Midnight's Child
By Kalika-Chan
A/N: This is the first chapter of Midnight's Child. I don't own anyone of the characters except for Kyirra. Chapter One takes place two weeks before Day One, where Buffy finds out she's pregnant.
Chapter One— Two Weeks before— Darkness Before Dawn
The morning air left a cool breeze on Buffy's cheek. The curtains lifted and woke her up. She felt another body stirring beside her. Spike. Why was he here?
Her skin shivered when she heard him sigh. Oh, right. Last night. Spike had waited for her as usual after patrol. Once, again, they got into a fight, then shagged a bit before daylight. This time, they had returned to Buffy's house. She didn't like it. Not the sex part, but the part where she punches him silly and then straddles him the next. Buffy didn't know how long she could keep this up. He was bound to talk sometime. But sometime wasn't now.
One day, Spike would get up, clear his head and realize what she's doing to him. Twisting his heart, letting him touch, but not love, which he had so desperately wanted. Spike stood beside her through thick and thin, but how much can a person take?
Thinking hurt her head.
She groaned at the thought of getting up. After last night, she just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, Spike had the same idea. He took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air, then whispered her name softly. She was disgusted, it was Spike after all. But she knew she needed him. He was the only one who made her feel, who set her inner Buffy on fire.
"Hmmm?"
Spike didn't answer, but instead, reaching over and gently started rubbing her back with his hand. It was awfully comforting, Buffy hated to admit it. They stayed like that for a few minutes. She felt totally at peace.
"Do we have to get up?" She murmured.
"'fraid so, luv."
Buffy didn't want to move. Her mouth felt incredibly dry. She heard Spike slid off the bed next to her. Buffy closed her eyes again, hoping to get more rest.
"C'mon, Summers. Bright morning start." With that, Spike disappeared downstairs. Buffy moaned and turned over.
She found Spike in the kitchen, sitting on the table again. He was feeding out of a blood packet, his vamp face plastered on. He stopped when he saw her, and put down the blood, his human mask returning. Spike cleared his throat and quietly greeted his lover. Buffy could practically hear her heart breaking for him. He was trying so hard to be good for her.
"It's ok, Spike. It doesn't really bother me. Anymore."
She watched as he grinned at her, then continued where he left off. Buffy started making breakfast for her and Dawn. She remembered she had school today, but she wasn't feeling her best.
Dawn came bounding down the stairs before Buffy could go and wake her. She wasn't that surprised to find Spike in the kitchen, leaning over with his mouth attached to her sister's neck. Somehow, she knew he wasn't biting her by the expression on the slayer's face.
Dawn felt she shouldn't intrude, but she wanted breakfast and Spike was still nibbling away. She pursed her lips together, trying to speak.
"HEY SPIKE!"
Spike almost tumbled backwards in shock. Buffy's eyes darted opened and stared at her sister, then the Spike who was mumbling like an idiot. Oh, well. He always was an idiot.
"Morning, Niblet. Uhh…I was just helping your sister with…something…that she…needed." He didn't blush, vampires couldn't blush, but Dawn sensed his embarrassment. After all, he wasn't exactly lying.
Dawn thought this was the time to tell the two. Buffy stammered for something to support Spike.
"It's ok, I know you're sleeping with my sister. Don't worry about it."
Dawn looked from Buffy to her beau. Maybe beau was too strong of a word. For Pete's sake, her sister hated the guy, yet she was sleeping with him. Somehow, she knew Buffy didn't really hate Spike.
Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She folded her hands and tried to comfort Dawn.
"Do the others know?" Spike asked, saving Buffy from speaking. Dawn watched as he lifted the flask to his lips before answering.
She shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I think Willow is starting to catch on."
Buffy's voice came out nervously. "H-how'd you find out? I-I mean-" She shoot a glance at Spike, glaring at him. 'I didn't tell her', he mouthed. Spike gave her an innocent look.
Dawn shrugged again. " I don't know. Noises, I guess. Plus finding Spike here more than usual kinda struck me."
"Ok, Dawny, just try to keep it a secret. For now, ok?" Buffy spoke, twisting her hands together, trying to inch away from Spike.
"Ok. Whatever. I mean, its not like it's a big deal or anything. It was just bound to happen. Boy, Buffy, have you got it bad." Dawn grinned, pulled out an apple and walked out. Buffy sighed and turned back towards Spike. He was grinning again.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, Buffy. You really got it bad." He said, smirking, and wiping the blood away.
"You're a pig, Spike."
*+*+*+*
Buffy moaned again. All day she had been feeling sick. She canceled school, and just her luck, Spike had decided to stay. He couldn't go out anyway, it was daylight. Buffy told him to go burn himself, but he really didn't want to. He kept insisting her to go to a doctor for am examination. She persisted. Buffy never listened. She never reasoned. She always got her way.
"Luv, I hate seeing you like this."
"Then go."
"I can't."
"Why not."
"It's bloody daylight, that's way."
Buffy took a nearby blanket from her resting position on the couch and threw it at him.
"You're suffering."
"Damn, you're right."
"Buffy."
She hesitated. He almost never used her real name. It was slayer, Summers, pet, luv, or any other little names he could think of in bed.
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You've got it bad."
"Spike, I'm serious!"
"I am too!"
"That isn't why I'm feeling so crappy!"
"Then why?!"
Buffy signed. "I don't know, Spike."
He almost told her he knew.
She slept the whole day on the sofa. Eventually, Willow came by after school.
She had heard. "Hey, Buffy." She paused, a little shocked to find Spike sitting next to the sleeping form of Buffy. "Spike."
"Red."
"Buffy, you ok?"
"No."
"Oh. Well. Here, I've got just the time. Give me five minutes and I'll have it whipped up." Will got up and went to the kitchen.
She came back to find Buffy in the same position, but Spike pacing back and forth in front of her. She pretended not to notice.
"Hey, Will." Buffy said, starting to sit up. Her voice came out hoarse. Spike reached down and caught her hand Buffy wasn't protesting. Willow set the mug of her healing potion down.
"I'm ok." Buffy said after a moment of silence. She glanced up at Spike's concerned face. He responded by rubbing the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb. Willow watched the two.
"Is there something I should know?"
Spike stayed silent, not knowing whether she wanted him to tell Will about them or not.
Buffy sighed. "W-we're, me and Spike, are…together. Like, umm…"
"Oh. Right. I-I could guess." Willow chuckled lightly and sat down.
"I'm ok." Buffy said again without being asked. She had let go of Spike's hand and cradled her head in her arms. She felt like splitting.
Spike was silent. He knew what was going on. He knew what was happening. He also knew it was his, but that was clearly impossible, yet it was happening. The blonde vampire was reluctant to tell his slayer what he knew, in fear she wouldn't accept it. His lip curled in frustration and he wrapped an arm around the pained Buffy. She sighed and leaned against him. Spike knew he was overprotecting her. But Buffy didn't seem to mind. In fact, she wanted him to protect her, to save her, and to guide her, just as Giles did. But Giles left so now she had to hide behind Spike.
"Buffy, the potion will make you feel better." Willow held it out to her.
"No it won't." Spike stood and took it away from Buffy's grasp.
"What?" Buffy asked, confused. She had thought Spike really cared for her. A moment of panic passed.
"I said that won't help." He repeated, looking at Buffy, his eyes shining softly.
Buffy was even more confused. "Spike, what are you talking about?" Her eyes furrowed.
He sat down and gently took her hands in his hands.
"You're pregnant, luv."
*+*+*+*
Willow had been the one to faint. Buffy stared in shock at him, her mouth opened.
Spike reached up and pushed her jaw shut. "Blink, luv."
Buffy blinked.
The next few hours they spent arguing about how vampires couldn't reproduce, how Buffy wanted a daughter, how to wake Willow, how to tell the others, and what will they do.
By that evening, everyone knew. They had called Giles, and luckily, he was there. He stammered for an answer. Buffy had come back wrong, Buffy was with Spike, Buffy was pregnant. He told him he needed to call them back.
The next morning was the worst. Spike had decided to spend the night again, not daring to ask Buffy in case she rejected him. She didn't seem to protest as he climbed into bed next to her. The morning was the worst. Spike had been sleeping peacefully, the first real sleep he got since Buffy. He found her screaming in the bathroom.
"What's wrong, pet?" One glance told him. Buffy's pregnancy showed. One night and already her stomach bulged through her nightgown. The baby had grown.
*+*+*+*
Dawn had been the happiest. While Buffy and Spike were happy, Buffy was more freaked and pissed. Spike couldn't explain to her how she got pregnant. He didn't know himself. But he knew when she was pregnant.
Friday afternoon, Dawn came back from school to the Magic Box. Willow was studying there, trying to explain the vampire theory.
"Hey Dawny." She greeted her.
"Hey Will. Found anything yet?"
"Nope. All it says is vamps can't produce. It's just not the way it works."
"Well, I'm going to eat something.'
"Haha, ok. Always thinking about your stomach. Turning into Spike."
"That's not true!" She laughed off. Dawn was secretly pleased. She liked Spike.
Minutes later, the sister herself came down the stairs. Willow and Dawn stared at her in silence as Buffy's bulging stomach appeared through her shirt. She realized she hadn't told them about the baby's supernatural super-speed growth. It took a while to explain. That had been 2 days ago.
Dawn was discussing movies with the others when she heard it.
Buffy broke down, collapsing on the steps of the Magic Box. It was time. She just knew it. Her slayer sense told her. The others rushed to her aid, asking her questions she couldn't hear, holding out hands she couldn't see.
Spike.
Where was he?
Oh, my god, she needed him. Buffy felt his hand take hers, and rest another on her belly.
15 minutes later, her nameless daughter was born. A girl. A daughter. An abnormal daughter. All hers.
Everyone was silent. The baby did not whine or cry or fuss. It was silent except for its breathing. She moved her large purple-blue eyes, staring up at her mother who cradled her in her arms.
The eyes blinked.
Buffy choked back tears. Her daughter.
"Kyirra." The name pounced from her lips. "Kyirra." She said again.
She didn't know what it meant. She didn't know where it came from. She just knew it was her daughter
A/N: Wow, this chapter was fast! Ok, now I need your help. Should Dru came back or not??? Pwease R+R^^
By Kalika-Chan
A/N: This is the first chapter of Midnight's Child. I don't own anyone of the characters except for Kyirra. Chapter One takes place two weeks before Day One, where Buffy finds out she's pregnant.
Chapter One— Two Weeks before— Darkness Before Dawn
The morning air left a cool breeze on Buffy's cheek. The curtains lifted and woke her up. She felt another body stirring beside her. Spike. Why was he here?
Her skin shivered when she heard him sigh. Oh, right. Last night. Spike had waited for her as usual after patrol. Once, again, they got into a fight, then shagged a bit before daylight. This time, they had returned to Buffy's house. She didn't like it. Not the sex part, but the part where she punches him silly and then straddles him the next. Buffy didn't know how long she could keep this up. He was bound to talk sometime. But sometime wasn't now.
One day, Spike would get up, clear his head and realize what she's doing to him. Twisting his heart, letting him touch, but not love, which he had so desperately wanted. Spike stood beside her through thick and thin, but how much can a person take?
Thinking hurt her head.
She groaned at the thought of getting up. After last night, she just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, Spike had the same idea. He took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air, then whispered her name softly. She was disgusted, it was Spike after all. But she knew she needed him. He was the only one who made her feel, who set her inner Buffy on fire.
"Hmmm?"
Spike didn't answer, but instead, reaching over and gently started rubbing her back with his hand. It was awfully comforting, Buffy hated to admit it. They stayed like that for a few minutes. She felt totally at peace.
"Do we have to get up?" She murmured.
"'fraid so, luv."
Buffy didn't want to move. Her mouth felt incredibly dry. She heard Spike slid off the bed next to her. Buffy closed her eyes again, hoping to get more rest.
"C'mon, Summers. Bright morning start." With that, Spike disappeared downstairs. Buffy moaned and turned over.
She found Spike in the kitchen, sitting on the table again. He was feeding out of a blood packet, his vamp face plastered on. He stopped when he saw her, and put down the blood, his human mask returning. Spike cleared his throat and quietly greeted his lover. Buffy could practically hear her heart breaking for him. He was trying so hard to be good for her.
"It's ok, Spike. It doesn't really bother me. Anymore."
She watched as he grinned at her, then continued where he left off. Buffy started making breakfast for her and Dawn. She remembered she had school today, but she wasn't feeling her best.
Dawn came bounding down the stairs before Buffy could go and wake her. She wasn't that surprised to find Spike in the kitchen, leaning over with his mouth attached to her sister's neck. Somehow, she knew he wasn't biting her by the expression on the slayer's face.
Dawn felt she shouldn't intrude, but she wanted breakfast and Spike was still nibbling away. She pursed her lips together, trying to speak.
"HEY SPIKE!"
Spike almost tumbled backwards in shock. Buffy's eyes darted opened and stared at her sister, then the Spike who was mumbling like an idiot. Oh, well. He always was an idiot.
"Morning, Niblet. Uhh…I was just helping your sister with…something…that she…needed." He didn't blush, vampires couldn't blush, but Dawn sensed his embarrassment. After all, he wasn't exactly lying.
Dawn thought this was the time to tell the two. Buffy stammered for something to support Spike.
"It's ok, I know you're sleeping with my sister. Don't worry about it."
Dawn looked from Buffy to her beau. Maybe beau was too strong of a word. For Pete's sake, her sister hated the guy, yet she was sleeping with him. Somehow, she knew Buffy didn't really hate Spike.
Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She folded her hands and tried to comfort Dawn.
"Do the others know?" Spike asked, saving Buffy from speaking. Dawn watched as he lifted the flask to his lips before answering.
She shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I think Willow is starting to catch on."
Buffy's voice came out nervously. "H-how'd you find out? I-I mean-" She shoot a glance at Spike, glaring at him. 'I didn't tell her', he mouthed. Spike gave her an innocent look.
Dawn shrugged again. " I don't know. Noises, I guess. Plus finding Spike here more than usual kinda struck me."
"Ok, Dawny, just try to keep it a secret. For now, ok?" Buffy spoke, twisting her hands together, trying to inch away from Spike.
"Ok. Whatever. I mean, its not like it's a big deal or anything. It was just bound to happen. Boy, Buffy, have you got it bad." Dawn grinned, pulled out an apple and walked out. Buffy sighed and turned back towards Spike. He was grinning again.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh, Buffy. You really got it bad." He said, smirking, and wiping the blood away.
"You're a pig, Spike."
*+*+*+*
Buffy moaned again. All day she had been feeling sick. She canceled school, and just her luck, Spike had decided to stay. He couldn't go out anyway, it was daylight. Buffy told him to go burn himself, but he really didn't want to. He kept insisting her to go to a doctor for am examination. She persisted. Buffy never listened. She never reasoned. She always got her way.
"Luv, I hate seeing you like this."
"Then go."
"I can't."
"Why not."
"It's bloody daylight, that's way."
Buffy took a nearby blanket from her resting position on the couch and threw it at him.
"You're suffering."
"Damn, you're right."
"Buffy."
She hesitated. He almost never used her real name. It was slayer, Summers, pet, luv, or any other little names he could think of in bed.
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
"You've got it bad."
"Spike, I'm serious!"
"I am too!"
"That isn't why I'm feeling so crappy!"
"Then why?!"
Buffy signed. "I don't know, Spike."
He almost told her he knew.
She slept the whole day on the sofa. Eventually, Willow came by after school.
She had heard. "Hey, Buffy." She paused, a little shocked to find Spike sitting next to the sleeping form of Buffy. "Spike."
"Red."
"Buffy, you ok?"
"No."
"Oh. Well. Here, I've got just the time. Give me five minutes and I'll have it whipped up." Will got up and went to the kitchen.
She came back to find Buffy in the same position, but Spike pacing back and forth in front of her. She pretended not to notice.
"Hey, Will." Buffy said, starting to sit up. Her voice came out hoarse. Spike reached down and caught her hand Buffy wasn't protesting. Willow set the mug of her healing potion down.
"I'm ok." Buffy said after a moment of silence. She glanced up at Spike's concerned face. He responded by rubbing the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb. Willow watched the two.
"Is there something I should know?"
Spike stayed silent, not knowing whether she wanted him to tell Will about them or not.
Buffy sighed. "W-we're, me and Spike, are…together. Like, umm…"
"Oh. Right. I-I could guess." Willow chuckled lightly and sat down.
"I'm ok." Buffy said again without being asked. She had let go of Spike's hand and cradled her head in her arms. She felt like splitting.
Spike was silent. He knew what was going on. He knew what was happening. He also knew it was his, but that was clearly impossible, yet it was happening. The blonde vampire was reluctant to tell his slayer what he knew, in fear she wouldn't accept it. His lip curled in frustration and he wrapped an arm around the pained Buffy. She sighed and leaned against him. Spike knew he was overprotecting her. But Buffy didn't seem to mind. In fact, she wanted him to protect her, to save her, and to guide her, just as Giles did. But Giles left so now she had to hide behind Spike.
"Buffy, the potion will make you feel better." Willow held it out to her.
"No it won't." Spike stood and took it away from Buffy's grasp.
"What?" Buffy asked, confused. She had thought Spike really cared for her. A moment of panic passed.
"I said that won't help." He repeated, looking at Buffy, his eyes shining softly.
Buffy was even more confused. "Spike, what are you talking about?" Her eyes furrowed.
He sat down and gently took her hands in his hands.
"You're pregnant, luv."
*+*+*+*
Willow had been the one to faint. Buffy stared in shock at him, her mouth opened.
Spike reached up and pushed her jaw shut. "Blink, luv."
Buffy blinked.
The next few hours they spent arguing about how vampires couldn't reproduce, how Buffy wanted a daughter, how to wake Willow, how to tell the others, and what will they do.
By that evening, everyone knew. They had called Giles, and luckily, he was there. He stammered for an answer. Buffy had come back wrong, Buffy was with Spike, Buffy was pregnant. He told him he needed to call them back.
The next morning was the worst. Spike had decided to spend the night again, not daring to ask Buffy in case she rejected him. She didn't seem to protest as he climbed into bed next to her. The morning was the worst. Spike had been sleeping peacefully, the first real sleep he got since Buffy. He found her screaming in the bathroom.
"What's wrong, pet?" One glance told him. Buffy's pregnancy showed. One night and already her stomach bulged through her nightgown. The baby had grown.
*+*+*+*
Dawn had been the happiest. While Buffy and Spike were happy, Buffy was more freaked and pissed. Spike couldn't explain to her how she got pregnant. He didn't know himself. But he knew when she was pregnant.
Friday afternoon, Dawn came back from school to the Magic Box. Willow was studying there, trying to explain the vampire theory.
"Hey Dawny." She greeted her.
"Hey Will. Found anything yet?"
"Nope. All it says is vamps can't produce. It's just not the way it works."
"Well, I'm going to eat something.'
"Haha, ok. Always thinking about your stomach. Turning into Spike."
"That's not true!" She laughed off. Dawn was secretly pleased. She liked Spike.
Minutes later, the sister herself came down the stairs. Willow and Dawn stared at her in silence as Buffy's bulging stomach appeared through her shirt. She realized she hadn't told them about the baby's supernatural super-speed growth. It took a while to explain. That had been 2 days ago.
Dawn was discussing movies with the others when she heard it.
Buffy broke down, collapsing on the steps of the Magic Box. It was time. She just knew it. Her slayer sense told her. The others rushed to her aid, asking her questions she couldn't hear, holding out hands she couldn't see.
Spike.
Where was he?
Oh, my god, she needed him. Buffy felt his hand take hers, and rest another on her belly.
15 minutes later, her nameless daughter was born. A girl. A daughter. An abnormal daughter. All hers.
Everyone was silent. The baby did not whine or cry or fuss. It was silent except for its breathing. She moved her large purple-blue eyes, staring up at her mother who cradled her in her arms.
The eyes blinked.
Buffy choked back tears. Her daughter.
"Kyirra." The name pounced from her lips. "Kyirra." She said again.
She didn't know what it meant. She didn't know where it came from. She just knew it was her daughter
A/N: Wow, this chapter was fast! Ok, now I need your help. Should Dru came back or not??? Pwease R+R^^