Authors Note: Guys I really tried to write this last chapter in POV, in fact I tried to use so many characters that I ran out of one to pick from in the end. So I eventually decided not to write this last chapter in POV even though I know how much you were enjoying that Sorry. Well I hope you still enjoy this chapter none the less, and I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed and gave me comments about this, I really did enjoy writing it even though at times it made my head hurt, I would like to say an especially huge thank you to both Ebs for being my beta and helping me out and also to my mom for putting up with my tantrums and helping me in anyway she could. Thanks everyone Luv Wil-Ok so enough with my rambling on with the final chapter…….

Our Day Will Come

Baby sat up suddenly in her bed, pulling the covers up against her chest in an attempt to prevent the chill that would undoubtedly run through her had she been human. She peered around the darkened hotel room, suddenly remembering the stages of events that had lead to her being there.

From outside of the room, she could hear a dull banging and clanging. She sat motionless for a moment as her mind raced, trying to pick out certain sounds, voices, or words that would give her some kind of inclination of what was happening elsewhere in the Hyperion hotel. When nothing in particular stuck out, she decided to go and see for herself.

Not bothering to switch the lights on, she reached her hand out and searched for a T-shirt. Eventually finding one, she headed out into the corridor. As soon as she was in the corridor, the banging and clanging volume increased and, as she padded bare foot down the corridor towards the staircase, various pieces of conversation could be heard.

"Who are you freaks? Let me out of here. What the hell you want with me!!!" a voice she didn't recognise cried. It was followed by the screech of chair legs against tiled flooring.

Baby made her way down the stairs and into the lobby. Seeing the curtains drawn across the window of Angel's office, her suspicions of what exactly was going on increased. She headed towards the open doorway.

Spike tightened his grip around the young warlock's throat as he moved to begin questioning the boy. When the boys frightened gaze suddenly darted to the open doorway, Spike paused in his actions. He turned to follow the boy's gaze. When his eyes fell on Baby dressed in only a t-shirt, he turned, letting go of the boy's throat and marched toward his wife and consort

"Spike, what's going on?" Baby asked sleepily as she studied the frightened brown haired boy who was tied to one of the chairs.

Spike pulled the office door shut as he came to stand in front of her. Before her vision was blocked, she caught sight of Jean and René moving to stand either side of the warlock.

"Nothing, luv," Spike began, answering her earlier question. "Just asking him a few questions is all. You should go back to bed, get some rest after all you've been through," he continued guiding her towards the staircase.

She began up towards their room, contemplating whether or not to question Spike further. Instead, after a couple of steps, she stopped and turned towards him. "Does he have something to do with what happened?" she asked anxiously, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.

Spike noted her trepidation. "That's what we're trying to find out dove" he replied simply before turning around and walking back in to the office leaving Baby to make her way back to bed.

Spike opened the door to the office and walked inside, making sure to close it behind him; he nodded towards his two childer to indicate that everything was ok with Baby before marching towards the boy and kneeling down in down in front of him.

The warlock watched Spike's every move. He swallowed hard and then nervously moved to speak. "You…Y…You're…..Spike??" he stuttered anxiously.

"Ten out of ten for observation," Spike replied coldly.

"So, so, err, that must be Baby right?" he continued.

Spike raised an enquiring brow.

"And that René and that's Jean," he answered indicating the two vamps that towered menacingly behind the boy's chair. He didn't dare move to look back at them.

"Right then. Now that we're done with the introductions, let's get back down to business," Spike finished angrily.

"Holy shit!" the boy cried, suddenly finding an urgency to test his restraints.

Spike was pretty sure the boy had no chance of breaking the rope that tightly bound him to the chair. Even if he did, Spike was positive that the boy wouldn't be getting very far whilst being in the same rooms as three deadly vampires. Spike shifted to rest on the balls of his feet as he waited for the warlock to stop struggling. When he eventually did Spike asked, "What do you know about Baby and Angel losing their souls?"

The boy looked blankly at him. Spike wasn't sure whether or not the warlock had heard him or whether he was waiting to be given permission to speak. But seeing as though he had spoke freely before Spike presumed it was the former. He repeated himself slowly through gritted teeth, his patience rapidly beginning to tear.

When he had finished the boy began to shake his head frantically. "I got no idea what you're on about, man. I got nothing to do with any spell concerning your chick. I only ever heard of you guys because you're, like, infamous. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone and anyone whose got something to do with magic or demons ain't heard of you," he rambled.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Look mate" he began warningly. "According to my boys here, the bloke at the magic shop says you brought the ingredients to perform a soul removal spell 7 days ago." He moved his hands to the boy's collar threateningly.

Pulling away from that face only inches from his own, the boy swallowed nervously. "Err…yeah I did, but it was for this guy. I had no idea it was anything to do with you guys, because if I had of I would never have done it. I mean, what do you think I am stupid or something?" he insisted

"What was his name?" Spike asked

"Err… Travis, Travers, something or the other. I didn't really catch it, more interested in the cash he was waving around." He chuckled to himself.

Spikes face turned cold as the name Travers instantly caused alarm bells to ring.

"Wouldn't have been Quentin Travers by any chance would it?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's the guy. Old, stuffy, British guy, wearing a suit. Why you know the guy?"

"Quite well actually," Spike replied, loosening his grip on the warlock's collar slightly. "Did he say why he wanted you to do the spell?"

"Err he said something about a Slayer and getting what they deserve. I really don't know. All him and the other guy with him told me was that I had to perform it on two vampires. He didn't tell me their names. Maybe he was hoping that if Angelus and Baby hadn't got their souls and they went all rampagy as vamps tend to do, that perhaps the Slayer would dust em, you know what I mean?"

"Maybe you're right," Spike replied as he let go of the boy and stood up. Walking back to the door, he turned briefly to Jean and René. "Stay here with him. I'll be back in a minute," he informed his childer before exciting the office and heading up to his grandsires room.

Spike kicked open the door to Angels room, and it smacked loudly against the wall, startling Angel awake suddenly. "Spike what the hell…" Angel began, sitting up in his bed.

"Quentin Travers," Spike informed his grandsire simply.

Angel's brow furrowed. "What about him?" he snarled, his voice full of anger and disgust.

"Seems him and his precious Council are the ones responsible for Angelus' weekend outing."

Angel quickly jumped out of bed pulling on a near by pair of black jeans. "Who told you this?" he ordered as he fastened up the buttons and zipper.

"This warlock René and Jean brought in," Spike informed him.

Angel reached for a shirt. "And where is he now?"

"Down stairs, in your office."

Before Spike could finish, Angel marched out of his room, heading in the direction of the lobby, pulling his shirt on as he went. Angel charged in to his office furiously.

The boy's eyes grew wide with fright. "Angelus," he whispered to himself, suddenly pulling against his restraints not noticing the look of guilt that passed across Angel features at the mention of his true name. "Look, man. I already told him everything I know, I swear," the warlock quickly pled.

When Angel reached the boy, he grabbed the ropes breaking them in a single pull. He then grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him onto his feet. Turning towards the door, he excited the office pulling the warlock behind him.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" René shouted from where he had been standing. Jean and Spike both turned to glare at him, a clear warning to keep his mouth shut, but he ignored them as Angel continued through the hotel's lobby. "Papa, you got to stop him," René told his sire.

Spike simply shook his head. "René, leave it." he replied as he followed after his grandsire.

Angel reached the doorway of the garden, narrowly avoiding the streaming sunlight by mere millimetres. Spike came to a stop next to him. "Angel, what the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?" he questioned.

Without answering Angel flung the boy out into the sunlight. The boy hit the concrete floor hard. He turned to Angel, shocked.

"Tell your Quentin Travers to never mess with me or my family ever again because next time he won't be let off quite as easily."

The warlock nodded and raced away from the Hyperion as quickly as he could.

"Angel, him and the rest of those poncy watchers need to be dealt with," Spike urged.

"And they will." Angel began turning towards him. "Not now. Not today. But soon"

"Soon when?" Spike questioned. "When they've killed half of us and the rest of us are emotional wrecks?"

"Soon enough" Angel replied menacingly.

THE END