everywhere at once making it difficult to eat. Spike knew the prizes he brought back would boost the moral. Which they did. Drunks and transients with addiction issues always gave them a bit of a buzz. He was proud of himself. The Master Of Sunnydale.

Buffy sat in his lap her head pressed against his chest running her hand up and down his arms. She purred contentedly. Spike smiled tightening his grip around her.

“Did My Princess miss Daddy?” He asked looking in her eyes.

Buffy smiled and nodded vigorously. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears.

Spike held her face in his hands.

“Hey what’s that about now?” Spike said gently wiping the tears away from her eyes.

“I don’t like it when Daddy goes away. There’s not enough noise. Than the pictures come and they don’t make sense. Need it to be loud.” Buffy whimpered.

She buried her head in the crook of Spike’s neck.

“Princess sometimes Daddy has to go away and see if something he hears about could help his Princess get well. Daddy wants to make you all strong and better. You understand right” Spike whispered almost sounding like a scared child himself.

Buffy smiled.

“I understand Daddy. Wants his Princess to be well... so much blood to spill..taste sweeter if they are innocent” Buffy said brightly.

Spike smirked.

“That’s my girl.” He whispered.

Spike clasped his hand around her neck and drew her to him. He kissed her deeply Buffy began to purr and growl grabbing Spike by his jacket. He broke apart their kiss both their eyes danced with flecks of gold. Their demons beckoned each other. It had been too long.

Spike closed his eyes and held Buffy tight. One of his minions began to approach to ask The Master a question. Spike let out a loud growl. The whole room stopped and turned around. None of them were allowed near Buffy. Even when Spike was around. His minions had learned to not even look at her. Spike gave all of his spoils to them freely knowing the more he gave the more they were indebted to him but Buffy was his and his alone.

The last fledging stupid enough to try anything did not live to meet another sunset. Buffy was beautiful in life as a vampire she was intoxicating. Her pale skin and huge green eyes made her look more like a porcelain doll than a real creature. When she was well, she dressed in sexy outfits that cause all of Spike’s minions to almost get worked into a frenzy. Black leather pants tight, exotic looking tops. Her long blonde hair straight and choppy.

When she was ill she looked like an angel. She would wander aimlessly through the halls dress in long white night gowns. Making her look like she was a young Victorian noblewoman. One night while The Master was away one of the new fledglings brought in her cup of blood. He was suppose just leave it there. One of The Master’s older minions would check to see if she ate later if she didn’t they knew bring in one of the prizes from the hunt and hold them down while she fed on them.

But she looked so beautiful so attainable. He could see traces of her nipple through her gown. He wanted to touch her for just a moment. Put her nipple between his fingers. No one would ever know. He did just that getting greedy he slipped his hand underneath her gown. No wonder The Master was so possessive of his Princess. She was still warm. Buffy whimpered he quickly withdrew his hand smiling to himself. Yup no one would ever know. Stupid fool was too young to know anything about scents

That next night Spike circled the room pretending to glad hand all of his newest recruits. He out his hand on their backs pretending to lean in and whisper instructions into their ear. Finally he caught the smell that lingered on his Princess’s chest. Spike pretended to walk away then snapped back around ripping out the fledglings throat. The fledging gasp for unnecessary air still alive bleeding all over the mansion floor. Spike slammed the flesh to the ground grabbing an axe of the wall. He walked over to The fledging and placed one hand on the table.

Thwack!

The fledgling yelled raising up his ruined limb only to have the other one get sliced off. Spike grabbed the boy by his shirt and dragged him into a room he threw him in there and chained him to the wall. The Fledgling looked up and realized the room had no roof.

At sunrise the minions all heard a soul wrenching scream. Spike did not allow the hands to be moved or the blood to be cleaned for a week a reminder of what would happen if anyone that dare thought to touch his Princess.

The minion immediately backed off. Spike stood up still cradling Buffy in his arms. The minions cleared a pathway allowing Spike to walk through. Spike unlike other Master’s did not have multiple lovers. Just one His Dark Princess. Occasionally he wooed women bringing them to the mansion making them think they would have the most mind blowing sex of their lives but it never happened.

They were just food. Food for his weakened girl. A few female minions tried to use their charms to gain favor with their Master but it never worked. Those who were determined or too persistent were cast away from the protection of the mansion left to face the world alone or worse face The Slayer. The minions watched as Spike walked up the stairs a few growls were heard as Buffy continued to purr. Finally The Master disappeared into his room.

Spike placed Buffy on the bed. Buffy frowned.

“Want Daddy. Need Daddy. So weak.” She pouted.

“Daddy’s thought of that Luv. Brought you a special present.” Spike said kissing her shoulder.

The door opened as a young girl about Buffy’s age and a man around the same age was pushed in bound and gagged. Buffy’s eyes lit up and she clapped wildly. Spike smiled down at her. He loved it when he could surprise her....

After they finished feeding the corpses were disposed of. Spike gently disrobed Buffy. Buffy feeling strong ripped his off. He fell backwards on the bed closed his eyes. Buffy laid on top of Spike licking the blood off his mouth. She licked at his lips like a kitten lapping up milk. Spike hips began to thrust upwards. He looked into Buffy’s eyes then grabbed her by the back of her head demanding what was his. He kissed her brutally causing her to whimper in pleasure.

Spike attacked her neck trailing soft kisses down her throat. He stopped at the base of her neck licking two tiny pin prick scars. His face shifted smiling up at it's mate.

“Mine” He growled.

Buffy smiled then shifted into her game face. She found the identical marks on Spike’s neck.

“Mine” She growled.

The claimed mates let their demons take over. Biting and scratching at each other for a bit licking every inch of each other’s bodies.

Spike knew better than to let it go too far. Buffy was better for the moment but she was not entirely strong. He shifted back into his human face looking at Buffy who followed suit. Spike smiled kissing her passionately.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you” She said softly back.

All the nights of chasing after her when she would wander off. Caring for her. Deciphering her ramblings and moans. All the times she seemed so lost and far away every time she looked at him and said those words made it all worth it to him. Every time he questioned his decision when she said those words all doubts were wiped away from his mind.

Spike rolled Buffy over and entered her slowly. Buffy arched her back trying to draw him further in. Wanting to please his girl Spike thrust deeper into her hitting those places inside that drive her crazy. Buffy bit her bottom lip. Spike smiled.

He kissed her lip pulling it out covering it with light feathery kisses. Her eyes rolled back. He felt her walls flutter.

“There it is Luv...” Spike said his eyes rolling back.

Buffy arched her hips up and began to shake violently.

Spike always loved this part. Nothing ever felt this good.

She screamed giving into her orgasm sending Spike careening right behind her.

Spike rolled off Buffy who crawled on top of her mate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed happily. Soon she was asleep.

Spike smiled and kiss the top of her head. He held her close enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

He had missed her.

Yes he was The Master. He was strong , feared and powerful. But none of it would mean a thing without the girl asleep in his arms.

His Secret

William watched as all The Scoobies helped Giles clear the dishes well not all.... Anya was explaining to Dawn about the evils of the last sales tax increase. Dawn being Dawn and ever patient sat there quietly listening to the girl ramble on and on. William felt a squeeze on his shoulder. He looked at Willow and smiled.

“You o.k.?” He heard in his mind.

“It’s still weird that you can do this.” William answered in his head.

“Hey if I can’t practice on my best bud than with who?” Willow responded still speaking to him telepathically.

William immediately broke the connection.

“I’m fine Red. I promise. I am just worried about The Bit.” William said looking at Dawn.

Giles walked into the room and cleared his throat.

Everyone looked up.

“Dawn, I know today is very difficult for you. I wanted to give you something that perhaps will help. I mean if that’s what you want.” Rupert said.

William smiled and pulled a large envelope out of his back pocket. He handed it to Dawn. Dawn opened it as tears fell from her cheeks.

“These are adoption papers.” Dawn whispered.

William smiled.

“Yeah Bit we figured we should just go ahead and make it official. Seeing as Da and I already think of you as ours. What do you say?” William said crouching down.

In a flash Will was surrounded by a pair of lanky legs and arms. He laughed nearly landing on the ground. Dawn turned to Rupert and launched herself into his arms. Rupert smiled shyly and hugged the girl back.

William’s eyes could not help but drift to the house across the street. For as happy as he was at that moment his heart still shattered so much had happened to the two families. Rupert had decided not to put The Summers Home up for sale thinking Dawn might still want it. William could not imagine why.

Willow looked at William with concern. She knew he was hiding something. But she respected him enough to not invade his mind. Those were his secrets.

After everyone had left William and Dawn sat on the couch watching The Princess Bride. They had done the same thing last year and vowed that they would every year in honor of Elizabeth’s birthday. It was her favorite movie.....

FLASHBACK

Three and a half years prior..

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William helped Elizabeth put her DVD’s away. He laughed at the way she organized her collection. By genre of course except for a few exceptions. Actors like Johnny Deep and Audrey Hepburn got their own section. Star Wars movie were in a class of their own as well. The funniest section was dance movies from the 1980’s. It made Elizabeth blush furiously. William being kind bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

Elizabeth pulled out the last movie. The Princess Bride. William frowned.

“There’s no room for it Pet.” William observed looking at her DVD rack.

Elizabeth smiled brightly.

“It does not go there. It goes here.” Elizabeth said placing it on it’s side on top of the DVD player.

“I see. And that would be because??” William teased.

“It’s my favorite movie. I watch it too much to keep walking back and forth. I had to on VHS and it broke Mom had to buy it for me like four times.” Elizabeth laughed.

“Have you seen it?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah a long time ago. I like the book better.” William said.

Elizabeth frowned for a moment a bit disappointed

He was lying. He had seen the movie multiple times. His Mum loved it and never liked watching it alone. William use to sit there with her pretending to amuse her but in reality the romantic in him enjoyed it.

“Just tell her you Git” He thought to himself.

He decided to go for a safer subject.

“There are a couple of different versions of the book . The first one by S Morgan Stern is really dry but the William Goldman one reads just like the movie. I could lend it to you if you like.” William said.

Elizabeth smiled.

“I would really love that.” She whispered.

The two youths looked around her room.

“Well it’s done. So is Dawnie’s, thanks for helping us out so much. Mom was just saying she if you weren’t here things would not have gone nearly as quick. Your whole family has been wonderful. But you have been here constantly” Elizabeth said softly.

William smiled.

“I hardly sleep. I have been that way since I was a kid. So I wake up early and am up until the late night hours. It has been nice to have something to do.” William said shrugging his shoulder.

The truth was William would sleep on her bloody porch if he thought he could get away with it and not look like a crazed stalker.

Every night since she moved in he would watch her look at the stars from her window. Their rooms were right across from each other. The second night she caught him. Instead of being repulse she opened her window and begun to hold a rather loud conversation. It made William laugh. Every night since then they would talk for a second and then Elizabeth would close her blinds.

William would sit there waiting for the light to go out making sure she went to sleep without needing anything else. He had woke up before the sun rose the last three nights getting frustrated that the sun was not rising fast enough so he could race over there and see his girls. But she did not need to know that.

Elizabeth smiled.

“Yeah but most guys would have had serious issues being told to do things by a girl especially me I know I can be bossy.” Elizabeth confessed.

William smiled again.

“As You Wish.” He thought in his head.

They heard a knock on the door. Elizabeth and William turned around and saw Spike standing there.

“Hey little brother up with the sunrise again.” Spike said stretching his arms.

“It’s 1:00 in the afternoon Spike.” William answered trying not to sound annoyed.

Elizabeth giggled sending both brothers into a trance for a moment.

“So Spike what do you think?” Elizabeth asked.

Spike looked around the room. He was impressed it was not your typical 15 year old’s room. The walls did not have boy band posters and were not obnoxious colors or over girlie pastels. It was a nice simple room. There was a Renoir on her wall a young blonde girl that reminded Spike of Elizabeth. A lot of pictures of her mom, Dawn and herself. Her computer with few clippings of famous quotes pinned to the desk and a very vast collection of DVD and CD’s.

Spike smiled.

“It’s really nice Pet.” He said.

Spike looked at the movie sitting on top of the DVD player.

“Getting ready to watch a movie?” He asked.

Elizabeth blushed.

“Um no just...”

“Hey aren’t you playing at The Bronze tonight?” William asked saving Elizabeth embarrassment.

Spike nodded. He looked at Elizabeth and smiled shyly.

“Can you come and watch Pet?” He asked.

Elizabeth nodded then her eyes got wide.

“Can Dawnie come?” Elizabeth asked.

“Well she can be there until 9:00 but then they make the younger set leave. Our band does not go on until 8:30.” Spike explained.

Elizabeth looked down.

“Well I guess I can hear you for a minute right? I mean maybe I can catch a whole set some other time. It’s just that we are both so new here that I don’t want Dawnie to feel excluded you know?” Elizabeth said.

William leaned against her desk. Did he actually feel lightheaded? Elizabeth had done two things that absolutely floored William. The first refusing to exclude her kid sister from her first outing. That alone was too precious for words. The second was she did not fall all over herself to please his twin something that rarely happened. Girls were putty in Spike’s hands. Everyone knew it.

Spike looked at her surprised. Elizabeth Summers was indeed something else. His thoughts mirrored his brothers. It only made Spike want her even more. He was tired for knowing exactly what words to say to get women on there backs with their legs spread open. Not that Elizabeth was just a challenge there was something about her that made Spike feel like he had to consume her. He wanted her more than he wanted anything in his life.

“Sounds good Pet.” Spike said calmly.

Elizabeth smiled.

“I’ll just make sure it’s o.k. with mom.” Elizabeth replied.

Spike looked back at the direction of her DVD player. He bowed slightly.

William tried not to react.

“Don’t do it Wanker! That’s what I said! I mean That’s what I should have said.” William thought.

Spike stared in Elizabeth’s eyes making her cheeks go flush.

“As you wish.” He said smiling.

Elizabeth’s face broke out in a blinding smile.

Spike walked out of the room quickly knowing it would add it the effect.

William sighed.

“Damn it, he did it again!” He thought.

End of FLASH BACK

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“As you wish.” William heard.

He looked at the T.V. screen as the man playing the grandfather left the young boy’s room signaling the end of the movie.

William looked down mussing Dawn’s hair.

“Time for bed Bit.” William announced.

Dawn did not move.

“Will, can I ask you a question?” Dawn asked.

“Sure bit what is it?” He replied.

“Do you think they are together in heaven?” Dawn asked.

“Yes Bit I am sure they are.” William answered.

Dawn looked up at William.

“Even Lizzie and Spike?” Dawn asked.

It took every ounce of self control to not break down right there. His secret ate him up but he knew he could not tell her what he knew. He could not tell anyone. He knew he could not lie to Dawnie as well so he looked in Dawn’s eyes and gave her his answer.

“Yes Bit I am sure Lizzie and Spike are together.”

Are You Gonna Be My Girl?

Later that night after he tucked Dawn into bed and promised he would come in again after he patrolled. He told his father he would met up with Xander and Willow later on. He left the house and pulled a key out of his pocket. His father did not know he had made a duplicate. William made sure his father was no where in sight and walked across the street.

William opened the back door of The Summer’s home. Every time he came here it was like being transported back in time. Even in the dark the house went sunny to him. He no longer woke up at the crack of dawn. Slaying and classes kept him pretty much set to night hours. It seemed appropriate to him. Being here during the day with the sun shining brightly knowing Lizzie couldn’t seemed wrong. He walked up the stairs and made his way to Joyce’s old room.

He stopped in front of Elizabeth’s room he had to go in, he did every time he came to the house. William walked over to the window and looked over at his own. Tears began to fill his eyes. He sat down on the floor and closed his eyes.

FLASHBACK

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Elizabeth and Dawn came out of the house giggling. William smiled getting out of the car and opening the door for the two sisters.

“Thanks.” Elizabeth said sliding in.

William started the car and began to back out of the space.

“So what’s this place called again?” Elizabeth asked.

“The Bronze.” Dawn said. “It’s the only real hang out in this town unless you count the local coffee shop The Espresso Pump.” Dawn said looking out the window.

William smiled at Elizabeth.

“Dawn did her research before we moved.” Elizabeth teased.

“How about you Luv?” William asked.

“I’m more a fly by my seat of my pants kind of gal. I didn’t want to know much so everything would be an adventure.” Elizabeth said.

William opened his window the reference to her pants caused an uncomfortable ache in his.

“You o.k. Will?” Elizabeth asked.

William nodded his face turning redder.

“Just got hot for a second.” He responded.

They pulled up to The Bronze Elizabeth grabbed Dawn’s hand and walked in with her. Immediately they saw Spike standing near the stage. Elizabeth saw a very beautiful dark haired women standing next to him whispering something in his ear. Spike chuckled trying to remove the girl from his body. For some reason that made Elizabeth happy at the same time for some reason Elizabeth wanted to run over there and scratch her eye balls out.

“I see Drucilla made it out tonight.” William muttered.

“Drucilla?” Elizabeth asked.

“That girl fawning all over Spike. They used to date a while ago. She was not very good for him at all. Went through a really bad patch last year. Luckily he wised up broke up with her. She comes around when he performs likes the attention of being seen with Spike.” William explained.

William watched Elizabeth’s face as a gambit of emotions raced across it. If he was more shallow he could spin this in his favor. He could make his brother look like a cad. But the look of her face.. he couldn’t.

Damn Nobility.

“Really Lizzie she doesn’t mean anything to him anymore.” William said comforting her.

Elizabeth smiled shyly.

“You must think I am a big dweeb.” Elizabeth muttered.

“No I think you’re perfect. Beautiful and perfect.” He thought.

Spike saw them at that moment. He frowned when he saw Elizabeth looking down disappointed. She must have saw Drucilla on him.

“Hey guys I saved you seats.” Spike said smiling at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was introduced to Xander and Willow, Spike and William’s friends. Willow looked up on the stage.

“Who’s that?” Willow asked looking at the red haired boy his hair sticking up straight much like Spike’s.

“That’s Oz. Spike’s new bassist.” Xander said.

Elizabeth and Willow smiled at each other. Elizabeth knew instantly they would be friends.

Spike took the stage placing his guitar over his shoulders.

“Hi, we’re The Dare and thank you for coming out.” Spike screamed.

The whole room roared.

“The Dare?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah we dared Spike one night to perform for open mic night when we were younger. He took it and was pretty good. Has been singing ever since.” Xander explained.

Elizabeth watched the room all the girl seemed enthralled with Spike.

“Nothing new tonight guys but I’m working on something special.” Spike smiled looking right at Buffy.

“So hopefully you guys will enjoy this one.” Spike said.

Spike looked at Oz and counted.

A loud guitar rift filled the air. Elizabeth watched as Spike did a complicated chord making all the girls scream.

“So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me

because you look so fine

and I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine

that I really wanna make you mine.”

Elizabeth watched as everyone rushed the stage. Watching Spike up there made Elizabeth suddenly feel inadequate.

“Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks

now you don't need that money

when you look like that, do ya honey.

Big black boots,

long brown hair,

she's so sweet

with her get back stare.

Well I could see,

you home with me,

but you were with another man, yea!

I know we,

ain't got much to say,

before I let you get away, yea!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?”

Spike screamed into the mic. He looked at Elizabeth.

“Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me

because you look so fine

and I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine

that I really wanna make you mine.”

Elizabeth looked down afraid the look in her eyes made her seem like the rest of the screaming girls. She watched them all making advances to Spike with their eyes. They flirted openly. Something Elizabeth had no experience in doing. There was no way she could compete.

“Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks

now you don't need that money

with a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,

long brown hair,

she's so sweet

with her jet back stare.”

Dawn watched her sister.

“Come on Lizzie let’s dance.” Dawnie said grabbing her sister.

Elizabeth complied giving into her little sister. All of sudden all her previous thoughts were out of her mind. She was having too much fun dancing with her sister. She and Dawn jumped around dancing like two goof balls.

“Well I could see,

you home with me,

but you were with another man, yea!

I know we,

ain't got much to say,

before I let you get away, yea!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?”

William had an epiphany just then. Everyone thought Elizabeth and Dawn’s relationship was special but he could not put his finger on what made it so special until that moment. They truly took care of her. Elizabeth doted over Dawn while Dawn seemed to know exactly how to be there emotionally for her sometimes insecure and fragile older sister. It was truly remarkable.

Spike on the other hand was a bit put out. There he was performing and Elizabeth seemed oblivious. If she did not look so damn cute spinning her little sister around dancing like a silly fool not caring what anyone around her thought, he would be right pissed. But he wasn’t. He thought he could actually hear her laughter through the cheers.

“Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!

I could see,

you home with me,

but you were with another man, yea!

I know we,

ain't got much to say,

before I let you get away, yea!

Uh, be my girl.

Be my girl.

Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea”

Spike finished the song before he knew it Drucilla jumped on stage and kissed him soundly. Elizabeth stopped moving entirely. Dawn looked up and pulled at her big sister.

“Come on Lizzie let’s go home.” She said.

Buffy smiled at Dawn and let her lead her off the dance floor.

Elizabeth sat on her porch looking up at the stars. She watched as William pulled up in his car. William immediately looked across the street and walked over.

“Hey Pet.” He said.

“Hi.” Elizabeth smiled.

“You know you guys did not have to take that cab I would have been happy to take you home.” William said.

Elizabeth nodded.

“I know we didn’t want to impose.” Elizabeth explained

“I’d do anything for you.” William thought.

“Have a seat.” She said patting the porch swing beside her.

William sat down next to her. Elizabeth immediately put her head on William’s shoulder and looked up at the stars.

“I heard that by the time we see the stars they have already burnt out.” Elizabeth said closing her eyes.

William’s eyes drifted shut too. He could smell her hair feel her breath against his neck.

“I love you.” His mind screamed.

“If the stars have burned out by the time I see them does that make them any less beautiful?” Elizabeth eyes still shut.

William started to rock the porch swing gently back and forth. He looked down at Elizabeth her eyes closed. William wrapped his arm around her shoulder and closed his eyes again. If he could stay here forever....

“No Luv, No it doesn’t”

End of flash back

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William opened his eyes. He must have dozed off. He squinted looking at the time. It had only been a few minutes. He got up and took a deep breath. He swore the room still smelt like her. He heard her voice in the wind again.....

“If the stars have burned out by the time I see them does that make them any less beautiful?

It wasn’t fair none of it was....

Xander and Willow arrived at the Sunnydale cemetery just in time to watch William dust for vampires. He was fighting with so much anger and aggression Willow could feel it from where she stood.

She began to shake. Pain, betrayal, rage and ......love? Willow felt the love flowing from William. His love more intense than any of the other dark emotions. William spun around kicking the last vampire. Willow and Xander watched waiting for the vampire’s dusty end. Instead of William dealing the signature death blow they watched as the stake pierced the vampire’s shoulder instead of his heart. The vampire dropped to his knees. It looked like William was whispering something in the vampire’s ear. He struggled picking up the vampire than pushed him away. The vampire looked down at something in his hand confused for a moment than scurried off.

Willow and Xander exchanged looks.

“So no dust?” Xander asked.

William stormed pass his friends.

“Never mind. Let’s go to the South side of town there’s a nest there.” William said

Willow and Xander knew better than to question their friend he was in one of his moods again...

Here Comes The Sun

Spike slipped on his robe and looked over at Buffy. He watched her sleep. Worried that she may be cold when she awoke Spike slipped a nightgown over her. She looked so peaceful when she was like this. It reminded him of how they were before. He touched her cheek. Sometimes it was like taking care of a child but Spike never minded. the only he wished was that she could remember. He ached for her to remember their love before. He knew she loved him now but at times he wished she would remember the start of their beautiful courtship.

FLASHBACK

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Elizabeth awoke to the sounds of tapping on her window. She looked at the time 4:52 am???

Elizabeth walked over to the window and opened it hesitantly. There crouched down bouncing on the soles of his feet was Spike. He had an acoustic guitar strapped behind his back.

“Spike what are you doing here?” Elizabeth whispered.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He said.

“Shhh!” Elizabeth said.

“Pet, you house is identical to mine. Your Mum and The Bit’s rooms are in the back of the house. They can’t here a thing trust me. Why do you think my parents gave that room to Will? To keep the noise away from him so he could stick his nose in dusty books in perfect solitude.” Spike said.

“You shouldn’t be so mean Spike.” Elizabeth said.

“You’re right Pet I’m sorry.” Spike said.

Spike shook his head.

“Bloody Hell!” He exclaimed.

“Bloody what?” Elizabeth asked.

“Bloody Hell it’s like saying shit but much more polite.” Spike said sheepishly.

“O.k. Bloody Hell what?” Elizabeth asked.

“Nothing I just realized something. You can make me roll over without even bloody trying. I mean I’m merciless against you. You can ask me nearly anything and I would do it.” Spike said his eyes dancing.

Elizabeth’s heart pounded out of her chest. He made her do that so often she thought she may die of a heart attack one day.

“Were you out all night?” Elizabeth asked.

Spike nodded.

“With Drucilla?” Elizabeth asked quietly.

Spike looked at her shocked. He had to stop himself from grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Elizabeth was jealous. It thrilled him but made him hurt for her at the same time.

“No Luv, not with Drucilla.” He said.

Elizabeth smiled.

“Come out here I want to show you something.” Spike requested.

Elizabeth did not hesitate one minute. She crawled out onto the ledge she realized belatedly she had forgotten her robe. Instantly she turned bright red.

He wondered about her sudden change in skin color. The he looked down at her tiny baby blue nightie. Spike tried not to look at her nipples through her thin garment. Her breast seemed so soft and round. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind....

Spike moved closer to her. Elizabeth began to breath rapidly. He nuzzled his head under her neck. Elizabeth’s eyes drifted shut. She felt Spike’s hand cupped her right breast and squeezed gently.

Elizabeth should have pushed him away but she couldn’t. She was enjoying the sensation too much. Her breath became more and more rapid. Spike’s hand now pulling and tugging on her, teasing her nipple. She felt his breath become more labored.

Fear shot through Elizabeth. Did he expect her to...???

Spike felt Elizabeth stiffen. He pulled back and saw tears roll down her eyes. God, she was beautiful. She was trying so hard to look brave but he could see she was truly frightened. Spike kissed her forehead lightly then took his guitar off his back. He took off his long leather duster and wrapped it around Elizabeth.

Spike stroked her cheek watching her for a moment making sure she had calm down. When he was sure he sat Indian style in front of Buffy. He wanted to laugh his leather duster looked more like a blanket on the petite blonde than a jacket. He wrapped it a bit more tightly around her.

It would smell like her....

Spike put his guitar back on his lap.

He smiled at her and began to play

“Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Little darlin' the smiles returning to their faces

Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right “

Elizabeth stared into his eyes. Spike felt as if his very soul was being squeezed.

“Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes”

Elizabeth looked up watching as the sun indeed began to rise. Maybe it was Spike, the song, how special she felt at that moment but Elizabeth swore she had never seen a more beautiful site.

“Little darlin' I feel the ice is slowly meltin'

Little darlin' it seems like years since it's been clear

Here come the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Here come the sun, here comes the sun

It's all right, it's all right”

Elizabeth touched Spike’s cheek she cupped it in her hand. Spike rubbed his face against her tiny hand. His lips brushed against her palm he kissed it.

“See Luv, I told you.” Spike said looking at her.

“You have me in the palm of your hand.” Spike smirked.

Elizabeth giggled a bit too loud. She covered her mouth afraid she would wake up the neighbors.

William heard Elizabeth’s distinct giggle. He rose from his bed and walked to the over to the window just in time to see Spike saying something else to make Elizabeth erupt in laughter again...

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A sharp cry interrupted Spike thoughts. He looked down and let out a angry roar.

He hated when this happened.

Buffy laid there gasping for unnecessary air as blood spilled from her eyes. The sounds she made were like a wounded animal.

Buffy face shifted her demon screaming up in pain. Spike’s face shifted his demon whimpering helplessly, knowing there was nothing he could do to make his mate’s pain go away.

More screams bounced off the walls of the room.

Finally Buffy face contorted back. Spike did the same he busied himself wiping the blood off her beautiful face.

“Spike?” Buffy asked.

This was the cruelest part of these attacks....

Spike looked down and saw Elizabeth’s eyes staring back at him. Sometimes she would have clarity for a moment, other times for a few minutes. She would go in and out. But with clarity always came the unbearable pain. Spike learned the one thing that could take her pain away, doses of her Sire’s blood. It was only a temporary fix but it meant losing her to her haze.

He lowered his wrist to her mouth.

“Drink Luv.” He whispered.

Elizabeth shook her head.

“No, it does not hurt bad.” Elizabeth whispered trying to be brave as the blood seeped out of her mouth.

“I know it does Luv. Drink.” Spike said stroking her cheek.

Elizabeth trembling hand cupped Spike’s face. As always Spike’s cool lips kissed the inside of her palm.

“I want to stay like this with you.” Elizabeth said her body beginning to tremble.

Spike smiled tears falling from his eyes.

“My Luv, you are always with me.” He whispered.

He kissed Elizabeth’s lips.

“Now drink.” He said.

Elizabeth began to turn away. Spike let out a growl of dominance. Using his Sire/ Child bond to force her to drink.

Elizabeth put her mouth against Spike wrist and bit into his vein.

Elizabeth told Spike she loved him with her eyes. Spike smiled down at her. Finally her eyes closed her jaw going slack. Spike gathered her in his arms. He felt her slipping into unconsciousness. Spike closed his eyes. He heard a rapping on his door.

“GO AWAY!” He yelled.

There was another rap on his door. He stood up his game face out. Secretly glad that the fool kept knocking.

Now he could rip something apart.

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT INTERRUPTING US!!” Spike screamed.

The minion looked down.

“I’m sorry Master, it’s important.” The Minion whispered.

Spike walked over to the bed and kissed Buffy on top of her head. She whimpered for a moment. Spike waited for it to subside then walked out of the room. The minion knew better than to try to rush him.

Spike followed him to the main banquet room. He walked in and saw a vampire sitting there with a stake in his shoulder.

Spike crossed his arms. The vampire’s gripped something in his hand. He held it out to The Master.

“The Slayer said to give this to you.” The vampire said.

Spike took the small box out of his hand. He tilted his head and cracked his neck.

He looked at the minion who came to his door.

“What have I said about my door?” Spike asked him.

“When it is closed it you are tending to your Dark Princess. You are not to be disturbed under any circumstances.” The minion said.

“Right, however this was a bit important.” Spike said.

The minion sighed in relief.

Spike removed the stake from the messenger’s shoulder. The messenger flinched.

Spike stuck the stake into the minion with lightening speed.

“Not important enough however.” Spike smirked.

He looked down at the messenger.

“Sorry Mate you too.” He said coldly plunging the stake into his heart.

“Can’t have people knowing The Slayer and I correspond.” Spike said to himself.

Spike began to walk out of the room talking loudly to himself.

“Blokes will start to think that I am weak then it’s nothing but work...work...work all day.”

Spike stopped dead in his tracks. He realized he was quoting a line from a movie, Elizabeth’s favorite movie. He looked down at the box in his hand. It was a small gray jewelry Spike opened it up. He recognized it immediately. It was a small emerald heart shaped pendent with diamonds outlining the heart. Joyce bought it for Elizabeth before she died and never got to give it to her.

Spike sighed walking back up to the room. We walked in and saw Buffy standing by the window.

“I have slept the night away again Daddy.” Buffy pouted.

“It’s all right love Daddy has another present for you.” He said opening the box.

Buffy watched as Spike put the necklace around her.

Buffy giggled.

“So pretty Daddy!! Looks like my eyes see??” Buffy said pointing to her eyes.

Spike looked in her eyes again. They were foggy again but still the most beautiful green he had ever seen. He smiled fighting his tears.

“When you are well, my Luv we’ll have a coronation down main street. We will dance and drink for seven days and seven nights.” He said picking her up. He swung her around and around in his arms listening to the sounds of his Dark Princess’ s giggles.

She began to hum a tune again playing with rubbing her hand up and down the silk of Spike’s robe. She nuzzled her head under his chin.

Spike closed his eyes and thought to himself.

“Happy Birthday My Luv.”

Close Calls

William watched as Dawn walked through the long line of Christmas trees trying to find the perfect one. The look on her face was priceless as she inspected each tree. William had observed criteria years ago , the first time the two families had went on the expedition. Dawn shook the tree making sure not too many needles fell off, then she took two steps back making sure the smell was over powering. These two steps always took the longest. It was the third requirement that made William nervous. Last year everything was going on well until they got to the final deciding factor. Dawn broke out in tears. Rupert and William had to carry her off the Christmas tree lot. All the other patrons did not react. They seemed to know why. Sunnydale was a small town most of the residents had lived here all their lives. Everyone knew the tragic legacy left to the youngest Summer’s women.

William watched Dawnie. She stopped in front of a tree. He sensed that it had been deemed worthy to make it to the third and final requirement. William walked over to Dawn and knelt in front of her. Dawn smiled sadly.

“You know what Lil’ Bit? You sprouted a lot this summer I say your just about the right height.” William said tweaking her nose.

Dawn laughed.

“She was pretty short wasn’t she?” Dawn whispered.

William chuckled and gave her a big hug.

A strange tingling sensation crept up William’s neck.

Vampire? Here? There were too many people...

Suddenly William stood up. He smiled at Dawn.

“You got the wiggins right?” Dawn asked.

The “wiggins” was The Bit’s term for when a vamp was around.

William nodded trying to sense where it was coming from.

“Ill go find Giles. See you at home.” Dawn said smiling.

William pulled on her hair.

“So we have a winner?” He asked.

Dawn nodded.

“Go rid the world of evil.” Dawn teased.

William hugged her and ran off.

He felt it. His Slayer senses pulled him toward it like a magnet. He found himself standing in the parking lot. It moved. William stopped trying to gage where it had move to. Strangely it seemed to be staying the same general vicinity almost like to was trapped or caged.

It was hiding in one of the cars probably waiting for some poor unsuspecting soul to slide in and start his car. It was a common vampire trick they played on gits who never locked their car doors.

William looked at the crowd at the lost making sure now one would see him. If did it quickly no one would notice except for the dust. Bollocks! He would have to pull the vamp out of the car. He closed his eyes sensing the vampire’s presence. He jumped in the air and dove over the car doing a flip. William landed on his feet and pulled out his stake. He yanked the backseat open and wrench the creature out and drew his hand back to stake the bloody thing.

His hand stopped mid flight.

“Oh God no...” William whispered.

Sitting there in a muddy white night gown was Buffy. She rocked back and forth muttering things under her breath. In the distance he heard Dawnie’s voice. William tucked his stake in his jacket again. Dawn couldn’t see Buffy. If his father saw her.. William lifted her up off the ground and ran into the darkness carrying her the same way he seen Spike do so many times before.

William got to the cemetery he kicked open a crypt door and laid Buffy down on a sarcophagus. He looked down at the girl who was off in her own world

“FUCK!” He screamed out to the air.

“I bloody well don’t need this tonight! What if Dawnie saw you huh? Or worse what if my Da caught a glimpse of you?” William yelled pacing back and forth.

He watched as Buffy curled up into a ball and began to hum.

“Where in the bloody hell is that precious Daddy of yours! I swear he better not be playing one of his damn games or else I’ll...”

“Your not my oldest doll Jennifer.”

William heard. His heart skipped a beat.

He turned and saw Buffy on her side playing with the grain on the sarcophagus.

“Your dress is a fright and you can’t do a single thing but I do love you, dear Jennifer.” Buffy said.

William stop pacing and crouched down a few feet away from her.

Buffy smiled sweetly.

“You remembered. Where did you find it?” Buffy mumbled.

William rocked back and forth on his feet.

Buffy looked at him and pouted.

“Daddy please don’t be cross with me. It was too quiet at home. They were all whispering. I got wanted to feel the night. Then I saw the lights. The lights looked so pretty, all the noise stopped the pictures in my head. I was only going to watch for a moment. Got stuck in that box. ” Buffy said frowning.

William hated when this happened. She would go from somewhat lucid to so far gone she could not distinguish between himself and her Sire. You would think the heartbeat would be a dead give away. But he knew she could not. Fear crept through William. Her bouts seemed to be getting worse and worse. More frequent as well. Spike had been searching for nearly two years for a way to help her. Bile began to rise up William’s throat.

Why did she still have to look so beautiful? Since the day both Spike and William met her all they both ever wanted to do was take care of her. Even now all William wanted do to was wrap her up in his arms and carry her home.

Buffy reached out for William.

Helpless to her like he had always been William took her hand in his.

He looked in her eyes for a moment it seemed like it registered to her.

“You are warm.” She whispered.

William nodded.

Just like that her moment passed.

Her eyes clouded.

“Daddy don’t like it here. It’s hard, let’s go home to bed.” Buffy said smiling.

William cleared his throat.

Damn he hated when he had to do this....

“Not yet my Precious Princess. Daddy needs to wait getting more presents for you.” William said giving his best impression of Spike.

Buffy sighed.

“All right Daddy.” She sighed.

“Rest Pet.” He said.

William began to stand and walk away to go find his brother.

Buffy held onto his hand.

She pulled on him until he was standing in front of the sarcophagus.

“It’s too hard Daddy it hurts my head.” Buffy sad quietly.

William operating on instinct hopped on the slab of stone.

Buffy put her head in his lap and curled up.

“Much better Daddy.” Buffy said smiling and closing his eyes.

William reached out and began to stroke her hair.

“I think I should dream about all the pretty lights.” Buffy said with child like determination.

“Yes, Princess. You do that.” William whispered.

William sat there watching her, hoping she would find peace in her sleep.

The Best Loved Doll

Buffy hummed jingle bells as she fell asleep in William’s lap.

William found himself being catapulted into the past.

FLASHBACK

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William try to keep his legs steady. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was just sitting on his shoulders however Lizzie kept leaning forward.

“Can you reach the bloody thing or not!” William groaned.

Dawn looked up at her sister.

“It looks too tall. Walk over to the other one that made steps one and two.” Dawn suggested. Buffy looked and saw it being carried away.

“OH NO!! Someone’s buying it!” Elizabeth screamed.

“WAIT!” Dawn screamed.

William did his best to maneuver himself around.

“What does The Bit thinks she’s doing?” William asked.

“Dunno but it’s obviously working.” Lizzie said.

“Come here guys!” Dawn yelled.

The previous claimers of the tree in question took a step back. William walked slowly over to the tree petrified Elizabeth would fall off his shoulders. He stood in front of the tree and waited. Lizzie reached forward causing William to wobble.

“Again with the leaning.” He warned.

Lizzie grabbed the top of the tree and smiled down at Dawn.

“Perfect height.” Lizzie announced.

William dropped to his knees slowly. Lizzie jumped off a brushed herself off.

Dawn looked at over at the couple.

“Again, I’m really sorry but we need this tree. See there are three Summer’s Family step to finding the perfect Christmas tree. The first is that when we shake it not too many needles fall off that because if they do well then you are vacuuming constantly. Second is that it has to be really smelly not in a bad way just smell like really piney so when you walk into the room you totally know it’s Christmas. The last step is that Lizzie has to be able to reach the top of the tree on my Mom’s shoulders to put our star on. But this year Mom...” Dawn’s voice trailed off.

Lizzie hugged her sister from behind.

“I am sure we can find another one.” Lizzie said smiling at the couple is front of them.

The couple looked at each other.

“Actually we were thinking about something smaller. Besides who are we to take away the perfect Summer’s Family Christmas tree.” The man replied looking down at the two girls.

William mouthed “Thank You” to them as they walked away.

“O.k. Dawnie here’s the money now go line up and pay.” Lizzie said.

Dawn took the money from her hand and stood in line.

Lizzie looked at William.

“Thanks for substituting for mom this year.” Lizzie said.

Joyce had been diagnosed with cancer two months after they moved to Sunnydale. The doctors were confident they caught it in time to stop it however Joyce was in chemotherapy and was very weak. Every other year The Giles Family spent the holidays is England this year Jenny elected to stay behind to be here for Joyce and the girls. William fully expected his father to take William much to his shock and Spike’s chagrin Rupert insisted Spike accompany him instead.

William could still see the way Lizzie’s face fell when she found out she would not get to spend the holidays with Spike. Then the young would be pair were dealt another blow. Rupert came home and announced he and Spike had to leave that very day! Some sort of emergency with the family. Lizzie and Spike weren’t seeing each other yet. William was actually very impressed with Spike’s restraint. He was taking his time getting to know Lizzie. He treated her with the utmost respect. It only pained William more. He offered to take his brother’s place for the trip abroad but Rupert insisted. When both the boys questioned their mother. Jenny was uncharacteristically quiet. She just told the twins their father had his reasons.

Lizzie smiled watching her sister.

“Not a problem Pet.” William said staring down at Lizzie.

Lizzie looked down at her watch trying not to seem antsy. William knew Spike would be calling soon.

“Pet why don’t you run home Lil Bit and I can handle it.” William said.

“No, it’s o.k.” Lizzie said trying to be noble.

William rolled his eyes.

“Bloody hell women you’re practically jumping out of your skin if you run all the way home now you will be able to catch the call now scat!” William demanded.

Lizzie got a huge smile across her face and hugged William tightly.

“Thanks!” She screamed scampering off.

William waited by the tree for Dawn to return.

“It’s ours.” Dawn said proudly.

“Where’s Lizzie?” Dawn asked.

“She went home come on let’s go.” William said helping the attendant carry the tree to the car.

After the tree was tied and secured William and Dawn buckled themselves in.

Dawn let out a huge sigh.

“What is it Bit?” William asked.

“You should have told her a long time ago.” Dawn said matter of factly.

“What do you mean?” William asked.

“My sister, you should have told her a long time ago you were in love with her.” Dawn said.

“Da...Dawn..” William stammered turning three shades of red.

“Don’t worry you’re not obvious. I can just tell. If you deny it I bring up every time I saw you staring at her trying not to.” Dawn said.

William knew better than to argue with her. He was actually relieved he could finally confess it to someone even it was a nine year old girl.

“Why didn’t you just tell her that first day we met you?” Dawn asked.

“I just met you two.” William said trying to defend himself.

“So did Spike and he made his intentions pretty clear.” Dawn said rolling her eyes.

“Spike can do that.” William said.

“Well it was your right. I mean you met us first. You were there to greet us you did all the hard stuff. All Spike had to do was smile.” Dawn said.

“You don’t like my brother much do you?” William asked.

“It’s not that I don’t like him. I just don’t like the way he looks at Lizzie sometimes.” Dawn replied.

“What do you mean?” William probed.

“Sometimes he looks at her like she belongs to him and only him. It’s kind of scary.” Dawn said quietly.

“Trust me Bit, if I could do the same I would.” William said defending his brother.

“Ewww..” Dawn groaned.

“Let’s get this tree of yours home.” William said.

Lizzie, Dawn and William looked around making sure everything was perfect for the next day. Jenny and William opted not to get a tree seeing as they would be spending the holidays with Joyce and the girls. Jenny was there constantly anyways helping with Joyce. William did all the things that required driving. Taking Dawn and Buffy to school or to the stores. When it came time to trim the tree Joyce laid on the couch helping untangled lights while Jenny, Dawn, William and Lizzie decorated with flourish. When it was time to put the star on the tree. William’s groaned as Dawn directed and Lizzie leaned toward the tree trying to get the star on all the time on William’s shoulders.

“Bloody Traditions!” William groaned.

“This coming from The Brit!” Lizzie argued.

“You’re not listening to me, to the right Will!” Dawn demanded.

Jenny and Joyce sat on the couch and laughed so hard tears stream form their eyes and their sides ached. After the mothers went to sleep the three kids sat around for awhile eating left over popcorn from their tree trimming, talking.

Dawn yawned.

“I’m headed for bed.” She announced.

She hugged Lizzie than William.

“Nite guys!”

Lizzie stared up at the tree for a minute. William watched her Lizzie turned around and looked at him.

“Lizzie do you think you could do me a favor?” William asked.

“Anything.” Lizzie replied.

“Could you open my present now. It’s just I don’t know if it was dumb of me to get for you and if it is well..” William stammered.

“Will, nothing you could ever get me would be stupid.” Lizzie said

“Please just open it.” William pleaded.

Lizzie took the emerald wrapped package out of his hands. She unwrapped it slowly.

Lizzie gasped.

“You remembered. Where did you find it?” Lizzie asked reverently opening the book.

William smiled harder than he ever had in his life.

“Believe it or not there is only one book named ‘The Best Loved Doll‘. The tricky part was finding it in hardback.” William explained.

“It did not cost too much did it?” Lizzie said fearfully.

William shook his head.

“I can’t believe you remembered.” Lizzie said.

“You said it was the first book you ever read on your own kind of hard to forget that.” William said.

Lizzie’s eyes began to water. She shut the book.

“What’s wrong? You hate it don‘t you?” William asked defeated.

“No! I love it. It’s just that, my present to you sucks.” Lizzie cried.

She handed him her package.

“I didn’t have any money really. With Mom sick and everything. I took all my Christmas money from my Dad and bought presents for Dawnie.” Lizzie explained.

William unwrapped his present. He pulled out a long blue scarf. Lizzie wrapped it around his neck.

“I started making it before when I thought you were going to England.” Lizzie explained.

“Y..you made this?” William asked.

Lizzie nodded.

William looked down in his lap.

“I made this for you too.” Lizzie said tying it around his wrist.

William looked at it fascinated.

It was a simple leather band with a small Celtic knot burned in the center of it.

“It took this leather craft class in L.A.” Lizzie said looking at her handy work on his wrist.

William was speechless.

“Y.. you made me my Christmas presents?” William asked still in shock.

“I told you my presents sucked.” Lizzie whispered.

“Not at all Lizzie. No one has ever done anything like that for me.” William said.

“You like them then??” Lizzie asked hopefully.

William stared into her eyes.

“I love them.” He whispered.

Lizzie smiled. She grabbed the book, and laid down on William’s lap.

She handed him the book and smiled.

William laughed.

He opened the book.

He read to Lizzie around the page that read

“Your not my oldest doll Jennifer. Your dress is a fright and you can’t do a single thing but I do love you, dear Jennifer.”

William looked down at Lizzie who was asleep peacefully in his lap.

Flashback ends

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William watched Buffy sleeping. He touched the dark blue scarf around his neck. She actually did look like she was not in pain for once. The tingling sensation crept up his neck again. William gently slid Buffy’s head off his lap he hid his scarf behind the stone slab, ready to do battle as the crypt door busted open.

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