Chapter 11

February 17, 2005

Liz takes a menacing step forward, that asshole dare to come to her parent's funeral, there was no reason for him to be here none. Spike hisses and growls at the man ambling forward with two white roses in hand, Liz is about to run and attack, Spike sees her whole body tense and flex into fighting ready.

"Let me pet." He whispers, she shouldn't have to deal with this, not today.

Before Spike can move from her side Liz rests a tiny yet deadly hand on his stomach, "No, I need to do this." She whispers. "Fred, please take Lucas to Spike's car, keep him busy, he doesn't need to see this." Her cousin nods carrying her cousin's child quickly out of view from the violence that will no doubt occur.

Phillip and Diane Evans slow to a halt about twenty feet from Liz and her protective family. Max had a good idea as to what Liz would do to his father, when the former King invited his father to the funeral he had hoped they could talk and work everything out but that doesn't seem like it's going to be the case. In an attempt to stop the impending fight Max steps forward gripping her arm in his hand. He never expected Liz to turn around and punch him square in the jaw, the blow was so powerful and shocking that he fell flat on the cool grass.

"Don't you ever touch me Max, how the hell did he find out about the funeral? I sure as shit didn't tell him." She hisses angrily at him. Liz doesn't wait for an answer instead she grabs the lapels to his suit and hauls him back up on his feet. "Why do I get the impression that it was you who told the murdering fuck that my parent's funeral was tonight?"

Liz was so focused on Max and his betrayal and stupidity that she didn't hear Phillip Evans come closer to her, "Yes he told me Liz, but I would have come anyway. We need to talk this out, you know that I never meant to kill your parents, I cared about them too." He pleads.

Dropping Max like a rag doll she twists her body around, her expertly shoots out solidly kicking Phillip Evans in the gut. Gasps from the group in attendance, minus the AI team, sounded, utter shock and disbelief that Liz was using physical violence. "You cared about them?" She speaks in mock caring, she stands over his coughing body, "Where was your caring when you fell asleep at the wheel?" She snarls.

"Please," Phillip begs coughing roughly, "You don't want to," cough, wheeze, "hurt me Liz." Cough, "What would your parent's say?" Diane who has shaken out of her shock rushed to her husband's side only to have Wesley hold her back.

"I wouldn't Mrs. Evans, your husband brought this on himself. I'd hate to see you get in the middle of a fight where Liz is on the other side." He implores.

"But she's going to kill him." Diane shouts. Phillip's ribs weren't completely healed, the kick to the gut could have broken them all over again and damaged some of his organs.

"It's nothing the bastard doesn't right deserve. Besides I doubt she'll kill him, just beat him up a bit, maybe a break a few fingers." Spike smirks and wiggles his fingers at Diane taunting her. Her jaw-drop of horror caused Spike's grin to increase. He rocks on his feet hooking his fingers in his belt loops; he loves playing with gullible humans. Digging into his trench coat he pulls out a cigarette lights it and continues to watch Liz deal with Phillip the way she wants too.

"My parent's?" Liz blinks her eyes full of fake innocence. "My parent's would give their full god damned blessing if I kicked your ass or better yet if I killed you. See they were big believers in the whole eye for an eye deal, if someone screws you, you screw them right back only harder." Liz giggles crazily not because she herself was losing it necessarily but she wanted Phillip to think she had. Or that could be something she just wishes was the case and she really was going off the deep end.

The only action she wanted to take against this man was to snap his neck; her fingers even flexed preparing for the fatal twist and crunch of fragile neck bones. Every muscle, every cell, every fiber of her being was intent on destroying Phillip Evans, but she knew if she gave into her dark side his ghost would haunt her for the rest of her life. Maybe not his actual ghost but she would see him everywhere she went it would be her guilty conscious screaming out at her.

Slowly, cautiously Liz eases away from her parent's killer; she didn't trust herself to move quickly. The muscles tightly wrapped and intertwined under her skin, the primal nature of Slayers, her overwhelming anger all would make controlling her muscles in fast movement near impossible. Jaw clenched and body tense Liz spoke to Phillip, "Leave. You leave now, you don't belong here," her eyes bore into his sprawled limp body. "Nothing you say will make my parent's come back; coming here only put your pathetic existence in danger. Leave now and I don't kill you, stay and I can't guarantee you won't be joining the hundreds of dead bodies in this cemetery."

Phillip, not being a particularly stupid man, scrambles up from the cool damp grass, grabs his wife from Wesley's grasp and hurries from the graveyard. Not looking back once, he starts the car speeding out of the cemetery almost colliding with another car entering through the gates. Everyone, even the non-superpowers heard the train of expletives coming from the innocent bystander.

Spike, who has since extinguished his cigarette eases up behind his mate gently turning her towards him, clutching her close to his chest. The second she was safe and secure in his arms she began to cry, "Oh God Spike," gasp, "I was…I was going to kill him. If he said a single word," gasp, "he would have been dead."

Spike strokes her hair, "No you wouldn't have," he says with conviction, "it's no surprise that you wanted too, it's natural to feel that way luv. He killed your parent's, took them away from you."

"But, I'm the Slayer, if I think that he should die my Slayer kicks in and," sniffle, Liz burrows her head deeper into Spike's chest, "Christ, I could have killed him." She tightens her hold on his jacket.

Cordelia and Fred, who had just moments after Phillip left in a rush came back with Lucas, had tears in their eyes listening to Liz and watching Spike comfort her. "You could have, but you wouldn't have. You're heart is too pure to kill a human no matter what he's done to you." The only way she would kill a human would be if someone had hurt Lucas, then all bets were off.

Slowly her tears subside until all anybody could hear was small hiccups and a tiny laughter muffled by Spike's now undoubtedly tear soaked shirt. "Feel better now luv. Got all the nasties out?" He rumbles into her hair.

"Not yet, I have some more in there." She shakily smiles a childish grin. It's enough to let Spike know that she's going to be ok for now. That she got out the demons that were eating away at her at the moment but that there were still a few more to come later.

Spike cups her cheeks in his palms wiping at her tears with his thumb and stares into her eyes conveying all the love he feels towards her. It was then that the real world began to poke its way back into Spike and Liz's private space, the priest had arrived while Spike was comforting her, he was the one Phillip had almost run into, and he's the one that was swearing like a sailor.

"Mrs. Parker-Hamilton?" The priest questions starting at Liz. At her nod he holds out his hand, to shake hers, to which she promptly embraces with her own. "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, however I wish it wasn't because of these dire circumstances." He sadly smiles. "I've heard so much about you from my son, I'm sure you remember him."

"Umm, I don't know, who's your son?" Liz asks him while Spike stares at the priest confused as to where this guy's son knows his wife from; it could be any number of people that Liz saved. Doesn't mean she'll remember anything, or given it's Roswell it could be someone Liz dated before she met him.

No one from the Roswell group knew who this man was besides the priest that was 'special-ordered' by Fred. Coming up behind Liz, Fred rests her hand on her shoulder causing Liz to look at her. "He's Father Eliyus." That was enough to whip Liz's head around to face him again.

"Your son's Jeremy," Suddenly all the AI team knew exactly who this man was. Jeremy Eliyus is a little boy that was taken by a group of Crakus demons that had tried to get at Luke when he was two. After the AI team killed the demon that went after Luke and Liz was recovered she went on a killing spree, her targets the Crakus demons. It was there that she saved and met little Jeremy Eliyus.

"Yes, he talks about you still and has dreams about you coming into save him from the monsters. My boy just celebrated his seventh birthday last week." He smiles at her.

Liz wishes she could feel like she deserved his praise, but she doesn't. She hadn't gone to that cave to save his son; she went there to make sure that that type of demon wouldn't attack her son again. So far no new clan of Crakus had been spotted in LA, they probably heard that they'd be killed the second they arrived.

"I'm glad he's ok. And thank you for agreeing to come all the way here from LA to bury my parents." Liz noticed he wasn't a cross, which was very odd for a priest. "Umm, if you don't mind me asking, where's your cross." Not that she minded because of Spike and Angel but she was curious.

"Oh, Winifred told me not to wear it, she mentioned that umm, you had some people in your group that wouldn't appreciate it very much." He casts quick glances to Angel and Spike, nodding to them nervously.

Liz nods, "Don't worry, they won't bite." She smirks and winks up at Spike.

"I'd beg to differ luv." Spike leers down at her, the lust clear in his gaze.

Moments later everyone is gathered around the graves, everything was going all right, there was very little problems from the Pod Squad and company, the priest was speaking over the Parker's graves before they were to be lowered down. But Liz couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, she kept feeling that there was a vampire out there.

As the coffins were descending down into the holes an arm punches through Jeff's casket. The P.S. and everyone not the AI Team backed up, Liz lost all color in her face and looked like she was going to throw up, Spike and Angel's face vamped out ready for a fight. They didn't know if Liz would be able to do what needed to be done.

"No," She gasps out, "please no."

TBC