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Catching Me
Chapter Two:
Catching Devotion
New England
Boston, Massachusetts
June 25, 1923
Walking into the dressing room, Blair dropped the articles of clothing into the seat and stared at herself in the mirror. All she saw was herself, her blood shot eyes, and bags under those eyes. She saw an exhausted young woman who was trying desperately to work two jobs to afford to live.
She also saw a scared young woman afraid to go home. Her father would be furious to find out how long she stayed out at night, regardless of her Accounting job she had to go to every morning. Even worse, he'd be completely livid if he found out what kind of second job she took. Three nights in a row she'd been forced to strip for money to accumulate enough to supplement her now part time job of bookkeeping. Damn her father for deciding to leave the beautiful isles of Eire, her home of Ireland, to find work here.
Her father was a drinker too, and would get very mean when he found out his daughter was doing something to dishonor the family. To him there was no distinction between stripper and whore. In his eyes that's all she'd be and this time the beating may cost her, her life. ..
Something else nagged at her though, three nights in a row she had seen the same man in the crowd staring at her. There had been something in his eyes that drew her in and refused to let her go. And then there was the woman who was found dead behind the speakeasy, her neck looked as though it had been savaged by a dog and she knew…
Moving away from the chair in front of the vanity the strippers used to ready themselves, Blair moved toward the table that held the whiskey and tumblers. She poured herself a healthy shot, straight up, and downed it in one swallow. She grimaced as the liquid burned a path of fire down her throat, allowing it to steady her. This was why she preferred her whisky straight up.
Her back still to the door, she poured another glass before speaking, "why don ye come out now, ye've been hidin' long 'nough." She picked up the glass and turned to her guest, who was never reflected in the glass she'd been staring at only a moment ago.
Spike moved away from the corner he had been hiding, just behind the open door, waiting for his prey. "Smart one, you are luv." He came to stand in front of her, where they were just in front of the mirror over the vanity. She was reflected, he was not.
"I know what ye are, don't take a bloody rocket scientist to figure tha' out after the 'animal attack' two nights ago." Blair raised her glass a moment, "drink?"
"Since your offerin', luv…" Spike said as she turned to go back to the crystal decanter of whisky. Just as she reached the small table Spike was up against her back, pushing her red hair out of the way of her neck. "Shall I just take then, since you offered so sweetly? Y' know wot I am, y' should know to not turn yur back on me luv."
Blair paused in pouring the whisky, controlling the shivers her body seemed so adamant on expressing. Blair was always one to enjoy danger, and she was in the most dangerous situation of her life right now. "I know wot ye are, but tha' don' mean I'll show fear… Fear of death, fer it hangs over ye like a cloud waitin' to suffocate any who get close."
Spike gripped her shoulders, spinning her so quickly around the glass was flung from her hand and crashed against the floor with a loud smashing sound; the whisky lay wasted on the floor. Spike shoved her against the wall nearest to them and she looked up into the face of death unafraid. She had faced death so many times in the form of her father, this incarnation of it scared her no more than that. "Y' don't fear me… y' look at me with admiration, why?"
"Why no'? Yer strong, capable of doin' things I've only dreamed. Ye have the strength t' punish those who dare consider themselves so high in the food chain they needn't fear retribution…" Blair spoke calmly, softly, afraid that this vision may pass her by. Having always been attracted to the strange and macabre she found herself lured into this beast's presence and scared not by the prospect of death, only that it might be everlasting.
"Vampires aren't in the business of helpin' people, luv." Spike said as he stroked the soft hair that hung off her head, testing to see if it was as silken as he imagined. He wound a few strands around his claw, enjoying how the locks formed soft curls about her head with little more coaxing than that.
"I wasn't suggestin' ye were, I was suggestin' ye were the type of beast t' put those so arrogant t' assume their position in their real places." She stood there, allowing this vampire to play with her. "Ye'll drain me anyways, I know tha'. I've one request before ye do."
"An wot would that be?" Spike asked, amused this girl would think he'd just drain her after stalking her for three days. He didn't spend that much time on his food.
"Turn me into what ye are." Blair said firmly, without even a quiver in her voice.
Spike was taken aback, no one had ever asked to be turned. They always had screamed in fear of him and even begged until he had taken so much blood that they became lethargic and uncaring of what happened. "Y' sound determined luv, far be it from me t' deny you such a thing."
Before she could reply Spike dove in, driving his needle like fangs into her neck and began the process of draining her of all her blood. It was sweeter than he thought. The thick red fluid flowed from her veins quickly to fill him. The blood tasted like thick red syrup to him, like the kind mum use to pour over his pancakes.
So lost in the taste of her he almost forgot the vital part about turning a childe. Hopefully this went better than when he turned his mum. He looked to the ceiling, as if praying to the stars Dru said sung songs to her, and begged that this work.
Spike ran a claw across the hollow of his neck, causing blood to bead and drip from his still veins. He removed his fangs from her neck and then pressed her lips to the spot where blood flowed the most freely, "drink, drink for me poppet." That was the first time he ever used the endearment, and she was the only one he'd ever truly use it for again.
Blair's lips worked at the wound slowly, sucking in all the blood she could get. It tasted so sweet to her. The gnawing hunger that now hung in her bowls sated by the taste of sire's blood. Just before her heart stopped pumping she knew peace, knew what it was like to trust fully in the person she was with. The blood began to take hold, bringing death ever nearer. Only the sweet release the grim reaper provided would signal her first decent into hell.
As the world around her went dark she saw the handsome face of Spike AKA: William the Bloody, her new sire. Growing limp in his arms all her human strength left her, the last throws of death setting in. In the end, the last thing she knew was raw power…
***Present day***
A knock at the door interrupted him from his internal musings. Blair was probably dead by now which meant he now owned the newest rising company in corporate America. His master would be pleased, owning such a growing company as this. He doubted he'd be able to find a company as powerful as that his brothers who founded Wolfram & Hart in Los Angelus.
From what he understood, they were planning to bring a new hell age on under their master's nose and run it themselves. He wasn't stupid enough to try to get in on that, perhaps when their master found out and got rid of them he could take over Wolfram & Hart?
Remembering the knock at the door, no doubt one of the measly minions he'd won earlier in the night from his adversary. "Come," he barked to the door. He looked at himself in the mirror again, smoothing back his hair a bit where it had become ruffled.
A vampire minion came in, clad in a suit and tie and a rather terrified look on his face. "Master Balthazar, I've come to report on the minions who…disposed of former Mistress Blair."
"Yes, make it quick I am a very busy demon." Balthazar growled as he moved away. Balthazar, one of Lucifer's inner circle demons, looked like any human. Of course, that is if any human had red pupils in his eyes. It was a dead giveaway that he wasn't human. Of course that and anyone who possessed true sight to see his demon form beneath the masks he wore. Balthazar looked like any regular businessman whose agenda included bringing hell to earth.
Even though Balthazar seemed to only be pacing his office – newly acquired office that use to belong to Blair – and meticulously grooming himself in the mirrors off to the side. Honestly, the reasons why Blair kept such things in her office was asinine, she was a vampire without reflection. Perhaps it was her sick sense of humor that did it. Regardless, it wasn't the place of the minion to call Balthazar a liar.
"The minions have returned from their task, however there was a snag." The minion, Thomas he thought his name was, reported.
Balthazar froze, could these minions do nothing right? "What kind of snag?" Balthazar spat the last word, and the minion cringed and backed up properly.
"It turns out when they went to dump her in the river there were witnesses on the bridge. Two men, the minions reported that one smelled like a vampire and the other smelled like an animal demon of some kind. Upon further inspection one minion recognized the other vampire as William the Bloody, AKA: Spike, Blair's honored sire." The minion got out as fast as he could. All the while, Balthazar becoming more and more agitated from the news.
"Did they manage to throw her into the river then?" Balthazar hissed.
"N-no, they did not. They attempted to toss her but she awoke briefly and put up a struggle. She landed short of the railing and by that time the two on the bridge were already moving toward them. T-they did not relish coming face to face with an enraged William th-." Before the minion could finish his sentence Balthazar was on him, pining him to the wall by his throat.
"Can none of you minions do anything right!" Balthazar seethed as he gripped the neck in his fist tighter and tighter until, just like a pimple, it popped off and the vampire fell to ash on the floor.
His anger momentarily placated, Balthazar moved to Blair's – his desk and pushed a button on an intercom device, "Dalton, come clean up the vampire ash in my office would you? Oh, and send a few minions to keep an eye on William the Bloody. Chances are they are not far from the bridge those minions were sent to, to dispose of Blair. Make sure they report back any chances in the situation"
"Yes, Master Balthazar." A female voice on the other end of the intercom said. A few moments later, a female minion came and removed the ash from Balthazar's office. It cause difficult because the gray ash that was the remains of the hapless vampire Balthazar had just dusted blended in with the gray carpet lining the office.
Balthazar looked out the huge picture windows to the city of Hartford below. Even so late at night it appeared busy, lights on all over the city. "I don't see Spike's appearance here as a set back. On the contrary, he will get to see me take down his favored childe when I finally finish her off once and for all. Perhaps I will get lucky and he'll run crying to his sire, Angelus. I would relish the opportunity to take down the entire line, especially Angelus who is currently CEO of Wolfram & Hart LA. They would be set back to lose their souled champion. From what I understand my brothers are counting heavily on him and their master plan. Pity, their arrogance shall be their downfall."
Balthazar's intercom beeped to life, "Master Balthazar, your 12 o'clock appointment has arrived"
Balthazar paused in his musings and clicked the small round button on the intercom box, "thank you, Dalton. Send him in. And clear my schedule for the next few days. I have some matters that need to be tended to and I will be indisposed until they are taken care of."
"Yes, Master Balthazar," the intercom switched off and Balthazar stood waiting while a man walked into his office. This man had on a pure black suit with a white handkerchief hanging out of the pocket. His shoes were top of the line and when he lifted his foot there was a snake symbol embossed in each sole. The cane he used had a crystal skull on top with crystallized drops of blood in the eye sockets.
Balthazar turned as he sensed the evil being in his presence, and smiled a most charming smile, "master."
(***)
Blair came out of the bathroom freshly showered and feeling better about herself. The majority of her injuries had already begun to heal but not as fast as she would have liked. She needed to feed soon or she would be no better off than she was before.
Both men she had left were setting on the bed waiting. Xander cross-legged in the middle of the bed while Spike sat on the edge, duster over a chair near by, and with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Now if that wasn't a sexy sight…Blair sighed. Right, Balthazar first then she could try to rape Spike. Of course, she pondered, you can't rape the willing.
"Tell me, poppet, whatever happened to those three books you use to carry with you? I recall you carryin' them with you wherever you went." Spike said as he put out his cigarette, having seen Blair exit the bathroom. Thankfully, Xander observed, she had one of the large towels wrapped around herself.
"They are back at my flat, of course. I don't carry them with me everywhere anymore. I have them hidden away." She said as she came into the room. Spike stood and offered her a pair of his clothes for her to put on.
Xander groaned when she dropped the towel and took the clothes, she just had to drop it didn't she! Spike smirked looking over at Xander, the boy still very much liked boobies as much as he did, that much was obvious. "Somethin' wrong over there, pet?"
"Not at all, please continue." Xander said, shutting his eyes and rolling over to hide his erection. One vampire with a modesty deficiency was bad enough; two of them were going to be his death.
Blair could only smirk as she sat the clothes on the bed and picked the pants up. She was going to pull them on when she paused, "on second thought, I better put my underwear back on no mater how blood stained they are. I know you go commando." She poked Spike's arm on her way by and the blonde vampire rubbed at the spot.
"Oi, they're clean they are! 'Sides, what use are knickers when they just get in the way, yeah? I never heard you complain before." Spike watched his childe pick though the tattered remains of her clothes and pick up the underwear she wore. The sight of which made Spike grow hard, black lace was his favorite to see on her.
"I never complained because at the time I was trying to get to your dick and suck your brains out." She stepped into the underwear and pulled them up. Finally picking up the black jeans she slipped them on and then accepted the belt he offered here, the damn things were threatening to fall at the drop of a hat. On second thought, perhaps Spike shouldn't have given her the belt.
Always the punk, Blair slipped the belt though the loops so that the belt buckle was off to the side instead of right in the middle. She pulled the black shirt on quickly and tucked it into the waist band of the pants before cinching the belt. Spike watched as she put a foot up on a nearby chair to start rolling up the ends of the pant legs, so they wouldn't drag on the ground. She was a good 5-6 inches shorter than he was. "You always were so thoughtful, poppet. Even brought Dru off with your talented mouth after she started to pout."
"The whole point of starting the oral sex was to show you how good I was, I knew all your buttons." She gave him an evil glare while saying that, trying to show Spike how much she had tried to show he should be proud of her. Even now, if he ordered it, she'd drop to her knees and suck him off. Not that she'd ever tell him that or that she enjoyed it.
Spike stalked over toward her, coming up behind her, and pressing his crotch against her lovely backside. She froze as he leaned over and growled in her ear, "you did know all my buttons, poppet. I knew all yours too. Your screams were music to my ears an Dru loved to dance to that music."
Blair couldn't control the shiver that begun at the base of her skull and traveled its way down the base of her spine. This is what her sire always did to her, always reduced her to. Would it be possible that she'd finally have the chance to spend time with him? The boy on the bed who was currently hiding the erection she could tolerate, he was cute and probably fun to play with.
The first smell of blood hit her and it took all her control and will to keep herself still as her sire spoke. Spike drew a claw across the hollow of his throat, just like the night he turned her, and spoke in a low voice. "Drink, drink for me poppet. You're weakened, you need the strength. C'mear poppet, sire's got wot you need."
Blair spun around, her eyes locking on the trickle of blood coming from Spike's throat. She darted forward and licked the trickle that had escaped, latching her mouth onto the cut. She whimpered at the first taste of sire blood in so very long.
Spike's hands came up; one holding onto her back, the other lacing though her hair. "Thought I'd tell you, poppet, the chip in m'head is no longer a problem."
Blair paused in her drinking and looked up at the other vampire confused, "since when?" Watching her pink tongue dart out to catch the few drops of blood clinging to her lips served to only arouse Spike further. Having his childe feed from him again was something else.
"Just before we came here, had a demon fry it for me. I am chip free." Spike said then pushed Blair's head back to his neck, urging her to drink.
She obliged, latching her lips back onto the cut in his throat and drank. While she did, Spike leaned in and began to lick at the wound where her eyebrow piercing had once been. A comforting gesture that had Blair whimpering a little, taking comfort in her sire.
They would have probably progressed further than just blood letting if Xander had not sat up and broke them apart, "come on guys, let's keep the clothes on yeah! I mean, I am so for the group orgy cause right now I'm hornier than I've been in a while and for a guy living with William the Bloody that's saying something. Besides, we have other stuff to think about!"
Both vampire looked at him and for a moment he had that feeling of the last piece of meat at an all you can eat buffet. He swallowed a bit, they wouldn't just attack him like that, he was safe…right? However, all the vampires did was raise an eyebrow at him. Spike was the first to speak, "Droopy's right." Xander groaned at the hated nickname.
Blair only nodded,"yes, we should head back to my apartment. I have some weapons there we can use and I need to get to those books."
Spike raised an eyebrow at that, what was in those books that was so important that she carry them with her? Whatever it was, it had to be important. His childe could be called insane at times, and absolutely evil at others, a fact he was most proud of. However, there was on thing she could not be called and that was stupid.
Blair picked up her jacket and smelled it. Her nose wrinkled at the smell and just tossed it in the garbage. She could get another. She jumped as she felt Spike drape his trench coat around her shoulders. She looked up at the vampire curiously and he shrugged, "damage it an I kick yer arse."
Blair mock smiled looking up at him, "awe, I love you too Spikey."
Spike growled, "piss off."
Xander had risen from the bed as well now and followed the two vampires out. He grabbed his own bag of things they had put together, just in case they needed to make a hasty exit. Having those packed in the back he noticed Blair eyeing the car. "What happened to the DeSoto?" She asked casually. Or at least he could tell she attempted for casual.
"It's gone, of course. This is Xander's." Spike said as he got into the driver's seat. She instantly claimed the front passenger seat so that left Xander stuck in the back. He sighed; that's okay, he'd deal. That's what he was, the Xan-Man. Dealer of great crisis. Not that he delt in crisis, he delt with it. Ah, whatever.
"Xaaannnderr… That's an interesting name, short for Alexander is it?" She asked, and Xander felt the gaze of that hungry beast on him. Why was he no comforted by Spike's presence in the car?
"Poppet," Spike warned, "you leave him alone now. Been though a lot, the boy an I 'ave. So, sit down, shut up, an point me in the direction of your flat."
Blair rolled her eyes; Spike was such a party pooper. "Head across the river again, I've got a flat above a shop just across the river." Spike nodded and started to pull out. Blair once again turned to look back at the boy in the back seat, "you really should use your full name Alexander. It's such a good name defender of men. A very strong name, just like-"
"Blair," Spike growled warningly.
"-William." Blair finished with a grin in Spike's direction. "Name of a great literary writer, its old German for 'determined protector' as well. It is a good name and one you should be proud of." She poked Spike's shoulder as she spoke.
Xander leaned forward between the seats; that wasn't something he knew about Spike's real name. "She's right, William is a good name. Determined protector does fit you, Spike."
"Sod off, both of you!" Spike growled as he pulled a rather ugly turn off the bridge onto Main St. He began muttering about being ganged up on by two lovers that were supposed to be on his side.
Blair giggled softly; she loved to get Spike riled up like this. He was cute when he got angry like that. Besides, she wasn't lying. William was a very good name, a very strong name. So was Alexander. She could see how both men in the car with her hid behind titles and fleeting names to protect themselves. She couldn't help but see herself sticking with these two for some time.
As they entered her flat above the tattoo parlor - that was an interesting discovery – Blair growled when she smelled other scents in the apartment. They were all stale, so her growl was of anger not of warning. Her and Spike didn't need to turn on the lights to see the carnage that was left of her home. However, flipping on the lights illuminated the ransacked state of the rooms. "Those bastards couldn't leave well enough alone." Blair began picking her way through the destruction.
"Wotever they were lookin for they must've found." Spike mentioned as he went over to a pretty trashed stereo system. Obviously it wasn't as trashed as he thought as it started up and Green Day began to play. Well, least she still had good taste in music.
"No they didn't," Blair came back into the room, three small books in her hand. She held them up, "they were looking for these, and they didn't find them." Blair grabbed up a duffle bag and stuffed them inside then began to go around and salvage anything she wanted to actually keep.
While she did that, Spike found the place she kept her shiny weapons. He opened the cabinet and whistled, "fuck, poppet. What were you doin, stockin up for the apocalypse?" Spike's eyes raked over the various swords, axes, crossbows, and other weapons that she had stored in the cabinet.
Blair shrugged, "something like that," she said as she found the remote to her stereo system. She flicked a few buttons and Horseshoes and Hand Grenades began to play. She smirked and nodded, "take whatever you want, I don't give a shit."
Spike hefted a double bladed axe, testing its weight. He sat that to the side and continued to look though the cabinet. Blair came in to see what weapons she'd take as well. When Spike looked up he noticed her eyebrow had finally healed with a scar. A very similar scar to his, and he reached up to run a thumb over it. "No doubt who's childe you are now."
Blair laid her head in his hand, her body language showing how relaxed she was in his presence and especially when he touched her. "I missed your touch," she muttered as she brought her hand up to lay over his larger one still on her cheek.
Spike smiled, letting her have the moment before bringing something up. "I think we had better give Angel a call, from what I hear the poof is CEO of corporate evil. I'm sure he can give us some assi-"
"NO!" Both Xander and Spike looked at her curiously then, "I mean, there's no need of that. I can handle Balthazar myself. It's just a matter of getting him one on one and then kicking his ass. He likes to hide behind his minions."
Spike frowned at that, there was something about Angel that had always set Blair off and he was going to get to the bottom of it. "Poppet, why do you hate Angel so much?"
"I don't want to talk about that," and just like that she shut him out. Blair turned, picking up a sword of considerable weight and laid it on her shoulder. She headed for the door when Spike's hand reached out and grabbed her elbow.
She spun around, dropping the sword at the same time, and glared at her sire as he spoke. "I want to know what is up between you an' the poof, now."
Blair yanked her elbow free, "I said I don't wana talk about that. He can go fuck himself."
Spike growled, he hated when Blair shut him out. Granted, she didn't shut him out about much, but this was the one thing she did. "I want to know now, poppet." Spike's voice edged on that of a sire command and he knew Blair wouldn't thank him if he used his sire voice.
"You wouldn't understand, Spike. It was a long, long time ago and I'd rather not drag it up." Blair muttered as she grabbed her sword again and went in search of anything else that she could slavage from the wreck that was her home.
"I'd understand if you'd explain it to me!" Spike followed her and grabbed her shoulder, making her spin around again. He grabbed her by both shoulders making her look into his eyes. Deep blue eyes she knew she could easily get lost in.
Blair growled at him, "I said I don't want to drag it up. In all our travels this is one that I am not going to tell you about."
Spike was sorely tempted to resort to using his sire voice, but instead decided to try and coax the answers out of her. "We've established it's something that happened between you an Angel, right?" She only nodded and he nodded in return, good they were getting somewhere. "When did it happen?"
"Twice," she hissed at him, deciding that she might as well placate him by giving him bits of information. "Once in the 1930's and again in 1976."
"The year before I took my second slayer?" Spike asked confused.
"Yeah, actually, I was on my way to New York to meet you, remember?" She could see the realization set in slowly, "it was the night of July 4th, hard for me to forget it."
Spike leaned in to look her in the eyes, "that night you called me an' asked me to meet you at the bridge just outside of Bridgeport?" Blair looked him in the eyes before slowly nodding her head. Spike cursed, he should have known that something queer was up when she called sounding scared out of her mind.
He turned when he heard her voice, sounding as scared as a little girl cornered by a hungry beast, "don't call Angel."
All the while, Xander was quiet. He had wondered into the room that the two vampires were now arguing in and something deep within him started to stir and claw wanting out. Someone was threatening his mate and he had better stand up and defend what was his.
Spike tilted his head a bit, something Blair always found sexy, and looked at her. What could have Angel done to make her fear him like that? He opened his mouth and drew breath to ask, but the words never left his mouth as he heard an animalistic snarl to his left. It suddenly made him think of Xander and wonder where the boy was, he'd become suddenly quiet during their little tiff.
Turning to see where the growl had come from they laid eyes on Xander who was hunched over in an attack ready position. It was Xander's eyes that drew their attention. Instead of the usual chocolate brown, the boy's eyes were a warm golden color. His lips were drawn back in a snarl, "Don't touch my mate!"
Neither vampire had time to react as Xander launched himself at Blair. The boy took her down and began to growl and bite at her neck, intent on ripping it out. Blair pushed both her hands into Xander's chest and pushed, getting him well away from her neck. "What the fuck is up with him, Spike!"
"I-I dunno, he's never done this before! At least, not as long as I've known him!" Spike said as he jumped on Xander's back and tried to pull him off of his childe. Xander growled and reared back, he bit at Spike's shoulder which made Spike reel back for a moment. Since when did Xander bite outside the bedroom? Spike decided he'd figure it out later, for now he had to subdue Xander and keep him from ripping Blair apart.
"I think he's possessed, Spike!" Blair called to her sire as she did her best to keep the boy from biting and ripping her neck apart. She liked her neck right where it was.
"Bloody fantastic, the boy really is a demon magnet!" Spike wrapped his arms around Xander in a headlock so the boy couldn't get his head around to bite him again. He pulled him off and stood there holding Xander, keeping him from attacking again. "Have you got anything to put him out with?"
Blair slowly got up, touching her throat to make sure it was still there, "you mean besides a right hook?"
"Yeah, besides that," he growled out at her. Spike wasn't letting her hit Xander for any reason. For all they knew this wasn't really his fault.
Blair ran to her bathroom where she kept sleeping potions in case she couldn't sleep at night. She grabbed one and figured only one dose should work, what with how powerful it was because she was a vampire and her vampiric healing would counteract most potions.
Coming back she looked at Spike, "get him to tilt his head back, I have a sleeping potion."
Spike snorted, "easy for you to say." Spike managed to tilt Xander's head back with a long pale hand on the boy's forehead. Before Xander had a chance to wiggle free Blair darted forward and poured the contents of the vial down Xander's throat. Spike, reading the boy's mind, clamped two fingers over his nose and forced his jaw shut. He let go when he heard Xander swallow, the boy choked having been forced to swallow something nasty.
It worked quickly, he had bent over to cough when the draught took hold and he fell to the floor. Spike was quick to pull the boy up and found the couch underneath all the debris and laid him down. "What the hell was that?" Blair asked.
"You tell me an we'll both know pet." Spike said as he watched Xander. The boy had not done that since he had known him, the only others who knew him before Spike came to Sunnydale were back in Sunnydale. Perhaps a phone call was in order.
"He called you his mate, and then attacked me thinking I was threatening you. Something has been itching at me since I woke up in your hotel room. I think the boy is possessed by an animal spirit, possibly K-9 in origin." Blair said as she came closer to investigate.
"You've seen this before, then?" Spike asked, crossing his arms.
"A couple times, actually, when I spent time in Japan during the first part of the 70's. They usually called the spirits into themselves, but there were a couple occasions that the possession was documented from birth. Of course it wouldn't be possession then." Blair thought about this while she gave Spike back his duster and went in search of her clothes to find something suitable for her. She could literally get lost in the folds of his duster; it was just too big for her.
Spike looked down at the boy sleeping on Blair's couch; the idea that Xander would attack whoever threatened him like that warmed him. However, what happened when Xander woke up and wanted to claim his mate?