Disclaimer: Alright everyone's aware that I don't own anything except Emma's character and maybe the characters of spikes family. WooHoo that's gonna make me so rich! Yeah right.

~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 4: The Draw of L.A. Cemeteries~*~*~*~*~*~

Spike always found himself getting restless lately. It was a little over sixteen years ago that he had last seen Buffy. But for some reason he always patrolled the cemeteries thinking she would show up. But tonight he found himself hoping the girl he kept seeing in his dreams would show up.

He always saw her sitting in front of 4 old graves (though he could never make out what they said) talking. Then all of the sudden she would change and be clad in all leather, kicking vampire's asses like they were nothing. She moved a little like Buffy, but she definitely wasn't Buffy.

He knew her some how, he just didn't know how he knew her.---Anyway he had hit all the other cemeteries already and found nothing. This was the last cemetery and he was really hoping for a fight. All of the sudden he saw her. She was surrounded by at least 8 vampires. She moved with such agility, grace, and flawlessness. She couldn't be more than sixteen, yet she fought as though she had been doing it for centuries.

He stood the and watched her for a little while. She got herself out of every scrape the young vampires tried to put her in. But it was her last move that caught his attention. She flipped over the vampires head and she controlled the speed in which she fell back to the ground, with her arms spread wide. She was a vampire. But then heard her heart beat. How can she have vampire power and agility if she has a heart beat? He wondered as he watched.

He was going to take off when she took out the last of the vampires. But then one he knew she wouldn't be able to take on her own, drooped in and flung her against the wall of a crypt. The impact alone should have broken her back. But she just got up and rotated her shoulders a couple of times. He had only seen one woman do that. Buffy.

With that thought he ran and helped her take the large vampire down.

Emma- I was wondering when you were either going to help me or attack me. What with the standing there just watching? (incredulously)

She asked as she hunched over holding her ribs. So she had vampire sense. And the way she acted and moved when she fought reminded him so much of Buffy. The dots started to connect themselves in Spikes head. 'But that couldn't be! It not bloody possible!' his brain shot back at him.

Spike- You remind me of someone that's all.-- We should get you to a hospital luv. (worried)

Emma- No, I'm fine. I don't heal like a normal human anyway. So by the time I get there, they're just going to send me home anyway. (matter-of-factly)

Spike- What's wrong?

Emma- Two broken ribs and three fractured. The wall of the crypt did a bloody number on me. (wincing)

She finally stood up a minute later and stretched out her mid section. She ran and did a back flip of a tree and picked up the stake she dropped. She walked back over to spike and held out her hand.

Emma- Thanx for the help. The bloody wanker would have had me if you hadn't come along. (smiling)

Spike's jaw dropped at seeing her up close. It was like looking into a bloody mirror. He shook her hand still in a daze.

Spike- I--I'm Spike.

Emma- I'm Willa. But everyone calls me Emma. (smiling) And I'm guessing that you weren't born with the name Spike.

Spike- No. my real name is William but no one calls me that anymore.

Emma- Yeah I know what you mean. Besides my bloody school, I haven't been called Willa in a while.-- Actually I think my Aunt Sarah called me that a couple of days ago. But that was it.

'Sarah!?! No. that's impossible, she died over a hundred years ago.' Spike thought as they walked out of the cemetery.

Spike- Where did you learn to fight like that?

Emma- My mum taught me for a year before she died. Then my grandfather toned my skills after that. Since I really didn't need to be taught. Fighting is in my blood. I was born with the ability.

Spike nodded before speaking.

Spike- Sorry about your mum. How old were you?

Emma- Six when she died. She had gotten into this battle with a…um… hackle demon I believe. She won, but it was the last she would ever fight. (saddened)

Spike- Is that why you do this? (curious)

Emma shook her head.

Emma- No. I do it because I know I'm stronger than the average teenager, and I usually only fight when I need to relieve so tension or something.

Spike just nodded. He couldn't help himself from asking these questions. The more she answered the more he became sure she was his daughter. But if that was true than that also meant that Buffy was gone. And that was something that he knew was going to hurt a lot if Emma was his daughter. But he also knew that if she was his, he was never letting that girl out of his sight for long.

Spike- So where are you from?

Emma- England. I was born in London, but I live about a mile and a half from West View Cemetery.

Spike- (smirking) Well at least you live near a lot of cemeteries, for when your angry.

Emma- (smirks) Yeah.- So you know your way around England.

Spike just smirked all the more when he saw his smirk present on her features.

Spike- Yeah. I used to live around that area you were talking about. (smiling)

Emma- Cool. (smiling)

Just then Emma's cell phone went off.

Emma- Hold on I gotta get that.

Spike- Sure.

Emma- Hello?- Yeah this is Owens. -- What? How the bloody hell did that happen? --- Alright, calm down. Look call Giles, he runs the new council and let me know what happens. Thanx Thompson.

Spike just stood there looking at the girl who looked just like him and had the last name Owens. Somehow this teenage girl was his daughter. He didn't how it happened or why, all he knew was that this was his little girl. He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. He was a father to a very impressive teenage girl, who knew how to handle herself against the evil in the world.

A/N: Well here is chapter four. Hope you like it. Don't forget to review!!! And happy holidays!!

JenaMariano