Buffy eased through the suite doors and found Kralik feeding on an already dead man. His lifeless eyes gazed toward the window reflecting the city lights arrayed below. She suppressed the urge to vomit, and took in the carnage and the cowering remnants of the staff, they were being guarded by another young tweed clad minion. She looked back to Kralik.

"Not your food of choice from what your errand boy said before I dusted him." Buffy said sliding to the side and keeping a wall to her back.

"You're weak and you've managed to take down all of my acolytes. Every last one of them hated you. Even the sniveling ones hate you, helped poison you. Why are you here with your three rapid heartbeats? Don't you want to run and hide until those two squalling brats can be torn from your body?" He casually dropped the corpse he'd been feeding from and stepped toward her.

"Yeah, I would like to save my babies, but my job description doesn't include any lines about maternity leave or any kind of leave, really. There are no vacations for the slayer." Buffy shrugged one shoulder.

"There is death." He smiled with his bloodstained lips pulling wide.

"Well, yeah. There is that, but you aren't vamp enough to give it to me." Buffy snorted.

"I am, but I don't want to." He stepped towards her once more.

"Bet you say that to all the girls." Buffy fanned her face with the splayed fingers of one hand.

"Most of your kind die on the big stage, they go out stopping some world ending apocalypse. Does it bother you that you'll be dying trying to save your murderers?" He sneered.

"Does it bother you that you're no more than a weapon to them?" She asked softly.

"You didn't answer my question, little mother to be." He rubbed his belly.

"In my way, I did. I imagine our answers would be the same. We are both their weapons. I'm the one they love when I'm doing my job in just such a way. You're the one they hide away until they want a new me. They won't ever love you." Buffy smiled at him sadly.

"You won't love me either." He stopped and shook off his vampire visage.

"Probably not, I loved Angelus. Sent him to hell with a soul on board to save the world. You don't want my love. The things I love suffer." She rested her hand on the curve of her belly.

"Did you save your mother?" He watched her hand rise and fall with her breath as she moved her thumb back and forth.

"Yes, I did."

"She seemed like a nice woman, but she's hurt you. That's what mothers do."

"I know your mother hurt you. What's hurting now?" Buffy asked in her sweetest voice.

"I need pills. They won't let me have them." He stomped his foot.

"If we can get your pills, would you be willing to go back into captivity?" She took a small step forward.

"No. They will just drag me out again. I don't want to be their weapon anymore." He rubbed his chin. "You really loved a vampire?"

"Yes. I still do in many ways. He's my friend. I'm in love with a werewolf now." She smiled. "I don't want to fight you. I want to sit down and rest."

"They poisoned you with babies inside you, but you're here to save them." He shook his head and lunged for her throat. She stepped to the side and he rammed into the wall.

"Being their weapon sucks." Buffy said as she kicked him and flipped him back against the window. "I don't want to save them, but I have a duty. I wish I could save us all." She rushed at him and plunged the stake in with all her strength. She struggled and continued to bear down as he bucked against her. His minion's teeth sank into her neck as she finally managed to marshal her strength and he dusted. She hit the cold glass with her cheek as the minion rammed her from behind with all his weight. She heard the scuffle of the watchers as he pulled her blood out through the wound.

The doors popped open and Oz sprang through and snarled. She felt the vamp release her and dust as he turned to face the new threat. Oz switched forms and caught her as she fell to the ground.

"Hi, Oz." She smiled up at him and he pressed his hand against the wound on her neck. "I got the bad guys."

"Well, that leaves the sorta bad guys for me." He turned toward the group of shell-shocked English people. "Can somebody get me a robe and a first aid kit?"

They stared at him, but none of them moved. A deep rumbling growl emerged from his throat and filled the room. Buffy blinked up at him.

"She saved your sorry asses, get a first aid kit now." Oz snapped his teeth together and finally a young woman moved toward the bathroom.

"I think we may have one in the loo." She went through a door and emerged moments later with a navy blue robe and a tiny first aid kit. She headed toward him, but paused by one of the corpses.

"You need to keep moving. The living come first when you are on the front line." He looked down meaningfully at Buffy. "She can't afford to stop and neither can you."

The young woman looked at him and came forward slowly. "You are one of her unsanctioned compatriots."

"I'm her boyfriend." Oz smiled as the woman dropped the robe and opened the first aid kit.

"Let me check the wound. I've had some training." Her calm and cultured voice at odds with the slight tremor apparent in her body.

"She's a watcher, Oz. They train them pretty well and I've had worse." Buffy raised her hand and ruffled his hair with her fingers.

"They tried to kill you. I'm not feeling the trust." He said as he stared down into her pallid face.

"Yeah, I get it. But there is a lot to do here and I need some help." She smiled and he nodded, mobbing to the side so the young woman could help Buffy.

"I'm Emma. You're the first slayer I've ever met." She smiled as she surveyed the wound. "This isn't too bad."

"Clean and bandage it." Buffy said. "We need to take care of this mess before the police arrive and start arresting the strange cult members from England."

"Don't worry. Giles is on the way." Oz rubbed the shoulder closest to him.

"Then you'd better get that robe on or he'll be useless with really clean glasses."