Same Mistake, Twice
2025, Cleveland
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Buffy's POV
I arrived home earlier that day. I still patrolled sometimes, but only occasionally and always with a teen slayer-sister.
As one of the matriarchs – as the younger generation called me and Faith these days – I tried to convince myself that this was only a chance to teach the girls the ''whats and hows" of being a successful slayer. But while being honest with myself I had to admit that the reason for the paired patrols was more likely my age. Being 44 meant not being able to slay as easily as I had done when only 17 candles were on my birthday cake.
But my senses – thank god! – were still sharp so I immediately picked up the vampire presence in the house. In the house? That meant… No. My daughter could recognize vamps as easily as I could. Being a slayer herself and all. And if not, Lily knew better than to invite anybody unknown inside. After all she heard enough scary tales during her 19 years from Willow, Xander, Faith and myself. That means that I probably totally overreacted and it's only Angel. Undoubtedly he was telling Lily stories I didn't really wanted her to know. Like that Halloween when I played Helpless Princess…
So I went up to her room and entered after knocking not waiting for an answer. The sight which greeted me made me age at least 10 years.
My daughter, naked, in the arm of an equally naked…
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Earlier that night
I arrived to Cleveland a day earlier. According to the rumours in the underworld one of the oldest slayers was here. This meant Buffy or Faith. I hoped it would be Bitchy.
I went to one of the cemeteries for a quick sweep (You see? I haven't met Buffy in two decades but her vocabulary is still with me!) and hoping to meet a slayer and ask for some information.
A little later I saw a girl around 18. She was quite tall with blond hair. She had really good fighting style and finished with two vamps easily. She seemed somewhat familiar but being 145 I couldn't know where from. I started to walk towards her and she immediately tensed. But when she turned and saw me she dropped her fighting stance and relaxed. I assumed she knew me from her training in England. That would explain why she seemed familiar.
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Lily's POV
The night was calmer than usually. I have been patrolling for 2 hours and these two vamps were the first supernatural creatures that crossed my way. I finished quickly, but then I felt the nearness of another vampire. I turned, ready to fight, but when I looked at him my magic senses kicked in. I inherited from my father and I was trained by Willow since the age of 15. One look at this vamp told me that he had a soul.
But it wasn't Uncle Angel, and he couldn't really be Spike. I heard enough stories about the bleach-blond haired, black-clothed, duster-maniac English.
So this was another one. I rolled my eyes thinking when did it become fashionable for vampires to have a soul?
Uncle Angel was gonna be pissed.
But to this drop dead gorgeous one I could forgive.
He was short, had shoulder-length brownish hair and he wore blue jeans and dark green T-shirt.
I waited until he reached me.
We started talking and continued patrolling together and before either of us realised what was happening we were together in bed...
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'Spike!... What the hell are you doing?' Buffy cried while standing shocked at the door.
'Spike? You said your name was Will!' Lily shouted while trying to cover her body with the bed sheets. Unfortunately this totally revealed Spike's nakedness.
'Will, William, William the Bloody, Spike. Yeah. That's me.'
'Uh… Eww… Gross!' Lily said while she threw Spike his clothes because he didn't really hurry to cover himself.
'What the bloody hell are YOU doing here?' Spike asked.
'Spike I LIVE here. THIS is MY house. And THAT is MY DAUGHTER!'
The End