Note: Hello everyone, so sorry for the long absence, I updated my profile to let people know why I've been off the radar for a while, so onto the notes for this story specifically. It's been a long time since I wrote a chapter for this story, and an even longer time since I wrote a present day/future set chapter. However that's what I got, the past part I was having some issues with, got it figured out now, and there hasn't been a present day chapter for a while anyway. Hope you enjoy this next chapter and maybe the next one will be a past chapter.

Previously: Overall it was a good first meeting between Kyle and Lucas. One she hoped would last a little longer. However that wasn't to be, a few minutes into Kyle and Luke's cute but somewhat heated discussion over which was better, Twix or Snickers, the bell above the Crashdown door jingled and in walked Tess, Max, Isabel, Maria, and Michael. Alex and Serena were missing from the group.

Liz knew that last nights display of vampires and Slayers would cause the group of aliens and knowers of aliens to come over at some point today. She had hoped that it would be a little later in the day. The four people sitting at the table, turned toward the double doors as everyone filed into the restaurant curious and eager for answers.

Chapter 34

February 18, 2005

The group crowding at the entrance of the Crashdown stared silently at the group of four sitting at the table in front of them. Spike leaned back, away from the streaming sunlight that was a little too close for comfort.

Breaking the silence Liz pushed back out of her chair. "Hi guys. Have a seat." She gestured to the many empty tables around them. No point in arguing, for one, Luke was there intently eyeing the bunch of people that were there when he and Liz first arrived to the Crashdown. And two, she would tell them what happened and what she was. Liz refused to hide that she was a Slayer. The Roswell group wasn't going to splash their knowledge on the 5 o'clock news because if they did she had just as damning information on them. They might not trust each other anymore but they had mutual interest in keeping their mouths shut.

While they filed in and found seats around the two tables nearest Kyle, Liz, Spike, and Luke, Tess at least had the decency to wince in Kyle's direction as she dragged a chair close to her husband. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I tried to get them to wait till at least noon but…"

Kyle took her hand and squeezed it lovingly. "Don't worry. When they get their mind on something not much can shake them off."

"Did you have a good talk at least?" Tess's blue eyes shined with hope.

Kyle smiled. "Yea. Liz and I had a good conversation and I'm starting to get to know my son."

Spike glared at Kyle's use of 'my son'. Under the table he felt Liz's hand massage his thigh. He caught her gaze and just stared at her for a moment. The two didn't need words, in that one look they conveyed a whole conversation and Spike put his hand over hers squeezing back.

Bringing her attention back to the gathered newcomers she stood up from the chair and asked, "Anybody want anything to drink? We have some coffee left." While drained and not wanting to have this conversation right at that moment, she was happy. The first official meeting between Kyle and Luke went well. Better than she would have ever hoped.

"We just want answers." Maria softly but coolly stated.

Spike growled lowly, "Watch your tongue or you won't have it long." He threatened the mouthy blonde.

Maria squeaked in shock but didn't say a word. She had a feeling that the bleached blonde would follow through on his threat and she liked her tongue where it was.

Luke, who had never been scared of his father, laughed at the woman's frightened noise. Daddy always growled at him but he found it funny instead of scary. Spike smirked down at him and tickled his belly. Lucas shrieked with joy and when his father stopped he straightened, "Do it again."

Spike did, loving the happiness sparkling in his son's eyes. Liz cast a sorrowful glance at Kyle; he'd never get to have that easiness with Lucas. Even if the two became close Spike would always be there, knowing Lucas better, being the first person he'd turn to when he had a problem. It made her heart hurt for her former friend and one time lover.

Turning away from them Liz sighed and nodded. "Fine." Leaning against the metal chair she previously sat on she stated simply, "Vampires, demons, witches, werewolves and everything in between, exist. I am a Slayer. I fight the evil versions those creatures on a nightly basis and have for four and a half years." Silence greeted her. "Anyone want a drink now?"

"If I drank I'd ask for a bottle of whiskey." Michael murmured.

"So that's what your father…" Isabel slammed her mouth shut, she didn't want to bring up the recent death and apparent transformation of the man but she had no other reference.

Pain flared in Liz's eyes but she didn't hesitate when answering. "Yes, he was a vampire. I don't know why he was turned. It doesn't make sense." She whispered softly, it brought up a lot of questions she hadn't been able to bring herself to answer.

"How do you fight these things? What's a Slayer? Aren't you…you?" Tess questioned. She figured Liz had alien powers, after all Kyle had them, he saw auras and could dream walk like Isabel but that didn't translate to excellent fighter.

Liz went into what a Slayer was, their history, their powers and abilities, how they were usually called and what their duties were. She told them about her alien powers as well and how they started showing up shortly after she became pregnant with Lucas. "There's another Slayer, Buffy, she's been the Slayer longer than any Slayer in our history. Granted there's been a couple of her deaths in there but she's been a Slayer for a good long time."

"Died!? Have you ever…died?" Maria stared at her former friend with worry and shock. The two weren't friends anymore but that didn't mean she wanted her dead.

"Thankfully no." It was only a matter of time though. Liz knew she had an expiration date and it wouldn't be seventy years from now.

"And you're never going to." Spike firmly stated.

If Lucas hadn't been sitting in Spike's lap she would have argued with him. The argument would have been an old one. They'd had it repeatedly, Spike was determined that she would never die but Liz was on the other side of that coin. She'd die eventually and it'd be sooner rather than later, it was the nature of her calling. She accepted that a long time ago.

Breaking the tension between husband and wife, Max asked. "You said you fight the evil versions, aren't they all evil?"

"No. Some are completely good or neutral, they just look different. Other's use to be evil but changed." Liz sent a smile to Spike.

Kyle saw yellow flash in Spike's eyes. He doesn't take his eyes off the man holding his son and a frightening thought entered his mind. "Liz, is Spike something else?"

Liz swept her gaze from Spike's and looked toward Kyle. The young man stared at Spike, coldly and with worry.

"Yes. Spike is a vampire."

Spike smirked evilly at Kyle and without skipping a beat transformed his face into the demon that prowled underneath the surface.

Kyle without thinking leapt from the table and started to move toward Lucas. In quick movements, faster than anyone could follow, Liz was over the table standing in front of Kyle, her back to Spike, while Lucas had grabbed hold of his father's neck hiding his face behind Spike's monstrous one, not caring that it was a demon he held onto.

"Back off Kyle. Spike would never hurt Luke. You go after Luke like this, he'll never trust you. Breathe." She understood the terror on Kyle's expression and the worry he felt for his biological son. If she didn't know Spike she'd be terrified too.

Whispering so Luke wouldn't hear he asked. "How can you let a vampire into his life like this? You're a Slayer, shouldn't you be killing him?"

"There's a lot that goes on in my life now. Things you probably won't understand. Just know that Spike would never harm our children. Settle down and be calm." It looked as if Kyle might argue but slowly he nodded his head and backed away.

"Fine." Kyle sat back down in his chair; Tess rubbed his back and gently soothed his worry and anger.

Breaking the tension Michael asked about the other people that were with Liz at the cemetery last night. Although they all looked normal, not all of them gave off a human vibe. "There was something I kept feeling and it's not like what I feel around Maria or Alex."

As the protector of the group he learned to identify the different vibes that different species sent out. Aliens gave off a hum that were in the same family as what Max, Isabel, and Tess gave off. Kyle and Liz, being changed humans gave Michael a tingling in his head. While Spike's presence thrummed, like a phone vibrating at the back of his neck.

"Angel is a vampire as well. Cordy is a half demon, she was changed a few years ago so she could handle the visions she receives. Fred, Wesley, and Gunn though are normal or as normal as a girl who lived in a demon dimension for years, a watcher, and a demon fighter can be." She explained.

The morning continued like that, one or more asking questions, while she answered as best she could, until mid-morning faded into afternoon. Hungry Liz offered everyone to stay for lunch, since the Q&A portion of the conversation didn't seem over quite yet. It was as she dished up the last of the sandwiches that Tess, Isabel, and Luke helped her make, that the dark haired thin female that had slept upstairs for the morning came from the backroom.

Drusilla took in the people around her. She saw their futures, happy, sad, and everything in between. Their intentions spoke to her like tiny angels and devils letting her peek in on their secrets. Elizabeth, sister dear, saw her and smiled warmly at her. Her heated skin, filled with delicious Slayer blood called to her like a piped piper playing his tune for children but she'd never betray Liz's trust by tapping her vein without permission.

Spike, her precious boy, no longer thought of her as his Dark Princess. His Black Beauty. He still called her Dark Princess but she wasn't his anymore. He took away his claim and gave it to the woman who held his undead heart and was his world now. She didn't blame her childe, as she too was under the lightning slayer's thrall.

Immediately she zeroed in on the blonde betrayer of her dear sister. Hatred stained her aura, fiery anger licked at her soul.

The mad vampiress advanced on a terrified Maria. Drusilla's sight allowed her to see the future and what was in people's hearts. That tended to frighten most everyone.

"Her heart burns with jealousy. Hiss. Like a snake slithering and slinking." Drusilla curved and swayed her hips, dancing seductively to her own words. "She plots and schemes and waits for her chance to strike at dear sister." Maria backed away from the willowy woman that gestured with her arms dramatically.

"Drusilla?" Liz softly spoke her name.

She turned toward the concerned voice. "It's crawling in my head." Drusilla clenched her hair tightly in her hands. "Insects burrowing their hatred deep." She whimpered pathetically and sank to her knees.

Drusilla, although protective of those she considered hers and not ill as she once was, still had bouts of dependency. Her madness would take hold and she required comfort and affection like a small child would. At times like these she sought Liz out.

Liz hurried to her side. "Shh, my sweet." She cradled the hunched over woman tenderly. Maneuvering her body till she sat against one of the booths and Drusilla lay prone over her.

Holding her, Drusilla clenched at Liz's shirt tightly. Soft, warm hands ran over her delicate arms and face.

Liz soothed her anxiety, leaned in close and settled her cheek against Dru's cheek. "It's ok." She assured her. "I'm here." Liz caressed the backs of her fingers across her cheek, keeping her face pressed to Drusilla's cool one, even as her friend clutched at her even tighter.

The gathered group watched the duo with weird fascination. Their hold was both maternal and disturbingly erotic.

Drusilla laid her head on Liz's breasts, while Liz tenderly rubbed her hand up and down her back and she whispered softly and sweetly in the woman's ear, soothing her ramblings. However the low cut tank top Liz wore that warm morning was even lower now that a one hundred pound woman lay on her. The spaghetti strap on one shoulder fell onto her upper arm and every time Drusilla clutched at her tighter her mouth would be closer to the nearly exposed breast.

It was during the cuddling that Kyle noticed something. "Liz?" He spoke quietly.

"Hmm?" She glanced up from Drusilla.

"Are those bite marks?"

Liz smirked, she enjoyed the marks Spike gave her in their passionate encounters. Spike had his own marks from her as well. "Yes. I do have a vampire for a husband." She winked at the husband in question and Spike flashed her some fang.

The act of biting during lovemaking was so sensual and brought the pleasure they were feeling to a new level. She didn't think she'd end up loving it as much as she did. Their claiming of each other was intimate and personal and she'd never let anyone else bite her. Dru tried to once but Liz put a stop to it. She'd give Drusilla blood if she needed but the biting of her flesh and drinking from the tap, so to speak, was for Spike only.

The room went silent. This was not the Liz they remembered and she continued to prove it in various ways as the day went on.

Drusilla's eyes suddenly sharpened again on blonde she had singled out earlier. The woman's disgust and envy at Elizabeth's admission oozed over the seer like black tar. Rising from Liz's embrace with grace and ease she stood from her place on the floor slowly swaying side to side until she captured her gaze with her own. "Be in me." She commanded, her prey effectively caught in her web.

Liz knew that stance, knew that stare. Drusilla's long blood red nails with white tips glistened in the yellow glow of the Crashdown lights as she wiggled them in preparation. Maria's eyes were glazed over and she began to sway in parallel to Drusilla's movements.

"Drusilla! No!"

TBC

Coming Up in Ch 35 (will be posted in two weeks): The temporary slayers tell what they saw. And Kennedy crosses a line that will get the attention Spike.