Chapter 22

Spike sat in his room in the basement of the Summers home, and looked at the pictures he had had on him when he was turned. One was of Dawn alone; the other was one of them on their wedding day and 3 more of his babies when they were born.

He didn't know why the two teens made him think of his 3 beautiful children, but they did. He knew that there wasn't a chance of his daughter being here or even that strong. He had been human when his little girl was born. He never blamed Dawn for hiding his babies around the world. And she always seemed to know his moves before he made them, because he couldn't find them anywhere. And by now his babies had most likely been buried about 50 to 60 years ago, maybe less maybe more, depending on how their health had been. He didn't dare look up their gravesites for the simple fact that it would hurt too much. The only thing he was thankful for was that Dawn had hidden them well enough that not even Angelus could find them. But it hurt like hell that he hadn't been able to see them grow up, give his baby girl away at her wedding, grow old with his bride, see his grandchildren.

"Grandchildren."

He thought to himself. Maybe they were the decedents of his kids, or at least one of them. Maybe that's why he was reminded of his babies, when he saw them. But, then he thought to himself, if they were his grandchildren, he didn't want to make their lives ant more complicated than they obviously were. Although, he still couldn't figure out how they were so strong. His babies were human; he assumed his grandchildren would be to. Although, if Dawn could fall for a vampire, his kids could fall for someone that had immense strength. He shook his head to clear the confusing thoughts and decided to keep a safe distance away from them, but close enough to be able to help them out if they ever needed any it.

June 17, 2003

Andrew Rupert Carinton was 14 years 7 months and 14 days old. His grandmother said that he was the carbon copy of his grandfather. He had medium to dirty blond hair. He stood 6 feet tall, which he loved cause it pissed of his older brother, Michael, off so much. He and Michael did have about the same build though. He was just a tad bit thinner due to his few extra inches in height. He let his hair rest on his head loosely. Of course he never let it grow long enough to actually need gel in his hair. He did have his mother's nose and cheekbones. But other than that he was a carbon copy of Nathan, dark, piercing blue eyes, a slender yet old world elegance to him. He was what would be considered a "sex symbol" had they been in the 1800's still. For the year 2003... He appeared to be a well a basketball jock, basically.

Anyway, he had on black sweat pants and a black wife beater. Black was a color that the four siblings couldn't seem to live without, much to their grandmother's dismay. And his brother William was no exception. Speaking of William, he happened to be to cause of Andrew's fear for his family jewels at the moment, as William vigorously hit the punching bag he was holding. "Hey bro, take out your frustrations on the bag all you want, but watch my balls will ya!" he said half seriously and half mockingly.

He winced when William purposely hit the bag in the right spot, and caused him lots of pain. Before either could say anything, their older siblings joined the two. Michael visibly winced when he saw the pain Andrew was in. " Hey bro, what did I tell you about aiming for the family jewels? Do you really want to be on the receiving end of mum and grandmum's wrath when none of can reproduce because we decided to attack each other's family jewels when the other pissed us off?" "Could you three have this conversation, and not make it sound like I'm a guy at the same time." Danielle said to her brothers rather annoyed.

Danielle then rolled her eyes and began doing back flips. She had heard them have this conversation enough to sink a battle ship that by now she just ignored them completely.

William Michael Carinton Jr. was 13 years, 11 months, and 28 days old. And shockingly enough he was the carbon copy of Spike. Bleached blond hair and all. He was 5 feet 4 inches tall, seeing as he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. He figures by the time all the brothers had finished growing they'd all be around the same height. But there was no doubt that Andrew would be the tallest. Danielle might grow another inch or two but she was relatively done growing.

He was currently in an identical outfit, for working out, to that of his siblings. For some reason they always seemed to train in all black. "So baby brother, what's got your knickers all up in a twist?" Danielle asked him with a sigh, mind you she's still doing back flips while conversing with them. He couldn't help but smirk despite his mood. "We're here, dad doesn't know who we are, and to top it all off, even after he figures out who you three are, I'm still the one left that he get to go, ' who the bloody hell are you?' to!" he answered his sister in a grumbling manner.

Andrew quickly jumped back as he punched the bag extra hard. They all heard his wrist pop. "Buggar! Bloody bag!" he screamed in pain. Andrew, Michael and Danielle winced as he popped his wrist back into place and flexed his fingers. And that was followed by their mother running down the stairs in a panic. "What happened?" Dawn asked in her worried mother tone. "Nothing mum just popped my wrist. Nothing to fret yourself over." William tried to reassure his mother.