Disclaimer - Please see previous chapter.
As I said I'm trying to get this up before I get packed for my holidays.
If there are any problems please let me know and I will try and rectify them as soon as I can.
Sam stood at the bar, trying to get the bartender's attention, with not much luck in the crowd.
"Hey there," the girl said in a slight Texan twang.
"Hi," Sam said politely.
"What are doing?" she asked.
Sam turned, he was in no mood for a pretty girl trying to scam him for drinks, "I'm waiting to get served."
"Oh really, are you with someone?"
"Yeah I'm here with people." Sam replied, looking at the slightly crazy girl.
"Your family? Always good to travel with your family."
Sam just looked at her – yep, definitely something up with the girl he thought, especially when she started to sniff him.
"Excuse me!" Sam said taking a step back, she grabbed his hand and started to sniff the scratch he had gotten earlier that day. He found that he had to pull extra hard to free himself from her grasp, she just stood there looking at him but something was wrong with her.
She slowly started to go pale and her eyes started to go a shade of blue that was unnatural, a blue that spread across her skin and hair. Her clothes begun to change as well the denim skirt and shirt were being replaced with what Sam could only describe as leather armour.
The transformation wasn't quick, but it seemed to be done in a way that wasn't meant to scare him, but as an introduction.
"What the bloody hell have I told you about doing that in public!"
Sam glanced up to see a blonde man striding towards them, he threw his leather coat around her shoulders though she hadn't acknowledged his presence.
"Sorry mate, she's high strung." The blonde man said to Sam as he covered the 'girl', "My pint had a strange taste to it. Do you think they clean the pipes in here right?"
Sam watched as the other man pulled her to one side, not bothering to wait for Sam's answer to his question.
The blonde man turned to the 'girl' "What have I told you? You don't do that in public, and it is polite to offer to take them to dinner and a movie first. Not that I'm saying you have to pay."
"His blood smells of the slayer." She simply stated.
Sam watched as the blonde man process what she said, were they after the girls? It took a couple of seconds but the man nodded.
Sam took a small step closer to better hear what was being said.
"'Bout time Faith got back in the flow."
"Not her, his blood smells of your slayer the one you deny you covet."
Sam's attention focused on the two of them, the expression on the other man's face suggested that he wasn't happy, and the only other slayer they could mean was Buffy.
"She's not mine and she can do who and what she pleases."
The girl cocked her head to one side, "You told me that carnal relations between those who shared a sire were frowned upon in humans of this society, unless they are identical females aged between 18 and 25 with a non related male and whipped cream being involved. Is this the case? You function as my guide in this realm; you should inform me of these things."
"Great, you've worked out how to work the telly again haven't you" he said running a palm over his face, "If you've put movie titles on the expense form again you're explaining it to the nibblet."
She appeared to become irritated with him for a second, "You have not answered my question."
"Lyri, that is a notebook question."
"Why must I note questions such as this down to put them to the whelp. He will change skin tone, and I will just have to ask you for an answer anyway." She turned and focused her attention on Sam, "I will ask him, if he shares her blood he should be trustworthy."
The man grabbed 'Lyri's arm as she turned to face Sam. "What do you mean shares her blood."
She picked his hand off her arm, "They share a sire."
The blonde man turned to look at Sam, before turning his attention back to Lyri.
She peered down her nose at him and seeing how she was a good few inches shorter than the man she was talking to that was pretty hard. "You were told Spike. On the visit to the gateway, your slayer stated she was sending some books to her younger brother remember?"
Spike again looked at Sam before answering Illyria, "Yes 'mind something about it."
"You threatened to rip the still beating heart out of her sire, and feed it to him when you discovered that this brother was older than the nibblet's assumed age. Then Alexander 'the whelp' hit you on the head with a spoon to which you exclaimed 'Good on Joycie'"
Sam turned to the guy called Spike, "What?"
Spike wasn't sure what to say, "Look I didn't… why the hell do I bother." He turned to Illyri, "Ta Lyri ,why don't you dig me a bigger grave."
"We went to see it when we attended the joining of the witch and the slayer that is beneath her. It is of standard size for the time."
"You're Spike and Illyria?" Sam asked, "You're with Faith."
"You know of her," Illyria asked Sam.
Spike looked at the other man silently, imagining how bad a scenario of an unbalanced Faith and any male let alone one related to Buffy could be. "Mate, please tell me you haven't."
"Haven't what?" Sam asked as Faith worked her way through the crowd.
"There you guys are." Faith said joining both Spike and Illyria.
"Faith, do you wish to perform violence?" Illyria asked.
Faith looked at her watch, "Got some time – what you got Blue."
"We passed a small nest near the railway line, should prove some distraction."
"You up for it Spike or do you want to stay put?" Faith asked, "B's with the family right now."
Spike shrugged, "Might as well."
Illyria turned to Sam putting out her hand, "It has been good to become acquainted, however I wish to eviscerate something, so goodbye."
As Sam watched the two women he was sure he could hear Spike mutter something about being a 'bloody babysitter'.
As he came back to the table he found the others chatting away pleasantly, he stood there for a second before turning to Buffy, "That friend of yours the one you mentioned in when we were in Lawerence, Spike."
"Yeah?" Buffy asked cautiously.
"Wouldn't happen to be English, blonde and hangs about with a girl whose favourite colour is 'blue'?"
"You've seen them?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, they left with Faith, talking about eviscerating something."
Buffy grabbed her jacket, before heading for the door, "Oh hell."
A/N - Well you all asked for him I hope you are happy now :)