Sorry it's been so long, have had A-Levels and death within my family and job hunting...but I'm getting back into the swing of it - so apologies if this chapter is a little rubbish, will update more soon. Thanks to all who haven't given up on me.

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If someone had seen them; two boys either side of one girl, laughing and smiling as they walked arm in arm, that someone would have no doubt smiled fondly over the scene. However, appearances can fatally deceiving. If this happy carefree crowd had spotted their observer, no-one would have smiled fondly over that scene.

"Right, you get inside an' change, I'm gunna go an' grab someone for Red." Spike smiled, and stalked off to find more Sunnyhell nitwits to chew on.

Willow watched him leave; not understanding how Dru managed to spend so long beside him and then suddenly cast him aside. She remembered the mess Spike had been a few months ago, drunk, kidnapping her and Xander and crying into his bottle of whiskey. She was glad he had joined them; maybe they could give him another little family, just like what he had with Darla, Angelus and Dru. Spike didn't seem to do well alone.

Sighing, she stretched languidly and noticed as Xander's eyes followed every curve of her body. "Not now Xander, we have too much work to do. Let's get our Sire comfortable before Spike gets back and then we have to move headquarters, so pack whatever you want to keep."

They moved into the kitchen and saw their Sire was still there, unconscious on the tiled white floor. Xander picked her up and carried her downstairs to his room in the basement, where he laid her down on the bed and started to survey his old human life. There wasn't much to look at.

"Man, was I really this lame?" Xander picked up a box of Babylon 5 collective plates and set them back down.

"Lets take those, they could be useful." Willow said, while browsing Xander's old comics.

"I hate to break it to ya Wills but I don't think we're going to be eating off plates anymore."

"No silly, we can sell them. Cash is always a good thing, especially if we need new headquarters. Can't steal and pillage everything we want – not if we're trying to stay under Slutty the Vampire Layer's radar."

"Good idea. You were always the smart one."

"Yeah I know. Hey, I bet you have a chance with Buffy now that you're undead." Willow smirked coldly.

It's hard to imagine a cold hearted demon look completely agog but that was exactly how Xander looked. "Willow! That's disgusting! She's a Slayer! She's…like….ew…." Willow raised an eyebrow. "Okay…yeah…maybe I thought about it…would be fun to seduce that bitch and then surprise her with a fist in her face."

"Bitter much?" Called Spike from the doorway, holding a gagged and bound teenage girl, who fearfully struggled as he walked down the stairs.

"Ooh goody, a new plaything!" Willow bent down and looked into the blonde teenagers terrified green eyes. "Dear, I love your perfume, what is that – Fear and Desperation? I think I've smelt that brand before. Very sweet."

Spike laughed and took the girl over to the bed where Red was resting. Carefully, he cut open the girls throat with his fangs and put her neck by Red's mouth. Red immediately opened her eyes and started to feed. A warm blush spread back into her face as she drained the girl's blood and once the body was dry, she carelessly flung the girl to the side.

"Mmm that was good, my compliments to the chef." Red laughed.

Willow walked over to the side of the bed, "Sire, we have decided to take on new headquarters. The Slayer knows this place, and my former home. Once we don't appear in school, she will know something is wrong."

"Very good my childe, we shall feed on a family and take their home. No smelly mausoleums for us. I wish to live in comfort."

Spike watched Red sit up gracefully, like a queen upon a throne, which is difficult to do when it's on a bed with Star Wars sheets. He had always imagined Willow as a glorious vampire and Red was the undead proof – sired by the Master himself, she commanded the room like a Warrior. Her red hair looked so much like flames, it begged him to run his fingers through it. But he'd dare not; he knew he would get burned. If Dru didn't want him, then this sensuous goddess wouldn't either.

Willow watched Spike stare at Red and felt sorry for him; he had been through so much with Dru that the poor demon had lost his confidence when it came to the matters of their non-beating hearts. Suddenly, as usual, a genius idea popped into her mind. Damn it was good to be so bad and so smart.

Willow rubbed Red's shoulders and nuzzled her neck. "Sire," she purred, "Xander and I won't be able to hunt for headquarters with you. The Slayer knows of your existence, but not that we've been turned too. It's best for us if Xander and I lay low. But if you go…with Spike to help you…then if the Slayer sees you two, she won't suspect."

"Mmm that is also a very good plan. I want to party. Spike, you wanna party with me?" Red raised her arms for Spike to lift her off the bed and then her mouth erupted into a wild carefree smile. "Come on stud, let's go house-hunting." Spike shot Willow an indiscernible look, while Red took him by the hand and led him out of the door.

Willow smiled to herself and watched Xander go through more of his things. The family was starting to come together. Red had Spike, and she had Xander….but why did she feel so reluctant about that? It had been the same when she was human with Oz, like a piece of her was somewhere else waiting for someone else. She had felt complete once, it was a very brief moment and she remembered none of the details, it was all too hazy to recall. She just remembered feeling whole for 5 minutes and had relished that feeling.

Although, being a creature of the night wasn't quite as she expected, yes she felt powerful and sexy and looked forward to the responsibility-free infinity of feeding and mating and having fun…but she still Thought about things, and Felt things. Was the literature all wrong? Were vampire's not soulless emotionless demons? Was that all just Watcher propaganda?

Willow hoped so; otherwise she was in big trouble.

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