A New Lullaby

A/N: This is set in season 5(post-Drusilla) of Buffy and season 3 of Angel. Enjoy!

Spike opened his eyes and looked around the crypt he called home. Dusk had just fallen and he was alone. He sat up and looked at the empty space in the bed beside him; Drusilla could be sleeping there…or Buffy, or anyone if he wasn't such a complete moron.

"Damn it" Spike swore, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of black jeans and t-shirt. He thought of going to find Drusilla…but what would he say to her now? That he was sorry he'd chosen he slayer over her, the slayer? There was no going back after that, and Spike didn't even know if it was something he wanted to take back.

He could go to Buffy, he reasoned, and try to work things out…but where would that get him? What possible explanation could he have for kidnapping her, for demanding his feelings of her reciprocated…whatever those might be? Spike shook his head and ran a hand though his peroxide blonde hair wondering just how everything had gotten so messed up in such a short amount of time.

As Spike pulled on his boots and laced them up he decided he'd just go out, wander though the cemetery and see where the night took him. Maybe, he's see Buffy…okay, stalk Buffy for a little while. Hey, it didn't sound like such a bad plan, right? Spike shook his head and stood up; he really was starting to get pathetic, and all because of the slayer. Pity, that.

Before Spike could actually make good on his plans, he heard the faint sound of foot steps in the front of his crypt. Spike rolled his eyes, great, who was going to pester him now? Maybe it's Buffy he thought with a smile, maybe she came to…talk.

His smile however, tuned into a perplexed frown when he saw who was actually paying him a visit; it was a blonde alright, but certainly not the one he was expecting. "Darla?" he asked, "What are you doing here?" Before she could answer he noticed the circular bulge in the front of her shirt and a grin spread across his face, his voice mocking, "So, who knocked you up?"

Darla glared at him and laid a hand absentmindedly on her 5 month pregnant stomach and sighed, tucking a piece of honey colored hair behind her ear and looking the younger vampire in the eye, "Who knocked me up?" she repeated with a amused tone, before her voice turned cold again. "You did. Daddy."

A/N: Well? How was that? I was hoping for a good twist at the end. The next chapter will be up soon, if I get lots of reviews for this one. Don't forget to review!