When Spike regained his composure, by which time Jacqueline was walking around the apartment trying to get adjusted, he turned to his lover, "Dru, what the bloody hell are you-…"
Drusilla interrupted him with a light slap across the face, "Spike! Language!," then gestured towards the little girl staring up at them in the corner, "there's a child present!"
"I can see that…", Spike gave Jacqueline an uninterested glance before returning his attention to Drusilla, "but why did you bring 'er here?"
"Don't you sense it?" Drusilla exclaimed, "She's our baby!"
Spike was incredulous, "What?!"
"Think back, Spike, back to London. Six years ago."
…
London, England; December 11th, 1990
"Where is he?"
It was in an alley, in the East End of London, in the dark night.
Spike, carrying one of his trademark railroad spikes, was standing over a mustached man tied up with rope.
The man was defiant, "Go to Hell, vampire. I will never tell you!"
"I said, where is he!", Spike growled before plunging the railroad spike into the man's leg.
The man cried out in agony as Spike began cutting across his leg, leaving a long cut before screaming out, "Burn eternally, you filth!"
Spike sighed, this was getting him nowhere, "This'll only get worse until you tell me, mate."
"Allow me, Spike."
Drusilla had stepped out of the shadows.
Spike nodded and took a step back to allow his lover get to work, "Sure thing, luv."
Drusilla knelt down next to the man, "Look into my eyes."
The man tried to force his eyes to remain close when Drusilla smacked him fiercely across the face, "Look into my eyes," the surprise of the blow caused him to reflexively open his eyes, leaving him vulnerable to her spell. She grinned, pleasure clear on her face, "that's it, my dear. Follow the sound of my voice, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," the man answered robotically.
"That's a good dearie," Drusilla rubbed his hair playfully, "now, tell me, where is your master?"
"He isn't here. He left the city a week ago."
"That's a shame," if Drusilla did notice the jealous look on Spike's face, she made no indication, "what business did he have here then."
"His latest concubine, Alicia Kallins, she's with child."
Drusilla's eyes lit up with interest, "And where is she?"
"He has her under armed guard at the Barrow Hotel. Room 205."
Spike knew they could have gotten this information if he had let Drusilla work her wonders on the man in the first place. But where would the fun for him be in that?
Armed with the new information, Drusilla snapped the man's neck and stood up, where her lover was waiting with a held-out hand, "Shall we, luv?"
With a giggle, she leapt into his arms and then, they were off, leaving the body of their latest victim in the snow.
…
It was a tough fight. The toughest Spike had had in a while, but he and Drusilla had managed to force their way through the guards the Immortal had posted in the hotel.
Digging around the various corpses in the hallway, they eventually found the key to the hotel room the man gave them.
Entering the room, they found a black-haired woman in her early thirties, dressed in a red gown, cowering in the corner. From the slight bump on her stomach, she was visibly pregnant.
Spike, still in his 'vamp face', strolled casually towards her, "You must be Alicia, right?"
Alicia avoided his eye contact, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Spike knelt down, coming in close enough to her face that he was breathing in her face, "Oh, don't tell me your boyfriend never mentioned ol' Spike."
"Please don't hurt me," Alicia began crying, her left hand on her stomach, "I'm pregnant."
There was no sign of pity on the blonde vampire's face, "And you think I care?"
"The father is a very important man-a very powerful man. If you let me go, he'll make it worth your while, I swear."
Spike spat contemptuously at her, "There's nothing from him that I want…", then paused to quip, "well, except to see him suffer."
He stepped forward for the kill, Alicia flinching at his step, when he heard Drusilla call out from behind him, "Spike, wait."
Spike turned around, "What, Dru, you want first bite?"
"No, we shouldn't kill her."
Spike was confused, "What?", while, simultaneously, Alicia let out a relieved sigh and cried, "Thank you!"
The relief died on the spot when she saw the demented glimmer in Drusilla's eyes, "We should sire her."
Spike contemplated this. Sire a pregnant broad, a broad pregnant with the child of one of his oldest enemies? Sounded like something straight out of Angelus' playbook.
He loved it.
"Come 'ere, luv," Spike grabbed Alicia and plunged his fangs into her neck.
She screamed like a banshee while Spike was feeding ravenously on her blood.
When Alicia fell unconscious, Spike managed to stop himself from taking even more before laying her onto a couch.
Spike took out a knife and sliced his own palm, allowing his blood to drip into Alicia's mouth, remarking with a smirk, "A parting gift."
The last thing Spike said before strolling out of the room with Drusilla on his arm was,"Be sure to tell the Immortal that we said hello."
…
Spike was stunned, "So, what you're saying is that that child is…"
Drusilla smiled and nodded, "Yes."
He couldn't believe it. It was rare for Dhampirs, the result of pregnant woman being sired, to live past a few days
Back then, the plan was for the Immortal to have to stake his love (and therefore, destroy his child) in order to torment him, as revenge for prior humiliations (including a jail stint for tax evasion).
The last thing he expected was for said child to show up at his doorstep years later. In the enthusiastic arms of his love, no less.
"How is she still alive? How did you find her?", he asked.
Drusilla shrugged nonchalantly, "Does it matter? All that matters is she's with us, her mummy and her daddy."
Spike felt a tug at his pants leg. He looked down to see Jacqueline staring up at him, "What?"
Jacqueline stared up at the tall, blonde man, still in disbelief that this was her father. She stuttered nervously, "A-are you my daddy? S-she t-told me you were."
He, catching Drusilla sly smirk, gave a surrendering sigh and answered, "I suppose I am, kid."
At this, Jacqueline gave a delighted squeal and hugged his leg.
Spike was confused, there was something about being in proximity to this child that was bringing something out of him. Not quite a fatherly love, but similar to an animal's instinct to protect its young.
