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London's Demons-Conversations

Buffy blinked as her eyes adjusted to the apparent lack of light. The past four hours had been a blur. She remembered only bits of her conversation with her new "watcher". He had explained that The Council were never aware of her being called. Angel was right. The Council was nothing but a group of stuffy old men. She didn't remember anything else. A servant had brought her to a room, upon entering she had noticed her luggage was already brought up. Well at least you could give them points for service. Spike had stopped by, mentioning stopping about dinner in a few minutes. Now she was in the hallway trying to make her way to the dining hall. It was too dark to see anything, not even with her slayer senses. Face it, she was lost and hungry. Definitely not a good combination.

"What do you mean she doesn't know?"

"She doesn't know about the war. She doesn't even know much about her calling except the whole stake the vampire thing."

Spike looked up at his father. "Is that why the PTB sent her here?"

"It seems so, I guess it's only appropriate I become her watcher. But still, it would have helped if Angelus had taught her more."

Spike smirked. "So the great Lord Angelus has been reduced to training the slayer."

"What else should he do with that cursed soul of his?"

"I still think you should have let me stake him"

Father and son were interrupted by three thoroughly pissed off guests.

"Could you have built this house any bigger?" Xander complained as he stared at the piles of food stacked on the table before him.

"We could have" Spike started, "But The Council had a budget."

"Very funny" Buffy said, her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. She along with Willow and Xander sat at the ten chair dining table, stomachs rumbling with hunger. Facing Giles she asked "Do you mind running the whole demon war thing by me again?"

Giles put his glass down, "That's quite alright" he started. "You see, there are two major demon clans in London- the Tyrus and the Acrylos. They have been feuding for over a century now, but things have become worse. Their disputing over a piece of land in

St. James Park. Apparently they both believe their bloodlines originated in this area. The Council has no records of such a beginning. But they have been taken by Angelus, or Angel has you call him, in a raid more than a hundred years ago. We, that is William and I, were hoping Angelus would have told you about these documents when he found out about the upcoming war."

Willow began to look worried "So that's why you thought we would know where Tara is"

"Precisely"

Xander nodded thoughtfully "So its like Palestine and Israel then. But what would Tara have to do with any of this."

Spike got up and started to pace. He was obviously pained by the sudden loss of his sister. "Tara was part of a Wiccan group that had somewhat of an alliance with the Acrylos. Ages ago the witches and demons of London made a pact saying that when the witches were in trouble the Acrylos would help and vice versa. Now that the Acrylos are in trouble its only fair that the Wiccan's step in to help. But there powerful, and with their help, the Acrylos can easily beat the Tyrus. So we're guessing that the Tyrus have somehow made an army to destroy every Wiccan in the area, just to even out the odds."

Having lost his train of thought, Spike began to fiddle with a gold band on his pinky.

"Where did you get that?" Spike looked up at the redhead.

"Tara gave it to me."

Willow showed her right index finger, "I have one too. It's a ring that a lot of Wicca's wear, it symbolizes power." Looking up at Giles she asked, "You don't mind if I do a locating spell, do you? I could probably use Spike's ring to find Tara."

Giles nodded. "Very well, there's no time for eating. Perhaps you and William could go along and do that spell while I have a word with Buffy and Xander here."

Buffy, Xander, and Giles sat on big cushy armchairs in front of a huge fire. The room was lavish, with a red velvet carpet and matching drapes. The windows in this room were tinted as well, and did little to block the room from the outside. Buffy sat closest to the fire, twiddling her thumbs and trying to understand what Xander was miming. Giles just sat there, his forehead wrinkled in deep thought. Xander was getting hungry again. Reaching for his back pocket, he pulled out a twinkie. Unwrapping it, he threw half of it towards Buffy and kept the other half to himself. Biting into the sugary treat, he began to think.

If the Tyrus were launching some sort of genocide against the Wicca, then that meant Willow was in danger. Xander thought of his best friend, alone with that vampire in some room in the other side of the mansion. He wondered why Buffy hadn't mentioned the vampire in front of Giles, he was after all her watcher. Watchers were supposed to help slayers. Not harbor vampires. In his thoughts, he hadn't noticed Buffy sit next to him.

"Hey"

"Howdy, Buffy why haven't you done anything about Spike?"

"Because I'm beginning to doubt whether he really is a vampire."

"But your slayer sense kicked in the moment we saw him, and even Willow agrees with you."

"What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think."

"Sure it does."

Xander looked up at Buffy, she was dead serious.

"I don't think he's dead."

Surprise cloaked Buffy's green eyes. "You honestly think that Spike is very much alive and well?"

"I sure do."

"Well then."

"What?"

"That makes two of us."

Giles watched the pair talk to each other. A slayer with friends or family was highly unusual. The Council wouldn't be happy to hear their slayer wasn't alone. But he liked it. He always thought the slayer should have someone to talk to besides her watcher, and Buffy had two and god knows how many back home. As he continued to watch the pair, he noticed the way Buffy twirled her stake idly. She was always on her guard. Angel probably taught her to do so. He still didn't understand how Buffy and Angel were related and he hoped it was only professionally. He had saw how his son looked at the blonde slayer. Giles finally noticed Buffy and Xander pause in there conversation and took it as the perfect time to interrupt.

"Excuse me" The pair immediately looked at him, neither saying anything. "I believe I have a few things to clarify. The slayer nodded and got up to her original chair. Xander just slouched back into his armchair, readying himself for yet another boring night.

"Well then" Giles began. "My name is Rupert Giles, my colleagues and William call me Giles. I'm here to help you become a full fledged slay-"

"Listen," Buffy interrupted "I already know about the whole in every generation thing. No need for you to waste time explaining this again. We have a war that's about to start. For all we know, it could have started already. We need to do research now."

Giles smiled. This slayer had leadership, a mind of her own. He liked that in a person.

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