She was floating. She couldn't describe the feeling of peace invading her mind. Blackness surrounded her and silence was her world. She could have stayed there forever. Nothing mattered, only peace. But a soft voice was pulling at her, calling her. She felt strangely attached to the voice and the body and the blood... Spike. Everything came back to her in a tidal wave of souvenirs. Her sire.
Putting aside the peacefull sensation, she ran toward the voice, needing to feel the cold arms around her, needing to laugh with her grandsire again, needing to see the cold dead bodies of her old friends laying at her feet.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Cold blue ones stared at hers. She smiled. "Hey."
He too smiled at her gently. "How are you feeling pet?"
"Feeling great. Starving but great." She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Looking around her, she noticed she wasn't in a familiar place. This wasn't her room or Drusilla's or Spike's. [Where the hell am I?] And she asked him just that.
He chuckled when he heard her swear, not use to it. "We're in Germany, pet." As she raised an eyebrow, he continued. "No need for the slayer to know sooner than expected that you've been turned. The only regrets I have is I won't be able to see my poof of a grandsire feeling nervous."
"Why's that?" Willow asked him, not entirely sure why he had bring Angel in this conversation.
"Because he is connected to me and Drusilla. We are part of his family. He is going to feel a new childe by the bond." He kissed his childe lightly and pushed her toward the door. "Come on, brat. Lets find Dru in the city."
"Can you teach me how to hunt?" she asked him with a little smile.
He laughed out loud at her childish question. [Of course I'm going to teach her how to hunt!] Then, he realized she *was* a child in the vampire world. She was new to all this, but he had no doubt that she'd be a deadly immortal.
A head with brown hair appeared at the door. "Are you two coming or are you waiting the rising sun?" Not waiting for an answer, Drusilla got to the front door and jumped in the night. She slowed down her rythm when she heard her childe and his childe hurrying after her. "Unlife is starting to get very interesting."
* * *
"OUCH!!"
"Come on, pet." Spike sighed as he saw his childe crumpled on the floor once more. "I know you can do it." He gave her his hand to stand up.
Willow sneered. "Yeah. In the next millenia."
"Don't be so negative. Come on. One more time." KICK! PUNCH! "Don't look at my hands." PUNCH! "The whole body, Willow!"
"Ugh!" she moaned as she fell on the floor. "I hate your feet."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because they always make me fall down." She stood up and took a look at the clock. "Great. Magic training session with your *mommy*." She gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the gym to fing Dru... somewhere in the enormous garden. After a quick search, she found her at the top of the hill, head up and looking at the moon. "What are you doing, Dru?" she asked, looking curiously at the raven haired woman.
Slowly, Drusilla opened her eyes and examined the newly made vampire standing beside her. She truly was a beautiful childe and a very skilled killer. Beauty and innocence was an exceptional duo. Add intelligence and deadly to that and it was a perfect combinaison to make the perfect vampire. In other words, Willow.
Dru pated the ground, motioning to her grandchilde to sit beside her. The redhead sat next to her and listened carefully to her new lesson. "You already started to learn magic, little tree. But have you ever tried to find out where all the power come from? A spell is words but the true power of it is from the elements." Seeing the young vampire a bit confused, she decided an exemple would probably help. "Close your eyes. Relax, don't think about anything. Reach around you, pull the strings, find the sources."
Willow was floating. She felt the air move around her body and earth move under her. She new it was just an impression, but the feeling was incredible. "Wow!"
Dru smiled. She stood up, pulling the red head with her. "Come on, pet. Lets go find something to eat." They walked to the forged door of the garden and went prowling the streets of Berlin in search of fools wandering outside at night.
* * *
Full, Willow let the body fall to the ground. She sighed, the blood of the now dead man refueling her body with much needed energy.
Spike stalked her playfully, his eyes locking on the small trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth. His eyes darkened. He trapped his childe between him and the wall. He caught the blood with his tongue and took her mouth in a possessive kiss.
Willow was lost, drowning in Spike's kiss. It was the first time in 2 weeks, since she had been turned, that her sire was kissing her with passion. But something was missing... Suddenly, the kiss stopped, but Spike's lips were gone only to be replaced by soft ones. Willow held the head, her fingers playing with the soft long hair of Drusilla. She broke the embrace when her sire suckled on the tender skin of her neck. "Can we go home now? I'm not too kind of fucking you two in a dirty alley."
Drusilla shared an amused smile with her childe at the red head swearing. The were getting used to it, but it was still weird hearing those words getting out of sweet innocent Willow. "You able to wait until we get home, childe?"
Without answering, Spike picked the redhead up and swung her on his shoulder. He ran to the mansion, a young vampire squeeling in his back and a master vampiress following, giggling like a little girl. The not-so-crazed vampire watched the streck of blond hair in a hurry and his childe obviously enjoying herself. "Mine."
* * *
Willow clicked on the mail icon, reading carefully at what her informator had written her about the scoobies. She had kept tabs on them to be prepared for anything. She didn't like to be surprised by unsuspected events.
Spike watched her, concentrated on the screen before her. He saw the wheels turning in that smart brain and could almost hear her thoughts and ideas about revenge on them all. Suddenly, he saw her eyes brightened and she laughed out loud. "What is it, pet?" he asked, curious about what had made his childe burst into laughing.
Finally noticing him, she turned to take a peek at him. [Damn, does he look good!] She shook her head to clear her mind. "The new slayer, Faith, turned her back on Slutty. Looks like she thought *B* was too much of a goody-two-shoes. I like her."
Something was bothering her, he knew it. It wasn't like her to get lost in space. She was concentrating, asking herself some things. "What is it, luv?" he asked her for the second time this evening. He saw a brief look of worry and panic cross her face. [What could make her worry that much?] "Come on, talk to daddy."
A dancing figure passed beside them, clutching a doll to her chest. "Miss Edith told me my grandchilde wants to go home."
"Home?" A frown marred Spike's face. "Why would you want to go back to Sunnyhell? I know you want revenge, but I wasn't expecting to go back to that rathole for a couple of years."
"And wait till they're all dead? No thanks." She sighed when she saw that he wasn't convinced. He was quite reluctant. "Please, sire," she begged, neeling before him. "You know I'm ready. It's been eight months. You and Dru have been training me an hour each every night since I was turned." He was starting to let go but the wall was still up. [Stubborn vampire!] She grinned at him and squeezed is ass. "Beside, I'll make it up to you." He gasped and she laughed.
"When did you get so devious, childe?"
She winked at him. "I had a good teacher. So, *dad*, can we go back?"
Drusilla joined in. "Yes, can we?"
"I hate it when you two gang up on me."
"That's not what you said last night," Dru told him. He glared at her. "What?" she asked innocently.
He sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright. Sunnyhell, you better watch out."
Drusilla and Willow jumped up and down in glee. "Are we there yet?" they asked.
He rolled his eyes and looked up. "What did I do to get these two?"
* * *
Sunnydale, 3 days later
Three shadows turned on the corner of the street, arms full of bags. In an alley not far from there, five minions watched the easy prey walking slowly down the street. Yellow eyes followed their steps, getting out of their hiding place. In a flash, the five minions jumped on the two females accompanied with a man... They didn't have time to actually hurt them before they fell flat on the ground, the leader pinned to the wall by a brown haired master vampire. The four others looked fearfully at the blond man in game face and a slight red head whom eyes were flashing dangerously.
Squeezing the leader's throat, Drusilla growled in furry. "How dare you attack my family?!" In rage, she teared out his throat and watched in a daze as he disappeared in a burts of dust. She giggled wildly and turned to her childe. "He's all 'poof'!"
"That he is, pet," Spike said, still glaring at the afraid minions laying at his feet, trembling at the sight of the fragile-looking woman who had just killed their leader. "Now, what about those four losers?"
Willow grinned evilly at them, watching in amusement as their eyes widened when she let the magic flow around her hands. In a fast flick of the wrist, the beam of light entered one of the vamps chest and he exploded into dust. She laughed at the other astonished looks. "I love this," she said much more to herself than anyone else.
Her sire stepped close to the minions. "Listen up! Spread the words. Spike and his family are in town and I want to establish myself as the master. If the slayer ask too many questions around, just tell her to go fuck herself. Got it?" The bunch of scared kittens standed up and ran away, their skin crawling at hearing the three other vampires laughing.
* * *
Sunnydale High School, library
"They just told me to go fuck myself," the slayer whinned.
"You're right," Xander said. "No vamps would tell you something like that in fear that you'll kick their ass good."
Buffy turned toward her watcher. "Giles, something big is going on. Even the minions won't tell me anything. You said it yourself one time. When scary things get scared, not good. The last time something like that happened, Angelus tried to suck the whole world into hell, no offense Angel."
The dark vampire grimaced at the mention of his double's name. "Thanks for reminding me," he told her sarcastickly. He knew that she was right, but he didn't tell her so. Something was pulling at him, but he didn't know what. Somehow, he doubted it was Drusilla and Spike. He couldn't picture his grandchilde to even *consider* coming back to Sunnydale.
"Angel, could you ask around?" Giles asked him.
"Sure," the vampire answered.
"In the time being, I suggest that you continue your patrols like normal, Buffy. Xander and Cordelia should come with you." The slayer and the two slayerettes left the library, the dark vampire following behind them.
A dark figure with red hair smile in the shadows of the stacks. "Soon."
Putting aside the peacefull sensation, she ran toward the voice, needing to feel the cold arms around her, needing to laugh with her grandsire again, needing to see the cold dead bodies of her old friends laying at her feet.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Cold blue ones stared at hers. She smiled. "Hey."
He too smiled at her gently. "How are you feeling pet?"
"Feeling great. Starving but great." She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Looking around her, she noticed she wasn't in a familiar place. This wasn't her room or Drusilla's or Spike's. [Where the hell am I?] And she asked him just that.
He chuckled when he heard her swear, not use to it. "We're in Germany, pet." As she raised an eyebrow, he continued. "No need for the slayer to know sooner than expected that you've been turned. The only regrets I have is I won't be able to see my poof of a grandsire feeling nervous."
"Why's that?" Willow asked him, not entirely sure why he had bring Angel in this conversation.
"Because he is connected to me and Drusilla. We are part of his family. He is going to feel a new childe by the bond." He kissed his childe lightly and pushed her toward the door. "Come on, brat. Lets find Dru in the city."
"Can you teach me how to hunt?" she asked him with a little smile.
He laughed out loud at her childish question. [Of course I'm going to teach her how to hunt!] Then, he realized she *was* a child in the vampire world. She was new to all this, but he had no doubt that she'd be a deadly immortal.
A head with brown hair appeared at the door. "Are you two coming or are you waiting the rising sun?" Not waiting for an answer, Drusilla got to the front door and jumped in the night. She slowed down her rythm when she heard her childe and his childe hurrying after her. "Unlife is starting to get very interesting."
* * *
"OUCH!!"
"Come on, pet." Spike sighed as he saw his childe crumpled on the floor once more. "I know you can do it." He gave her his hand to stand up.
Willow sneered. "Yeah. In the next millenia."
"Don't be so negative. Come on. One more time." KICK! PUNCH! "Don't look at my hands." PUNCH! "The whole body, Willow!"
"Ugh!" she moaned as she fell on the floor. "I hate your feet."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because they always make me fall down." She stood up and took a look at the clock. "Great. Magic training session with your *mommy*." She gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving the gym to fing Dru... somewhere in the enormous garden. After a quick search, she found her at the top of the hill, head up and looking at the moon. "What are you doing, Dru?" she asked, looking curiously at the raven haired woman.
Slowly, Drusilla opened her eyes and examined the newly made vampire standing beside her. She truly was a beautiful childe and a very skilled killer. Beauty and innocence was an exceptional duo. Add intelligence and deadly to that and it was a perfect combinaison to make the perfect vampire. In other words, Willow.
Dru pated the ground, motioning to her grandchilde to sit beside her. The redhead sat next to her and listened carefully to her new lesson. "You already started to learn magic, little tree. But have you ever tried to find out where all the power come from? A spell is words but the true power of it is from the elements." Seeing the young vampire a bit confused, she decided an exemple would probably help. "Close your eyes. Relax, don't think about anything. Reach around you, pull the strings, find the sources."
Willow was floating. She felt the air move around her body and earth move under her. She new it was just an impression, but the feeling was incredible. "Wow!"
Dru smiled. She stood up, pulling the red head with her. "Come on, pet. Lets go find something to eat." They walked to the forged door of the garden and went prowling the streets of Berlin in search of fools wandering outside at night.
* * *
Full, Willow let the body fall to the ground. She sighed, the blood of the now dead man refueling her body with much needed energy.
Spike stalked her playfully, his eyes locking on the small trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth. His eyes darkened. He trapped his childe between him and the wall. He caught the blood with his tongue and took her mouth in a possessive kiss.
Willow was lost, drowning in Spike's kiss. It was the first time in 2 weeks, since she had been turned, that her sire was kissing her with passion. But something was missing... Suddenly, the kiss stopped, but Spike's lips were gone only to be replaced by soft ones. Willow held the head, her fingers playing with the soft long hair of Drusilla. She broke the embrace when her sire suckled on the tender skin of her neck. "Can we go home now? I'm not too kind of fucking you two in a dirty alley."
Drusilla shared an amused smile with her childe at the red head swearing. The were getting used to it, but it was still weird hearing those words getting out of sweet innocent Willow. "You able to wait until we get home, childe?"
Without answering, Spike picked the redhead up and swung her on his shoulder. He ran to the mansion, a young vampire squeeling in his back and a master vampiress following, giggling like a little girl. The not-so-crazed vampire watched the streck of blond hair in a hurry and his childe obviously enjoying herself. "Mine."
* * *
Willow clicked on the mail icon, reading carefully at what her informator had written her about the scoobies. She had kept tabs on them to be prepared for anything. She didn't like to be surprised by unsuspected events.
Spike watched her, concentrated on the screen before her. He saw the wheels turning in that smart brain and could almost hear her thoughts and ideas about revenge on them all. Suddenly, he saw her eyes brightened and she laughed out loud. "What is it, pet?" he asked, curious about what had made his childe burst into laughing.
Finally noticing him, she turned to take a peek at him. [Damn, does he look good!] She shook her head to clear her mind. "The new slayer, Faith, turned her back on Slutty. Looks like she thought *B* was too much of a goody-two-shoes. I like her."
Something was bothering her, he knew it. It wasn't like her to get lost in space. She was concentrating, asking herself some things. "What is it, luv?" he asked her for the second time this evening. He saw a brief look of worry and panic cross her face. [What could make her worry that much?] "Come on, talk to daddy."
A dancing figure passed beside them, clutching a doll to her chest. "Miss Edith told me my grandchilde wants to go home."
"Home?" A frown marred Spike's face. "Why would you want to go back to Sunnyhell? I know you want revenge, but I wasn't expecting to go back to that rathole for a couple of years."
"And wait till they're all dead? No thanks." She sighed when she saw that he wasn't convinced. He was quite reluctant. "Please, sire," she begged, neeling before him. "You know I'm ready. It's been eight months. You and Dru have been training me an hour each every night since I was turned." He was starting to let go but the wall was still up. [Stubborn vampire!] She grinned at him and squeezed is ass. "Beside, I'll make it up to you." He gasped and she laughed.
"When did you get so devious, childe?"
She winked at him. "I had a good teacher. So, *dad*, can we go back?"
Drusilla joined in. "Yes, can we?"
"I hate it when you two gang up on me."
"That's not what you said last night," Dru told him. He glared at her. "What?" she asked innocently.
He sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright. Sunnyhell, you better watch out."
Drusilla and Willow jumped up and down in glee. "Are we there yet?" they asked.
He rolled his eyes and looked up. "What did I do to get these two?"
* * *
Sunnydale, 3 days later
Three shadows turned on the corner of the street, arms full of bags. In an alley not far from there, five minions watched the easy prey walking slowly down the street. Yellow eyes followed their steps, getting out of their hiding place. In a flash, the five minions jumped on the two females accompanied with a man... They didn't have time to actually hurt them before they fell flat on the ground, the leader pinned to the wall by a brown haired master vampire. The four others looked fearfully at the blond man in game face and a slight red head whom eyes were flashing dangerously.
Squeezing the leader's throat, Drusilla growled in furry. "How dare you attack my family?!" In rage, she teared out his throat and watched in a daze as he disappeared in a burts of dust. She giggled wildly and turned to her childe. "He's all 'poof'!"
"That he is, pet," Spike said, still glaring at the afraid minions laying at his feet, trembling at the sight of the fragile-looking woman who had just killed their leader. "Now, what about those four losers?"
Willow grinned evilly at them, watching in amusement as their eyes widened when she let the magic flow around her hands. In a fast flick of the wrist, the beam of light entered one of the vamps chest and he exploded into dust. She laughed at the other astonished looks. "I love this," she said much more to herself than anyone else.
Her sire stepped close to the minions. "Listen up! Spread the words. Spike and his family are in town and I want to establish myself as the master. If the slayer ask too many questions around, just tell her to go fuck herself. Got it?" The bunch of scared kittens standed up and ran away, their skin crawling at hearing the three other vampires laughing.
* * *
Sunnydale High School, library
"They just told me to go fuck myself," the slayer whinned.
"You're right," Xander said. "No vamps would tell you something like that in fear that you'll kick their ass good."
Buffy turned toward her watcher. "Giles, something big is going on. Even the minions won't tell me anything. You said it yourself one time. When scary things get scared, not good. The last time something like that happened, Angelus tried to suck the whole world into hell, no offense Angel."
The dark vampire grimaced at the mention of his double's name. "Thanks for reminding me," he told her sarcastickly. He knew that she was right, but he didn't tell her so. Something was pulling at him, but he didn't know what. Somehow, he doubted it was Drusilla and Spike. He couldn't picture his grandchilde to even *consider* coming back to Sunnydale.
"Angel, could you ask around?" Giles asked him.
"Sure," the vampire answered.
"In the time being, I suggest that you continue your patrols like normal, Buffy. Xander and Cordelia should come with you." The slayer and the two slayerettes left the library, the dark vampire following behind them.
A dark figure with red hair smile in the shadows of the stacks. "Soon."
