Chapter 7: Miss Edith Goes To L.A .

A old cemetery, somewhere in New Orleans

Two days previous to Spike and Dawn's arrival at Hogwarts, a dark haired woman was dancing, turning in slow spirals between the graves. Her dark burgundy dress balancing smoothly, flowing with her body movements. A sweet song made of sweet nonsense floating on her lips, scarlet rose against a white porcelain skin and deep brown eyes which seemed to invade her face. She was a vision a false innocence, interrupting her song now and then to kiss her doll and explain its meaning

"We are going to see Daddy, Miss Edith; we are going to see our sweet Daddy!"

She was sing-songing with little chuckles, a secret smile on her face. She was feeling happy, wrapping herself in the moonlight's rays, letting her steps lead the way to a throne made of light grey marble, guarding the entrance of a very old tomb covered in so much vegetation, that it was almost impossible to tell that it had been there one day, a long time ago. She gracefully lowered to the chair, sat in it, and began caressing her doll's skin with light finger tips. Whispering secrets only her porcelain child could hear, she giggled and smiled at the lovely things her stars were whispering. At her feet, two corpses, freshly drained, were lying. She was casting looks at them from time to time, waiting for them to wake up.

"Daddy is going to be happy to see us this time, Miss Edith, because he's searching for my Spike and my dark kitten. The nasty slayer wants to find the pretty light and take her away from them. She thinks the light is her baby." And at that, she chuckled lightly again, sending a secret smile to the stars. " But we, we know that the pretty light belongs to our dark kitten. Daddy is going to help our Spike and his new family fights the slimy snake and the old fool, but before that we must help the rogue hunter. He must make our Angelus whole again, the nasty soul needs to merge with Daddy, they must be one to help save our new family. Only when it's done and when our Spiky has claimed my kitten, can we take Daddy and his minions to them."

Movements at her feet made her stop her conversation, and turn her head to look in the eyes of her two newly raised children. They were beautiful, two dark, sandy haired vampires, one with hazel and the other with clear blue eyes, filled with desire and hunger. She could smell their bloodlust, making her body shudder with anticipation, a moist heat taking place between her legs. Her voice was hoarse, a rich mixing of lust and heat when she spoke again.

"Look, Miss Edith, look! Mummy's new baby boys have woken up. Aren't they pretty? Almost as beautiful as their big brother, when he felt the hunger for the first time. The stars were right once again, when they chose them for us. Yes, Miss Edith, they're going to take good care of us. And the nasty slayer is going to be so angry with us!" that last sentence was meet by growls from the fledges and laughter from her. She giggled some more, "So nicely angry. Won't it be delightful!" Then, she raised herself from the throne to kiss each of her children deeply on the mouth in full game face. Taking her time she used her fangs to lash at their tongues draining some blood, tasting them. Then, she let a little bit of her own blood slip into their mouths, preparing them for their first kill, later tonight. "Come kiddies. Mummy's going to teach you how to dine like true Aureliuses. Then mummy's going to take you to bed, to teach you how to make love like Aureliuses. So, when we go see Daddy tomorrow, he can be proud of his new grand-sons!" She said with a sweet honeyed little voice, and began to walk, her children beside her. Tonight would be a lovely bloodbath, Cajun style, for the new members of the Aurelius house!

Several hours later.

They had some upper-class rich idiotic for dinner. Who's stupid enough to have an entry doormat which said: 'WELCOME TO YOU, CREATURES OF THE NIGHT!'? Well, she had let her boys toy with them for some time, they each had been true Aurelius in they're way of playing with the parents' minds. Forcing them to do some of the most extraordinarily disgusting sexual acts she had ever seen, promising the safety of their children's lives to make them cooperate freely. Then, they left her for a time to prepare a surprise for her. They had dressed a table in the dining room with a lace tablecloth, fine china and candles. Lots and lots of candles. In pink Venetian crystal glass, she drank the sweet warm blood, which had been taken directly from the carotid arteries of the members of the lovely family, who had been hung up from the ceiling by their feet. Her children had served her all along, making sure that she was satisfied, before drinking for themselves.

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That night, only lovely dreams of her boy, her dark kitten and their new family visited her and made her smile in her sleep.

Two days later, the Hyperion hotel

"It's been two weeks now, Giles! And we still know nothing. When I find them, Spike is dust, and I'm going to kick Xander's butt so hard, he's going to have the mark of my boots tattooed there forever. You hear me!"

Buffy was pacing the hall like a mad Cordelia on the warpath to a shoe sale, throwing knifes into the centre of a target, just beside Giles' head each time she passed.

Having his British natural composure drastically tested, Giles was at the point, where he would gladly restrain and gag her, so she would SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, just for a moment! Lord have mercy and help him, because Ripper wanted loose and some sweet torture scenes were playing in his head.

"Buffy, please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Sit down; your attitude is not helping us right now. We will find them, eventually. Willow is working on a new locating spell with Andrew and Wesley. Angel is going to see the oracles again tonight, Gun has all his friends on the case, Cordy and Fred are searching on the net and the junior slayers are patrolling. I know that Dawn is important and we are all searching, but your infernal ranting won't stop the monster from killing or the prophecy from happening. And on top of that, I need to build a new council; we need new watchers for the junior slayers, they can't be sent anywhere alone, they need teams to stay alive and you know that! We all sleep less than two or three hours a day. So please, stop crossing the hall and try to make yourself useful, for once."

The voice was one of an over exceeded Giles, looking at his slayer with over exhausted eyes, his shoulders were falling; he put his head in his hands and let a deep sigh go.

Giles' outburst had made the rest of the two gangs appear in the hall. They were all looking at Buffy with reprobation. Angel was ready to knock her out, if she tried to say something more to the watcher and he could see that Willow was ready to do the same. Even the souvenir of his love for her, could not conceal the fact that she running on everybody's nerves, lately! But Buffy never had the chance to say a word. Because, at that moment, the grand doors opened, letting a strange blond men enter. He was wearing black pants, a black turtleneck and a dark sapphire cloak to match his eyes, which were taking mental pictures of the whole scene displayed in front of him.

"Excuse me, sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for a miss Elisabeth Anne Summers. Do you where I can find her, please?" he asked with a rich baritone voice.

"Why do want to see her, if it's not too much to ask?" answered Giles suspiciously.

"Oh, sorry. I apologize, I'm Silas Stern, I'm a lawyer, I've been mandated to give Miss Summers some legal papers concerning her sister, Miss... Dawn, yes, Dawn Summers," said the blond man.

"I'm Miss Summers," responded Buffy, taking a step in his direction.

"In that case, if you would sign this paper here, my work here would be finished," he said again, extending some papers to her. She took them, looked them over and signed them, before giving them back and receiving a brown envelope supporting the seal of an official justice office in exchange.

"Well, I wish you all a good evening and if you need some help with the legal papers our phone number is inside the envelope. Goodbye!" and with that, the strange man took his leave quickly.

"Giles?" asked Buffy, looking at her watcher who was reading the contents of the envelope.

"Just a minute, Buffy, give me just……………, these documents are Dawn's birth certificate, two DNA tests establishing that Joyce is her biological mother, not you, Buffy, and that……………… no, no, that's absurd," said Giles with incredulity.

"What, what's absurd, Giles?" asked Willow hesitantly.

"Well, hum, the second test establishes that Dawn's father is not Buffy's father, but……Xander. And that other document said that he is in the middle of a procedure to have her recognised as his daughter. Finally, Buffy is not Dawn's legal guardian anymore, as biological father, Xander is now officially in charge of her until her majority," finished Giles with lassitude.

"Let's be optimistic, these documents seem to confirm the fact that they have gone to Xander for protection," said Wesley, who had recognised the ministry of magic seal on the envelope and was now sure that Dawn and Spike were perfectly safe. Maybe a little surprised too, because most likely it meant that Xander was a wizard, like him. He had some difficulty refraining from chuckling at the idea.

Knowing that the slayer and her gang had treated the boy like a donut-deliverer and calling him a zeppo, he could appreciate the irony of their similar situations, so much more. The boy had more power in him than the bloody infuriating girl herself, and like him, he never used it, probably from fear of betraying the existence of their true world. And looking at the way he used to attract demons all the time, he must have had even more power than the witch. How highly ironic.

"X………Xan……Xander is Dawnie's father?" babbled Willow, an expression of intense confusion on her face.

Buffy was now sitting on the floor, a blank expression, and her mouth opened wide. For the rest of the people present in the hall, the reaction was a mix of incredulity and amusing behaviours. Willow was now babbeling on lightning speed, passing from one person to another trying to make them understand how confused she was, asking questions and never waiting for an answer. A stunned Angel was trying to pick the slayer up off the floor, without real success. She was currently doing a good impression of a rag doll, and was silent for the first time in weeks, to the profound joy of everyone else. Fred had taken it on herself to serve Angel's best Irish scotch all around, giving a double dose to Buffy and Giles, who had keep the bottle. He was alternating between cleaning his glass furiously and trying to drink himself stupid, to digest the last news and forget that Buffy was going to pull a tantrum when she finally realised what was going on. She'd most likely start off by forcing him to do more research, until they could recover her sister. Even if he was thinking that the adolescent was better with Xander, seeing how his slayer appeared to be seriously disturbed for the moment. Cordelia had passed out from a vision of blue demon thingy, who had hit her at the same time Giles was announcing the news and Wesley was once again refraining to chuckle at the sight of the circus who had take place in the lobby.

Then a resonating BANK, made her let go of the bottle, which shattered on the floor, sending pieces of glass and alcohol everywhere. Turning her head to the door, she could see Drusilla, beautiful in a black dress with deep red lace. Two of the most stunning vampires she had ever seen at her side.

Dru took the time to glance at the group before, launching herself at Angel's neck, a smile of profound happiness on her face.

"Daddy!"

"Dru, what are you doing here, princess?" asked Angel, stunned.

"The lovely stars have talked to me, telling me to come and see you, to tell you where my William and my kitten are," answered Dru sweetly.

"You know where Spi-"

Angel never had the time to finish his question, because at that moment Dru's new children made they're way to her, and Willow could see them for the first time and the babbling suddenly came to a halt.

"OH MY GOD! RILEY! GRAHAM!" and she fainted.