DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy, as simple as that. I made Sage, so I own
her.
A/N: This has nothing to do with the plot, so no Potentials, no Wood, no First Evil, and that's pretty much all. The characters that are in Season Seven are in that have been in previous seasons. Buffy, Dawn, and Willow live in the Summers house. Xander and Anya live in apartments. Giles lives in his old apartment, I like his old apartment. Spike lives in his crypt. But, Spike's chip is already out.
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Chapter One
A Gift
--- Knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
"I'm coming!" Buffy yelled from her room upstairs. She checked her clock, 1:00 AM. "Who in the world would come at this time?" Buffy asked herself.
Knock, Knock, KNOCK!
"I SAID, I'M COMING!" Buffy yelled, then ran downstairs. The knocking stopped.
She opened the door and saw a young girl standing there. She had pale skin, and straight black hair that hung down to her waist and had red highlights through it, and her eyes were a striking blue. On her neck she had a cross that was imbedded with blue jewels and had a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"You're Buffy, right?" she said, walking in.
"Yeah," Buffy said. "What's it to you?"
"You know Drusilla," she said.
"Who are you?"
"Sage William," she said, sticking out her hand. "You know William the Bloody right? Or you might call him Spike," she said in her English accent.
"Okay," Buffy said. "Slow down. Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? And are you human? Answer those questions, now."
"I already told you, I'm Sage William. Not Williams, William, no s. My last name is after my great-great-times a million greats-uncle or something. I'm from Tibet, but I was born in England. My adoptive father was in Tibet, then he came back here, then he went back to Tibet. And I think I'm human, sorta. Not really," Sage said.
"What about why are you here?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, I'm seeing things. Dad told me to come here, that some old friends of his might help," Sage said. "See? I got a picture of him," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled picture of Sage and her father. Her father was sitting on a low wooden stool and Sage had her arms wrapped around him and her head was resting on his shoulder. They were against a gray background.
"That's.Oz, Daniel Osbourne?" Buffy asked.
"Uh.yeah," Sage said. "My dad."
"Whoa," Buffy said. "Oz has a.mustache? Haven't seen that since High School."
"Hello," Willow said, walking in. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at Sage.
"Obviously Oz's adopted kid," Buffy said.
"Hi," Willow said. "Is Oz married?"
"Nope," Sage said, shaking her head. "He can never get a relationship to last. And he has a thing for redheads, there aren't many in Tibet. Plus, he likes girls who's names start with W. There was Winifred, Wionna, Winnie, the most current was a girl online named Willy011. Then she dumped him right before I left."
"I'm Willow," Willow said.
"You should try dating my dad," Sage said. "You're a redhead, and Willow has two W's."
"I already have," Willow said.
"Well I'm Sage," Sage said.
"Nice name," Willow said. "So, why are you here?"
"Oh," Sage said. "Dad told me you guys could help me."
"For what?" Buffy asked, handing the picture back to Sage.
"I got this new hobby, genealogy so I went looking and stuff. Then my family tree went wacky and I got a guy named William, another one named Liam, then Drusilla, and Darla. Then the next morning it's like boom! And I'm seeing freaky things all over, that according to Dad aren't there," Sage explained.
"William is Spike," Buffy said. "Liam is Angel. Drusilla and Darla are the same. Sage, did your dad tell you that you were related to four famous vampires?"
"Well, that's why I came here," Sage said, rolling her eyes. "Dad thought it wasn't safe for me to just going around seeing these things so he told me to come here. So, here I am, and what the heck is that!" she said, pointing her finger at something in the corner.
"What?" Willow asked, turning that way.
"That picture keeps changing, the brunette on the left keeps disappearing," Sage said.
"Long story," Buffy said. "Nothing harmful, really."
"Oh," Sage said, looking at the floor.
"Now that you think about it," Willow said, looking at Sage. "She sorta has Drusilla's hair, and Spike's eyes."
"Can you explain this?" Sage asked. She lifted up the ends of her hair which had brown and blonde on them. "My hair started changing colors on my way here."
"The brown sorta looks like Angel's hair in a non-gel way," Buffy said. "And Darla is blonde, the last time I saw her, of course."
"Ultimate research mode?" Willow asked. "I can call up Giles, and there's this new shop downtown that delivers donuts."
"In the morning," Buffy said. "What time did you get here?" she asked Sage.
"Like, an hour ago," Sage said. "I stopped for food."
"And nobody attacked you?" Buffy asked.
"No, but there was bowing and stuff," Sage said.
"Bowing?" Willow asked, her eyes widening.
"Yeah, bowing," Sage said. "Not the kind with the bending the waist and everything, but where you get on one knee for like a marriage proposal or when a knight gets dubbed in the movies."
"What did they look like?"
"Bumpy faced, like a hairless cat, I saw one on a movie," Sage said. "And yellow-eyed like a cat too. One had a human face, I think they were vampires. Dad told me about them, but I didn't really get it until I actually saw them.at least I think I did."
"Did they give you anything?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Sage said. "This cross," she pointed to the cross that was hung around her neck.
"Can I see?" Buffy asked.
Sage took the cross off and handed it to Buffy. Buffy turned the cross over, looking at the little inscribings on the fine plated silver.
"This isn't a normal cross," Buffy concluded. "It's all made of melded silver snakes."
"Super-research mode?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Buffy said. "Right now, it's a Friday, who cares. Call up that donut place, get jelly and sprinkles. Then call Giles, Xander, and Anya. I'll go get Spike. Plus, get Dawn up."
"Yes ma'am," Willow said. Then, Buffy grabbed her coat and went out.
"So, Willow," Sage said. "Do you want my dad's phone number?"
Willow's eyes glowed, "Sure. But, no dating."
"Seriously?" Sage asked.
"Seriously," Willow said. "I'm not one for guys anymore."
"What? Oh!" Sage said. --- (Flashback to: When Drusilla was alive)
Drusilla cradled her baby in her arms. She lay next to the river, it's waters churning and boiling. Her baby, Madeline, as she had named her was in a black flowing gown. Madeline let out a tiny whimper.
"Don't worry my child," Drusilla said, she stroked Madeline's hair. "But the stars, they tell me.I must give you away. Look at the sky," she pointed to the sky which had turned to a blood red. "I must give you away.or we shall all perish. Now, we wouldn't want that, would we? 'Tis the end of the world, baby, and I must give you away or all the mummies and daddies and all their little babies will die."
The baby let out a full-fledged wail.
"Now, now," Drusilla kissed the baby's forehead. "Quiet. May the Lord be with you," she fastened a silver cross on the baby's neck. Then, slowly, as chunks of hail as big as a fist began to fall from the sky she extended her arms over the water.
Madeline, unable to stop her horrible fate from happening, stopped wailing as Drusilla lowered her into the burning water, now flowing of blood. As the baby sank into the water, Drusilla watched, tears silently pouring down. Then, as she watched the baby broil, the sky returned to its blue state, and the water became cold and rapid again.
That was when Drusilla went utterly crazy. Day and night she saw dead things, bad things. Things she couldn't tell anyone about or else she might be burnt at the stake like a witch. Then the day came years later that the priest had told her that she was a child of the Devil. Drusilla had ran away from them all, back to the stream where she had sacrificed her baby to save the world, she knew she wasn't worthy of other people, the ones who were good.
Night had fallen and she still sat there, tracing her fingers in the water. She could practically feel the day when the world had almost ended.
"Come here child," a voice said.
Drusilla turned around, and looking at the ground so no one could see her devilish face, walked towards the feet of the speaker. Then, he had bit her, drank her, then fed her with his blood. And she was no longer bothered by these visions of the night, but enlightened by them, a gift nobody else had.
--- "Who wants the jelly?" Xander asked, holding one of the three boxes of donuts.
"I'll take that one," Giles said, who was carrying several books which he had loaded into his car.
"How about.white frosting and pink sprinkles?"
"Me," Sage said.
"Chocolate with chocolate sprinkles?"
"That's mine," Anya said, sticking her hand out.
"Glaze with powdered sugar?"
"Mine!" Dawn said.
"Chocolate with no sprinkles?"
"Ooh," Willow said. "Yummy."
"Maple with strawberry filling?"
"Yay, my donut. Finally!" Buffy said.
"That leaves me the chocolate with rasinettes," Xander said, taking a bite into his donut.
"I don't see why I have to be here," Spike said, lighting a cigarette and taking a whiff.
"You have to be here because you're my Great-great-great times a million- uncle," Sage said. "Plus, my whole family is named after you."
"Seriously?" Spike asked. "Like I care, there are probably a bunch a people named after their great whatever's."
"But they're not related to vampires," Dawn added.
"Plus," Sage said. "I was wondering, should I call you Grandfather Spike?"
"Bloody hell, no," Spike said. "Nobody here is calling me grand whatever. Well that is, unless they want to live."
"And if I wanted to die?" Sage asked.
"Come over here and show me your neck."
Sage walked over and flipped her hair so Spike could see her neck. "Wanna drink?" she asked him. "I'm sure you'll love drinking a version of you. You'll probably be very tasty."
"Nah," Spike said. "Not hungry."
Sage got up, "Knew you wouldn't drink me. My dad now owes me ten bucks."
"What?" Willow asked.
"I made a bet against my dad. He said that Spike would drink me on ten dollars, and I said he wouldn't," Sage said.
"And who's your dad?" Spike asked.
"Oz," Buffy, Willow, and Dawn said at the same time.
"My adopted father," Sage added.
"And nobody told me this?" Xander asked. "How rude. Oz and I were very good friends."
"Even after you cheated on Cordelia with Willow, making her cheat on Oz? Wow, talk about friends." Sage asked. Xander glared at Willow.
"She asked," Willow said, shrugging. "And maybe I led her on to asking a bit. Okay, she didn't ask at all. I told. But Sage did ask about what Oz was like."
"Where do you live?" Spike asked.
"Well right now we're living in Tibet, but we spent two years in Seattle like three years ago, and then before that we lived in LA, but mostly in Tibet. Then in the summer we went to Paris and Florida," Sage explained.
"Where'd you come from?" Spike asked, snubbing out his cigarette and putting it in his pocket.
"Oh," Sage said. "France. Till I was one and a half. And now you're gonna ask how old I am, I'm fourteen."
"How'd you know that?" Spike asked.
"I keep seeing things," Sage explained. "Which is why I came here."
"That makes sense now," Spike said.
"So this is research?" Sage said. "This is really boring. I'm getting hyper, really hyper. Donuts make me hyper because donuts have sugar. Sugar makes me hyper. I'm hyper. Right now I'm babbling as Dad says. Babble, babble, babble.no one to stop me. Very hyper. Babbling the morning away, soon it'll be 3:00, and I'll be babbling the 3:00 away-"
"You wanna go to sleep?" Anya asked angrily, looking up at Sage. "Cause you came here at one, you gotta be sleepy."
"I'll take her," Spike said. "To my crypt, away from all of you. Family bonding time and stuff, y' know?"
"Well then, go," Buffy said. "Nothing's stopping you."
"C'mon Sage," Spike said, getting up. "Now."
"Okay," Sage said. "Adios." --- "So this is a crypt?" Sage said, looking around. "Very ghetto."
"What?" Spike asked.
"Ghetto," Sage said. "Forget it, slang."
"Hey," Sage said. "There's only one bed here, and two people."
"You take the bed," Spike said.
"Nah," Sage said, "I'll just sleep in the chair. I've been doing that for two days, I rode a bus half the way there."
"Vampires don't need to sleep," Spike said. "You do, and as my great- whatever-niece or daughter or whatever, get to sleep."
"Okay," Sage said. She crawled under the covers, closed her eyes, and then immediately fell asleep.
Spike grabbed a mug of blood and settled in front of the TV, flipping channels for something to watch. There was nothing, of course there was nothing usually at this hour. Spike walked over to Sage's resting body on his bed.
Her hair was flamed out against the pillow, her chest slowly rising up and down. He pushed back a lock of her hair that looked more blonder and browned every minute. The hair he had just pushed out showed off her pale neck, and a thin layer of skin covering her vein where he usually drank out of, a long time ago.
"You wanna drink?" she muttered.
"You're awake?" Spike asked.
"It's been happening sometimes," Sage whispered. "That I can't get to sleep but I feel pretty energetic."
"Oh," Spike said.
"You wanna drink?" she asked. "I wouldn't mind, Dad.Oz.he said you were allowed to take a drink from me. Don't know why.besides the fact that he might want ten dollars. Anyway, maybe it's a family thing."
"No," Spike said.
"Y' sure?" she asked. "I've never gotten drank before."
"Do you want to get your blood sucked?"
"Yeah," Sage said grinning. "Not all of it though. It's like.I have to get drank."
"Well, the rush ain't worth it," Spike said. "So I'm not drinking you."
"Okay," Sage said. She opened her eyes showing her bright blue pupils. "Just know that the offer is always open."
"Uh-huh," Spike said.
"Yeah," Sage said back.
Spike pushed back her hair and stoked the vein on her neck with his finger, "You're the best great-great-great-times whatever-grand niece-or grand child a souled vampire could ever have."
"Thanks," she said. "Still, drink me."
"No," Spike said.
"Well, I'm gonna try going to sleep again," Sage said, turning towards Spike and tossing her hair so he saw that vein.
"Good.morning," Spike said.
End of Chapter One
A/N: This has nothing to do with the plot, so no Potentials, no Wood, no First Evil, and that's pretty much all. The characters that are in Season Seven are in that have been in previous seasons. Buffy, Dawn, and Willow live in the Summers house. Xander and Anya live in apartments. Giles lives in his old apartment, I like his old apartment. Spike lives in his crypt. But, Spike's chip is already out.
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Chapter One
A Gift
--- Knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
"I'm coming!" Buffy yelled from her room upstairs. She checked her clock, 1:00 AM. "Who in the world would come at this time?" Buffy asked herself.
Knock, Knock, KNOCK!
"I SAID, I'M COMING!" Buffy yelled, then ran downstairs. The knocking stopped.
She opened the door and saw a young girl standing there. She had pale skin, and straight black hair that hung down to her waist and had red highlights through it, and her eyes were a striking blue. On her neck she had a cross that was imbedded with blue jewels and had a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"You're Buffy, right?" she said, walking in.
"Yeah," Buffy said. "What's it to you?"
"You know Drusilla," she said.
"Who are you?"
"Sage William," she said, sticking out her hand. "You know William the Bloody right? Or you might call him Spike," she said in her English accent.
"Okay," Buffy said. "Slow down. Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? And are you human? Answer those questions, now."
"I already told you, I'm Sage William. Not Williams, William, no s. My last name is after my great-great-times a million greats-uncle or something. I'm from Tibet, but I was born in England. My adoptive father was in Tibet, then he came back here, then he went back to Tibet. And I think I'm human, sorta. Not really," Sage said.
"What about why are you here?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, I'm seeing things. Dad told me to come here, that some old friends of his might help," Sage said. "See? I got a picture of him," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled picture of Sage and her father. Her father was sitting on a low wooden stool and Sage had her arms wrapped around him and her head was resting on his shoulder. They were against a gray background.
"That's.Oz, Daniel Osbourne?" Buffy asked.
"Uh.yeah," Sage said. "My dad."
"Whoa," Buffy said. "Oz has a.mustache? Haven't seen that since High School."
"Hello," Willow said, walking in. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at Sage.
"Obviously Oz's adopted kid," Buffy said.
"Hi," Willow said. "Is Oz married?"
"Nope," Sage said, shaking her head. "He can never get a relationship to last. And he has a thing for redheads, there aren't many in Tibet. Plus, he likes girls who's names start with W. There was Winifred, Wionna, Winnie, the most current was a girl online named Willy011. Then she dumped him right before I left."
"I'm Willow," Willow said.
"You should try dating my dad," Sage said. "You're a redhead, and Willow has two W's."
"I already have," Willow said.
"Well I'm Sage," Sage said.
"Nice name," Willow said. "So, why are you here?"
"Oh," Sage said. "Dad told me you guys could help me."
"For what?" Buffy asked, handing the picture back to Sage.
"I got this new hobby, genealogy so I went looking and stuff. Then my family tree went wacky and I got a guy named William, another one named Liam, then Drusilla, and Darla. Then the next morning it's like boom! And I'm seeing freaky things all over, that according to Dad aren't there," Sage explained.
"William is Spike," Buffy said. "Liam is Angel. Drusilla and Darla are the same. Sage, did your dad tell you that you were related to four famous vampires?"
"Well, that's why I came here," Sage said, rolling her eyes. "Dad thought it wasn't safe for me to just going around seeing these things so he told me to come here. So, here I am, and what the heck is that!" she said, pointing her finger at something in the corner.
"What?" Willow asked, turning that way.
"That picture keeps changing, the brunette on the left keeps disappearing," Sage said.
"Long story," Buffy said. "Nothing harmful, really."
"Oh," Sage said, looking at the floor.
"Now that you think about it," Willow said, looking at Sage. "She sorta has Drusilla's hair, and Spike's eyes."
"Can you explain this?" Sage asked. She lifted up the ends of her hair which had brown and blonde on them. "My hair started changing colors on my way here."
"The brown sorta looks like Angel's hair in a non-gel way," Buffy said. "And Darla is blonde, the last time I saw her, of course."
"Ultimate research mode?" Willow asked. "I can call up Giles, and there's this new shop downtown that delivers donuts."
"In the morning," Buffy said. "What time did you get here?" she asked Sage.
"Like, an hour ago," Sage said. "I stopped for food."
"And nobody attacked you?" Buffy asked.
"No, but there was bowing and stuff," Sage said.
"Bowing?" Willow asked, her eyes widening.
"Yeah, bowing," Sage said. "Not the kind with the bending the waist and everything, but where you get on one knee for like a marriage proposal or when a knight gets dubbed in the movies."
"What did they look like?"
"Bumpy faced, like a hairless cat, I saw one on a movie," Sage said. "And yellow-eyed like a cat too. One had a human face, I think they were vampires. Dad told me about them, but I didn't really get it until I actually saw them.at least I think I did."
"Did they give you anything?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Sage said. "This cross," she pointed to the cross that was hung around her neck.
"Can I see?" Buffy asked.
Sage took the cross off and handed it to Buffy. Buffy turned the cross over, looking at the little inscribings on the fine plated silver.
"This isn't a normal cross," Buffy concluded. "It's all made of melded silver snakes."
"Super-research mode?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Buffy said. "Right now, it's a Friday, who cares. Call up that donut place, get jelly and sprinkles. Then call Giles, Xander, and Anya. I'll go get Spike. Plus, get Dawn up."
"Yes ma'am," Willow said. Then, Buffy grabbed her coat and went out.
"So, Willow," Sage said. "Do you want my dad's phone number?"
Willow's eyes glowed, "Sure. But, no dating."
"Seriously?" Sage asked.
"Seriously," Willow said. "I'm not one for guys anymore."
"What? Oh!" Sage said. --- (Flashback to: When Drusilla was alive)
Drusilla cradled her baby in her arms. She lay next to the river, it's waters churning and boiling. Her baby, Madeline, as she had named her was in a black flowing gown. Madeline let out a tiny whimper.
"Don't worry my child," Drusilla said, she stroked Madeline's hair. "But the stars, they tell me.I must give you away. Look at the sky," she pointed to the sky which had turned to a blood red. "I must give you away.or we shall all perish. Now, we wouldn't want that, would we? 'Tis the end of the world, baby, and I must give you away or all the mummies and daddies and all their little babies will die."
The baby let out a full-fledged wail.
"Now, now," Drusilla kissed the baby's forehead. "Quiet. May the Lord be with you," she fastened a silver cross on the baby's neck. Then, slowly, as chunks of hail as big as a fist began to fall from the sky she extended her arms over the water.
Madeline, unable to stop her horrible fate from happening, stopped wailing as Drusilla lowered her into the burning water, now flowing of blood. As the baby sank into the water, Drusilla watched, tears silently pouring down. Then, as she watched the baby broil, the sky returned to its blue state, and the water became cold and rapid again.
That was when Drusilla went utterly crazy. Day and night she saw dead things, bad things. Things she couldn't tell anyone about or else she might be burnt at the stake like a witch. Then the day came years later that the priest had told her that she was a child of the Devil. Drusilla had ran away from them all, back to the stream where she had sacrificed her baby to save the world, she knew she wasn't worthy of other people, the ones who were good.
Night had fallen and she still sat there, tracing her fingers in the water. She could practically feel the day when the world had almost ended.
"Come here child," a voice said.
Drusilla turned around, and looking at the ground so no one could see her devilish face, walked towards the feet of the speaker. Then, he had bit her, drank her, then fed her with his blood. And she was no longer bothered by these visions of the night, but enlightened by them, a gift nobody else had.
--- "Who wants the jelly?" Xander asked, holding one of the three boxes of donuts.
"I'll take that one," Giles said, who was carrying several books which he had loaded into his car.
"How about.white frosting and pink sprinkles?"
"Me," Sage said.
"Chocolate with chocolate sprinkles?"
"That's mine," Anya said, sticking her hand out.
"Glaze with powdered sugar?"
"Mine!" Dawn said.
"Chocolate with no sprinkles?"
"Ooh," Willow said. "Yummy."
"Maple with strawberry filling?"
"Yay, my donut. Finally!" Buffy said.
"That leaves me the chocolate with rasinettes," Xander said, taking a bite into his donut.
"I don't see why I have to be here," Spike said, lighting a cigarette and taking a whiff.
"You have to be here because you're my Great-great-great times a million- uncle," Sage said. "Plus, my whole family is named after you."
"Seriously?" Spike asked. "Like I care, there are probably a bunch a people named after their great whatever's."
"But they're not related to vampires," Dawn added.
"Plus," Sage said. "I was wondering, should I call you Grandfather Spike?"
"Bloody hell, no," Spike said. "Nobody here is calling me grand whatever. Well that is, unless they want to live."
"And if I wanted to die?" Sage asked.
"Come over here and show me your neck."
Sage walked over and flipped her hair so Spike could see her neck. "Wanna drink?" she asked him. "I'm sure you'll love drinking a version of you. You'll probably be very tasty."
"Nah," Spike said. "Not hungry."
Sage got up, "Knew you wouldn't drink me. My dad now owes me ten bucks."
"What?" Willow asked.
"I made a bet against my dad. He said that Spike would drink me on ten dollars, and I said he wouldn't," Sage said.
"And who's your dad?" Spike asked.
"Oz," Buffy, Willow, and Dawn said at the same time.
"My adopted father," Sage added.
"And nobody told me this?" Xander asked. "How rude. Oz and I were very good friends."
"Even after you cheated on Cordelia with Willow, making her cheat on Oz? Wow, talk about friends." Sage asked. Xander glared at Willow.
"She asked," Willow said, shrugging. "And maybe I led her on to asking a bit. Okay, she didn't ask at all. I told. But Sage did ask about what Oz was like."
"Where do you live?" Spike asked.
"Well right now we're living in Tibet, but we spent two years in Seattle like three years ago, and then before that we lived in LA, but mostly in Tibet. Then in the summer we went to Paris and Florida," Sage explained.
"Where'd you come from?" Spike asked, snubbing out his cigarette and putting it in his pocket.
"Oh," Sage said. "France. Till I was one and a half. And now you're gonna ask how old I am, I'm fourteen."
"How'd you know that?" Spike asked.
"I keep seeing things," Sage explained. "Which is why I came here."
"That makes sense now," Spike said.
"So this is research?" Sage said. "This is really boring. I'm getting hyper, really hyper. Donuts make me hyper because donuts have sugar. Sugar makes me hyper. I'm hyper. Right now I'm babbling as Dad says. Babble, babble, babble.no one to stop me. Very hyper. Babbling the morning away, soon it'll be 3:00, and I'll be babbling the 3:00 away-"
"You wanna go to sleep?" Anya asked angrily, looking up at Sage. "Cause you came here at one, you gotta be sleepy."
"I'll take her," Spike said. "To my crypt, away from all of you. Family bonding time and stuff, y' know?"
"Well then, go," Buffy said. "Nothing's stopping you."
"C'mon Sage," Spike said, getting up. "Now."
"Okay," Sage said. "Adios." --- "So this is a crypt?" Sage said, looking around. "Very ghetto."
"What?" Spike asked.
"Ghetto," Sage said. "Forget it, slang."
"Hey," Sage said. "There's only one bed here, and two people."
"You take the bed," Spike said.
"Nah," Sage said, "I'll just sleep in the chair. I've been doing that for two days, I rode a bus half the way there."
"Vampires don't need to sleep," Spike said. "You do, and as my great- whatever-niece or daughter or whatever, get to sleep."
"Okay," Sage said. She crawled under the covers, closed her eyes, and then immediately fell asleep.
Spike grabbed a mug of blood and settled in front of the TV, flipping channels for something to watch. There was nothing, of course there was nothing usually at this hour. Spike walked over to Sage's resting body on his bed.
Her hair was flamed out against the pillow, her chest slowly rising up and down. He pushed back a lock of her hair that looked more blonder and browned every minute. The hair he had just pushed out showed off her pale neck, and a thin layer of skin covering her vein where he usually drank out of, a long time ago.
"You wanna drink?" she muttered.
"You're awake?" Spike asked.
"It's been happening sometimes," Sage whispered. "That I can't get to sleep but I feel pretty energetic."
"Oh," Spike said.
"You wanna drink?" she asked. "I wouldn't mind, Dad.Oz.he said you were allowed to take a drink from me. Don't know why.besides the fact that he might want ten dollars. Anyway, maybe it's a family thing."
"No," Spike said.
"Y' sure?" she asked. "I've never gotten drank before."
"Do you want to get your blood sucked?"
"Yeah," Sage said grinning. "Not all of it though. It's like.I have to get drank."
"Well, the rush ain't worth it," Spike said. "So I'm not drinking you."
"Okay," Sage said. She opened her eyes showing her bright blue pupils. "Just know that the offer is always open."
"Uh-huh," Spike said.
"Yeah," Sage said back.
Spike pushed back her hair and stoked the vein on her neck with his finger, "You're the best great-great-great-times whatever-grand niece-or grand child a souled vampire could ever have."
"Thanks," she said. "Still, drink me."
"No," Spike said.
"Well, I'm gonna try going to sleep again," Sage said, turning towards Spike and tossing her hair so he saw that vein.
"Good.morning," Spike said.
End of Chapter One