Title: Sirens' Song
Author: Sinayah
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Buffy, Angel, or Xmen. They belong to very rich people who don't appreciate them as we fanfic writers do.
Disclaimer 2: The Chapter Title and Lyrics are from An American Tail.
Authors Note: Many heartfelt thanks to my muse Zenura, without her I wouldn't have had the guts to write. If you like this story please review or send me an email, I'd really appreciate hearing what you think. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Somewhere Out There
"Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight. Someone's thinking of me, and loving me tonight."

Back in the school parking lot Serena and Logan received congratulations from their charges on how well the dreaded meeting had gone. They grumbled a bit over the new rules, especially the danger room sessions. The teens didn't like inviting the enemy into their sanctuary. As the group piled into the cars Serena announced that she felt like walking some of the tension off and told her friends to leave without her. Several of the teens expressed a desire to walk with her, especially Kurt. Siren knew the boy probably wanted to talk to her but there was something the dark haired woman needed to do, alone.

Watching her team mates exit the parking lot Serena waited until they'd disappeared from sight before turning and making her way back towards the school building. She chose a spot outside on the lawn and sat down under a tree, where she could see the jeep the Brotherhood boys used to get around. It didn't take long for the boys to make an appearance.

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After getting a final lecture from their boss Lance, Todd, Freddy, and Pietro left the school and headed for their jeep. "Yo, did you get a look at that new chick? Man she was weird! She even scared the Boss Lady, yo!" The amphibian-esque teen commented to his friends.

"Yeah I noticed. If she's hanging with the X geeks she must be a mutant. I wonder what kind of powers she has that could scare Mystique. The boss may be a bitch but not much scares her." Lance replied. He was thinking of ways to approach Kitty to find out about the new chick. The rock tumbler was also surprised that Mystique hadn't told them anything about the woman after the meeting. He went over the conversation in his mind and remembered something else that was strange, "She got all weird when she saw Pietro too. You know her or something dude?"

The speed demon had noticed the strangers' reaction to him, and was confused. Her face was familiar to him, and her golden gaze had brought a warm feeling and a sense of comfort to him. "I don't know Lance. She seems familiar, but I've lived in so many places and met so many different people that I just can't place her." The snowy haired boy answered truthfully.

Freddy had heaved his massive frame into the jeep while his friends were talking and he spotted the strange, beautiful woman sitting under a tree not far away. "Why don't you go ask her Pietro? She's sitting under the tree over there watching us." The super strong teen commented, nodding his head in the dark haired woman's general direction.

"I think I will. You guys go on without me; I'll meet you at home." Pietro said, walking toward the strangely familiar woman. He kept his blue grey eyes focused on her as he walked, hearing his friends leave in the jeep. When he reached the woman she looked up, her amber eyes again locking with his own.

"Pietro? Are you Pietro Maximova?" she asked. Serena looked him over again, now that there wasn't a room full of people around her. She was sure that this teen was the small boy she'd known years before in the Ukraine. The snowy hair and swirling blue grey eyes confirmed it. Her hands moved to the purse she carried and reached inside for her wallet. Opening it, she removed an old, torn picture and gazed at it, a smile gracing her features.

"Close enough I guess. My name's Maximoff though, not Maximova. I think I went by Maximova a long time ago, but I can't really remember. Who are you anyway and how do you know me?" The young man asked, looking closely at the seated woman, trying to recall her face from his memories. Pietro was feeling fidgety, normal in itself, considering his mutation, but it wasn't the powers making him twitchy this time.

Seeing the confusion in the teens eyes Serena gestured for him to sit next to her. He complied, knowing he could always take off again at light speed if the need arose. "When you knew me, long ago, my name was Nichola Kalinskia. I'm not surprised that you don't remember me. You were so small when you were taken away, only five years old. You lived with my parents friends and the two of us were always together. Here, look and see. This was taken just a week before you left."

Pietro took the picture she handed him and looked closely. Memories long forgotten came back as he gazed at the old photograph. It showed a young black haired girl with amber eyes holding a small white haired boy in her lap. They were wrapped in a blanket that was thrown about the girls shoulders and there was a fire burning brightly behind the pair. The boy in the picture was obviously his younger self and the girl closely resembled the woman beside him. I remember. You used to sing to me, and you taught me how to play the church piano. You had a nickname for me too, what was it?"

"I used to call you ptichka. My little bird, always flitting about and chirping at me. Such a sweet thing you were, I couldn't resist you. I missed you so much when you left, I never thought I'd see you again; especially after my mutation manifested and I left the village and everything behind, including my name. I'm glad you turned out so well Pietro, even if I don't like your boss, at least you are alive and well." Taking the old picture back, Serena tucked it into her wallet again next to another picture, one of a china doll looking woman and a Billy Idol look alike, and returned the wallet to her purse.

Still a bit shell shocked from the memories Pietro nodded at the woman. As she got up to leave though, the boys arm shot out lightning fast and grabbed her wrist. "Wait, please. I don't remember much, but it's coming back to me. You were my friend, you took care of me and I remember that I loved you. You said you left your name behind, what is it now?"

Crouching back down Siren pushed an errant lock of snowy hair away from the boys face and replied, "I am Serena now, Serena Masterton. Or Siren, depending on the situation." She smiled at Pietro, hoping he'd ask another question. She wanted to get to know the young man her ptichka had become.

Since Serena seemed willing to talk Pietro asked the question he and his friends wanted to know. "What kind of mutation do you have? All of us are curious. We didn't even know about you until today, though Mystique acted funny when you came in so I assume you've met her before."

"Yes, we've met. She wanted to recruit me to your team, but I didn't like her motives. Also, Wolverine was there and I had to break up a fight between them. As for my mutation, about a year after you left it manifested. I can hypnotize and control people with my voice. I can also change shape, though not like Mystique. If you know your mythology you should recognize the term 'sea siren'. That's what I am." Serena explained. She knew she should've avoided answering, but they would've gotten the answer from Mystique sooner or later.

"Wow, cool power. I was wondering how you could break up a fight between Wolverine and Mystique without getting seriously hurt or killed. Those two hate each other with a passion. So how come you're not hypnotising me now? Or everyone in the meeting?" The speedster asked, quite curious. He liked the feelings being near her gave him. She was a part of his past that was nice to remember.

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Looking at her wristwatch Serena noted it was getting late. She needed to get back to the mansion before they sent out a search party. "I need to get back to the mansion. The kids will be wanting dinner soon." Seeing the dejected look come over his face and an all too familiar pout start to form she offered, "Why don't you walk with me and we'll talk some more on the way?"

Perking up, the boy stood and offered a hand to help Serena back up. She took it and the pair began walking toward the mansion, talking along the way. Serena explained that the professor had found a way around her mutation so that she was able to speak freely, though she didn't go into detail on the subject. In turn Pietro told her a few things about himself, demonstrating his own powers by taking off and returning a few moments later with the pen that had been on Mystiques desk at the school.

When they reached the gates outside the mansion Pietro was reluctant to leave his long lost friend. He truly liked her, and not just what he remembered of their shared past. "Well this is where we part ways. Look, I know we're supposed to be enemies and all but, couldwegettogetherandtalkagainsometime?" He babbled the last, wanting to get it out before his macho 'don't give a damn' attitude could take control and stop him.

Taking a moment to translate the garbled question Serena answered. "Of course. You'll be coming here regularly with the other boys, we can talk then." Pleased that he wanted to renew their friendship the hypnotist graced Pietro with another of her lovely, happy smiles. Unlocking the gate with her key she said good bye and started up the walk, looking back to see the teen watching her.

She waved and was about to turn back toward the mansion when he called out, "Do you still sing that lullaby you used to sing when you put me to bed?" The memory had just come back to him, the dark haired young woman sitting at his bedside, tucking him in and singing softly in Ukrainian until he nodded off, feeling the brush of her lips on his pale forehead.

"Not since the night before you were taken from me Ptichka" was her response. She gave him another small smile before turning and walking up to the mansion. Pietro didn't see the tears of both joy and sadness in her whiskey coloured eyes; neither did Serena see the smile that touched his cupids bow lips before he dashed away.

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Pietro got back to the ramshackle house he and his team mates called home two minutes after leaving Serena at the mansion. The wiry teen tempered his exuberance and forced the smile from his lips. Entering the house he noted the chill and figured the heater was broken again. He found his friends lounging around in the living room griping about the new rules and the scheduled battles with their rivals. "Hey guys." The stormy eyed boy said in greeting.

"Yo dude, how'd it go with the freaky chick? What's her deal?" Todd asked before snatching a spider off the wall with his tongue. Both he and Lance were extremely curious about the new mutant and her possible connection to one of their friends.

Pietro sat on the couch, nudging Lances' feet out of the way. He decided not to share everything with the others, fearing their taunts if he told them too much. "Turns out she did know me, when I was about five I guess. We lived in the same village in the Ukraine and my foster parents were friends with hers. She had a picture of us to prove it."

"Cool. So is she a mutant or Wolverines girl or what?" Lance questioned. As the leader of their group he wanted to know if she should be considered a threat. 'God, the X geeks get all the babes. That chick was hot, even if she is older. 'Course we got the two best looking guys; got the worst too now that I think about it.'

"She's a mutant. She hypnotizes people and controls them with her voice and turns into a mermaid from what she told me. Xavier found a way around the hypnosis though so she can talk. For an X geek she's pretty cool. She said if I wanted to know anything about when we were kids she'd tell me, doesn't care that we're on different sides." Pietro wasn't above twisting the truth now and then. The snowy haired boy wasn't about to let his friends know that he really liked the woman or that he'd been the one to ask if they could talk again.

"That's cool yo. Think you can talk her into joining us? It'd be fuckin cool to have a hypnotist on our team. And she's a lot nicer than the rest of the X geeks yo." The greenish grey teen commented. She'd been looking right at him when he'd caught a fly during the meeting and hadn't been grossed out like most people so Todd figured she was cool.

Lance nodded in agreement; he was imagining what a mutant with those powers could do in a fight. The dark haired boy also thought it would be nice to have a girl around the place again, especially if she wasn't as stand offish as Rogue had been. "Maybe you could talk to her when we go to the mansion for our first torture session 'Tro. She doesn't have a history with any of the geeks so she might be willing to change sides to be closer to you. If she's nice like you said she won't want to have to hurt you in a fight, mention that."

"We'll see." Was Pietro's non-committal response. He didn't want to talk to her about them being on different sides of the fight. He didn't want their new friendship to be ruined because of that. The lanky young man resolved not to bring the subject up in conversation unless she did first.

Having been quiet during the conversation, Freddy spoke up. "Can she cook?" was the heavy set boys question; his mind, as always, on his stomach. He got a shrug in response from Pietro and watched as all three of his friends tried not to laugh at his oh so typical choice of comments.

With no more questions forthcoming Pietro left the living room, hearing Lance say something about ordering pizza since the fridge was empty again. He made his way up the creaking, rotted stairs to the hole in the wall he called a bedroom. Laying down on the single bed his stormy eyes closed and he called forth all the memories he could of the girl Nichola and her adult counterpart Serena.

His childhood memories were dim, only vague flashes. There was one of Nichola holding him in her lap, her hands over his, teaching him to play the piano in a small church. Another flash showed him riding a bicycle and falling off, skinning his knees, and the girl carrying his small body home to clean him up and sew the hole in his jeans closed before his foster mother could see the damage.

A third flash brought an embarrassed wince and a smile. He'd walked to her house to visit his pretty friend and found a group of boys her age waiting outside for her. They'd asked him what he was doing and told him to go home when he'd explained that he was going to play with Nichola. He'd yelled with childish arrogance that she was his girlfriend and he'd play with her if he wanted. That had brought derisive laughs from the older boys and they'd begun teasing him.

The young Pietro had been in tears when he'd suddenly been scooped up by loving arms and hugged tightly while Nichola railed at the boys in rapid fire Ukrainian that she was his girlfriend and that they should leave her ptichka alone. He'd stuck his tongue out at the bullies when she'd turned and carried him into her house.

A dozen or more images ran through the teens mind, all of them happy. Pietro didn't have many memories like these. He'd been shuffled through foster homes all of his life, until his father finally came forward and set him up with the Brotherhood. If for no other reason than the good memories, he was glad to have been reunited with Serena.

One last flash of memory lulled the young mutant to sleep, the one he'd asked Serena about earlier. She'd been his regular babysitter on nights when their parents went out and she'd always sung him to sleep with a softly murmured lullaby. She sang in different languages, sometimes German or Russian, less often in English. Different languages, but always the same song, and always ended it with a soft kiss to his forehead.

An hour later Todd came upstairs to tell Pietro dinner had arrived. When his knock went unanswered the teen opened the flimsy door and found his friend sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed, making him look incredibly young. A soft smile was on the white haired boys lips. Not wanting to disturb Pietro's pleasant dreams, Todd closed the door again and went back downstairs to grab some pizza for them both before Freddy ate it all.

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On the other side of town in the X mansion dinner had been finished and the teens who weren't out on dates were lounging in different parts of the mansion. Serena had enlisted Jean to help with the after dinner clean up and they were currently washing the dishes. The black haired woman tried again to make overtures of friendship to the young telekinetic girl and was rebuffed. Jean did not like Serena for some reason, the redhead tolerated her presence when others were around and behaved in a friendly manner at those times, but when they were alone the girl shunned her and tried her best to annoy the older woman.

Tonight was no exception. The tensions of the day, her worry for Spike, and the unexpected reunion with Pietro had left Serena with a headache. She was washing dishes and handing them to Jean to dry, dearly wishing she could escape to her bedroom for a rest. The redhead wasn't making things easier; Jean was probing her mental defences, a habit she'd developed months ago. Usually Siren didn't mind it, as it developed the weaker of the girls' abilities.

"Jean please stop probing my mind. I have a headache." Serena asked. She knew the younger woman wouldn't find a weak spot, Drusilla had taught her well how to hide her mind from psychics and telepaths; but the redhead kept pushing, her efforts becoming less subtle with each failed attempt.

The girl smirked inwardly, pleased at having annoyed the older woman. 'Good, I hope it hurts. Why don't you go away you black haired bitch. My life was almost perfect till you showed up and ruined it. I don't see why everyone likes you so much. They should like me better. I'm the pretty, popular one. God, why can't you just go back where you came from.' With that thought Jean sent another, even less subtle probe at the womans mind. She was determined to break through that mental wall. The redhead hated being unable to access the lion eyed womans thoughts.

Feeling the probe as a lancing pain through her skull Serena pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, repeating herself. "Jean, please knock it off. I don't feel well and your probes are making my headache worse. Why don't you go get ready for your date with Duncan, I'll finish the dishes myself." Serena offered, hoping the redhead would leave her alone.

Pretending to think about the offer Jean said, "No I'll stay and help you. I have plenty of time before Duncan gets here. You do everything around here, the least I can do is help with the dinner dishes." A false smile marring her pretty face Jean prepared to launch another mental attack.

Noting the sarcasm and the lack of apology for causing her pain Serena prepared to teach the redhead a small lesson should the girl attack her mind again. Predictably the probe came a moment later. Instead of deflecting it Serena opened a portion of her mind and let the girl in before erecting her defences again and trapping the girl inside her mind.

'I'm in, I'm in! I finally broke through the bitch's wall!' Jean thought as she gained access to Serena's mind. A split second later though, she couldn't think at all. Jean was trapped inside the hypnotists mind with no way to escape. She was blasted by the maelstrom of Serena's emotions. Pain, both physical and mental were prevalent; as were anger, fear, joy, worry, and love. The barrage was too much for the younger girl and she screamed, both inside Sirens mind, and in the physical world where she'd collapsed to the floor with her hands over her face.

Serena had released Jeans mind and was sitting on the floor with the girls head in her lap, rubbing her temples in a soothing manner when the other Xmen ran into the room, responding to Jeans pained cries. "It's alright guys. I was just teaching Jean a well deserved lesson. She was probing my mind even though I'd asked her to stop a couple times."

Professor Xavier entered the room in time to hear Serena's explanation. He'd barely stepped out of the jet when Jeans mental scream reached him. "What did you do exactly? Is Jean hurt?" He asked, though he knew Siren wouldn't hurt the girl. Jean had done the same type of thing to him as well. She didn't believe that there were mental defences strong enough to keep her out of someone's mind.

"I let her in Professor. I trapped her in my mind and let her feel my emotions rather than read my thoughts. I let her out after a few seconds. She may have a headache for an hour or so but she isn't hurt. Look, I know I shouldn't have retaliated but I won't apologize for it. I've had a rough, emotional day and I couldn't take the constant prying. I asked Jean politely to stop, twice in fact, but she persisted." The dark haired woman explained.
Serena was sorry she'd let the redhead get to her, but Jean had more than deserved the light punishment Siren had meted out. Compared to other mental tricks and traps she knew, the girl had gotten off lightly. Being masters at psychic mind tricks and mental tortures, Spike and Dru had taught Serena everything they knew so that she could defend herself against psionic attacks. The skills had come in handy on more than one occasion.

The professor understood the skill Serena had employed, though he wondered how she'd acquired the mental control needed to effectively trap a telepath, even one as weak in the power as Jean was. 'I'll have to ask her one day. The woman knows far too many ways to defeat a telepath. I can't even get around her defences unless she allows it.'

Aloud he said, "It's alright Serena, I know how persistent Jean can be, she's tried to get into my mind on several occasions. As long as she isn't hurt I see no reason to discuss it further. Logan would you carry Jean up to her room please?"

After the crowd had left the kitchen Serena hurriedly finished the cleaning and retired to the rec room to relax with her team mates. Kurt and Rogue joined her on the couch to watch some television within a few minutes of her arrival, silently letting her know they weren't angry about the altercation with Jean.

Logan came in about half an hour later with a beer and switched the TV over to a hockey game in typical male fashion. Nudging Rogues' feet over he sat between the women and put his arm over the back of the couch to massage Serenas' neck. He confided that Jean was in a rage over what had been done to her, complaining to anyone who would listen. "I think what's pissin her off is that no ones sympathizin. After livin around two telepaths for a while, you can tell when one's sneakin a peek in your head and that Jeannie is one nosy little girl." The gruff man divulged.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. Jean steered clear of the rec room on her way out for her date, and Serena enjoyed the company of her friends. She argued with Logan over the merits of football (soccer) versus hockey. Both teens sided with her and they were almost an even match to Logan's vehement defense of his favourite sport.

When the huge grandfather clock in the foyer chimed eleven Serena ushered the teens to bed while Logan stood sentry at the front door to catch anyone who was more than five minutes late for curfew. 'He really loves getting the late ones up for an early workout in the Danger Room. The man is perverse.' Serena thought, smiling as she made her rounds to say goodnight to the teens.

Kurt wasn't in his room when Serena checked it. He'd wanted to talk to her earlier that day and she decided he was probably waiting in her own room. Her suspicions proved correct when she entered and found the fuzzy blue boy sitting in her rocking chair. "Hey Serena. I just wanted to say thanks for helping me get over the fear of seeing Mystique again. You did really well in the meeting today." Her sweet friend said.

"Thank you, and it was my pleasure. Are you feeling better now that you've seen her and the world didn't end?" Serena asked teasingly. Pleased with the answering grin he gave her she continued. "Now it's time for all fuzzy blue elves to bamf off to bed don't you think?"

"I'll go in a minute Mother." The boy replied, half serious and half teasing. "First I wanted to ask you something. It may be none of my business, and please tell me to shut up if you don't want to talk about it. I just wanted to ask what you did after the meeting. You were gone a long time and umm, I saw you talking to Speedy at the gate when you got home. I wasn't spying or anything, I just happened to see you out of my window." He assured the dark haired woman.

Charles, Kurt and Logan were the only three people at the mansion Serena felt she could talk to about Pietro. Retrieving the picture from her purse for the second time that day she handed it to the boy and explained. "I knew Pietro when he was just a little boy. That's him there with me in the picture." The teen nodded, recognizing the similarities between the children and the people he knew.
"I haven't seen him since he was five, it surprised me when I looked around the room today and saw him there. I waited after the meeting and talked to him for a while. It took a minute but he remembered me. Can you keep it a secret? I don't know how the others would react if they knew that I was friends with one of the Brotherhood. I'll probably tell Logan and the Professor, but I don't think anyone else needs to know yet." Serena hoped he'd agree, she could just imagine the torment Jean would put her through if she knew. Scott would rant as he did to Kitty for her tentative friendship with Lance and Evan would likely stop speaking to her.

Kurt gave her one of his fang filled grins and handed her picture back, saying "Of course I will not tell. Pietro is kind of nice as long as Evan isn't around, or his friends. I better go to bed now before the Wolf comes to do his bed check. Goodnight." He hugged his pretty friend for a moment before teleporting to his own room, leaving behind a faint wisp of sulphuric smoke.

Serena smiled and shook her head at the boys' antics, she really did adore the little joker. Giving Logan a few more minutes to make his rounds Serena headed downstairs again for their nightly coffee klatch, taking the picture of she and Pietro with her and sending a mental invitation to join them to the Professor. Receiving his response that'd he'd join them in a moment Serena prepared two cups of coffee and a cup of tea for Charles. She would explain the reunion with her ptichka to the two men and then call it a night.

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It was about four in the morning in Sunnydale, dawn would arrive in just two hours. 'Finally' Spike thought as the lock on his wrist manacles opened. Using his lock picking skills, the vampire had himself completely free in another five minutes. Removing the chains from his body quietly the blond stepped out of Giles bathtub and stretched his aching muscles. 'Now, time to get some real help. Think I'll have another mug of blood as well, that slayer bitch left the worst taste in my gob.'

Moving into the watchers living room Spike listened closely to the sounds from the loft. 'Good, ol' Rupes is asleep. I'll just get this letter written and posted before he wakes up and as soon as she gets it I'll be out of this bloody town for good.' Sitting down at Giles desk Spike pulled a piece of paper, an envelope, and a stamp from the top drawer. Taking a pen in hand the vampire wrote in an old fashioned Victorian script.

'Ello my little Nymph,

I know you're probably worried about me since I haven't called. Well you certainly had a reason to be this time Ducks. I seem to have gotten myself into a pickle here in Sunnyhell. I had that bloody Gem of Amara, but the bitch slayer took it from me when I tried to make a meal of her. Yes I know I promised I'd leave the bint alone, but you know me. Anyway she took it right off me finger in broad daylight! Sent it to my overly gelled ponce of a Sire. Went to L.A. after it I did, and got my arse royally kicked, again. But on the upside I did get to see the great poof being tortured. He looks much better with hot pokers sticking out of him! After all that trouble I still didn't get the Gem. Went back to Sunnyhell to dole out some payback (Yes I know, I need to stop and think once in a while, but I got BORED!) and got myself bloody captured by a bunch of soldier boy commando types. Managed to get free of 'em, but not before they put some kind of bleeding chip in my head that sends this searing pain through me skull any time I try to feed or even think about hurting a human. To make a long story shorter I'm now a 'guest' of the Slayer and her groupies, chained to the watchers tub and drinking pigs' blood out of a Kiss the Librarian mug. Bad enough that humiliation is but just today the little witch messed up a Will Be Done spell and I ended up ENGAGED to the bloody SLAYER!!!! I've had enough Luv. Please, I'm begging you, come and get me. I can't take any more, I need your help. You'll find me at the watchers flat. 56972 Horizon St. #12. You might want to bring a couple of your new friends, I don't think the Slayer will just let me go. She thinks I have information on the commandos that got hold of me. Please, come soon.

All My Love,

Spike

Satisfied with his explanation of the last month the blond folded the letter and put it in the envelope. After attaching the stamp he addressed the missive:

Serena Masterton
c/o Prof. Charles Xavier
11521 Montague St.
Bayville, NY
90650

Glancing out the window Spike noticed that sunrise wasn't far away. He stood and pocketed the letter then left the watchers apartment. Running down the block to the nearest mail box he dropped his plea for help into the receptacle and hurried back to re chain himself in the tub.

As the vampire lay, chained in the cold dark room, he reassured himself with silent thoughts. 'Serena will come, a week at the most. She'll get me out of this bloody mess and figure out a way to get rid of this chip. These new friends of hers sound like alright blokes, all of em mutants like her. Satan below I miss that little chit. Best thing I ever did was not eat the girl in that god awful alley. Never should have let her stay in New Orleans, no matter what Dru said about it being time to free the songbird. At least she's happy. She likes those kids a lot, that Wolverine bloke too. Bloody strange if you ask me, having metal claws rip through your knuckles, and the furry blue kid she keeps telling me about that people thought was a demon. It'll be fun to meet 'em, especially if the sodding slayer wants to argue with 'em.'

With thoughts of the various ways Serena and her mutant friends could dispose of the slayer and the commandos Spike fell asleep with a sadistic smile on his face. The week of waiting couldn't go by fast enough as far as he was concerned.