Sorry it took so long to get back to this, wasn't sure where I wanted to go from where I left off.
Freddie
The honeymoon's over. We took the weekend to try and figure out what this all meant, and to try and figure out what, if anything we were going to tell Spencer and my mom. And it was all for naught. As Sam and I were getting ready to leave, so that we could come back after Spencer got home, and act like everything was normal, we all realized what time it was. 6 o'clock Sunday evening. Sundown . The time Spencer said he would be home from the retreat. We realized this mostly because that is when Spencer walked in.
"Oh, hello, what a surprise to see you he…. WHERE'S THE COUCH!?!" Spencer picked up one of the armrests where it had landed upon it's destruction, waving it around as his tirade continued. "I leave for 3 days and you destroy my couch? I mean, I know I let you guys get away with a lot, but… my couch….. it's…" He collapsed into a sitting position in the middle of the floor, his rage spent. I put my arm around him in a mock hug. " if it helps at all, it was my butt that got thrown through it."
He raised his head and coked it to the side. "Was Jackson Colt here?"
"Close enough…" I muttered under my breath, looking from Sam to Carly then back to Spencer.
"Seriously, guys. What happened?"
Carly looked nervously from Sam to me, then back at Sam, then at me again, then at Spencer. Sam shrugged, as if to say "well, it probably can't hurt anything…."
"Spencer, you may want to sit…." She laughed Oh, right…. Um, we need to talk."
"Is this about my couch?"
"Sort of…. Now shush. Freddie, pull up that info we found."
I opened my laptop and started the internet, then handed it to Spencer. He scanned over the site for a few seconds before laughing harshly.
"So some vampire hunting teen girl came in and threw Freddie through my couch? Okay, I may be gullible, but this is just…." He looked at Carly angrily. "Maybe I should have stopped you hanging with Sam when dad left you with me…. This is too much. You seriously.."
There was a knock at the door. Whoever it was sounded big, and angry.
"We don't want any." Spencer yelled from the floor.
"Seattle PD, open up."
"Oh….. Sam, what did you do this time?"
"Nothing, I swear."
"Okay. We will deal with this after I talk to the police."
Spencer stood and went to the door.
"What can I do for you, Officers?" Spencer deadpanned.
"We had a report of mysterious noises coming from your apartment from last night into this morning."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I actually just got home from a 'business trip'. I think my sister and her friends must have been having a party." He held up the broken armrest to illustrate.
"Must have been some party. Mind if I come in and ask the kids a few questions?"
"No, sir, come right in."
Sam, Carly, and I all realized the potential disaster here milliseconds before it happened. One of the "officers" leapt through the door, his face twisting into the now-familiar "vamp" and grabbed Spencer. "Where's the Slayer?"
"The what?… oh my God." realization dawned in Spencer's eyes.
"We know she came here. We sent her…."
"Okay I have no idea what you are talking about…."
Sam shot up "You made me kill my sister…"
The second officer strode in calmly "Twins. I thought you looked familiar. This changes the landscape a bit, doesn't it?" Then he started to grow. And get darker, and covered with what looked like armor.
"Hey, buster. She's not the only one!" Carly launched herself across the room at the vampire holding Spencer. Spencer's arm holding the broken end of the wooden armrest flailed out as Carly rushed at him, just at the right angle to hit the officer holding him when Carly crashed into them. His eyes went wide with surprise, and then he started burning. Spencer collapsed to the floor.
"They didn't say anything about two Slayers. How?.."
Then the proverbial poop hit the hypothetical propeller. ( A/N: Thank you to whoever came up with this.)
"Freddie Benson, get home RIGHT.… Robert?"
The giant angry demon guy spun around to face my mother standing in the doorway. "Marissa? I…… What are you doing here? And who is Freddie?"
"I am." I stood up.
"My son."
"SON? When did you?..."
"Mom, what is going on?"
"Robert, you need to leave. Freddie, we need to talk. You girls might as well come too."
