Notes : Sorry it's been so long since my last update, family stuff I'm sure you understand. Wirtten By WayWard Childe, Edited by Hieiko.

Chapter Six: Sydney's Tale. (All Present times are the morning after Chapter Five. All past times are well in the past.)

1910, Paris, France.

Alleyway

A muffled scream could be heard, as a raven-haired young woman was slammed face first into a wall. A man with a long brown coat and sandy brown hair was pressed tight against her back, his hand clasped over her mouth, his mouth nuzzling her neck.

Her eyes widened in fear and a small whimper escaped her mouth when she felt two sharp objects puncture her throat. With tears in her eyes, she whimpered as two tunnels were borrowed deep into her jugular. She felt her blood being sucked out quickly; the rush and loss almost numbed her pain. Almost. Quicker then they were inserted, the teeth swiftly left her neck, she gasped at the pain of the extraction, which rivaled the bite in the first place. The hand slid from her mouth and down to her throat, gripping it lightly.

"Now, pet, it's no fun when they don't scream." His rough voice flowed seductively over her ears. She almost moaned when she heard it. Combined with the dizziness of blood loss, she wasn't sure if what was about to happen was the worst thing to happen, or the best. The hand gripped her throat roughly, and the British voice returned, harsher, more threatening. Right before he bit into her throat a second time, he yelled, "Now! Scream!"

She did.

Present, L.A, California.

Hyperion Hotel, Bathroom

"Bloody hell, Syd! Get that away from me!" Spike growled at Sydney as she held up the bottle of hair dye.

"Oh come on, it's time for a change anyways."

"Change! I've had this look for over twenty years."

Sydney sighed. "That's kind of my point."

"Look, princess, this hair is part of who I am and I'm not... now hey, don't do that!" Spike's defenses started to break down when Sydney put on Drusilla's pout combined with Dawn's pleading puppy eyes.

"Oh that's not fair, that's not fair at all." Spike rubbed his hands over his face in exasperation.

"Please." She asked, in a purposefully overly pleading voice.

Spike's eyes snapped open as the same voice from long ago echoed through his mind.

1940, Bath

A Living room

"Please. Please, Dad. Come play with me and mummy, we're having a tea party!" she said excitedly, but there was still no response from Spike.

Spike's hair was oil black and slicked back. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white work shirt with rolled up sleeves of and a black tie with red stripes, and was busy reading the list of potential slayers. A small smile was tugging on his lips as he continued to write down the names of the girls in the closest locations and pretend that his daughter was still invisible. A little game she decided to play earlier and was soon regretting.

Soon wafts of salt assaulted Spike's senses. Startled, Spike put down the papers and started looking around the room.

A little girl with sandy blond hair was hugging her knees and crying. "I don't want be invisible anymore."

Spike's heart broke as he heard the words and mentally kicked himself. "You stupid git! She's just a little girl! She probably doesn't even know your playing with her."

Spike quickly got out of his seat and gathered the girl into his arms. "I'm sorry, baby. Daddy's a bad rude man, but I can see you now. You're not invisible anymore."

The girl clung to him and berried her head into his shoulder. "Promise me I'm not invisible anymore?"

Spike chuckled. "Yeah I promise, Vic. Come on, no more tears, right?"

The little girl nodded into his shoulder.

"ow what was this about tea party?" He asked as he started walking towards the part of the house where Drusilla usually had her tea parties.

A smile started to tug on the little girl's lips. "Sucker." She thought.

Drusilla's tearoom

Spike entered Dru's tearoom and let his daughter down. She instantly ran over to Drusilla and the tea set. Sniffling as she approach her mother, the little girl was rubbing her eyes with one hand and clutching her dress with another.

Drusilla looked at her with sympathy. "Oh did my precious Victoria get her feelings hurt? Daddy must be punished."

Spike looked a little nervous at Drusilla's words, usually filled with an undercurrent of seduction, but now... "Damn, I new I shouldn't have bought that whip." Spike berated himself. Then he caught the mischievous smiles between his daughter and his mate. He groaned. "I've played right into their bloody hands!"

Spike shook his head ruefully and smirked. "God, I'm love's bitch."

Present. L.A., California Hyperion Hotel, Spike's Bathroom

Sydney pushed her dad into the chair she placed in front of the sink.

Spike leaned back as Sydney turned the water on.

"Why are we doing this, princess? I don't want to do this!" Spike started to whine.

"Don't whine. It's unbecoming of a vampire. Besides, tonight's the night we tell the others, and I thought we could revamp your look. My look certainly has changed." Sydney said as she started to giggle.

Spike smiled fondly at her. "Still look like my princess to me. And, revamp my look? Was that vampire humor?"

"Yes."

"Didn't work out for you did it?"

Sydney shrugged. "Not really."

As Sydney started to wet Spike's hair, he shook his head in bewilderment. "I still can't believe you got a soddin' tattoo."

Sydney smirked. "Wait 'til I tell you what I got pierced."

Spike's eyes widened.

1910, Paris, France.

Alleyway

The young woman slumped down to the ground.

Spike stretched as the warm new blood circulated through his system; to him it was like having

the sun warm your skin from the inside. Spike was just relaxing, enjoying the warmth while he still had it when he heard, "William."

Spike's head jerked around in search of the faraway melodic voice. He looked curiously into the dark and asked, "Hello?"

"Come here, William." The voice said again. This time Spike definitely knew the voice was in his head.

"Bloody hell, I've been hanging around with Dru for too long. Must be going completely bonkers."

"William." The voice was a quiet whisper propelling him in a direction like a siren's call.

Spike followed the voice, going deeper and deeper into the depths of the shadowed alleyway. Fearlessly but cautiously he walked further and further until he came to the dead end of the blackened alley.

The corner of the dead end was the only area lit, and standing in the corner was a young pregnant woman with sandy brown hair and deep blue eyes.

Spike's now amber eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" He stopped and sniffed the air, "Witch."

The woman's hand was stroking her stomach lightly as she slowly looked up into Spike's eyes. "A father," she answered simply.

Present, L.A., California.

Spike's bedroom

"Bloody hell, Syd! I said if I can't see the piercing I don't want to know where it is!" Spike yelled as he ran his fingers through his newly colored hair. "How does it look?" he asked self-consciously.

Sydney smiled at her dad. "It looks great, Dad. Just trust me."

Spike looked at her incredulously. "Trust you, green-top?"

"There's nothing wrong with my hair!"

Spike's eyes widened. "It's green!"

"Oh yeah, well." Sydney started to look around, 'til she finally found a bottle of nail polish and faster than Spike could see, she chucked it at his head.

"Ow!" Spike exclaimed, rubbing his forehead. "What the bleedin' hell did you do that for?!"

Sydney pretended to think, "Didn't you tell me that if I couldn't come up with a good retort I should throw bottles of nail polish?"

"No," Spike growled.

"Huh? Silly me." Sydney said as she walked over to his closet to search for Spike's new wardrobe.

Spike started to mutter to himself, "Bloody disrespectful, kids today. No respect for parents anymore. Back in my day..."

1910, Paris, France.

Alleyway

"A father."

"Yeah well, that's your problem innit? Vampires don't play house with little girls in dresses; we eat little girls in dresses." Spike, who was full for the evening and just didn't feel like fighting a witch, turned and stalked off.

The young woman began to panic. "Please, William! I need your help!" She shouted as she struggled to keep up with him. When the young woman placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop, she soon found the back of Spike's hand colliding with her face.

She hit the wall and found herself sliding down, but before she hit the ground he was already pulling her back up.

"Look!" He growled, "First, name's Spike, not William. Second, I'm a vampire. I don't save damsels in distress so just bloody leave me alone, before I tear your bloody throat out!"

"Please, Help me! I was cursed."

"I don't care." Why aren't you ripping her throat out? Spike asked himself. Just move, you ponce! Kill her or leave or something. Come on you pillock! Move! Spike shouted in his mind.

"I was cursed by the Immortal." She started, speaking more softly. "I wouldn't fall under his spell; it doesn't work on witches. He tried to force himself on me. So I set him on fire. It didn't kill him but, you know."

Spike smiled a bit, "Bloody bastard finally got what he deserved."

"So..." She began again but then started gasping. Soon the young woman began to fade in and out of existence.

Spike's eyes widened. "What the hell is goin' on?!" There was a foreign note of panic in Spike's voice. Even he was unsure why he cared, but it seemed that the longer he stayed in contact with this woman, the closer William came to the surface.

"The curse." She gasped. "The curse... I can't have children; only give birth to myself. My soul won't find rest... just be reborn. To learn knowledge only time... can provide and forget that

knowledge... once I give birth, to my new flesh." She was struggling with her words.

"Promise me, William. I need a father... 'til the curse is broken. Be...my...father...promise." Soon she faded and left in the pile of her clothing was a crying newborn baby girl with raven hair and gray eyes.

Spike, unsure what to do, picked the little girl up and cradled her in his arms. He started playing with her belly button, lightly tickling her stomach, when out of nowhere her small hand wrapped around his finger. This small hand connected to his larger one... this small child trusted him. And as he looked at this child, this small bundle of life, Spike couldn't help but love her.

Slipping into an accent he hasn't used in thirty years, Spike said softly, "I promise."

Present, L.A. California

Hallway leading to the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel

Spike and Sydney were facing each other, leaning against opposite walls. Spike had his hands shoved down his pockets, looking nervous.

Looking anywhere but at her, Spike hesitantly started with, "Syd..."

Then he sighed. "I didn't want to bring it up at first, but we need to talk."

Sydney just stared at him, her eyes telling him to continue.

"You're a slayer now and you know I killed two of th-"

"I don't care." She quickly interrupted.

Spike looked at his daughter, surprised.

"I didn't care then, and I don't care now. You were a vampire, she was a slayer. It's what you do, and I'm never going to say I'm sorry for my father being alive." She said sternly. "I'm a slayer now and when I'm around you I have this little sensation that says, 'Hey Syd, there's a soddin vampire next to you.' But my soul says, 'That's ok; he's your father. And that's all that matters."

Tears started to form in his eyes. He'd known this girl for 94 years in all her different incarnations, each time his daughter, and each time she loved him unconditionally. These past six years being separated were six years too many for Spike and Sydney. Sydney walked to her father and gave him a watery smile before hugging him.

November 2nd, 1985. Mexico City, Mexico. The Day of the Dead.

Hotel room...

A young pregnant woman with blond hair and blue-green eyes was staring down at the festivities below. Absently rubbing her stomach, she smiled down at the crowd, a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

The woman turned from the window to see Spike sitting on the bed. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and blue jeans with safety pins running up the sides. He had a streak of blue running through his white-gold hair. Spike patted the area of the bed in front of him and the young woman walked over to lie down on the very spot. As soon as she laid down, Spike started stroking her hair.

"Dad, I'm scared," she said quietly.

"I know, Emily. I know," Spike replied gently.

"She's going to be the one."

Spike looked down at his daughter.

Emily looked up into her father's eyes and smiled as she began to fade.

"She's going to break the curse. She's going to let us rest," she said, tears now flowing down her face. "She's going to set us free." She started wincing in pain. "I...love...you...dad."

"I love you too, Emily." He said with tears in his eyes as she disappeared. Now cradled in his arms was his fourth daughter. He looked upon her with joy and sadness, joy for the gift of life that's been graced in his presence once again, sadness for the loss of his third daughter.

Spike gave his new daughter a bittersweet smile. "Welcome to the world...Sydney."

Present, L.A. California

Lobby of the Hyperion Hotel

Dawn, Oz, and Connor are sitting on the sofa in the middle of the lobby, randomly flipping through channels and trying many attempts at small talk. None of them were really sure what to talk about, and the boys were too afraid to say something wrong around Dawn. Drusilla was sitting in a chair with her hands folded on her lap, looking expectantly towards the top of the stairs.

Dawn looked around the lobby, and then towards Connor and Oz. "Have you seen Sydney today?"

Before either could answer, a voice comes from up the stairs. "Right here, Watcher."

All of them looked up to see Sydney. Dawn smiled as her friend descended the stairs. Dawn got up to get away from Connor and Oz, not that she didn't like them, but right now she needed to be with a familiar presence.

"Hey Sydney. Have you seen Spike today?" Dawn asked worriedly. She hadn't seen him since their hug and cry session the previous night and she was beginning to wonder if their friendship could be mended.

"Yeah. As a matter of fact that's why I'm here. Spike and I have a big announcement to make," Syd stated.

Connor and Oz looked toward both girls, curious.

"Announcement?" Dawn asked. "About what?"

"Something very important, Bit." Spike's voice came from upstairs.

Instantly all heads in the lobby looked towards the top of the stairs. As soon as they laid eyes on Spike, a collective gasp came from Connor, Oz, and Dawn.

Spike was wearing his Doc Marten boots, and a pair of black leather pants with a polished chrome link chain as his belt. He was also wearing a royal blue silk T-shirt with sleeves that went down to the middle of his forearms. His fingernails, no longer painted black, but now painted snow white. Around his neck was a silver chain with a silver cross on it. In the middle of the cross was a black rune stone. The biggest shock of all was Spike's hair. No longer was it slicked back and white blond, but now in it's natural curly state and pure midnight black. His black hair made his unnaturally pale skin glow, making him look as though he was some fallen angel sent down from heaven.

Dawn's eyes were wide as saucers, and she suddenly remembered why she had a crush on him so many years ago. "Spike?" She asked.

"No it's the tooth fairy." He said sarcastically.

Dawn had a wounded look on her face, she was about to retort, when Sydney laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't mind him, Watcher. He's a bit insecure. Doesn't know if you'd like his new look or not."

Spike suddenly looked more nervous then cocky. As Dawn eyed Spike, Drusilla wafted towards the side of the staircase.

"You look good enough to eat, Pet." Drusilla purred as she began to sway her hips sensually.

Spike's confidence came back and he quickly went into his old role. "Always did have a thing for leather, dove. Whips."

"Straps," she added as she scaled the outside of the steps. She was now level with Spike, her hands on the banister, her feet on the steps.

"Leather dresses." Spike went on as he placed his hands over Drusilla's, his face inching closer and closer to hers.

She giggled madly, "No, William, I liked the girls in the leather dresses."

"Oh that's right." Their gazes were locked as they played with the air around their mouths, teasing their audience with the possibility of a kiss. Soon they leaned their foreheads together and faced Dawn and Sydney.

Oz was amused, though he didn't show it. Connor just rolled his eyes at their antics. "They do this at least three times a week." He thought.

Sydney looked giddy and Dawn was simply hypnotized by their interaction. She'd never seen Spike be so sensual and sweet yet morbid at the same time.

"Are you two... back together?" Dawn asked.

Spike stepped away from Dru, his smirk set firmly in place. "No, bit, just reminiscing. Good ol' days and all that rot. Now how do I look?" He spread out his arms so she could get a good look.

"Good. Very good in fact, Buffy will probably dump Morty as soon as she sees you looking like that."

"Yeah." He said distractedly. "Didn't even think about her." He said in afterthought. "And who the hell is Morty?!"

"Morty's the Immortal." She said the Immortal's name with a disgusted look on her face. "And what do you mean you didn't think about Buffy?" She half demanded, half inquired.

"Didn't change my look for her, Bit. Didn't even want to change my look, but my daughter insisted"

"Oh." Dawn nodded her head slowly. "Wait... what? Daughter? Who? When? Where?"

Sydney spoke up before Spike could answer. "Me!" She said. "I'm Spike's daughter. Surprise!" She added with super cheeriness.

Spike grabbed Drusilla and lifted her over the banister by her hips. They both went over to Sydney. Spike slung his arm over Syd's shoulder, while Dru snaked her arm around Spike's waist and rested her chin on the arm Spike slung over Syd's shoulder.

With a fatherly smile Spike said, "Nibblet, I'd like you to meet Miss Sydney Anne Bradley."

Dawn fainted.

Spike sighed, "Well that was expected." Spike then looked up, "Come 'ere, Connor and meet your cousin."

30 minutes later...

Dawn woke to the noise of sparring. Connor and Sydney were sparring, and Dawn was angry with herself now since she never noticed it before. Sydney moved just like Spike. And Connor? Well he moved like Angel and Spike, and currently had the upper hand over Sydney. Soon Connor brought Sydney to the ground.

"You're good." Sydney panted.

Connor grinned "So are you."

"Who taught you?" Sydney inquired.

"I was raised in a hell dimension; fighting becomes like breathing in one of those. So I guess I'm self-trained, but I got this good after training with Uncle."

Sydney looked over to her father, "Maybe we'll get some training time in? Did you ever train the others?" She asked.

Spike shook his head, "No, the others weren't slayers. Erin was a seer, Victoria was telekinetic, and Emily was an empath. You're the first one that's ever wanted to train, ever needed to, as far as I'm concerned."

Dawn was confused and soon echoed the thoughts of both Oz and Connor.

"Who're Erin, Emily, and Victoria?"

"All right kids, now take a seat cause Uncle Spike's about to weave a tale, involving a dashing young vampire, a homeless witch, and the Immortal."

Spike went on and told them about that night in Paris; when he met a young witch pregnant with her own soul, her own reincarnation. It was a curse placed on her because she wouldn't love the Immortal. Ever since then, the young girl was raised by Spike, and when she reached the age of

twenty-five she would become pregnant, give birth to herself and he'd raise her again. Each time he gave her a new name, raised her in new cities. Every time she gave birth to herself she would have a different eye color and a different hair color.

"So you raised her before you had a soul?" Dawn asked.

"Does it really surprise you, bit?" Spike shot back.

Dawn pondered the notion of a soulless Spike taking care of a little girl; she then began to smile, remembering Spike taking care of her. "No, it really doesn't. So why did Sydney have to go to a foster home?"

Spike sighed. "Well that's an easy story. When Angelus lost his soul, it wasn't hard to see the difference in him. He was still a right bastard; that much didn't change. But after a hundred years of being trapped behind the soul, he wasn't all there. You know what I mean? The two things Angelus came close to loving was Dru and Darla and the things he did to them are not stories I want you to hear. Needless to say, pet, we needed to make sure Sydney was safe. So we sent her to the Wagners, they're like foster parents for special children."

Dawn nodded, "Demon children?"

Spike nodded back, "And Elves, Dwarfs, Pixies, supernatural children in general. Thing is, the Wagners didn't like me because I was a vampire. Put up wards so I couldn't get near them and from what my Syd told me, they tried to brainwash her into believing I didn't love her or some nonsense." He shook his head, and a muttered "Wankers." could be heard coming from Sydney.

Dawn nodded and took everything in. "Spike, I need to talk to you in private, ok?"

Spike just nodded and rose from his seat. "We'll use Peaches old office." He walked towards the office with Dawn following quickly behind.

Once they got into the office, Spike closed the door and lowered the blinds. A few seconds later a very loud and very shrill "I can't believe you never told me you had a DAUGHTER!" was heard.

Everyone in the lobby winced. This was not a good time to have supernatural hearing, and unfortunately, they all did.

"Jesus!" Connor yelled as he covered his ears with his hands.

"My poor ears!" Sydney exclaimed as she mimicked Connor's actions.

Oz's face contorted in pain. "He's standing right next to her!" he said worriedly.

Another shrill "We were like brother and sister! I told you all of my secrets!" was heard, and the lobby's occupants ran to the back of the room, pressing themselves against the elevators in an attempt to get farther away.

A muffled "I know, bit, but you got to understand-"

He was cut off by a "NO! NO! NO! You got to understand..."

"Oh God it still hurts even from over here!" Sydney groaned.

Soon the screaming stopped and a muffled "You're a daddy!" could be heard. "That's so cool. And I'm her Watcher! Oh, and why does Connor fight like Angel?"

Through the doorway Spike could be heard saying, "He's Angel's son."

An audible thud was heard, followed by a "Bloody 'ell, she keeps fainting."

Spike came out of the door with a passed out Dawn in his arms; he walked over to the couch and put her back on her previous resting place.

Sydney ran up to Spike. "Daddy are you ok?" She asked, worried because he was so close to the shrill scream of Dawn.

"What?" Spike asked as he turned to face his daughter.

"I said, are you ok?"

Spike looked at her curiously, "Am I gay? What?! Bloody 'ell no! I mean that one time me and Angel..."

Sydney looked horrified. "NO! No! I said, ARE YOU OK?" She said as loudly as possible.

Spike looked astonished, "Bloody 'ell, Syd! How did you know we did it on hay!"

Sydney covered her ears and sang "LA LA LA... I'm not listening!" as she ran upstairs.

Spike chuckled as he pulled out his "Dawn's about to yell" emergency earplugs that he had bought the night before. "Well, that was too easy."

Connor came up to Spike looking relieved. "So you and my Dad, never..." He let the sentence hang, wanting Spike to complete it.

"Oh no, we did, just one time, mind you." He said almost absently.

Connor mimicked Sydney's actions and song as he too ran up the stairs.

Spike grinned like a madman. "Well that was more bloody fun than killing a Chaos demon."

TBC...

BAKAMAN: It's not a Spike/Dawn pairing, well not romantically. If I made it seem that way, I didn't mean to. In the next few chapters they'll be close and Spike may even sleep in the same bed with her, holding her, but none of it will sexual. It's just comfort after the traumatic experience. Not that I mind Spike/Dawn, just not this story. And yes eventually they will confront Buffy and the whole Scooby gang and now she won't only freak out about Connor, she'll now freak out about Sydney. It's a double freak out and if I feel like it their might be a Slayer Vs Slayer that's the daughter of the Vampire known as the slayer of slayers Cat fight. I hope this chapter answered the whole Spike killed two Slayers question.

I think chapter it's self, answers all the Sydney questions.

The Next chapter will come out much sooner then this one did I promise!