Please, allow me to tell you what's going on. I reuploaded chapters 1-4 because of some revisions. My original plot idea has evolved from what I wanted it to be.

Title: From This Darkness

Raiting: R for violence and sexuality

Pairing: Cole/OC, Piper/Leo, Buffy/Spike, Willow/Kennedy,

Summary:

Temperance St. Waryk, half-demonic mother of twins, thought she was safe. Seventy-five years of running from her half-demonic twin brother had made her cautious. She was living with the vampire slayer, Buffy Summers, when her brother found her again. Running to the only person she knew that could protect her children, Temperance went back to San Francisco; to the Charmed Ones, and the children's father, Cole Turner. On the run from the Source, one family must first band together to save its line from destruction; but at what cost? Can Temperance and Cole find love together after fifteen years? Or will they fall apart when the threat is over?

Author's Note:

I wasn't sure what to call this fic, because I'm really new at writing crossovers. I have Prue dead, because I couldn't write her if they paid me to, so I have Paige. I also have Cole living in the penthouse. I decided to make this go AU after Centennial Charmed, that way I could have Cole come back, make up with Phoebs (the whole true love conquers all thing, and we all know, part of her wants to forgive him of any wrong he's ever done), and he's got the whole 'I-can't-be-vanquished' thing going on. I also brought in Drake from season seven, because I didn't like any other pairing besides Cole and Drake for Phoebe. In the Buffy timeline, everything has been slowed down a bit. I have it at the point where she and the gang are getting rid of the First and all its minions a little later than it happened in the series. Oh, and I have Angel in here too, along with his gang. Its set before the Wolfram & Hart take over, but nothing with Jasmine has happened, Cordy isn't there at all, nor has Conner happened. That's the timeline, if anyone gets confused. I hope it kind of explains it. I wasn't to clear on all the details; it's kinda hazy at the moment. I have an entire timeline of events out, but that would give away the story, so I can't show you that until the fic is finished.

Chapter One:

Temperance St. Waryk was a young woman of only twenty-eight, or so it seemed. Temperance, named that because of her temperament, she was the daughter of a demon and a mortal man. The demonic Underworld called her Tempest. She herself was half-demon, born over one hundred years ago in Swansea, Wales. Her mother, Nemesis--who's mortal name was Anne--was the twin sister of the Source at the time, and fell in love with a mortal man, Calder St. Waryk. Calder had long since died, along with her mother, leaving Temperance and her twin brother Darius, alone in the world to make lives for themselves. Temperance never stayed in one spot for more than fifty years. It was too much of a risk to tell an entire community that she would never die, and if she did, it wouldn't be by natural causes. She wasn't willing to risk her life just yet.

Her brother was another story. More prone to evil, Darius took after their mother before she fell in love with their father. Darius was a fiend; pure and true evil. He was an upper level demon who wanted to make a name for himself by taking out certain witches for the Source. The Source also wanted his sister for his queen.

Temperance had spent the last seventy-five years escaping her brother's clutches, but his fingers always reached her somehow. Now she was in Sunnydale, California, where she worked with Rupert Giles and his rogue demon fighters. Her brother was based in San Francisco, miles away. He would never think to look for her on the Hellmouth. Or would he?

"You've failed to find your twin and her children as of yet?" the Source asked, his booming voice echoing within the stone chamber that surrounded them. Darius looked at his master and then looked down at the stone floor beneath his feet, fidgeting.

"She's had seventy-five years to learn effective escape techniques, my liege," Dare, short for Darius, explained. "My sister is very much like our mother in her methods. Once you lose her, it's almost certain that she will never be found again for years to come or unless she wants to be found."

"Look harder or I'll punish you for your insolence," the Source yelled.

Dare jumped. "Yes, my liege," he stuttered and turned on his heel to leave. Outside the chamber, Dare had his fledglings waiting for him.

"Sir, what does the Source say?" one asked. Dare looked at him, his normally green eyes flashing red with unspoken power. The fledgling jumped back against the wall.

"Find her, damn it, and bring her to me. Search everywhere!" Dare hollered, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "And make sure that they are alive and untouched."

"Yes sir," the fledglings all replied at once and shimmered away, leaving Dare to stand outside the Source's chamber alone.

"You're a traitor to your family Temperance St. Waryk. Mother wanted you to become Queen of the Underworld. And by damned, you will be." His words echoed throughout time and space, only reaching those few he sought with vengeance: her friends and herself. The Charmed Ones: Piper, Paige and Phoebe Halliwell. Their whitelighter, Leo Wyatt, and an ex-half-demon, Cole Turner. All of them lived in San Francisco. In Sunnydale, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Spike and Temperance all heard the call.

Temperance gasped as she woke up. She was drenched in sweat and her night clothes clung to her small frame. She clutched her hand to her chest, as if to try and slow the rapid beat of her heart. You're a traitor to your family Temperance St. Waryk. Mother wanted you to become Queen of the Underworld. She knew the voice was her brother. He had found a way to reach her, even though she had put up every protection spell she could think of to mask her trail.

The room she occupied was bathed in white moonlight. She threw back the covers and got out of the bed, careful not to kick anyone that was sleeping on the floor in her room. She walked to the window and looked out. Fog covered the ground below her, casting a foreboding vibe toward her. Her demonic senses told her that the fog wasn't natural. She'd worry about it tomorrow. She just wanted to forget her dream. Making her way across the room to the door, Temperance looked around and sighed. If her brother found her, she'd have to leave Sunnydale. She'd have to leave all that she had known for the last five years. She'd have to leave her sons behind. Her little boys, Cretien and Apollodorus St. Waryk, just fifteen years old, were the spiting image of their demonic father. The one that none of them had seen in almost fifteen years.

Cretien and Apollodorus, being the sons of two half-demons, were half-demonic themselves. Both boys inherited abilities from different parents. Cretien took after his father. Fireballs, energy balls, telekinetic, shimmering, everything that his father had, he had, not to mention a few from Temperance herself. Apollodorus, on the other hand, he took after his mother. He was more empathetic by nature. He still had all the powers that his father had, plus a few that his mother had. Temperance was proud of her twins.

As it were, Cretien and Apollodorus' demonic abilities had saved them all more than once. With Glory, a hell-god from another plane, both had helped defeat her by throwing balls of energy (a trick they'd learned to control from Temperance). The boys had stamina. More so then even the vampire Spike, who was one of the strongest fighters Buffy had in her arsenal.

Temperance made her way down the stairs to the foyer and took a calming breath. She looked into the living room and made sure that everyone in the room was all right. When she didn't see anything unusual, she turned toward the dining room and went into the space. No one was sleeping on the floor, so she didn't have to watch her step. Making her way to the kitchen, Temperance smiled when she saw Buffy and Spike were awake, talking about demons and how they were going to defeat the First.

They were trying to defeat the First, who claimed to be the original evil. Temperance doubted that. There was the First Evil and then there was the Source of all evil. Which one came first was anyone's guess. And the answers they sought were too distant to obtain without getting themselves killed in the process.

"Spike, I can't lose you," Buffy looked into the vampire's eyes. Temperance read the love and trust there, knowing that Spike returned that love and trust. It was in the way that he looked at her.

"Pet, you won't lose me," Spike assured her, placing his hand on her forearm, his accented voice reaching to Temperance where she stood in the doorway. Temperance nodded her head at Buffy when the woman looked up. Spike removed his hand from Buffy's forearm and nodded in Temperance's direction.

"Temp," Buffy started and then winced in pain. She clutched tightly to the sides of her head and started rocking back and forth, trying to fight the pain. Spike looked at his mate strangely, his handsome face marred with concern for her. Temperance rushed to Buffy's side and whispered something to soothe the young woman. When she stood up straight, Spike looked at her. Temperance looked back at Spike, her eyes wide with unspoken fear.

"He's hunting for me, and for the boys." Her statement was simple, said in her slightly accented voice. Her Welsh accent had long since been drowned out by other dialects that she'd picked up over the years. Spike gave her a questioning look.

"Who's looking for you?" he asked, helping Buffy sit on a stool near the island in the kitchen.

"My brother. Darius St. Waryk. He wants me to take my place as Queen of the Underworld, and for the boys to become the Source's right hand men."

"What was it that I heard then?" Buffy asked, looking at Temperance. "You're brother's call?"

"The call of an upper level demon. You heard my name, did you not?" Temperance asked. Buffy nodded.

"Then it was my brother. The fiend, even worse than Spike or Angel ever thought to be." Temperance slammed her fist down upon the island counter. She smiled sheepishly when she noted the sizable dent in the counter top.

"What will you do about it?" Spike asked, and promptly groaned, clutching his head.

"Free this place, free this time, let what can be heard be as silent as the grave," Temperance snapped, breaking the hold Spike was under. He gave her a grateful look and then turned serious.

"He's coming for you," Spike stated with an informative tone.

"Yes, I know, and I can't do anything about it," Temperance said. "That spell should quell the voices that are reaching you. Spike's a vampire, that's why he's hearing it. Buffy has demon blood within her body, no matter how little or watered down it is. You're hearing the demon in you roar—" Temperance was about to say more, but Willow walked in and immediately went to the sink. She grasped a glass from the dish drainer and filled it, and drank quickly.

"Wil?" Buffy looked at her friend, a concerned frown covering her face.

"Evil still tastes a little chalky," Wil told her with a sheepish grin. Spike gave a small smile to the witch.

"Wil heard it because she's a witch." Willow looked at Temperance.

"They wanted you. I heard your name," she said.

"I know. My brother is calling. He's leaving his calling card with all of my friends." Temperance sighed heavily. "If I don't go, it'll make you all crazy."

"What? No, you can't go. I still need you to fight with me," Buffy jumped off the stool and looked at Temperance, hands on hips. "I need Apollo and Cre to help too."

"I don't have a choice. There is no cure for the call of Darius St. Waryk, unless it's by his blood alone," Temperance replied with a heavy sigh.

"What about yours?"

"It doesn't work that way," a faint voice said from the shadows. Temperance turned abruptly and looked at the shadow standing on the wall near the kitchen door. "You have to have the blood of the host calling for her and her sons."

"I know that, shadow," she uttered. "What are you doing here?"

"I was sent to keep an eye on you by a close friend," the shadow replied.

"What does he want?" Temperance snarled the question.

"To make sure that the Source doesn't have what he claims as his own," the shadow shot back angrily. "He sends you a message as well."

"Out with it then," Spike snarled menacingly, looking at the shadow against the wall, unsure of what to think.

"He wants you to come to San Francisco, bring the boys. It's time they knew each other."

"No," Temperance uttered. "Never."

"I'll tell him of your refusal." The shadow disappeared, leaving the small group of people wondering where it went. Wil looked at Temperance.

"What was that?"

"The shadow of a demon I know." Buffy raised her eye brow. "Cre and Apollo's father, Cole Turner to the mortal world, Balthazar to the Underworld." They all let out a sigh of relief.

"Why would he send his shadow here if he didn't know where you were?" Buffy asked.

"I've been in touch with Cole for a while now. I had to tell Cole what was going on before I went off and fought the First with you. Cre and Apollo need a place to go if I'm not around."

"They're more than welcome around here," Buffy said. "You know that."

"Yes, I do, but it's not their father. For fifteen years, I've denied Cole the love of his boys. I can't deny him that anymore."

"You'll just show up and give him the boys and leave?" Spike laughed a little. "You love those little boys like nothing else, what makes you think giving them up will be easy?"

"I'm not saying it will be, Spike," Temperance stated. "Cre and Apollo need their father now, not just me. I'll put myself at the mercy of Cole Turner for my children."