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Chapter 50: Fun and games…

"Please, you are my quests; drink." Xavier offered the two vampires his hospitality as he leaned back in his chair. He waved his hand in the direction of the glasses of blood wine placed before Willow and Girl-Alucard. The witch took her glass and raised it slightly in salute before taking a sip. She smiled slowly; it was good. Her mate at her back just smirked at the reaction. Girl-Alucard rubbed her chin on top of Willow's head, her ruby colored eyes dark with amusement.

"My thanks Xavier." Willow murmured as she skimmed her finger on the edge of the wine glass, her gaze sharp as she stared back at the Demon Lord. "An excellent vintage."

Xavier smiled in response, his pale lips startling against the pink colored gums of his mouth. He turned his head and gave a brisk nod to his aide. Once the other demon left, he glanced back and began speaking. "Dear ladies, what brings you to London, if I may ask?"

Willow returned his smile and leaned back against Girl-Alucard, with one hand raised to play with the strands of dark hair that fall over her shoulder. "Draca and I are here to visit old friends. We heard they were in London. We have some old business to settle."

"Truly?" Xavier mused as he eyed the two seated before him. Power just radiated from their pores. He knew their names, but this was the first time he had heard of these vampires, unless…Draca was older then they portrayed. "Who may they be? Perhaps I can be of assistance."

"Maybe you can…You have heard of the former Protectors of Sunnydale, correct?" Willow asked, watching closely as Xavier's eyes twitched. "Ah, so you have. You do know of them…," she purred, leaning forward. "…how well?"

"We are allies of a sort." Xavier answered as he swirled the wine in his glass. "For the benefit of our mutual protection, you see…"

"Understandable…keep your enemies close…hum…" Draca remarked, her eyes gleaming as she caught sight of the muscles tensing in Xavier's jaw. Just a bit more… "Our dealings with those of the New Council will not affect you or yours…"

"Will ya' look at that?" Spoke a snappy voice from a few feet away. "What rock did ya' two crawl from under?"

Willow laughed out right as she stood up, arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the table. She cocked her head to the side, letting her dark-blood colored hair slide against the naked skin of her neck and shoulders. "Speak of the devils…" she sang-songed, her voice full of amusement. "Hello boys, did you miss me?"

"Not at all Rowan…" Angel shot back with a raised brow as he stepped forward, watching as Willow gave a careless wave before sitting back down. He turned away, a look of suppressed rage on his face.

"Ah, that's no way to treat old friends Angelus." Willow scolded with a pout. She leaned back, and Girl-Alucard bent forward, trailing her teeth along Willows' arched neck, a low growl of warming gathering in the back of her throat. She slipped her arm around the witch's waist, the gesture letting everyone know whom Willow belonged to, and that the witch was under her protection.

"Friends, my ass." Spike mumbled as he pointedly stared at the two. His lips curved into a sneer. "This is new…Draca with a new pet. Rowan, ya've sunk to a new low…even for you, this is pitiful."

"William," Girl-Alucard purred as she flashed a grin full of sharp teeth at the blond demon. "…your jealousy, as usual, is very delicious."

"Now, now…" Willow said softly with fingers waved in the air towards their host. "We are all guests here, are we not? Why can't we just get along?"

Angel quickly reached out and pulled the witch out of her seat, his grip firm on her shoulders as he held her in the air a few feet off the floor. He leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers, and growled low. She was the only one to see the teasing light of laughter in the depths of his yellow gaze.

"You were warned little girl." He hissed as he glanced over her shoulder to the vampire now standing behind her, brow raised. "You have no business here."

"Who says our business has anything to do with you?" Willow retorted, watching from the corner of her eye as Xavier stood, his pale face tight with anger.

"You forget yourself Angelus. You know the rules of my club." The Demon Lord warned as he waved a hand towards the hold he had on Willow. Girl-Alucard slid from behind the table and stood at the witch's back, a wide smirk spreading over her face.

"You should know better then to touch something that is not yours Master Vampire." Draca whispered, ruby gaze burning with mock warning.

"So, that means she's yours Draca?" Angel scorned with a laugh, keeping the attention of Xavier on them, and not the rest of the room.

Off to the side, Spike took a few steps back, and hid himself in the shadows. He took a quick look around, and grinned. This will do nicely… He waited a beat, and then stuck his foot out. The unfortunate patron of the club staggering along the spaces between tables, fell victim, and tripped over Spike's leg. The customer fell forward, his upper body crashing into a small gathering of demons standing near by. The whole group fell together, their fists and growls of outrage filling the air.

'How's that Red?' He asked Willow silently, his mental voice full of amusement.

'Nice one Spike,' she shot back, 'but we need more. We want the whole building to rock.'

He grinned in the dark. 'No problem pet. Consider it done.'

With the grin on his face spreading, Spike reached into his coat and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. He slipped them on, and with a swift left hook, sent another lone patron flying into the direction of the mass of bodies on the dance floor. A wicked smile of delight at the chaos about to erupt brightened his face for a brief second, before he moved to another location.

Spike sent two more bodies flying, before in a blur of speed, he arrived at the end of the table where the others were still gathered. He held his laughter in when he realized Xavier hadn't noticed his absence. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as the customers of the club took action. It was a free-for-all, and he loved it. Screams, growls, and grunts filled the air as multiple fights broke out.

Angel released Willow, and he looked around. He had his part to play. "What the…"

"Seho!" Xavier roared for his servant, his pale eyes nearly bulging out of his skull at the violence erupting within his club.

Seho appeared, his gaze darting back and forth from one end of the room to the other, unable to believe what he was seeing. "The wards my lord, they have…been disabled."

Xavier turned to his guests, the expression on his face promising pain to those responsible. Angel held up his hands, and took a step back. "Whoa, we had nothing to do with this…" In the background, the noise of flesh hitting flesh, and the screams continued to grow.

"Thicken!"

In the next breath, everyone in the club, except for Willow, Draca, Angel, Spike, Seho, and Xavier froze in place. Bodies in mid-swing, flying objects, demons falling, and thrown furniture was stuck in position and even the air circulation seemed to stop. Willow let out a breath, and then turned to face Xavier, but not before winking at her mate and friends to let them know all was going according to plan.

"That should hold them until the problem of the wards is taken care of." Willow explained with a coy look on her face.

Xavier blinked slowly; his wide gaze fixed on the mass of bodies not moving. It was a spectacular sight. So, it would seem the young vampire had been a witch before she was turned…her power levels are nearly equal to that of…the Red Witch. How delightful…

"You have my gratitude Rowan." He said with a half bow.

"Ah, think nothing of it." She replied with another wave of her hand, a bit of magic materializing in the air, the lights sparkling for a moment before disappearing. "Listen, we've got to go. Present company, and all that…Thank you for your hostility." She turned her gaze as she took the hand of her mate.

Girl-Alucard gave a regal nod of the head. "Angel, Spike, always a pleasure." She said in a light mocking tone, before turning.

Xavier watched as the two vampires gracefully exit the club, noting how Angel and Spike glared at their backs. He glanced down at the card he now held in his hand, courtesy of Rowan and her magic. "Angelus, my friend, how did you ever met such characters?"

Angel crossed his arms over his chest, a dark frown on his face. "Just let it go Xavier. They're bad news."

"Come now, who are they truly?"

With lips tight, Angel replied, "We knew them in Sunnydale. Draca is old, perhaps one of the oldest masters I've ever met. Rowan is the cousin of a friend of mine…they share the same talents in the Arts."

"The cousin of the Red Witch…" Xavier breathed out in awe at the discovery. "Of course, such power would run in the family. They do not get along, I trust?"

Spike gave a snort at that, shaking his head. "Oi, that's an understatement. Willow was too good to that brat and look where that got her… Some vamp-witch wanting…"

"Enough…" Angel cut in. "It is no ones business, but theirs. Xavier, my advice to you is to stay away from those two. They are not to be trusted. Let's go Spike."

Xavier stood, eyes narrowing, and his hand tightening on the card he held as the two left. New players on the field…Perhaps a call to Wolfram and Hart were in order…

&

"…just a little bit more…" Willow murmured as her fingers flew across the keys of her laptop computer, very conscious of the looming vampire at her back.

"Faster…" Alucard commanded as he ran the tips of his fangs across the skin of the back of her neck.

"You can't rush something like this Al." She told him, though she arched her back, brushing against the muscles of his chest. She shivered as his gloved fingers dug into her leather covered thighs. Goddess, he was so impatient! "Creating a new identity is not quick and easy, ya' know.

"I give you two minutes princess." He moaned into her ear, with his voice harsh with suppressed desire. He ran his right hand up her body to her waist, sliding it under her shirt to reach her bare skin.

"Okay, okay, just back off then! I can't concentrate with you all over me!" She growled, knocking him back.

He laughed as he allowed her to push him away. He loved how forceful she could be, how fiery…he reached out and began to play with the ends of her hair, watching as she worked.

"Hum…lets go here…alright! Now, how about…" Willow murmured to herself as she molded Rowan's life from birth, working from web-site to web-site.

"One minute Red." Alucard whispered, his voice echoing from the shadows.

She bowed her head. "Oh man, don't start a count…"

Alucard laughed again. "59, 58, 57…."

"Ahhh…" she groaned in frustration, silently vowing she would get back at him the first chance she got. Her fingers moved, faster and faster, and all the while, his voice continued.

"34, 33, 32…"

Willow hit the send key, and cried out. "Done!"

"Excellent."

The next thing Willow knew, Alucard had a tight hold of her. He pulled her into his arms, and the two of them phased into the floor to the chamber below, his mocking laughter filling her ears and brushing against her skin. He made quick work of removing her clothes, and placing her on their bed.

He grinned wickedly into her eyes, his tongue sliding over his fangs in anticipation. "Now, my little tree, what's this about being 'all over you'?"

&

"So, what do you think Peaches?"

"He'll make the call." Angel knew that Xavier would. The Demon Lord wouldn't be able to resist the temptation

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's a given. I was talking about Red's alter-ego, and her little friend."

Angel glared over at his grandchilde, brow cocked. He leaned back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the club down the street. "They'll be fine."

Spike smirked at that. "Keeping an eye on them, are ya' broody?" He said knowingly.

"Of course."

&

"…and how was your hunt this fine 'evenin'?"

"Very well Father." The Nun replied with a bow, her companion following her example. "We have spotted two."

"Hum…" Father Anderson mused as he stroked his chin. "How soon?"

"Preparations have begun. We will begin in two days Father."

&

"The Lord of the Panizer Clan is on line one Ms. Leblanc."

"Thank you Louise." Marcia replied. She sat back for a moment, tapping the top of her desk. After a moments thought, she reached for the phone and pushed the extension for line one. "Good evening Lord Xavier. How may I help you?"

"Ms. LeBlanc, I had a few visitors to my club tonight. Perhaps you have heard of them?"

"Perhaps," she returned thoughtfully. She spun in her chair and faced her computer. "Please continue Lord Xavier."

"Draca, a vampire of immense age, and her childe, Rowan of Sunnydale."

"Draca? Rowan?" Marcia repeated as she began to type

"Angelus made an appearance, and he was not overjoyed to see them again. I sense some history."

"I see." Her computer screen flashed, and the information she was searching for appeared. Oh, my…How could they have missed this? Rowan Rosenberg, cousin to Willow Rosenberg, dead at the age of twenty-one. Childe of Draca…maybe?

She resumed typing, and she was not pleased by what she found. Draca: unknown. The vampire must be old…so old, they had no record of her…The higher-ups were going to freak!

"Angelus knew this vampire Lord Xavier?" She wondered.

"Yes. There is no love lost between them."

"Lord Xavier, is there anyway to contact them?"

"The lovely Rowan supplied me with her calling card."

Marcia leaned back once more in her chair, a smile spreading over her face. Perfect. "Then precede Lord Xavier. We can not have the lovely Rowan waiting."

&

"Captain."

The male in question stood from his position on the gym floor, his tinted gaze fixed on the female entering the room. He cocked his head in a questioning gesture, waiting patiently as Faith took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Someone's after the girls…hunting them." She blurted out in a rush of words. She began to pace the length of the gym, clenching and unclenching her fists. "I was wondering…if…"

He stepped forward, and then he took a hold of her arm gently, and pulled her to face him. He leaned towards her, giving her a nod to continue. He wanted this female to trust him, to depend on him. It was the first step…

Faith took a deep breath. "No one knows you, or that cat-boy are here, except for us on the Leading Committee. I was thinking if you were to follow those following the girls…hunt the hunter…"

"What a splendid Idea!" Schrödinger exclaimed out of nowhere.

Faith jumped, cursing. She spun around to confront the boy. "Jesus Kid! Don't do that!"

"Sorry." He said with a wide grin.

She narrowed her eyes. "No, you're not."

His smile grew. "Sorry, no."

She reached out, and then wrapped an arm around his neck, and pulled teasingly on his ears. "Say you're sorry and mean it!"

"No, not that!" He giggled, enjoying the attention.

A low growl caused the two to stop. Faith glanced over at the Captain with a sly look on her face. "Oh look, the puppy wants some!"

Schrödinger laughed, stepping away from the girl. He knew what was wrong. The wolf was jealous. "So, you want us to play hunter for you?"

"If you would…" Faith replied, looking expectantly at the two guys. "The girls have enough of a hard time, without those scumbags coming after them."

The Captain gave a firm nod. …it would be the first of his gifts to this woman-warrior. Soon, he would meet all of her needs…he looked forward to it.

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Magik.