Chapter 4: We

Emma sat, on the mattress in the basement, chained to the wall. She was hungry, sad, and lonely. Spike wasn't much company either. He didn't really talk. After about 30 minutes of silence, Spike spoke.

"So, you're a vamp too?" Spike asked.

"Yes." Emma replied.

"You say you were born this way, right? No one sired you?"

"Nope. No one has bitten me." Emma said.

"Buffy said you were looking or your parents- how do you know who they are?" Spike asked.

"You ask too many questions. I wish to eat, but no one gives me blood, or food."

"There's a fridge in the basement here, if you want me to get blood for you." offered Spike. "I mean, I can't warm it up or anything, but you can still eat if you're hungry."

"Yes. We're very hungry. Cold blood is fine." Emma replied, a sad tone in her voice.

"Who's we?" asked Spike.

"Me and Sage." Emma smiled.

"Sage is………?" Spike asked.

"My baby." Emma whispered.

Spike almost dropped the blood in surprise. "You're pregnant?" he asked

"Yes!" Emma exclaimed "Four months!"

"Bloody hell!" Spike muttered. "Just……… how old are you?"

"Only 60." Emma replied "I age compared to other vampires."

"Well, yeah." Spike muttered "But you're about Dawn's age in human years! Bloody hell if she had a kid now."

Emma laughed.

"So, love, when's your Watcher coming?" Spike asked.

"Tomorrow. I sense it." Emma reached out a hand for the blood that Spike was holding.

"Oh, right." Spike replied. "Sorry."

Emma drank. Fast. After about 3 minutes, she was finished with the packet of pigs' blood.

"Boy you sure drink a lot for a girl."

"I eat for two." Emma replied.

"Right." Spike muttered.

"Do you think Buffy believes us?" Emma wondered, after a moment of silence passed between them.

"Well, she didn't kick you out, which is a sign that she's trusting you. You didn't hurt Dawn or Faith, right? So she just needs to learn you mean no harm."

Emma nodded. Then she looked at Spike with pleading eyes. "Oh nice vampire, will you let me out of these chains? I'm a good girl." She pleaded.

"I can't. Buffy would stake me in a heartbeat."

Emma just sat there about to cry.

"Bloody hell. You win. Just don't tell Buffy." Spike uncuffed Emma, and she fell asleep on the mattress.

Spike got up from where he sat on the mattress next to Emma. He decided he didn't want to look too comfortable in case Buffy or someone else walked into the basement. He looked at Emma asleep and peaceful and though about what it would be like to have a daughter like her. Then he shook his head- that was stupid, he wouldn't want a stupid kid to mess up things! Kids were for humans anyways, not vampires.

But then he looked back at Emma, who slept undisturbed. He wondered what it would have been if Emma were his child- after all, you never know! He shook his head again- he wouldn't want a kid- too much responsibility! Too many diapers to change, too much money to spend on for everything! He shook his head and sat down, he needed to stop thinking!

Emma dreamt of a crowded street. She walked by herself on it, with her newborn baby boy, Sage. He looked like his father- brown hair, green eyes. He cried and Emma dropped him in a river. She woke up with a jump.

"Woah." Spike exclaimed as he saw Emma float onto the ceiling. "They didn't tell me about this!"

"I'm a witch." Emma shrugged, hitting her head on the ceiling before floating back down.

"What was that about?" Spike asked.

"I had a scary dream." She replied.

"Oh." He replied.

"I wonder if Buffy's decided yet." Emma sighed.