Chapter Thirteen

Spike and Angel had been sitting in silence for three hours now in the cargo hold of the plane. The blonde vampire had no passport and therefore had to be concealed below the normal passengers. It was irritating him, being so far away from Buffy but he knew she probably would have just gone to sleep anyway.

He looked over at his Sire, who was staring at a random box. Willow had provided them with a cloaking spell, so they wouldn't be found by anyone. Angel had been moody since learning he would be stuck in the hold with Spike; he may have apologised for his behaviour recently but that didn't mean he was going to be best friends with his wayward Childe.

Spike on the other hand, was just curious about his new found half human status. Before leaving, he had tried in luck in the sunlight and found that he can withstand the suns rays now. He had wondered if he could freckle, prompting Buffy to say that they would have to find out in the summer. Angel had been visibly jealous of the pair, and had just sulked all the way. Spike was used to it by now and was happy he no longer had to put up with it. He could go places that the Almighty Forehead couldn't.

The blonde yawned and stretched out on the ground, staring at Angel who turned and fixed him with a glare.

'What?'

'Nothing. Just thinking.' The vampire scoffed at the younger.

'That makes a change.'

'Hey!' Spike folded his arms and stuck out his tongue. 'I was actually wondering where we were going to live. Buffy and me that is.'

'You're welcome to stay at the hotel until you can sort yourself out. It's not like we're going to run out of rooms.' The brunette said, quietly. Spike frowned.

'Not like I'm gonna run out of money either. Still got that inheritance from my father.'

'You've still got that?' Angel rolled his eyes. 'You tight ass. But then, you always did hoard like a pack rat.' Spike beamed proudly.

'Not short of anything. It's good, because it means I can provide for the lady and all.' The vampires went into silence again, having run out of conversation material. A few hours later, Spike announced he was hungry. Angel threw him a dirty look as the plane hit the ground and they both fell to the side.

'Well, you only have to wait a bit and you can eat.' The brunette said, standing up and leaning on the side of the hold. Spike gave him a look and stood up as the plane stopped completely and the doors opened to reveal night time in Los Angeles.

The Hyperion was quiet when they got back, close to sunrise. Buffy made her excuses and headed straight for the bedroom she had adopted a month beforehand. Spike and Angel went for food, and found Wesley researching in the study. The watcher looked up and smiled as they approached.

'Spike. It is good to see you. Where is the mother to be?'

'She went to get some sleep. Knackering plane journey and all.' Spike said, disappearing to the kitchen. A few moments later, the microwave could be heard and Angel rolled his eyes.

'He either thinks with his dick or his stomach.' Wesley smiled and stood up.

'I believe most of the time he is thinking with his heart.' He said and Angel nodded reluctantly. 'I've been researching this whole thing for a few days now. It's a good thing I stole all those books from Wolfram and Hart.'

Angel nodded, sensing Spike creep past as he listened to Wesley talking.

Spike had retreated, having no use for hours of theoretical talk at the current time. He just wanted to be Buffy without jealous glances from his Sire. He crept through the hotel as silently as possible, searching for her and finding the room she had taken quickly. He opened the door as quietly as he could and entered the room, looking down on the prone form in the bed. He sat beside her, watching her sleep, marvelling at the swell of her stomach.

Never in a million years had Spike dreamt of this. He had never dared think he could ever find love and be this happy.

He lay down beside his Slayer and pulled her into his arms. And slowly joined her in her slumber.

He awoke to a sharp pain in the left side of his neck. He could feel blood trickling down over his skin and her teeth buried in his flesh. His head was swimming and he tried to move, but couldn't get her off of him. She was pinning him down, drinking from him. Confusion hit him like a ton of bricks and a last hope surge of adrenaline flooded his system and he threw her off of him and off of the bed. As he slipped into the blackness of unconsciousness, his last thought was that he hoped he hadn't hurt her or the baby.

Buffy screamed. She didn't know what else to do. Seconds later the door burst open and Angel stood there, a look of thunder on his face as he saw the Slayer cowering by the bed, blood smeared over her pretty face and Spike, out for the count on the bed, blood pouring from his neck. Buffy had struggled to her feet and was saying that she hadn't meant to over and over again. She moved towards the prone half vampire on the bed and Angel pushes her away. She was crying and asking if he was alright.

Angel looked at his childe and could hear his heart beat struggling. In one swift moment, he had picked up the platinum blonde and carried him down the stairs. Wesley and Fred had been awoken by the commotion and Gunn wandered sleepily out of his room at the disturbance. Lorne, apparently, had already been awake at the time but Angel ignored all their questions and swept past them all, laying Spike out on the sofas in the lobby. He ordered Wesley to bring him a packet of blood. The watcher left and returned in a moment and Angel grabbed the packet from him.

The bleeding had stopped and Angel thanked the Powers that his childe still had the congealing ability of a vampire. However, the need to replenish the lost blood still remained and he coaxed Spike's demon forward gently, hoping the boy would drink willingly. He did and fell back into unconsciousness as soon as he had drained the packet. Fred took Angel's place at his side and told Lorne to grab a first aid box. The green demon complied and she set about patching up the wound on his neck as Angel approached the Slayer sitting on the stairs. She was still crying, staring at the still form on the sofa.

'Buffy…what happened?' He asked, crouching in front of her, taking her hands in his.

'I don't know.' She said in between sobs. 'I dreamt I was doing it…then I woke up and it was real. But I couldn't stop. He pushed me off.' She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. 'Is he going to be okay? I didn't kill him did I?' Angel shook his head.

'Buffy…' Wesley approached cautiously. 'Do you have a craving for blood?' The Slayer screwed up her face and shrugged.

'I don't know. That would be gross.'

'There isn't any other explanation Buffy.' Angel said, quietly. She stood up and turned to Wesley.

'If the baby is Spike's there is the possibility that the child is half vampire. This means you will need to drink blood for the duration of your pregnancy.' He put a hand on her shoulder.

'Good thing I love him.' She mumbled. 'Can I have a coffee or something? The taste…not all it's cracked up to be.' She frowned at Angel, who cracked a smile for the first time in a few days and nodded.