Half and Half—Chapter 2
Cassidy dashed into the crypt, making sure the door was closed behind her. She then jumped onto the bed and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV. She and her crypt-mate didn't have cable (seriously, how could you get cable in a crypt?) but there sometimes was something good on the three fuzzy channels they did get. And that was how the bleached-blond vampire that she shared the crypt with found her when he got back ten minutes later.
"Where have you been?" he asked, obviously British. Cassidy shrugged. "You'd better tell me, or there's going to be hell to pay!"
"Oh lighten up Spike," Cassidy retorted, rolling her eyes. She turned off the TV and turned to him. "I just went for a walk, it's no big."
"It is a 'big' when I get back from shopping and you're not here," Spike growled. "Seriously Cassie, what were you thinking?! There are Slayers out there, and they don't know about you!"
"You're not my fa…" she stopped herself before she could finish.
"Not your what?" asked Spike, arching an eyebrow. "Come on, spit it out."
"No, I don't think so," Cassidy replied. "Anyway, I can take care of myself, and I don't need your help."
"Don't need my help? Cassie dear, by the looks of it, you need as much help as you can get," Spike retorted. Cassidy rolled her eyes; ever since he had stormed into town a couple of months ago, he'd been going on and on about how he had no ideahow she had survived without him.
"Look, William," Cassidy said. "I've been living here for the past twenty years without your help, and it's highly probable that I'll live another twenty more."
"Sure, if sleeping on park benches and feeding off rats is what you call living," Spike said with a snort. "And don't call me William; you know how much I hate that."
"Why else would I call you that?" Cassidy asked, arching an eyebrow. "I mean seriously, it has to be better than the alternative, Daddy."
"So, any luck?" asked Buffy the next morning as she stifled a yawn. Giles had stayed up all night trying to find out what had attacked Buffy. "Jeez Giles, you should go and get some sleep."
"Is that your oh-so-subtle way of telling me I look like hell?" Giles asked.
"Yup," Buffy replied with a grin. She then repeated, "So, any luck?"
"In a manner of speaking," Giles replied. "While she isn't named, there is a record of Spike having a child about ten years after he was turned."
"Well, of course he would have a childe or two," scoffed Buffy, rolling her eyes. "I mean seriously, he was a vampire, and he needed minions."
"Not that kind of child Buffy," said Giles. Buffy looked confused, and Giles sighed in exasperation. "His own flesh and blood, Buffy. He created something with genetic material from himself and another person."
"But that's impossible!" Buffy exclaimed. "Angel said…"
"Angel was incapable of having children because he was impotent before he was turned," Giles cut her off.
"Oh," was all Buffy could say.
"'Oh' is right," said Giles. "The fact is, Spike has a part-demon offspring out there, created by him and a human woman."
"How is that possible?" Buffy asked. "I mean, wasn't he all hung up on Dru?"
"Every few years they would have a tiff, and at the time his child was conceived, they were in the middle one of their fights," Giles replied with a sigh. "Spike was looking for some release, so he went to a brothel and…well…you pretty much know the rest of the story."
"He banged a hooker, and she got pregnant?" asked Buffy.
"I wouldn't have phrased it so crudely, but yes, that would be it," Giles said with a tired sigh. "I think I'm going to follow your suggestion and go up to bed."
"'Night Giles," said Buffy softly as he got up from the table. He gave her a soft, fatherly smile before heading to his bedroom. Buffy sighed and went to the fridge in search of food.
"What were you and G-man talking about?" asked Xander as he entered the kitchen.
"That thing that attacked me last night," Buffy replied. "Giles thinks she's not your garden-variety vampire."
"Really?" asked Xander. "How so?"
"She's Spike's kid," Buffy replied bluntly. Xander had just taken a sip of orange juice, and it saw daylight again.
"Okay, that's not right," Xander said. "I mean, who in their right mind would sleep with that jerk?" Buffy shot him a pointed look. "Oh right. Sorry Buff."
"You'd be the deadest man in Deadonia if I didn't have so much on my mind," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, Giles isn't sure, but he thinks it's a possibility. I just wish she was named in the text, but she wasn't."
"Well Buff, this is just weird," said Xander. "I have one thing to say, though: be careful."
"Don't worry Xander, I will," Buffy replied. "There's no way you're gonna lose me any time soon."
Later that night, Buffy was patrolling again. She didn't know why; maybe she wanted to run into Cassidy again. In any case, there she was in the cemetery, stake in hand and a small crossbow in her bag. It was rather uneventful, and she was about to pack it in when she heard to separate voices up ahead.
"Why are you following me around?!" exclaimed an agitated female's voice. "I mean seriously, don't you have anyone else to bother? Some other unfortunate soul to annoy?"
"No, I don't," said a male voice, this one British. "Besides, I worry about you. I don't want you to get hurt, is all."
"That's a far cry from your Order of Aurelius days," said the girl. "When did you get all fluffy bunny-like?"
Buffy was extremely interested now as she hid behind a headstone. The two voices, and the people producing them, were coming closer, and Buffy didn't want to be seen just yet.
"Well, finding out you're a father will change things," said the male. There was a pause just then and neither of them said anything.
"What's wrong William?" asked the girl.
"I smell something," said the male. "And how many times have I told you not to call me William? You know I hate that."
"Why else do you think I call you that? I gotta get my shits and giggles somehow, because you won't let me wander within ten feet of the crypt without following me," said the girl, sounding like an exasperated teenager. "What would you prefer? Spikey-poo? Daddykins? Or, my personal favorite, 'Blondie-bear'?
"Will you shut up, you stupid bint?" the male asked. Buffy could hear someone sniffing the air. "Buffy?"
Buffy was very nervous now; how had the guy known what she had smelled like? Unless…no, it couldn't be him, he was dead. But the girl mentioned something about the Order of Aurelius, and there were only four vampires in that group: Darla, Angelus, Drusilla and Spike. Angel was in LA still, and she had no idea where Darla and Dru were. Besides, the girl sounded a lot like Cassidy, the girl from the previous night, and she didn't know how she could have forgotten the other's voice. It was Spike, no doubt about it.
"What are you on about?" asked the girl, Cassidy. "The Slayer isn't here."
"Yes, she is," insisted Spike. "I can smell her perfume. Wait…how do you know Buffy is the name of the Slayer?"
"You've mentioned her about two or three times a day since you got here," Cassidy replied. "You'd have to be really dense to forget a name when it's drilled into your head every single day."
"You know, I don't like your cheek," Spike said, his voice warning.
"Get in line; my last boss at the twenty-four hour mini mart didn't like my attitude either," Cassidy replied. "Maybe that's why I got fired after two weeks."
Buffy couldn't take it anymore and stepped out from behind the tombstone she was using as a hiding place. The two vampires hadn't noticed her at first, and Buffy took the opportunity to just watch them. They were definitely Spike and Cassidy, and they looked ready to kill each other. Or Spike looked ready to ground Cassidy. However, Buffy couldn't let them just glare at each other, so with a deep breath Buffy came forward.
"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?"
Cassidy and Spike whirled around to see the small blonde Slayer standing a short way away. Spike's expression softened slightly, and Cassidy smirked slightly.
"So we meet again, Buffy," she said, arching an eyebrow. Spike turned to glare at her.
"What do you mean, 'again'?" he growled.
"Uh-oh."
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Well, here's chapter 2. As always, feedback is appreciated!