Sweet Bit
Disclaimer - From here on out: see Chapter 1 Notes - None this time, but I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I'm already in LOVE with Lydia. Isn't she cute? lol. Read on!
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Ch 2 - You KIDNAPPED her, didn't you?
12:30am - Still early Friday morning
Spike wasn't used to having little children hanging on him, but he patted her awkwardly on the back lightly. As she sat back up in his lap again, Spike slowly began to speak. "You said...that you're father's name was William and...he wrote poetry..."
"Mmm-hmm and he was called William The Bloody 'cause his poetry was so bad."
"Right...and...and you said that he called you...Sweet Bit?"
"Mmm-hmm...why?" She brightened up, grinning, "Do you know my daddy? Can get me to him?" She sounded extremely hopeful of this.
"Kid, I think I am you're dad."
She shook her head, causing her curls to fly everywhere again. "Nmmm-mmm."
"How can you be so sure? The picture she showed you had to be pretty old, at least seven years. People change, pet."
"Nu-uh! You can't be my daddy! You can't be the man that Auntie told me about! You just...you can't be!" She shouted, tears forming in her eyes.
Spike wasn't sure what exactly about the child did it to him, but he could feel his facial features soften. "Lydia....luv...don't cry."
"But you can't be my daddy! You can't be the man Auntie told me about! You can't be!"
"Why not?"
"'Cause...Daddy was nice...he wasn't evil...he wasn't ever evil. He had shoddy poetry but he wasn't evil." Tears were sliding down her cheeks now.
"I'm not evil anymore, luv. I'm all good, it's alright."
"But my daddy wasn't ever evil! Never! Not my daddy!" She yelled.
Spike sighed and looked up, "Why?", he mouthed. He looked at the child that was sitting on him again. "You're going to have to accept it, Sweet Bit." Spike's eyes widened. Had he really just said that? There was no way that had actually just come out of his mouth. Ok, so maybe it did, but how? Why?
"Bu--but---but I don't...I don't wanna!"
"We've all got to do a lot of things we don't want to in life, luv." He rolled his eyes and muttered, more to himself, "And in death."
"But...you're a vampire..." Her voice was shaky from the silent crying she had been doing the last few minutes. "Vampires...can't have kids."
Spike shook his head, "I don't know how to explain it, I don't even know how this happened myself, but...if you're telling the truth about your father...it's me."
She just sat there, tears pouring down her cheeks, looking at him. The next thing Spike knew, Lydia was laying on top of him, her head on his chest, crying. He noticed that this, the child crying, actually pained him. He didn't understand why this was happening, or how he ended up with a kid, but here he was, his daughter crying into him, pain searing through him at the sight. After a few minutes, Spike made her sit up on his midriff, making her look at him. "Lydia," He started, waiting for her to look up at him.
Lydia made a futile attempt to wipe the tears away, this notion being unless for they were replaced with fresh ones, before looking up at him. "What?" Her voice was already horse because of the crying.
Spike reached up and with his left thumb, wiped the tears away. He slowly put his hand back down and looked at her. "I've got a question for you, luv."
"Okay..." She muttered.
"What's crying going to get you?"
She shrugged.
"Is it going to get you anything at all?"
She shrugged her shoulders again. "I dunno..."
"Do you think it will?"
"No.."
"Then what are you crying for? You wanted to be with your daddy, right?"
She nodded slowly. "Mmm-hmm...."
"Then why are you crying now that you've found him?"
Lydia leaned backwards into Spike's knees, thinking. "I don't know..."
"What are we gonna do with you? I can't do much in daylight."
"Obviously." she said.
An idea struck him. "I've got to get you over to Summer's."
"Summer's?"
"The Slayer--er--Buffy's--er--a...friend of mine. I've got to get you to her house." Spike picked her up and set her on the couch, walking towards where the couple had entered the crypt.
Lydia followed him, grinning, "Is she the reason?"
Spike stopped in picking up his duster. "What?" He asked, looking down at her.
"Buffy. Is she the one you fell for?"
Spike seemed a bit standoffish, "Yeah...why?"
"Does she know?"
"Eh...sort of, in a complicated sort of manner. Why?" He quickly added, "You aren't going to go around talking about everything I've told you, are you?"
"No, silly!" She giggled and shook her head, "I just wanted to know if she knew!" She grinned.
Spike had finished putting the jacket on and lit a cigarette. "Come on, pet."
"You smoke?" The girl sounded absolutely astonished as he picked her up, placing her on his hip and walking out of the crypt.
"Yes. You sound shocked, why?"
"Smoking's not good for you." She declared knowingly.
"I don't have to worry about that, Sweet Bit."
Lydia giggled.
"What?"
"You've called me that twice now!"
"What?" Spike continued to play dumb.
"Sweet Bit!" She declared, grinning.
"Right...does it annoy you?"
The child shook her head as furiously as she had the previous time, only this time instead of only her own face, her hair was slapping Spike as well. She giggled, "Why would it annoy me..." She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Daddy?"
Spike smiled at that. It was strange, a child actually calling him daddy, even if it was in an ambivalent manner. He didn't blame her for being shy about it; she had only just met her father for the first time. "Well, we're almost there, Lil' Bit."
"Another name...but I like Sweet Bit." She grinned.
"Alright, then. I'll remember that." He said as he stepped up onto the porch of the Summer's home. He set the child down and knocked on the door. Normally, he would have just barged in, however, he happened to know that he was only to be invited into the house.
After a few moments, Anya answered the door. "Spike? What are you doing here at one in the morning?" She asked, confused. However, before Spike could say anything, Anya saw Lydia and went nuts for a moment. "Awww...she's so cute!" She gushed. She looked up at Spike, "Did you kidnap the poor child, Spike?"
"No, I did not kidnap her."
"Oh my God! He kidnaped her and now he's lying about it!" She turned inside the house, yelling for the other two women. "Buffy! Willow! Come here! To the door, quick!"
The red-head and the blond were at the front door in a flash. "What's going on?" Buffy asked just as Willow said, "Where's the fire?"
"There's no fire..." Anya said slowly, a little confused on what Willow had asked. She shook her head and turned to Buffy, "Spike's kidnaped a kid and he just lied to me about it!"
Buffy's eyes widened. "You kidnaped a kid?" She shouted. "Spike! I thought your evil days were over!"
"So did I!" Willow yelled. "Am I gonna have to put a spell on you, Spike?"
"Lydia, come here." He said.
The girl walked over to him and looked up. "What?"
Spike picked her up, placing her on his hip, much like before. "If they let us inside, will you tell these three nutty women about yourself, Sweet Bit?"
Lydia looked at the three women, who all three wore confused and shocked looks at what Spike had said, back to her father, and grinned. "Yeah, of course..." She had almost called him daddy, but decided against it. She liked the funny looks the three women before she and her father had on their faces.
"Come in, Come in." The three said as one, seriously wanting to know what was going on.
As they entered the house, Lydia leaned towards Spike. "Is she the one?" She was practically stage-whispering, pointing towards Willow.
"No, that's Willow." Spike whispered back.
"Her?" Now she was pointing at the blond.
"No...that's Anya."
"Then it must be her!" She said, exasperated and pointing at Buffy.
Spike grinned, "Yeah...it's her."
"What are you guys talking about? And why do you keep pointing at me--us!" Anya demanded.
"Nothing. I told her about you and she was getting who was who straight." Spike said smoothly.
"Right." The three women said in unison again.
"You three have got to stop doing that. It's starting to freak me out." Spike said, putting Lydia down and sitting in a nearby chair.
It had been useless and lacking of any point to set the light headed child down. She simply walked over to him and climbed up into her father's lap. She didn't know the other three and to be honest, she was kind of scared of the one that had answered the door. She decided that she would tell her father that. "Daddy," She was stage whispering again, "The lady that answered the door is scary."
Spike glanced at Anya and to keep from bursting out laughing, he settled for a chuckle. "Yes...she can be quite scary sometimes, luv."
"Did she just call you what I think she called you, Spike?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I don't know. What do you think she called me?"
"I called him daddy, silly!" Lydia laughed like she thought it was clear that that was what she had called him.
Spike laughed along with her, however, his laughter was caused not by being seven years old and finding amusement in strange things, but the look on Willow, Buffy, and Anya's faces when they heard the child declare this information.
Buffy slowly walked over and bent down to her haunches, getting about eye- level with the child. "Did he tell you to say this? Was this...planned?"
Lydia tilted her head, but quickly straightened up and shook her head. "No, silly. My name's Lydia Nichole "Sweet Bit" Romeiriz and this is my daddy!" She stated.
"Right...so...he really...is...you're father?"
She nodded. "Yep. Mummy ran away. Well, he ran away first, but then Mummy ran away too, but she left me with Aunite. Then she sent me to daddy because she said she couldn't take care of me any more." She nodded at her statement.
Buffy held back a snicker and nodded, "I guess...she thought it was best to send you to live with you're...father."
"Why do you keep saying is so funny? You make like it's hard to believe that he has a kid. I mean, he is a vampire and it's not actually possible for vampires to have kids, but it doesn't matter. All the facts added up, right daddy?"
"That's right, Sweet Bit."
"Daaaaaady!" She stretched the name out.
"What?" Spike sounded amused.
Lydia turned to look at her father. She had a very straight and serious face and she spoke in a very dramatically blatant tone. "Stop."
"Are you demanding me to stop?"
"Yes." She said simply, looking him dead in the eyes.
"You're my child, alright." He grinned.
"If that isn't the truth...you two are both way too blatant for your own good." Buffy agreed.
Lydia blinked, confused. "Huh?"
Buffy, Anya, Willow, and Spike all laughed at the young one's confusion.
"This isn't fuuunnnyyy!" She whined, but before she could continue, she yawned. Big.
"Are you tired, sweetie?" Willow asked her. The girl nodded and Willow took her from Spike. "Let's get you upstairs, changed and off to bed, okay?"
She shook her head, her hair flying everywhere. "Nu-uh!"
"Why not?" Willow asked, taken aback.
"Cause! I have ta say good night!" She smiled.
"Alright." Willow laughed lightly and put her down.
Lydia ran over to her dad and climbed back up in his lap. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Night, daddy!" She climbed down from his lap and turned to look up at Buffy, "Goodnight...um...future mummy!" She exclaimed and quickly went on to Anya. "Goodnight...scary lady." Was the only thing that came to the child's mind. Lydia ran back to Willow and lifted her arms up to be picked up. "I like you guys." She said looking around at the three women.
Anya followed Willow and Lydia. She had a very shocked look on her face. "Why do you keep calling me scary lady?" She asked the child.
Lydia looked slightly ashamed, but not for long. "Cause you were! You were all...ahhh! And yelling." She said, throwing her hands up in the air when she said 'ahhh!'.
"That's no reason to call me scary lady!" Anya protested.
"Screaming Lady better?" She grinned.
Anya looked astonished. "No!"
Back downstairs, Buffy was donning an expression similar to Anya's, however, Buffy's mixed confusion in as well. She slowly sat down on the arm of the couch behind her, looking intently at Spike. "What did...What did she mean by that?"
"I didn't think anything about it when I told her, but...I told her that I used to be evil but I stopped because I fell for someone. That's what all the pointing and loud whispering was about a few minute ago. She was trying to figure out which one of you three was the one I fell for." Spike was actually managing to look a little guilty.
"Oh. So...she thinks...that we..."
"I don't know. She's seven. I told her that I fell for you and she made the connection that...you're going to be her Mum."
"Wow." Buffy said simply. "That's...yeah...she's definitely seven."
"You should hear some of the vocabulary the kid spouts out."
"Sweet Bit, huh?"
"What?"
"I'm not deaf, Spike. You called her Sweet Bit twice."
"Yeah...uh...when she was telling me what her Grandmum had told her about her father...she mentioned something about him calling her Sweet Bit and..." He shrugged, "I dunno...I just started calling her that."
"You always have had issues with calling people by their name."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Slayer, Summers, Red, I could go on for hours here. Do you really want me to?"
"No."
"Thank, God, 'cause I don't want to either."
Suddenly, there was a scream coming from upstairs. The two looked at each other, frowning. What was going on up there?
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Disclaimer - From here on out: see Chapter 1 Notes - None this time, but I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I'm already in LOVE with Lydia. Isn't she cute? lol. Read on!
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Ch 2 - You KIDNAPPED her, didn't you?
12:30am - Still early Friday morning
Spike wasn't used to having little children hanging on him, but he patted her awkwardly on the back lightly. As she sat back up in his lap again, Spike slowly began to speak. "You said...that you're father's name was William and...he wrote poetry..."
"Mmm-hmm and he was called William The Bloody 'cause his poetry was so bad."
"Right...and...and you said that he called you...Sweet Bit?"
"Mmm-hmm...why?" She brightened up, grinning, "Do you know my daddy? Can get me to him?" She sounded extremely hopeful of this.
"Kid, I think I am you're dad."
She shook her head, causing her curls to fly everywhere again. "Nmmm-mmm."
"How can you be so sure? The picture she showed you had to be pretty old, at least seven years. People change, pet."
"Nu-uh! You can't be my daddy! You can't be the man that Auntie told me about! You just...you can't be!" She shouted, tears forming in her eyes.
Spike wasn't sure what exactly about the child did it to him, but he could feel his facial features soften. "Lydia....luv...don't cry."
"But you can't be my daddy! You can't be the man Auntie told me about! You can't be!"
"Why not?"
"'Cause...Daddy was nice...he wasn't evil...he wasn't ever evil. He had shoddy poetry but he wasn't evil." Tears were sliding down her cheeks now.
"I'm not evil anymore, luv. I'm all good, it's alright."
"But my daddy wasn't ever evil! Never! Not my daddy!" She yelled.
Spike sighed and looked up, "Why?", he mouthed. He looked at the child that was sitting on him again. "You're going to have to accept it, Sweet Bit." Spike's eyes widened. Had he really just said that? There was no way that had actually just come out of his mouth. Ok, so maybe it did, but how? Why?
"Bu--but---but I don't...I don't wanna!"
"We've all got to do a lot of things we don't want to in life, luv." He rolled his eyes and muttered, more to himself, "And in death."
"But...you're a vampire..." Her voice was shaky from the silent crying she had been doing the last few minutes. "Vampires...can't have kids."
Spike shook his head, "I don't know how to explain it, I don't even know how this happened myself, but...if you're telling the truth about your father...it's me."
She just sat there, tears pouring down her cheeks, looking at him. The next thing Spike knew, Lydia was laying on top of him, her head on his chest, crying. He noticed that this, the child crying, actually pained him. He didn't understand why this was happening, or how he ended up with a kid, but here he was, his daughter crying into him, pain searing through him at the sight. After a few minutes, Spike made her sit up on his midriff, making her look at him. "Lydia," He started, waiting for her to look up at him.
Lydia made a futile attempt to wipe the tears away, this notion being unless for they were replaced with fresh ones, before looking up at him. "What?" Her voice was already horse because of the crying.
Spike reached up and with his left thumb, wiped the tears away. He slowly put his hand back down and looked at her. "I've got a question for you, luv."
"Okay..." She muttered.
"What's crying going to get you?"
She shrugged.
"Is it going to get you anything at all?"
She shrugged her shoulders again. "I dunno..."
"Do you think it will?"
"No.."
"Then what are you crying for? You wanted to be with your daddy, right?"
She nodded slowly. "Mmm-hmm...."
"Then why are you crying now that you've found him?"
Lydia leaned backwards into Spike's knees, thinking. "I don't know..."
"What are we gonna do with you? I can't do much in daylight."
"Obviously." she said.
An idea struck him. "I've got to get you over to Summer's."
"Summer's?"
"The Slayer--er--Buffy's--er--a...friend of mine. I've got to get you to her house." Spike picked her up and set her on the couch, walking towards where the couple had entered the crypt.
Lydia followed him, grinning, "Is she the reason?"
Spike stopped in picking up his duster. "What?" He asked, looking down at her.
"Buffy. Is she the one you fell for?"
Spike seemed a bit standoffish, "Yeah...why?"
"Does she know?"
"Eh...sort of, in a complicated sort of manner. Why?" He quickly added, "You aren't going to go around talking about everything I've told you, are you?"
"No, silly!" She giggled and shook her head, "I just wanted to know if she knew!" She grinned.
Spike had finished putting the jacket on and lit a cigarette. "Come on, pet."
"You smoke?" The girl sounded absolutely astonished as he picked her up, placing her on his hip and walking out of the crypt.
"Yes. You sound shocked, why?"
"Smoking's not good for you." She declared knowingly.
"I don't have to worry about that, Sweet Bit."
Lydia giggled.
"What?"
"You've called me that twice now!"
"What?" Spike continued to play dumb.
"Sweet Bit!" She declared, grinning.
"Right...does it annoy you?"
The child shook her head as furiously as she had the previous time, only this time instead of only her own face, her hair was slapping Spike as well. She giggled, "Why would it annoy me..." She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Daddy?"
Spike smiled at that. It was strange, a child actually calling him daddy, even if it was in an ambivalent manner. He didn't blame her for being shy about it; she had only just met her father for the first time. "Well, we're almost there, Lil' Bit."
"Another name...but I like Sweet Bit." She grinned.
"Alright, then. I'll remember that." He said as he stepped up onto the porch of the Summer's home. He set the child down and knocked on the door. Normally, he would have just barged in, however, he happened to know that he was only to be invited into the house.
After a few moments, Anya answered the door. "Spike? What are you doing here at one in the morning?" She asked, confused. However, before Spike could say anything, Anya saw Lydia and went nuts for a moment. "Awww...she's so cute!" She gushed. She looked up at Spike, "Did you kidnap the poor child, Spike?"
"No, I did not kidnap her."
"Oh my God! He kidnaped her and now he's lying about it!" She turned inside the house, yelling for the other two women. "Buffy! Willow! Come here! To the door, quick!"
The red-head and the blond were at the front door in a flash. "What's going on?" Buffy asked just as Willow said, "Where's the fire?"
"There's no fire..." Anya said slowly, a little confused on what Willow had asked. She shook her head and turned to Buffy, "Spike's kidnaped a kid and he just lied to me about it!"
Buffy's eyes widened. "You kidnaped a kid?" She shouted. "Spike! I thought your evil days were over!"
"So did I!" Willow yelled. "Am I gonna have to put a spell on you, Spike?"
"Lydia, come here." He said.
The girl walked over to him and looked up. "What?"
Spike picked her up, placing her on his hip, much like before. "If they let us inside, will you tell these three nutty women about yourself, Sweet Bit?"
Lydia looked at the three women, who all three wore confused and shocked looks at what Spike had said, back to her father, and grinned. "Yeah, of course..." She had almost called him daddy, but decided against it. She liked the funny looks the three women before she and her father had on their faces.
"Come in, Come in." The three said as one, seriously wanting to know what was going on.
As they entered the house, Lydia leaned towards Spike. "Is she the one?" She was practically stage-whispering, pointing towards Willow.
"No, that's Willow." Spike whispered back.
"Her?" Now she was pointing at the blond.
"No...that's Anya."
"Then it must be her!" She said, exasperated and pointing at Buffy.
Spike grinned, "Yeah...it's her."
"What are you guys talking about? And why do you keep pointing at me--us!" Anya demanded.
"Nothing. I told her about you and she was getting who was who straight." Spike said smoothly.
"Right." The three women said in unison again.
"You three have got to stop doing that. It's starting to freak me out." Spike said, putting Lydia down and sitting in a nearby chair.
It had been useless and lacking of any point to set the light headed child down. She simply walked over to him and climbed up into her father's lap. She didn't know the other three and to be honest, she was kind of scared of the one that had answered the door. She decided that she would tell her father that. "Daddy," She was stage whispering again, "The lady that answered the door is scary."
Spike glanced at Anya and to keep from bursting out laughing, he settled for a chuckle. "Yes...she can be quite scary sometimes, luv."
"Did she just call you what I think she called you, Spike?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I don't know. What do you think she called me?"
"I called him daddy, silly!" Lydia laughed like she thought it was clear that that was what she had called him.
Spike laughed along with her, however, his laughter was caused not by being seven years old and finding amusement in strange things, but the look on Willow, Buffy, and Anya's faces when they heard the child declare this information.
Buffy slowly walked over and bent down to her haunches, getting about eye- level with the child. "Did he tell you to say this? Was this...planned?"
Lydia tilted her head, but quickly straightened up and shook her head. "No, silly. My name's Lydia Nichole "Sweet Bit" Romeiriz and this is my daddy!" She stated.
"Right...so...he really...is...you're father?"
She nodded. "Yep. Mummy ran away. Well, he ran away first, but then Mummy ran away too, but she left me with Aunite. Then she sent me to daddy because she said she couldn't take care of me any more." She nodded at her statement.
Buffy held back a snicker and nodded, "I guess...she thought it was best to send you to live with you're...father."
"Why do you keep saying is so funny? You make like it's hard to believe that he has a kid. I mean, he is a vampire and it's not actually possible for vampires to have kids, but it doesn't matter. All the facts added up, right daddy?"
"That's right, Sweet Bit."
"Daaaaaady!" She stretched the name out.
"What?" Spike sounded amused.
Lydia turned to look at her father. She had a very straight and serious face and she spoke in a very dramatically blatant tone. "Stop."
"Are you demanding me to stop?"
"Yes." She said simply, looking him dead in the eyes.
"You're my child, alright." He grinned.
"If that isn't the truth...you two are both way too blatant for your own good." Buffy agreed.
Lydia blinked, confused. "Huh?"
Buffy, Anya, Willow, and Spike all laughed at the young one's confusion.
"This isn't fuuunnnyyy!" She whined, but before she could continue, she yawned. Big.
"Are you tired, sweetie?" Willow asked her. The girl nodded and Willow took her from Spike. "Let's get you upstairs, changed and off to bed, okay?"
She shook her head, her hair flying everywhere. "Nu-uh!"
"Why not?" Willow asked, taken aback.
"Cause! I have ta say good night!" She smiled.
"Alright." Willow laughed lightly and put her down.
Lydia ran over to her dad and climbed back up in his lap. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Night, daddy!" She climbed down from his lap and turned to look up at Buffy, "Goodnight...um...future mummy!" She exclaimed and quickly went on to Anya. "Goodnight...scary lady." Was the only thing that came to the child's mind. Lydia ran back to Willow and lifted her arms up to be picked up. "I like you guys." She said looking around at the three women.
Anya followed Willow and Lydia. She had a very shocked look on her face. "Why do you keep calling me scary lady?" She asked the child.
Lydia looked slightly ashamed, but not for long. "Cause you were! You were all...ahhh! And yelling." She said, throwing her hands up in the air when she said 'ahhh!'.
"That's no reason to call me scary lady!" Anya protested.
"Screaming Lady better?" She grinned.
Anya looked astonished. "No!"
Back downstairs, Buffy was donning an expression similar to Anya's, however, Buffy's mixed confusion in as well. She slowly sat down on the arm of the couch behind her, looking intently at Spike. "What did...What did she mean by that?"
"I didn't think anything about it when I told her, but...I told her that I used to be evil but I stopped because I fell for someone. That's what all the pointing and loud whispering was about a few minute ago. She was trying to figure out which one of you three was the one I fell for." Spike was actually managing to look a little guilty.
"Oh. So...she thinks...that we..."
"I don't know. She's seven. I told her that I fell for you and she made the connection that...you're going to be her Mum."
"Wow." Buffy said simply. "That's...yeah...she's definitely seven."
"You should hear some of the vocabulary the kid spouts out."
"Sweet Bit, huh?"
"What?"
"I'm not deaf, Spike. You called her Sweet Bit twice."
"Yeah...uh...when she was telling me what her Grandmum had told her about her father...she mentioned something about him calling her Sweet Bit and..." He shrugged, "I dunno...I just started calling her that."
"You always have had issues with calling people by their name."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Slayer, Summers, Red, I could go on for hours here. Do you really want me to?"
"No."
"Thank, God, 'cause I don't want to either."
Suddenly, there was a scream coming from upstairs. The two looked at each other, frowning. What was going on up there?
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