Title: Prophecy

Name: Joy       

Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com

"They're going to be up there for a while right?" Xander asked after the ceremony was finished. Spike had carried Buffy up to their room. "I mean we aren't going to hear them?"

            "Sound proof room," Cordy said simply looking through one of the watcher's diaries. "They'll have definitely conceived a child at the end of this round."

            "I don't need to think about that," Dawn said sleepily. "Call us when you need us," she said taking Wolf by the hand.

            "They're going to be…" Xander began to say.

            "Yes, Xander their going to be upstairs for a while," Willow sighed. "They will probably be having sex too. We can't stop them because they got hitched today. This should be their honeymoon…. I still haven't figured out what we're going to tell Social Services."

            "It should be a non-issue since she had the legal permission of her guardian to get married," Fred said simply. "They can't take her away, because in the eyes of the law she's now an adult."

            "You know everything about everything, don't you?" Gunn said with a smile.

            "Hey, Hey, Hey… No flirting near the books…" Xander said annoyed. "…Or near tired people who aren't getting any right now."

            "Oh… We could all take a sex break," Anya offered. The LA group just looked at each other dumbly. "You guys could have a three-way," she said to Wesley, Gunn, and Fred.

            "Anya!" a general cry of disgust went up.

            "We'll be back in a few," Xander said dragging Anya from the room muttering about appropriate statements. The group tried to settle back down which was soon disturbed by the sound the shower starting and rhythmic thumping.

            "Damn… What is it with you people and showers?" Gunn demanded. Willow shook her head.

"I think I found it," Tara said suddenly. She looked at Angel for confirmation; "The watcher writes that a second century monk was receiving visions of something called a Nephilim?"

            Angel spun around to look at Father Gabriel who was merely waiting his fate amongst the strange band of friends. "You never did explain that part," the vampire said.

            "Let her read to you what he wrote… Confirm I spoke the truth."

            Tara nodded and continued. "The watcher translated the vision as best he could. It was a very specific Nephilim. All the images were that of the Old Testament. It took the watcher a long time to realize that the reference to The Sons of God, in the churches mind were Fallen Angels, since no heavenly being would have intercourse with a human since it was against the laws of God. He then realized that all 'Fallen Angels' were either demons or vampires since the monk would have no other reference for evil. So a demon or vampire would sleep with a human and get her pregnant."

She continued, "However the monk was specific in his description of the mother. She would be cut down in a battle with a powerful fallen angel but rise to defeat him. She would be stronger then any man of earth and possess the will that would rival God's. She would be a champion among the people but be unseen by them."

Tara looked Angel in the eye afraid to continue. He simply nodded at her. She spoke, "The text then says, 'And in the day when demons have souls and women dance with death so shall a Nephilim be brought forth. As in days of old she will be known of great and terrible renowned. She will possess all that is an angel and all that is a devil, and she will cut down many in her countless years. Unknown in shape and form, she will rule over their minds and bring bliss in her bite. And blood will sustain her. She will walk in the darkness and the light but be swallowed by neither.'"

Angel looked at Gabriel but addressed Tara, "What does the Watcher write in response to the prophecy?"

"He doesn't really… He doesn't seem to think it is a prophecy. He believes it was something obverted. Something that was meant to be but didn't happen."

"He believes his own slayer was to be the mother and was now dead," Wesley commented.

"There is a reference though of a personal journal… Do you have it?" Tara asked.

"Yes but I didn't look at it very well…" Wesley answered only to have the book yanked from his hand by the blond witch.

She compared the dates and found what she was looking for. "There is a dhampire population in Romania that is left untouched by the Council. I finally found out why. These dhampires hunt vampires for survival. They are dangerous to both vampires and man so they have chosen the side of man. But there is also the hope by the council to find the 'Nephilim' amongst them. I do not think the Council will be satisfied until they find it. If I tell them my findings I am sure more dhampires will be born at their hands. I am beginning to wonder if that was not their intention all along and my slayer paid with her life for it…"

Tara flipped a few pages, "Oh my…"

"What's wrong?" Angel asked quickly.

"The watcher changed his mind…He knew about Spike…mentions him by name," she said in bewildered fear. "His entire vampiric existence has been rigged."

"What are you talking about?" Angel snapped. "I was there, remember? He was random…"

"No he wasn't… According to this he found writings from a Watcher in the late 1880's. It mentions the prophecy about the seventh of seven. It's not a legend really, but more a demonic curse. The entire seventh generation had a first-born male and each was turned. The watcher knew it was going to happen to Spike eventually, so he just waited until he was turned. The records they have of Spike's activity are beyond most vampires. They maneuvered a slayer into his path hoping for some connection but he merely killed her…"

"What do you want to bet they sent the Slayer in New York he killed to him for another try at it?" Cordelia said quite annoyed.

"But they didn't send him to Buffy. They sent me," Angel argued.
            "Whom he needed to make Dru better," Cordy reminded him. "Once again sending Spike back into the potential arms of the slayer."

"They tried to fulfill the prophecy with other vampires but Spike was always the odds on favorite to get it done," Willow said sadly.

"So Angelus?" Gabriel said in his thick accent. "I am to be believed now?"

Angel glared. "When Buffy and Spike are done with the ritual I'll tell them you've been forthcoming."

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Spike lit candles all around the room and turned on soft music in the background. Buffy lay back on the bed waiting for him to join her. He crawled up her body as he got on the bed. "This time luv… I'll take the lead." Buffy nodded obediently. She screwed up last time. This time she would let him make it perfect.

            He stroked her cheek lightly. "This will probably be a little different now that William is joining us… Hopefully he'll still let me play rough when you want to," he whispered as he stroked his fingers down her neck and into her shirt. Buffy whimpered softly. "Like that?" She nodded and bit her lip. "Good."

            Spike swiftly removed Buffy's top and feasted on the tops of her breasts. He nuzzled her chest, pulling her bra down enough to latch on to her nipple. Buffy stroked Spike's hair with her fingers. "That feels so good…" she gasped as he lightly nipped at the tip of her nipple in his mouth.

He continued to distract her as he unbuttoned her pants. Buffy keened, racking her fingers down Spike's back as she squirmed under his touch. "Am I really supposed to just lie back and take it?" Buffy whimpered while Spike's fingers continued to play against her over sensitized flesh.

"You know it baby," he smirked against her stomach as he kissed his way down her body.

She mewed as he got to his destination. "Aren't…aren't you supposed to suck me?" The high-pitched squeal she made was hard on the ears. "I…I…meant…Oh god…my neck…Oh…. Ahhh…"

"Later…" he whispered against her flesh just before he caused her to begin to swear in ecstasy.

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Wesley and Tara went about coping the important pages from the journals. Angel observed Xander return from the bedroom he had been using a few minutes prior. "Will?" Xander tapped Willow on the shoulder. They talked about all that had been discovered while he was at play.

"I think its time for Anya & I to leave. No one is watching Sunnydale at the moment. And judging by what's been happening here we may be swarmed with the Council," he said trying to make it sound important for Anya and he to leave.

"What about the Wolves?" she asked.

"I will be going before them for you," Gabriel said standing proudly.

"Call us if there's anything going on. Tara and I will stay here but I think we'll be heading back as soon as we can. I don't like the Hellmouth unprotected anymore then you do," Willow said. "I'm going to try to convince Buffy we need to leave soon, just for safety sake."

"What about Faith?" Cordy asked.

"Huh?" Xander and Willow asked at once.

"We'll worry about her tonight," Angel said simply. "She may stay here with us for protection rather then heading to Sunnydale."

"Great…protect a slayer. I know how that goes…" Cordelia shook her head.

"I'm ready," Anya announced dropping her bag on the floor. "Say goodbye to the Summers for us, since we don't know when they'll stop having sex."

Willow shook her head. "Sure Anya… Bye Xander," she said hugging him. Goodbyes were past around and the couple headed home.

"Angelus…" Gabriel addressed the vampire. "I suggest you and I present the young Ulrich's situation to the elders. I believe they will understand."

"Fine… But stop calling my Angelus. Angel," he corrected the Father.

"Yes… We should make way."

"Fine… Fred please come with. If they have any questions about Wolf's…condition…with the wings…you're the best person to explain," Angel asked. She nodded. "We'll have to take the Desoto so I won't get toasted."

"I will drive," Gabriel informed him.

"Fine."

When the three had left Cordelia said, "Does anyone else get the feeling the Wolves are the least of our worries now?"

Willow raised her eyebrows, "Safe assumption. Then again we may get a whole army of Calebs rather then just one."

"Come on guys…Finish up so we can start planning," Cordy mumbled at the ceiling.

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Spike and Buffy made love very slowly, touching gently and kissing passionately. Buffy was vaguely aware that things were different then before. If it were possible to say William was beginning to love her as Spike did. Buffy looked into his eyes and saw William there just beneath the surface. "Love me, William," she whispered.

The sweat on Spike's face glistened and his breath became even more haggard. He groaned, "You're… gonna… push me… over… the edge… saying… things… like that."

She kissed his forehead. "Let's do the ritual," she whispered.

He continued to move slowly in and out and kissed her lightly. He bit her neck drinking deeply so things would move quickly once he started to speak the words. Buffy and he were both barely containing their own releases.

They locked eyes. "You are mine," he whispered so intensely her womb clenched. "Stop that pet or I'm not going to make it." She giggled a little and held him close before they began again. "You are mine. None before…None after. Mine in body, mind, and spirit." He bit down again on the wound he made earlier.

Spike savagely bit his wrist and gave it to a teetering Buffy. "Blood of my blood… Be in me… Drink me in…my love…my mate." With that he bit a third time into Buffy's flesh this time while moving inside her. She sucked hard on Spike's wrist as her womb began to quake.

All voluntary motion but the swallowing of blood stopped. Their bodies fell over the edge together quaking and shaking with unrivalled pleasure. They just road the feeling peacefully, not pushing for any more sensation.

 When Buffy opened her eyes again she saw stars swimming in her line of sight and her body was still quivering. She could hear Spike panting and moaning on top of her. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

"Still…cumming," he groaned. "God… You just keep milking me…" She smiled and kissed his neck as she internally clenched him. "Ahhh… Pet please… I'm begging… stop…" Buffy just stroked his back and kissed his throat.

She smirked but then noticed that they were surrounded by translucent beings running their hands over the air the way the leader hand run his hands over Cordelia's body to heal her. It became suddenly so clear. Everything that had happened that day had led to that moment. The beings were making sure Hope was conceived and protected.

The End.

Third in the series: Conception. First chapter is up now.