Vampire Talk Vampire Walk

"If it looks like a Vampire..."

Chapter Two

XOXO

"What do you think he meant? You know... when he said we belonged to Aurelius?" Willow asked scrunching up her face in the adorable way she always seemed to manage.

"Just that, Wills. We're gonna be eaten by Deadboy and his Butt-Monkey's! We are dinner walking, and nobody but the Clan members of The Order of Aurelius can munch on us nummy-tummy treats," Xander answered distractedly flipping pages in his Algebra book, every so often pulling faces at the book. Both Willow and Xander were lying on Willow's bed, Willow herself sitting at the head of the bed leaning on the headboard and chewing worriedly on her pen. Xander was lying on his back with his Algebra book held over his head, that was laying off the side of the bed.

"But shouldn't we do something? Tell Buffy or Giles? Maybe run? We could go to Morocco or... OOO! Maybe Katmandu! I've always wanted to go there!"

"Naw Wills we can't tell Buffy or Giles, there's really no reason to, cuz it's nothing really new is it? We've always known, well since Buffy got here, we were gonna be vamp munchies one day. So what does it matter if a couple of real bad ass vamps decide they get us and not some pathetic fledge? I say we do what we always do when someone says they want us dead or says that we're gonna die: We fight. We ignore them and fight," Willow stared open-mouthed and gaping at Xander, who looked like he could care less for what he was saying. He had just said something at least remotely intelligent, that is if you picked it out from the rest of the Xander-babble, sometimes she forgot how really smart Xander could be and she wanted to smack herself on her forehead.

Grinning Willow replied, "Oh, okay," then she turned back to her homework.

"How do you get number seven? What did you get? All I got was a bunch of jumbledied numbers, and it doesn't look right. I got 5,101z cubed," Willow tried to stifle her laughter.

"Xander the answer is A squared," the next thing she knew Xander had dropped his math book and jumped on her and started to mercilessly tickle her.

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"Spiiike?" Came the almost whining voice of his mad love.

"Yes, Princess?" Spike answered completely distracted by his own thoughts about his future childer.

"Daddy's gone again to play with his Slayer! I want to play, do you want to come to my tea party? It'll be the best ever!"

"Not now poppet, I'm plottin' me some evils," when he saw her pout he frowned, it didn't bother him as much as it used to, to see her pout, but it still stung.

"Nobody wants to play with me anymore! It's no fun! Miss Edith is beginning to get a right bit testy and so am I!" Her childlike displeasure of her current situation almost amused Spike but he opened his arms for her to climb into his lap anyway.

"Darling, Spike is goin' to get you a new pet very soon, that's my evil's luv. I'm going to have you a new playmate soon," Drusilla's pale face lit up with more of her childlike glee and she turned in his lap to give him a large hug and a big kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you Spike! What's she gonna be like?" Spike's scarred eyebrow rose and he gave her an amused smile.

"She?"

"Yes, I want my witch!" At this Spike frowned, again. She wanted his witch? He hadn't chosen which he wanted and he definitely wasn't ready to give either of them up.

"You want her? Why?" She jumped up from his lap laughing and spinning.

"She's a witch! We're the same! She'll be able to see! I could share my eyes with her, I see it in the stars! They whisper all sorts of sweet little stories into my head! She'll be mine. And you will have the Dark Kitten, they say!" Dru spun around, her hands lifting above her head and then grasping at air as she sang her words out to the cold and indifferent night's sky.

"A time where the Dark One was coveted,

where his heart lay open for any to take,

And the White One came and stole the Knight by Day!

The fighter that was couldn't keep the dark away,

for she had fallen when the blood-red friend was lead astray,

by the one who could easily sway,

on that fateful day.

And there they lie, when only two will rise,

and the other will stay!"

"What was that Dru?"

"What they say!" Dru said stopping her twirling and grabbing her head smiling dreamily at the door leading to Angeles's room.

"You mean you told me one of your visions?" This was odd, she had never not once told him one of her visions in full. Well in complete fairness this one sounded more like a prophecy, but still. She had always just given him some vague and confusing bit of a riddle, much like that last one but with more bits and pieces missing than what was actually given making it harder to understand.

"Yes, they told me to. Said that it would help you choose," there was a long pause as Spike thought about this, so what? They had sent Dru was a vision of him choosing his childe? Why? What would this affect? Other than giving the Slayer a need for tissues, aspirin and a new stake?

"Luv, who do I choose?" She grinned and growled then sort of barked at him.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Spikie! I'm not tellin'! It's for you to find out! On. Your. Own." She gave him a peck in the end of his nose and skipped off into their dark garden.

Spike cursed. He hated riddles for all he was worth, and since this one had to do with him he was even more pissed off. Riddles were what "William the Bloody Idiot" had been good at, something he loved to write and figure out. Along with his bloody awful poetry, and even though Spike was good at them- being riddles, he still wasn't really good with poetry- with William's memories, he hated them. He threw himself further back into the chair before sulkily deciding he might as well try and figure the bloody thing out.

"The Dark one? Who was that?" Spike thought on it for a minute before realizing Dru had called the whelp her "Dark Kitten" ever since the incident with that wonky spell where all the women in Sunnyhell had fallen in love with Xander. So he was "The Dark One," well then he himself must be "The White One," 'Well that one wasn't obvious at all!' He sarcastically scolded himself. 'My bloody hair is not WHITE it's blonde! Stupid stars need to get their eyes checked.' He sighed gloomily. He still hated riddles.

"Don't pout!" Spike cursed, how the hell did he just do that?!

"Bloody feckin' hell woman I'm not poutin'!" he brooded, not pouted -though sexier than the great poufter that was his Sire- for a few seconds before going back to the riddle.

"The Fighter," obviously had to be "Slutty the Vampire Layer;" 'So she falls does she? But when "...the blood-red friend is lead astray by the one who can easily sway...?" 'I guess that means Slutty dies after trying to save Red who went to Dru? This is a bit confusing. Why would she go to Dru? Unless she was kidnapped? But then who killed the Slayer? And it doesn't really say she dies? Fuck! I'm not thinking about this part anymore. Right! On to the next line!' He slapped his hands together eagerly and rubbed them together trying to bring the next lines in his head.

"Last but not least, 'There they lie and only two will rise and the other will stay.' So... that must mean that the Slayer stays dead(?) and we must turn the whelp and Red!" Spike grinned nastily, this was certainly going to be fun. The last thing he thought before he jumped up and walked to Dru to get her and go hunting for happy meals was 'Well at least that bumblin' idiot William the Bloody was good for something other than kissing his mothers arse.'

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A/N: Isn't the prophecy great?! No really I have no clue... It's like the only riddle/poem-y thing I have written since the poem massacre of 06' in my English class when I was forced to write like 12 poems for a grade. Please give me you opinion. And thank you everyone who gave me there thoughts on what I should do with the characters. Thank you so much! I really appreciated it and it helped me make up my mind. But as you can see I have left Buffy's fate up in the air. Will she die? Will she be a slave? I won't tell! lol

I hope you decide to review!

-Bloody