I looked at the vampires on the floor. "Get up." They got up slowly, still keeping their eyes on the ground. "Pick up Larry and Ralph and follow me." I spun around and started walking, not bothering to check they'd do what I said. I knew they would. Terrorising a bunch of fledglings is fun and all, but be honest I'm really not in the mood. Suddenly I realise my mistake. I'd got pissed at Ralph because I thought he couldn't track by scent. Vampires don't have scents, I know that. What I meant was he should follow Buffy's. It's obvious we're…whatever the bloody hell we are, any idiot could figure that out after our little episode a few minutes ago, but advising it for anyone or anything to hear really isn't a good idea. Well actually it doesn't really matter, it's no secret in the demon world we're fucking, but…bloody hell, I'm not even making sense.

I stalked through the graveyards and side streets, and eventually we got to my graveyard. I got to my crypt and turned around. The vamps trailed up. "This is it," I told them. "Home. You'll all stay here for now. There's a small cooler in the corner. None of you are allowed to touch it. There's a trunk in the other corner. That's off limits too. Lastly, there's also an old black and white TV. Unless I'm using it, you lot are free to watch anything you like. There's a lower level with a bed. Put Larry and Ralph onto it, then come and see me. We're all going to have a little talk about the rules."

I opened the door and walked in, throwing myself onto the beat up old chair. The vamps came in. The vamps holding Larry and Ralph made there way down to the lower level, and the others just stood there, looking for all the world like puppy's expecting to get kicked. I lit up a fag again. "Make yourselves at home," I said. "After all, we're family." They all found places to go, some sitting on the floor, a few perched on the sarcophagus, and two others leaned agenised the wall, all of the looking nervous. Soon after the ones who were carrying Larry and Ralph came back up, looked around and sat on the floor. I took a deep drag on the cig, and then tapped it, watching the ash fall.

"Okay, first things first. No one's allowed to kill any humans."

"Hey, wait a minute!" One of the women protested. I snapped my head around and growled, vamping.

"Any of you disobey me, I'll personally hand you over to the Slayer. After I've had my fun, of course." I changed my face back to human and took another drag of my fag, blowing the smoke out and watching it hover in the air. "Second, keep away from the Slayer. She finds you, it's your funeral. Third, there's some human's who are close to the Slayer. I'll show you them later. You see them in trouble, help them out. Questions?"

"Why the fuck have we godda play guardian angel to a bunch of loser humans? Especially if they're in with the Slayer."

"Because they're in with the Slayer, moron. The boy, his name's Harris, isn't really worth bothering about, but if the others feel they owe you, they'll feel like they have to help convince the Slayer not to stake you."

"Why can't we kill any humans?"

"For the same reason."

"Yeah but…"

"That's it!" I snapped. I got up and walked over to the door. "I'm going out. You lot stay here." I walked out without waiting for a reply. It felt good to be in charge again.

A/N: God, it's been ages since I've written anything for this. Nearly 6 months, bloody hell! Well, I did say I'd finish it. I don't know if any old reviewers are still looking out for updates, but if any are, sorry it's been so long.