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Chapter Three: Surprise

For the next few weeks, Spike avoided me as much as possible. I'd gone to his crypt a couple of times, searching for him, but he was never there. And to top it all off, things between Angel and I weren't going so well. Not much had changed between us since the last time we'd been together. He still treated me like a child. Not only was I the slayer, but a vampire as well. Why couldn't he see that I was perfectly capable of taking care myself? I'd kicked his ass several times and won! I was growing tired quickly, of having to deal with his attitude. Spike was right about him. He was a brooding idiot.

"Go away Angel! I have homework to do!" I heard Dawn yell. That was another one of my problems. Dawn and Angel constantly bickered. The only time I got any relief was at night, or when Spike was here.

"I was just trying to help. You could be a little nicer, I do happen to know more than you do!" I heard a thump and then a loud growl. "What the hell is your problem?" I heard him yell. I shook my head and then walked into the living room seeing the two of them glaring at each other. Would it ever end?

"What is going on?" I asked. "Buffy, she threw a book at me! You need to control your sister!" I rolled my eyes at his childlike manner. Control my sister? Was he serious?

"Your such a tattle tale! I was trying to do my homework when he came in and snatched it out of my hands. I snatched it back and he was all, you could be a little nicer, I know more than you do! So I threw my math book and hit him in the face. If I wanted help, I'd ask Spike!" Angel growled loudly again and then walked out the back door, slamming it like an angry teenager. I wanted to be mad at both of them for acting so stupid, but I couldn't. I laughed at how immature he was being. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was fourteen or fifteen again.

"Well that was interesting." I heard a British voice say. I turned to see my Sire standing in the kitchen doorway. I felt my body turn to jell-o whenever his eyes met mine. I'd never seen a man look sexier. His hair was tousled with the ends curling up. His black jeans were accentuated with a dark blue shirt instead of his usual red or black, and he was missing his usual combat boots. He wore simple black boots that tied up in the front. I could feel the lust building deep within the pit of my stomach, and the craving for his blood that always came whenever he was around burning my throat. For the last couple of days, I'd wanted nothing else but his blood. Every other kind I'd tasted was stale. My mouth watered as he came closer. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes and I prayed I was the one he was coming for.

"You need to eat. I can feel your hunger pet." I nodded, not being able to form any words. "Dawn, can you go to your room for a little while? Spike and I need to talk." I heard her giggle, then head up the stairs. The energy around us was intense. I couldn't tell if he was feeling the same needs as I was. He was hiding his emotions better than I ever could.

"Why'd you send the bit to her room?" he asked, stepping around me to sit on the couch. I felt a quick blow to my ego. Did he not want me?

"We needed to talk." I answered, turning to face him. He eyed me curiously before nodding. How did I tell him that I wanted to feed from him, especially after the last time? What was I supposed to say or do? He was my Sire, and a certain level of respect was obvious from what Angel had said. He was trying to teach me rules of etiquette in the vampire world since he wouldn't allow me to spend more time with Spike.

"Since your being oddly quiet, I'll start the conversation. You and Peaches seem to be getting along pretty well." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, knowing he'd heard the whole conversation. I still couldn't understand how he was the only vampire that I couldn't expect coming. Even before I was turned, I couldn't tell he was around like I could with others.

"Oh yea, let me tell you how well that's been going for me. I'm so sick of being treated like a child." I groaned. He chuckled, "I could've told you he would. He can't see you as a woman. Bloody poofter still sees you as that little sixteen year old girl he fell for." I knew it was true, but I didn't want to acknowledge it. How had things between Angel and I turned out this way? Why couldn't he see me as a woman?

"I want to feed from you." I blurted out, desperately wanting to change the subject. We sat quiet for a moment before he stood up and started pacing. "You can't keep doing this slayer! You bloody well know how I feel about you…about you feeding from me. It's not right, especially since you and Angelus are still together." I nodded, feeling a little depressed and let down. My mouth was still watering for the taste of his blood. I wanted it, no…needed it.

"Spike, please. I need it." I couldn't believe that I was begging. At this point, I would've gotten on my hands and knees if it worked. Spike stepped closer, a look of pure lust crossing through those crystal blue eyes. I felt myself responding to him, becoming excited at the thought of my fangs in his neck while he thrust himself deep into my core. In one quick second, his demeanor changed and he backed up to the other couch to sit down. I started to object but heard the front door open and shut.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Angel ask. I growled low, feeling frustrated. He'd interrupted my feeding session. "I'm checking on my Childe, you know I do that every now and then. Part of the job description." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. I tried to hold in the giggles, but they fought there way out. It was to funny to hold in, and the expression on Angel's face was priceless. "Watch your mouth Spike, and Buffy, hurry up!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head at his arrogance. I hoped he didn't think I would listen. "Excuse me? I'll come up when I'm ready. I don't know what kind of power trip you're on, but it won't work with me. I do what I want, when I want. Goodnight." His nostrils flared and he bared his teeth, trying to scare me, but it only made me laugh. He didn't know whom he was messing with. He turned and stalked up the stairs, shutting his mouth. I wanted to scream in frustration at his ignorance. I couldn't believe that he even dared to try and tell me what to do! He was such an asshole!

"Something is off about him." I heard Spike say, pulling from my thoughts. "I didn't notice." I whispered, trying to control myself. "I don't know what it is, I can't put my finger on it." My throat started burning again as I watched the vein in his neck throbbing. That, mixed with his scent, was driving me crazy. He smelled like leather, cologne, and candy; which was very different from his usual scent.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the television to distract myself. I could feel my hands shaking and my mouth watering. My stomach was starting to ache and my throat was burning uncontrollably. I was almost to a breaking point and I could feel my demon taking over. I put my hand over my face to feel my face shift. This was not good.

"Pet, you don't look so good. Did you not eat?" He asked, coming to sit beside me. "Yes, I ate an hour ago. I don't know what's wrong. I just want…I want to feed from you so badly." I started. I inched closer, wanting to feel his skin on mine, and his rich blood in my mouth. "It's normal pet, it's been three or four weeks since you've fed from me. Come here love, go ahead and drink." I wanted to, but it was so much more that I wanted from him. I wanted to understand this feeling. Was it something that I'd felt for him before the turning or did it develop afterwards? Why did I want him to consume me?

As much as I wanted to resist and ask questions, I couldn't. I straddled his waist and sank my fangs deep into his neck. The minute his blood filled my mouth, I instantly felt better. The ache was going away and my throat wasn't burning. I still wanted him to take me, but, this would have to do for now. I ground my hips into his, hearing his surprised gasp, but he didn't react the way I'd hoped and I felt disappointed. I didn't understand.

I pulled my fangs from his neck, and went to move, but quickly changed my mind. Spike looked at me oddly, but I had to know. My curiosity was getting the best of me.

"Why do I crave you so much? It's not just your blood, its, other things too. I've never wanted you more than I do right now. All I can think about is feeling your lips kissing mine, your soft cool skin against mine. Is it because you're my Sire?" I asked. He looked away, clearly trying to avoid my gaze. I wondered wildly what he was thinking. Was he craving my blood and body the way I craved his?

"Its just the bond we have. It will fade in time." As usual, his feelings were hidden beneath those wretched eyes of his. I knew my eyes were the mirror to my soul. I wore my feelings on my sleeve ninety percent of the time, but Spike, he was different. I simply nodded in response, not saying anything, and then moved off his lap. He shot up and off the couch faster than I thought and headed towards the door. Why was he bolting so fast?

"Spike! Wait! What is going on?" I asked, grabbing his arm. "Let me go!" he growled. I stepped back, fearful. He'd never taken that tone with me before.

"Nothing is wrong pet, I have places to go and things to do. Tell the bit I said goodbye, oh, and watch out for Peaches. Something is up with him. He smells like human fear, sex, and blood." I gasped, not following when he walked out. I'd been to focused on Spike's blood to notice anything when Angel walked in, and I'd heard him in the shower while Spike and I were talking. If Spike was right, the smell was gone now. How could I have missed it?

I walked upstairs to see him sound asleep in my bed. I looked for the clothes he'd been wearing earlier to see if I could sense it, but they were gone. Why would he get rid of his clothes?

"Are you coming to bed?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I changed into my pajamas then crawled into bed with him. He pulled my face to his and crashed his lips to mine. I wanted to groan in disgust when a particular scent and taste filled my nose and mouth. Spike was right. I could smell fear and taste a different kind of blood. It wasn't animal, and it wasn't bagged. It was fresh; which didn't look good. What the hell was going on? Was Angelus back?

Elsewhere…

"I'm telling you Giles, something is wrong with that bloody idiot! He's turning back into Angelus. I smelt fear, blood, and sex on him. All three of those things combined aren't good. Watch what I say, tomorrow or Friday, a body is going to show up!" I argued. Giles wasn't listening nor was Buffy, but they would see either tomorrow or this weekend. I knew something was wrong with Angel, but he'd blinded all the scoobies. The only bad guy they saw was me.

"Spike, are you sure its not just your jealously over their new relationship?" Giles asked. I growled low, angry at his accusation. What he was so unaware of was that my Childe was in love with me. If I wanted the chit, I would've had her by now. All it took was one bite the night we made love and she could've been my mate.

"Jealous of that brooding poofter? You're off your rocker if you think that's true. I would never be jealous of him. Believe it or not, I know how Buffy feels about Angel and how she feels about me. I always come out on top. If you want to think Angel is good, just wait until he kills another one of your loved ones." I knew that would strike a cord with him because Angel had killed his ex-girlfriend Jenny. Unfortunately, I needed him to be angry, to think rational because that was the only way that he would see the real Angelus.

"Oh bloody hell! I let that go a long time ago Spike and I suggest you do the same!" I couldn't believe he was letting this go so easily. "Rupes, listen to me. If you will give me a few days, I can figure it out but I need your help. Angel knows that I can see through him." Giles stood still for a moment before taking his glasses off and cleaning them. I could see him contemplating my words. He had to know the severity of the situation before it was too late.

"If not for me, do it for Buffy. Do you really want her living with the psycho that tortured her the last time? He was sending black roses and trying to kill her friends. That's where he is now. That's exactly what he's going to do again, except this time, he could kill the bit." My last statement immediately caught his attention. He looked up, fear taking over his expression.

"Alright Spike, we'll help you. I'll call Xander, Willow, and Anya over tomorrow to talk. Make sure Buffy and Angel are occupied. Oh, and bring Dawn. I don't want her around him." I nodded and smiled at my victory. Whatever it was, Angel wasn't going to get away with it. My love for Buffy was going to ruin whatever plan he had going on because I was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

The next morning, all of the gang save Buffy and Angel were gathered around the table. Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn and I were searching through some old books while Anya was running the store. Most of them were quiet, Dawn, however was not. She was ranting about something else that Angel had done.

"…And it was so weird because all of a sudden he flipped out on Buffy! I've never seen him yell at her like that before. I mean, he totally like lost control. Plus his eyes were all yellow and red. It creeped me out really bad! I swear he's gone berserk or something!" She finished, finally going quiet. I slammed my fist down on the table, frustrated by this new information. Angel had flipped out on Buffy and I hadn't been there to protect her, but I hadn't sensed any fear or distress coming from her in the last few weeks. I was the worst Sire there was. I should've been able to feel something, but, without the emotional ties being between us, I guessed I wouldn't be able to feel much. She and I hadn't formed any bonds since Angel had taken her from me. I needed to form those before something happened to her that was out of my control.

"Spike, I believe I have found something." Giles said, coming to sit beside me. He set down a book of prophecies that he'd found in the very back of the stacks in the high school library. I looked down to see a prophecy written in Latin, but I could easily translate it…

By the night of the full moon during the fifth month in the year 2009

He will rise again and resurrect the princess of darkness.

Through the blood of the innocent, they will grow stronger.

Her dark magic tied with his dark soul, will swallow the world into hell.

Only by the joint forces of the Slayer and his Grandchilde will he be defeated.

The exchange of blood, along with the ties of the heart, mind, body, and soul

Will lead to the end of the dark priestess.

Two lost souls will have to be found together

And the light of these two souls will conquer the darkness of the blood.

"I haven't been able to interpret much but I do believe its talking about Angel." I read it over one more time before pushing it away. "It is." I agreed. He grabbed it and walked over to the chalkboard to write down a few notes. "Spike, who is the princess of darkness?" I felt my heart drop into my stomach. The vampire world had always called My Sire the Princess of Darkness. She was one with the forces of dark magic. She could do spells and incantations, along with see the future. Angelus had once told me she was connected to the goddess of magic and that was why he'd chosen her.

Buffy and I were going to have to be mated to defeat them from what the text said. I didn't want to tell the scoobies this because they wouldn't believe me. They would think I was just trying to get Buffy. I had to bide my time until Rupes and Willow figured it out. "The princess of darkness is Drusilla. I don't know what else the prophecy means, I'm going to leave that up to you to figure out." He nodded then turned back around to jot down some more notes.

"You're lying. You know what the prophecy means don't you?" Willow asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned my head sharply to see her looking at me through solid black eyes. It'd taken me a while to get used to her when she looked like that. I felt the rest of their eyes focused on me, and knew I'd been cornered. Red had seen straight through my façade.

"Spike?" I heard Giles ask as he walked back over to where I was sitting. "Oh bloody hell Red, couldn't you have kept your mouth shut? Even if I tell you all what the bleedin prophecy says, you won't believe me. The whelp will immediately think that I'm just trying to get Buffy. Once Rupes deciphers the prophecy, he can confirm what I already know, that way you'll believe me." She smiled and returned to the usual green-eyed look I was used to. I watched as Xander and Giles exchanged looks, and knew they were thinking if they could trust my judgment.

"Xander, Giles, if you even think that Spike would make up something this important then you are both stupid. He's saved our lives countless times. Now, Spike, what does it say and mean?" Frustrated and angry, I gave in. There was only so much I could do.

"The prophecy says that only by the joint forces of the Slayer and his Grandchilde will he be defeated. Then it goes on to say that the exchange of blood, along with the heart, mind, body, and soul is the key to the Dark Priestesses death. This means that Buffy and I have to join our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls to defeat them. These details, plus the exchange of blood means that we have to become mated in vampire and human terms." I saw the disbelief run through all of their eyes and it angered me. I could see the whelp thinking of ways to turn it around to where I was just trying to stalk Buffy in some way because I was obsessed with her.

"Mated?" Willow asked softly. She had a small smile on her face, which surprised me, along with the fact that the scoobies hadn't started attacking me yet. "Yes. Mated. The bonds of the heart, mind, body, and soul are key to vampire mating rituals. To get our souls back, we have to go through a trial that's long and difficult. It takes a week to do, and we'd have to go to Romania to do it. Only the Romany Gypsies have the power to do it." I explained. Giles took his glasses off and cleaned them again before he started pacing the room. This action didn't bode well.

"Spike, the prophecy says that the two lost souls will be found together. Buffy has her soul. Does this mean she will have to give up her soul?" I hadn't thought about that. I didn't figure in Buffy's soul because I wasn't used to Vampires other than Angel having theirs. "Yes. I guess it does." I feared what a soulless Buffy would do. She would loose all her thought processes and go for only what she wanted, which would be blood and sex from me considering that's what she had been craving.

"How can we reverse it? How can we tear Buffy's soul from her body that way?" Giles asked. I turned and locked gazes with Willow. She knew what I was going to ask of her. "We can't, I can. There is a spell in one of my books that could help with the current problem. It's actually the one I used to give Buffy her soul. All I have to do is change a few words in the incantation and it'll be done." I felt my heart grow heavy. As much as I wanted to be with Buffy, I didn't want to do it like this. I wanted her to choose me on her own.

"Spike, you have to be the one to tell her." I gasped at the suggestion. "Watcher, have you lost your bleedin mind? Buffy would never believe me!" He sat down in the chair across the table, "Willow will go with you to back up your story, but you're her Sire. From what I've read, that bond is practically unbreakable. She knows that you would never lie or endanger her. Plus she's going to need your support in this." I groaned inwardly but nodded. He was right. I'd have to support Buffy and watch her the whole time. Once she lost her soul, there was no telling how dangerous she would be.

"I just hope we know what we're doing." Xander commented, finally giving his opinion. "Xander, have a little faith." Anya encouraged, coming into the room. He crossed his arms across his chest, and nodded. I couldn't believe the whelp was actually cooperating. "Spike, what is this going to do to Buffy?" I heard Dawn ask quietly. I wanted to tell her that it wouldn't change her sister, or that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't. I didn't know how Buffy would act without her soul, or even if I'd be able to control her without having to use my power as her Sire.

"Dawn, she'll be a little stir crazy at first, but I won't let her do anything. I can control her, even if I have to command her to behave. We're going to do everything to make sure this works out like it's supposed to. Who knows, your sis may have her soul back within a weeks time." She nodded before coming over to hug me. Dawn was like my little sister, I hated that she had to worry about things like this.

I suddenly felt a strange pull, then a wave of distress run through my body. I knew it wasn't mine, so it had to be Buffy. Unfortunately, something was wrong.

"I have to go. Buffy is upset and is calling to me. Willow, lets go ahead and get this over with tonight. She might let us do the spell, I'm not so sure. Giles, we'll call you later to tell you what she says." He nodded in response. I sprinted up the stairs and out the back door of the library. Something must've been terribly wrong for me to feel this from her.

"Angel! Stop!" I yelled, trying to push him away. "Ever since you became Spike's Childe, you've been fawning over him and I'm sick of watching it. We finally get the chance to really be together and you mess it up!" I wrenched my arm free and slammed my first into his face, sending him flying across the room. I had no idea what his problem was, but Angel was acting out of character.

"Oh my god Angel! I'm not fawning over Spike! If you'd stop treating me like a child then maybe we could make it work! If you can't see, I'm a grown woman and clearly capable of taking care of myself! Not only am I the slayer, but also a vampire!" I yelled, frustrated. He got up and walked back over to where I was standing, not affected by my blow at all. He didn't make a move to touch me, but we were face to face glaring at each other. For some reason, I felt terrified. I'd never seen Angel act this way except for when he was Angelus, and that simple fact unnerved me.

"What is your problem anyway? You are acting really weird!" He growled and backed a few steps away, "You're my problem Buffy. I know you feel something for Spike! It's sad that you can't even see it. If you knew more about Vampires then you would understand. The thing is, he is nothing compared to me and you should be grateful for what I'm offering!" I burst into laughter. Grateful? I was more annoyed than grateful. He was nothing compared to Spike. Spike was a man and anyone could see that. Spike saw me for who I was. He didn't try to change who I was or what I wanted to be for his personal preferences.

"You're crazy! I can't believe you would even say things like that! Spike is my Sire! Of course I'm going to have soft feelings towards him. Why are you so jealous? Whom am I living with?" I asked. "It doesn't matter who you are living with! I know whom you want to be with! It's sad that you can't see how you feel about him! While your sleeping, you say his name! Do you think I'm stupid enough not to notice that every time he's around that you drink from him or at least want to? I can feel your lust for not only his blood but him as well. It disgusts me!"

My chest felt heavy as I realized that I'd been caught. I felt so ashamed that Angel knew how I'd been feeling lately. I'd forgotten that vampires could smell how someone felt. I didn't want him to know that I fed from Spike so much though. That was a definite blow to his ego.

"What does it matter if I do? He's my Sire and I have every right to feed from him! Besides, its not like you let me feed from you! You won't even fix me a cup of blood when I need it! Your to self absorbed to worry about anyone but yourself!" He picked up a nearby vase and threw it against the wall. I jumped when it shattered and watched as the colorful pieces covered my floor. Sadly, at that moment, I knew Spike had been right. Something was terribly wrong with Angel.

The souled vampire that I knew would never have grabbed my arm that way. He wouldn't have thrown a vase against my wall, and he definitely wouldn't be fully vamped out this way around me. I readied myself for a fight, knowing there might be one with the way things were going. Oh how I wished that Spike were here. Something told me Angel would be less aggressive if he was in the room.

"Angel, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't act like this!" He shook his head and backed away. "Just shut the hell up Buffy. You're being useless right now. You need to stop thinking everything is okay and try to see the real truth. I'll be back in a little while. He better not be here when I get back!" I nodded as he walked away. I felt sick to my stomach. Useless? How could he say that to me?

I felt fear creep its way into my mind when I went over Angel's actions in the past couple of weeks. He'd been more aggressive, rude, and obnoxious, all of the things Angelus had been. Was it possible he'd lost his soul again?

I ran upstairs, needing a shower to clear my head before I burst into tears. It was hard to get Angel's words out of my mind. I hadn't seen him that angry in a long time. I washed my hair and scrubbed my face, enjoying the feel of the warm water caressing my face.

I suddenly felt a slight tingle creep its way up my arms, down my back and to my toes. Somehow I knew that my Sire was nearby.

As quick as possible, I got dressed and headed to the door, sighing in relief when Spike walked inside with Willow behind him. Not caring whether she was in the room, I ran into his arms, needing to feel his body next to mine. His cold, but welcomed embrace made the situation more comfortable for me. I knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen.

"Are you okay?" He asked, holding me tightly. I nodded but didn't release him. The comfort he provided was soothing every fear I'd had. It was strange that I felt so safe in the arms of the man who had succeeded in killing me. The smell of leather and musk sent my senses into over load. Once again, my mouth watered at the sweet scent of his blood flowing and my body responded with deep desire as I felt his hands rub up and down my sides. Why did he affect me this way? Why didn't I crave Angel the way I craved Spike? Not once had Angel and I had sex. It felt wrong.

"Look pet, we need to talk about something important." I backed away and nodded, looking back and forth between he and Willow. What else could go wrong now?

...

"Edith, daddy's home!" I heard her sweet, sultry voice say as I entered the mansion. I felt my cock stir in anticipation of what I knew was coming. It was so good to have my Childe back in my arms again. Even though she couldn't compare to my Sire Darla, she would do. Her dark magic's would help me gain the power I needed to finally get rid of Buffy and that imbecile Spike. Neither of them had any clue what was going on. Even if they did find out, they wouldn't be able to stop it in time. My plan was full proof.

Buffy had always been so easy to manipulate. Even at the beginning of our relationship, she'd never known how to tell the difference between a lie and the truth when coming from my lips. Once I had all the power I needed, then I'd be able to control her and kill her. I was sick of the goody two shoes act she had. She was nothing but a two-bit vampire whore, especially now that she was Spike's Childe.

"Yes my sweet, daddy is home." I growled, pulling her small, fragile body into mine. She giggled playfully before running her fingernails up and down my back, drawing blood. I purred in pleasure before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. "Why do you smell like the sunshine? She's all over you! Edith doesn't like daddy playing with the sunshine, you're gonna get burned!" I rolled my eyes at her psychobabble. I still couldn't understand why I'd picked this girl of all people to be my Childe. If she weren't an empath, along with a seer, I would have left the crazy chick alone.

"Well Edith needs to mind her business. Daddy does what he has to, to keep you safe. Do you want the slayer coming after you again? You know what happened the last time! Do you think Spike won't hesitate to kill you again if you mess with his Childe?" She sneered in Anger, instantly vamping out as she ripped the head off one of her dolls. "The sunshine stole my dark prince?" She ground out. I nodded; walking over to the bed to stand in between her long, lean legs. When she was angry, she was wild in bed. It made the sex even better if she was out for revenge.

She pulled me down and ravished my lips, showing off that wild side I loved so much. We were going to be invincible, and by the time we were done, Spike and Buffy were going to be dead. Drusilla and I would bathe and fuck in their blood and ashes. It was going to be a glorious day.