Buffy lay awake that night, gazing up at the ceiling. Angel's snores could be heard besides her as his arm slung over her bump, almost in a protecting manner. Buffy could hear Phoebe's gurgling in her sleep on the other side of the room in her cot; the sound brought a smile to Buffy's lips. However the smile vanished as quick as it came and she stood up, shuffling over to the window.

Lysander, the lead vampire, was tied to the oak tree in the garden. His head was slouched downwards to his chest, even though Buffy had a suspicion that he was awake, and was unmoving. Angel had knocked him unconscious and Faith had suggested tying him to the tree. Buffy knew that by the morning a pile of ashes would replace the vampire and she wondered why she wasn't able to sleep easy knowing this fact. Buffy sighed as she continued to watch Lysander. Suddenly the vampire looked straight up at her and their eyes locked.

Buffy spun around and walked towards the door, grabbing her dressing gown that was strung over her desk chair. She opened the door slowly, keeping her fingers crossed that the door wouldn't squeak, and shuffled outside, closing the door behind her, before heading towards the stairs. She waddled down the stairs and refused to run down them as usual, she knew that falling down the stairs would not help the baby. She tip-toed down the hall, careful not to wake the sleeping Faith and Spike who had offered to stay as bodyguards, and walked into the kitchen. Buffy automatically headed towards the kitchen door and threw it open.

The cold whipped her and Buffy tightened her dressing gown around her frame. She closed the door behind her and descended down the garden steps where she had been talking with Giles a few hours ago. Lysander watched her with his unblinking eyes as Buffy made her way over to him. She stopped a few meters from him and folded her arms over her chest, watching him with tired eyes.

'You're pretty stupid, you know,' laughed Buffy, breaking the silence.

Lysander snarled at her, flashing his fangs.

'That won't scare me, I'm the slayer,' said Buffy, sitting down whilst trying to keep a fair distance from him. 'You came to attack me when I was with another slayer, two ex-boyfriends and lots of friends. Are you dumb or somethin'?'

Buffy grinned when she saw Lysander narrow his dark eyes at her. One thing was certain – Buffy Summers knew how to piss off a vampire.

'We weren't expecting so many of you,' replied Lysander, holding his head up high as if he were noble. 'We fought well seen as we were a group of vampires who met at a bar!'

Buffy burst out into a fit laughter. Lysander growled at her once again.

'So you met at the bar and then thought you would come after my daughter?' questioned Buffy, her beautiful face now deadly serious.

Buffy loved her daughter as much as possible, as normal mothers did, and the thought of loosing Phoebe was a traumatizing image. Buffy had always feared putting her friends in danger when it came to her duties, yet putting her daughter in that type of danger scared Buffy more than anything in the world.

'Your two children shall be the most powerful pair of siblings the supernatural have ever seen. We had to stop them.' stated Lysander, shrugging his shoulders.

Buffy smiled at the thought of her children being the most powerful pair of siblings in the world, it almost made her proud to know that her children would be feared, like herself, in the eyes of evil. Although Buffy soon remembered what her new vampire friend had opened his sentence with.

'Two children?' she questioned, dropping her hand to her stomach and smirking. 'You're wrong about that, I'm having three children!'

Lysander's eyes widened as he eyed her bump with fear. He opened his mouth before closing it again, obviously re-thinking what he was about to say. Lysander's eyes suddenly travelled behind Buffy and he smirked, although the twinkle of fear betrayed him.

'Then I guess it's good that I'm going now,' Lysander said.

Buffy cocked her head to the side; Lysander was showing no signs of trying to escape. Suddenly, before Buffy knew what was happening, Lysander burst into flames. A blood curling scream echoed around the garden before a pile of ashes replaced the vampire. Buffy spun around to see the sun rising over the horizon.

'Damn,' muttered Buffy.

A/N: Wow, thank you for all the reviews! You lot are all stars! I'm sorry that this chapter was so short; I just thought it was better off leaving there instead of adding other stuff. Next chapter shall be longer as it will be Phoebe's birthday – I know, finally! I was thinking of writing a fanfic like Twilight – except, instead of using the Twilight characters, I would use the Buffy universe! The thing is I don't know if anyone would want to read it and I wondered if any of you beloved readers would! (:

Let me know if you would be interested in reading it – I tend to write fanfics that not many people reply to and they soon become abandoned.

Thanks again for the reviews! x