Something wicked this way comes chapter 2
"Where the hell are we?" groaned Angelus getting to his feet and looking around suspiciously.
"Ah, Angelus I'm glad to see you're here in my reality. My name is Danandril and I represent some important beings who are interested in destroying Spike and his former lover Ms. Summers," rasped Danandril a white-skinned demon with horns.
"Sounds great and all that but I am not the one for teamwork. Why shouldn't I just take Faith and get the hell out of Dodge to start my party," sneered Angelus
"What do you mean your reality?" asked an English voice Wesley had gotten to his feet and his blue eyes took in the surroundings. His Watcher mind cataloged everything around him. This wasn't his L. A because it looked and smelled too happy. Plus, there were no Bringers about. Despite his previous Watcher training, he found that even after becoming undead. He still felt like Wesley but all the things that Lilah said were making sense. What a shame that Angelus killed her. He could've had fun with the lawyer. Ah well it was water under the bridge
"Tempus sent you from your world to ours," explained Heure, "To aid us in getting revenge on Angel and Spike in this world,"
"Ah the demon of time and space," surmised Wesley, "I understand how we got here,"
"I don't know about you guys but I am looking forward to seeing B again to thank her personally for putting me in a coma. I always felt cheated that the First's armies got to take her out," snarled the brunette in black leathers who looked feral and dangerous.
"This Buff is mine Faith! As I never got to thank her for sending me to hell. Where should I start? Card? Fruit basket? Evisceration? To me, Spike of any universe will always be William the Poet with his undying love for Drusilla and mostly a worthless imbecile and an eternal victim of love," reminded Angelus with a laugh.
"Do we have accord vampires?" asked Danandril
"If we were to work for you then I want the Buff of this world to be tied up ready for me to do what I want when I want," replied Angelus with a leer.
"I see what whether soulless or not B is still the center of your universe sire," commented Vamp Faith with a hint of jealously.
"Forget about Angelus woman! Remember me?" growled Wesley bitterly. He hated it when his sire Faith was all over the psychotic Irishman.
"I made her my playmate Wes," interrupted Angelus, "So you should be on your knees thanking me for knowing that I broke her in for you,"
Vamp Faith laughed maliciously before kissing Wesley with a bestial edge but then pushing him away.
Angelus sniggered at Wesley's lustful look at the brunette. His Faithy was a beautiful monster he thought proudly.
Danandril curled his lip in disgust at the sight before exchanging a look with Heure.
"Your terms are acceptable and Mr. Gunn will brief you on the status of this world," replied Danandril and he glided away. Not wanting to hear the vampires argue amongst themselves.
"So, you're vampire huh Charles? What a delicious irony after what happened to your sister Alonna wasn't it?" scoffed Wesley as Angelus snickered maliciously. Vamp Faith giggled to herself at the dark-skinned vampire's look of rage.
"I'm a vampire now English like you, Faith and Angelus," growled Gunn trying not to let the visitors' taunts get to him.
"Yeah, but you will always be someone's lapdog which is just sad," snickered Angelus, "So you'll never be me! I have been slaughtering people with a song in my heart for centuries before you were even born Chuck,"
Gunn growled in anger. How he hated Angelus and Pryce even when he was human he thought.
"I've enough male tantrums for the rest of my unlife! So, I am looking for fun and something warm to screw until I get bored of them," snarled Vamp Faith. The beauty from South Boston thought that being undead was much easier because there was no guilt to hold her back and the rules were simpler as it was Want, Take, and Have.
A rumble in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry so she started looking for prey with the rest of the vampires following her into the night.
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The morning came around all too soon and the alarm roused the young couple from their slumber. They were still lying holding each other tightly when they woke up.
"Morning sexy," said Tabby dropping a kiss on Connor's lips.
"You're the sexy one," Connor murmured kissing her more passionately.
"No, you are…..." Tabby whispered
"We'll be here all morning arguing that one," Connor let out a low chuckle before his stomach growled with anger, "I need to get up and see if there is any food left in the fridge,"
Resisting his burgeoning desire for Tabby, he forced himself out of bed.
"Go on have your shower," urged Tabby, "I'll see if Faith went on a food run and get breakfast ready," she put on her satin blue robe, tied the waistband, and padded barefoot from the bedroom.
Connor laid his head back in the shower and let the hot water wash over his face. It seemed that despite his fears Tabby was happy staying at the Hyperion. His fears were founded on past disappointments involving Cordelia and then Tracy. He had believed that love was out of his reach until an eighteen-year-old blonde cheerleader and Slayer from Cleveland arrived in his life.
Having now dressed he headed downstairs into the kitchen where as if by magic Tabby placed a plate of pop tarts in front of him.
"Thank you," said Connor gratefully before tucking into it with gusto.
"You're welcome," Tabby smiled and sat down beside her with her plate. She slid a cup of coffee, "It looks like Faith went on a food run last night and stocked up on food,"
"Good for Faith!" said a new voice. Buffy arrived in the kitchen followed by Dawn who smiled at the young couple.
"Yeah, some of us can't live on blood you know," said Connor
"So, you ... you live here too?" inquired Buffy
"I used to. But not anymore. I go to Stanford." Answered Connor
"So, you came down for-"
"The Wolfram and Hart's Apocalypse. I had to help."
"You."
"I'm good in a fight and Angel needed my help."
"You don't look-"
"Neither do you," he said, pointedly. "Angel is my biological father."
"That blue-haired woman said but how does that work? If vampires breed which they don't shouldn't they breed little vampires?" rambled Buffy
"I was a one-shot deal," Connor replied before cringing, "I wish that I had worded that better,"
"Yeah, I think that would be best," replied Dawn, "So who is your mother? When I thought that Angel was the Lone Ranger before he met my sister,"
"I never knew her. Her name is Darla,"
"Darla? But she's a vampire and Angel killed her in my high school days," responded Buffy shocked.
"I guess she came back and her pregnancy was a big thing,"
"A big secret thing," replied Buffy. How much did Angel never tell her? She wondered.
"My dad has a hard time with losing his team apart from Spike I mean hard is an understatement so please don't make things worse," and both Buffy and Dawn saw the brooding penetrating stare that resembled Angel's. Whoa! They thought.
"I'm not here to make things worse for your father!" protested Buffy
"Slayer doesn't mean to bring the pain boyo. Girl can't help it. Do us a favor, little uncle. Leave us be. The ladies and I need to chat," said Spike leaning on the door.
"We'll take our coffees back to our room and then I'll check on Dad," said Connor and Tabby nodded.
"Good lad!" said Spike and Connor gave him an unreadable look.
How long had Spike known about Angel and Darla's son? Wondered Buffy.
They waited until the young couple left before Spike spoke again.
"So now that you're calmer Slayer what do you want to know?" asked Spike
"How long have you been back?" asked Buffy
"Oh, more than a year ago about a fortnight after we defeated the First," answered Spike
The anger from yesterday when she first saw Spike came back in full force. Her hands balled into fists and Dawn looked red in the face with fury.
"A year! What the hell were you thinking? I mourned for you! I ached for you! Wondering if I could've saved you from burning up," barked Buffy, and seeing Spike on fire to save them in that cavern was one of her worst memories.
"Have you forgotten us, Spike? While you were playing superhero with Angel," added Dawn angrily.
"Now hold on just a bloody minute platelet! I never have forgotten you or big sis," defended Spike.
"Well then why did we hear nothing from you?" asked Buffy
"I was a ghost as I mentioned before and I hardly could ask the big poof or his merry men to dial the phone for me," argued Spike
"A ghost?" questioned Buffy
"Yes, I thought I was done but then I wasn't," replied Spike, "One of Angel's friends Fred didn't know what to make of me. She reminded me of Glinda with her sweetness and kindness,"
"Well, obviously you have been corporeal for a while. So, what have you been doing? It sure as hell wasn't knocking on my door," growled Buffy
"I was made corporeal as part of a complicated plot to mess with Angel and I enjoyed beating up the Chairman of the Boring although it was for a cup of Mountain Dew. Then I was going to Rome to find you but then did some thinking. You and I hurt each other so bad in Sunnydale and coming back to you after my fiery exit would've just cheapened that. So, I stayed and did the hero thing when Angel hung up his cape," explained Spike, "When Fred died it gave me a purpose rather than being love's bitch and a reason for fighting. We killed the Circle of the Black Thorn but the Senior Partners wankers would probably want revenge, so I am going to help Broody pants and his son" he added.
Buffy stared at him in the past day she had found the man she loved and lost was not dead but working with her first love his grandsire. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Spike had been hers in Sunnydale. Now he wanted to stay here and work with Angel instead of leaving with her.
Spike touched her face, just like the night he had given hope back to her. But this time she didn't flinch. Although she closed her eyes trying to fight her tears.
"Buffy when I burned up, I gave you a chance to find yourself without being saddled by our volatile relationship. Although I never expected to hear that you had fallen for that bastard the Immortal," reasoned Spike
"What does Alberto have to do with this?" asked Buffy
"He slept with Darla and Drusilla concurrently a hundred years ago in Rome. Did he ever tell you about that? Then he messed with us over the demon's head while we were trying to prevent a demonic gang war," complained Spike
"I'm sure the business with the demon's head was just a prank! No, he didn't tell me that he knew you or Angel," growled Buffy prodding his chest with her finger, "My ex-boyfriend is not up for discussion. This is about you being a secrety guy hiding away with Angel,"
Dawn shuddered at the idea of her sister's former boyfriend sleeping with Darla and Drusilla at the same time. She never liked the Italian playboy because he was smarmy and was no Spike! The former key thought to herself.
Spike looked down, thoughtful again now. "And you not being there helped... it's hard to think things through when we're together. I just want to be whomever you need. And that is..." he thought for a moment, "It's not always enough, you deserve more than that. Spike the former love's bitch and the obsessed stalker is not what you need,"
She didn't know what to say, but she believed that she was beginning to comprehend him and although it was upsetting, she was also pleased for him - of how far he had come. More than her she realized. He knew who he was now. He had selected the route for his unlife, eyes open and knowing what he had to do and give up.
Suddenly shy, Spike spoke again:
"But... did you mean what you said? I mean... you gave me so much more than I ever believed possible - you believed in me, you let me into your life despite what I have done to you and your Scoobies, you chose me as your Champion, but..."
Spike looked at her and his sad blue eyes were full of despondency. "Could I... could I have been The One for you? Not Captain Forehead or that Immortal pillock,"
I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy.
His words were still imprinted in her mind, and the petite blonde finally grasped what he was trying to say. She swallowed and asked something that had been stewing in her for more than a year now. "Was that why you told me no when I told you that I loved you...in...in the Hellmouth? Because I didn't love you as you love me?"
He seemed taken aback. "Um, no not actually. I think..." There came a distant look in his eyes. "I didn't need it. I just wanted you to get yourself, the Slayers, and your bloody Scoobies the hell out of there and to love someone who wasn't about to die." His eyes were still reserved before he added, "It was so clear to me Luv,"
Buffy offered a genuine grin, "I remember. And I was happy for you and I think for a long time I was scared of loving you because if I gave into your charms there would be no going back. There would be only you Spike,"
Dawn squealed with joy before she hugged them both.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch to you Spike in Sunnydale and for calling you a bastard," whispered Dawn in his ear
"Now Nibblet none of that as you've had every right to hate me for what I did to your sister," soothed Spike.
At a bar later that night with a small crowd waiting outside on the steps The D. J plays techno music so that people dance to it.
Next to Connor, a girl is dancing with him. She's got long honey blonde slightly wavy hair, slim, wearing tight hip-hugging blue jeans, and a tight, sheer blouse that's off one shoulder and bares the midriff. She's dancing with him very sexily, gyrating her hips and running her hands through her hair.
Then there is a sudden scream and several men with disfigured faces walk in followed by a dark-skinned man with a shaved head who eyes Connor with a menacing look.
Several club goers scream in terror at the sight of the disfigured people.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We are tonight's entertainment!" yelled out one of the vampires.
"Baby Angel is that you?" sneered the leader