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AUTHORESSES Note...s:

TF: Oh my goodness gracious… points amazedly at chapter … there's plot in this. How did that get in there?

TLF: glancing at it Well I'm sure I don't know. It sort of snuck up on us didn't it?

TF: Indeed it did. Well, I hope you loverly people out there enjoy this as Wesley final comes in! I love that man.

TLF: Me too….

SIGNING OUT,

TLF and TF

In a storm of movement so fast that the two male vampires had a hard time seeing, she drew her gun and hired four rounds into Spike's chest.

"Bloody Hell!" he yelled, clutching his bleeding chest. Angel looked very surprised, Morgan looked amused, and Willow was clutching a pillow over her eyes, where she had placed it as soon as she silenced the door.

The red-haired witch looked over the top of her pillow. "Is it safe? Is he in pain? Is he dead?"

Morgan snorted with amusement, Gwen grinned, pleased with herself, Spike groaned with pain, and Angel looked more then a little surprised. Spike looked up.

"What the hell are you?" he asked his voice tight with pain. Morgan and Gwen glanced at each other.

"Vampires," they said unanimously. They grinned at each other, Gwen unvamping as they spoke.

"Guess that's what you get," Gwen said, shrinking a bit, taking a handful of popcorn.

"When you're the grand-childes of Alucard," Morgan finished.

Spike, still managing to sit upright on the floor, and Angel looked at each other. Willow, still gripping the pillow protectively, blinked in confusion. "The whatizts of whosa?"

"Did you say the grand-childes of Alucard?" Angel interrupted.

"I dunno, is that what you said?" asked Gwen casually to Morgan, taking another handful of popcorn.

"Mmm, yeah, I think that's what I said."

"Yep, that's what she said," confirmed Gwen cheerfully.

"In pain here!" shouted Spike forlornly from the ground.

"Wait a minute," continued Angel, everyone complete ignoring Spike, "who's Alucard? What the hell is going on here? Confused," he finished despairingly

Morgan opened her mouth but was interrupted by Spike. "Does anyone care that I'm lying on the floor BLEEDING!"

"No!" replied Gwen and Willow loudly.

"How 'bout," mused Morgan, thinking on her feet, "we go and take Spike back to Angel Inc. and then we can have Wes explain everything to you."

"Why can't you just explain it to me now?" inquired Angel.

"No particular reason, it's just a very long and complicated story and Wesley seems to like telling those."

"Sounds like a plan!" said Gwen. She looked distastefully down at Spike. "But do we have to take the blonde? I wanted him to be in unbearable agony for just a liiiitle bit longer."

"Look, I'm all for that, but he's getting blood all over my floors and there is only so much my Swiffer will pick up!"

Gwen pouted and grudgingly nodded. "Alright then," she said, walking to the door, in the process managing to step on several of Spike's fingers, extracting a groan from the floor ridden vamp. Morgan strode around him, leaving two frustrated and curious beings inside the apartment.

They glanced at each other, and at the same time, realized that the last person out had to get Spike. Moving faster then she thought possible for herself, Willow grabbed a cookie and dashed out the door, leaving a frustrated, curious, and now Spike-burdened Angel in her wake.

The Hotel, Wes's Office

Wes watched in detached amusement as Gwen, then Morgan, Willow, then finally Spike and Angel came through the door of the hotel. The first stormed, the second strode, the third dashed, and the last two were complaining bitterly to one another.

Wes pulled out a gurney, and motioned for Spike to sit on it, before turning to get out some instruments to pull the bullets out of Spike. Spike warily watched the ex-Watcher.

"What do you think your going to do with those?" he asked, his voice slightly panicked as Wes brought out a rather wicked looking tweezers.

"Well, I was planning to take those bullets out, but if you'd rather me keep them in there..." he left off, watching Spike with a raised eyebrow. Spike sullenly sat down, and pulled his now-hole ridden black tee-shirt over his head, giving the room a view of some very nasty looking bullet holes, arranged in a circle on his chest.

Morgan whistled low, and looked appraisingly at the bullet holes. Then she glanced at her vampire friend. "Well done, Gwen. You're aim's gotten wonderful," she complimented, grinning at the wincing Spike, who was now getting the bullets extracted from his torso.

Angel, still desperately curious about the two female vamps, went straight to the point.
"Wes, Gwen and Morgan say they are the Grand-Childes of some guy named Alucard. Their transformations- What? What's wrong?" he asked, concerned, when Spike yelped as Wes accidentally dug the tweezers in too far.

"Bloody hell, man, that's my body you're digging into!"Spike yelled at the very stunned researcher. Almost not acknowledging it,Wesley apologized to the blond vampire. Angel raised an eyebrow at the British ex-watcher.

"You are apologizing to Spike. It's got to be really, really bad," he said, warily watching the grinning vampresses.

"No, I'm just rather surprised that they are vampires," Wesley explained, with a nod to the female vamps, both of whom smiled and nodded back. "Alucard, eh? No wonder we didn't know...no, Angel, not bad necessarily, just different. Alucard, Angel, is a very powerful Vampire...very powerful...can withstand sunlight, stakes, beheading, has regenerative skills, can turn into shadows, bats, and wolves...extreme speed...Alucard is Dracula. I heard he's now working for Hellsing, am I correct?" Morgan nodded.

"Yeah, he's under the service of Sir Hellsing in London. We went to visit him after we were turned." The vamp pushed back her long hair. "He was more then slightly pissed when we told him what happened...er...well...and he...er...lets not get into that right now, shall we?" she said, looking rather embarrassed.

Gwen nodded, looking a bit flushed. Spike frowned.

"Dracula? Poncy bugger owes me five quid."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "You do know that one of Alucard's brood has some of the powers that he has? Who you met was not Alucard. He probably would have killed you," she said dreamily.

Angel looked hard at them. "Buffy met Dracula several years ago...he tried to turn her," he said. Gwen and Morgan looked at each other, confused.

"If it was anywhere in the space of ten years ago, she was nearly turned by a fake. Alucard's been working for Sir Hellsing for ten years...and for twenty before that he was a dried up corpse hidden in their basement," Gwen stated matter-of-factly.

Morgan nodded. Wes looked at them, pondering his next move.

"May I see one of you as a vampire?" he asked, curiosity clear in his eyes. Gwen nodded at Morgan.

"I'm all vamped out for tonight, go ahead," Morgan grinned, and stood. Suddenly, she shot up a few inches, her long dirty blonde hair streaking black, her eyes glowing a fierce crimson, nails turning black and long, fangs growing past her lips.

Wes nodded and glanced over her thoughtfully. "Yes, you're most certainly... well... a unique...uh...breed." An idea came to him. "I wonder if you wouldn't mind-"

Spike interrupted him, slapping his shoulder. "Excuse me? Still have pieces of lead in me? You can play with your toys later."

"Oh yes, of course Prince Minshkin," Wesley rolled his eyes and returned to tweezing out the numerous bullets lodged into Spike's chest.

Morgan un-vamped and sat back down, Angel's concerned eyes following her every move.

"I probably won't like the answer to this question," started Wesley, "but, out of shameful curiosity, how did you get all these bullets in you in the first place?"

"Ooh! Ooh! I can answer that!" shouted Gwen excitedly, her handing waving in the air, "I shot him," she stated proudly, a large smile beaming from her face.

Spike yelped again as Wesley's usually steady hand went berserk and jammed the tweezers into his wound.

"STOP. BEING. SURPRISED!"

"Why on Earth did you do that?" asked Wesley incredulously, completely ignoring Spike's whimpers.

"Well," said Gwen, thinking, "two reasons. One, he was annoying everybody and I just happened to be armed at the time. And two..." her eyes narrowed, "he called me...princess..."

Everyone, Morgan included, turned to stare at Gwen strangely. "Reminder to self," stated Wesley, "Stay on Gwen's good side."

"Yeah, I second that," agreed Angel.

Gwen noticed the stares. "Its not that it was sexist and demeaning...well, yes that was part of it, but has to do with something personal," she said, shooting a meaningful glance at Morgan, whose face flashed with understanding. Willow looked between the two, her face giving away that she thought she had something important.

"Does it have to do with Markus?" she asked, her soft voice making the vampires stare at her. "Well? Does it?" she repeated with more strength, her eyebrows raised.

For a second, Gwen's eyelids dropped, as if concentrating on something. Morgan's face was one of concentration as well. Morgan shrugged, absently glaring at Spike, who had put on his tattered tee and was searching for a cigarette.

"Markus...he, the slimy bastard, is our sire. Unfortunately, we were unable to kill the bugger, but we did get to do serious bodily harm."

Gwen nodded. "It's a shame, ramming several blessed blades through him should have been a prick on the finger for what he planned for him," she thought, looking wistful.

Morgan continued. "You see, Gwen and I met when we were both in, what, 8th grade? We were like twelve, thirteen-"

Gwen interrupted her,"We met when we were twelve, I just hated your guts till the end of the year."

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Yes, anyway, skip ahead ten or so years, when we were twenty-one-"

"We still are," piped up Gwen cheerfully, looking at Morgan, but pulling her gun out at the same time, warningly clicking back the safety when Spike tried to light his cigarette. Needless to say, he quickly dropped his lighter. Gwen lowered the gun.

"Gwen...! Anyway, we both feel for this guy-"

"Markus."

"Thank you, Gwen, I was getting there, now stop interrupting! ANYWAY, Markus, using his hypnosis, made...er...Gwen and I...do some stuff that will not be repeated, for the hardened will cry, and Gwen and I will die of embarrassment," she rushed, blabbing madly.

Spike grinned. "He didn't make you, y'know, do the dirty?" he said, grinning widely. He jumped when both vampresses pulled their guns and shot at his feet. "Er...right then. Undisclosed info. On with the story," he said, watching the smoking barrels warily.

"Anyway, once we 'woke up' from the hypnosis, we found, much to our chagrin, that we were vampires. So...like most fledglings, we stuck with him for a while...learned the ropes, y'know. But then he did something completely unforgivable," anger tracing her words.

Gwen's face hardened. "No, Angel, Willow, Wes, Spike, get those looks off your face right now. What he did was bloody horrible, and I'd rather not discuss it, until we can kill the bastard. The point is, he did something really terrible, we tortured him, he escaped, and we headed off to London..."

"To meet up with Alucard. Wanted to tell him what one of his fledglings was up to. When we told him, and got finished, he did something that shocked us both. He offered to train us, and more then that, to drink his blood. After a very long Pro-Con list that seemed to amuse him to no end, we agreed."

"Thus our uber-cool fighting abilities," Gwen added.

"Right, so after three, four years, of training, he sent us off. Sir Hellsing had no use for us, and Alucard was busy. So, we took off. Headed for L.A. for L.A., was the place where we knewMarkus darlingwould be."

"The second day here, though, we hooked up with you guys. We've been searching for him since," Gwen concluded.

Angel, Wes, and Willow, who had been patiently listening, breathed a sigh at the end of the long and complicated tale.

Spike, who had been listening out of what he would've claimed to be sheer boredom, looked around in disbelief. "What, that's just the end?"

Gwen gave a sigh, laden with pain. "Yeah, that's the end. No happily ever after, no castle in the sky...no justice." She stood up and walked out of the office, a tired sway tainting her steps.

Angel, Wes, and Morgan watched her with concern. Spike just shook his shoulders and lit up his cigarette with a quiet 'at last'. He blew out a puff of smoke. "What's her problem?" he asked.

Morgan threw her hands up in the air and stalked angrily out of the room, following Gwen. Spike blinked in surprise.

"Was it something I said?"

Angel, Willow, and Wesley looked at him in sheer disbelief. "No wonder she shot you," quipped Wesley, "it was practically a public service."

As/Ns: Alright now you know part of the story. Did they tell all of it? Confidentially…no! Come back next time to know the truth!

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