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Darla walked through the mall lost in thought. She felt another human bump into her, her eyes narrowing slightly as the woman continued walking, not even bothering to apologize. Humans were useless for anything other than sex and food. She had known that for hundreds of years, of course. Recently, though, she was reminded of that fact more and more. Ever since she had been brought back as the one thing she detested more than any other, a human. She had actually had a cold the other day. Sneezing and coughing and feeling tired. She had not felt tired in so many centuries. It was pathetic. Some stupid bug had had her in bed for several days, unable to do anything except sleep.

This evening had been the first she had ventured out since being sick. She had seen her childe, her Angel and been given yet another lecture on morals and feeling guilt for her past actions. Why was he so damn stubborn? Handsome and pigheaded. He would not understand that she may have a soul but she was not like him. She could never be like him. Personally, she was beginning to wonder if the Roma had added a whiny clause to his curse because every time she saw him, all he seemed to do was wallow in guilt and whine. Her boy had never been like that, even as a human. That distasteful aspect of his personality had not been brought forth until that damn soul had pushed away his demon. Oh, but the demon was still there. Darla smiled slightly, pausing to look into the window of a jewelry store as she remembered seeing flashes of it when she had been watching him. He may hide it well, but it was there. He could not ignore it presence just as she could not help missing the presence of her own.

She sighed, listening to the rush of people around her and missing the beat of their hearts. She had been over four hundred years old when her lover, her childe, had staked her. Awakening in this human body, she had retained her memories, her knowledge, but she had not been given her senses, her awareness of others like her. Hell, just last week she had almost been killed by an obvious fledge because she had not sensed his presence. Her, Darla, almost dinner for some weak newbie. It was inexcusable. The ones that had brought her back would pay. She could thank them for giving her life again, but would never forgive them for making her human, for forcing her into luring her baby into their clutches. They had no idea what they were playing with, who they were playing with. Yes, they would definitely pay. Of that she was certain.

It had been almost a month since her childe had discovered the truth about her return. Still he came to her, words of forgiveness and guilt spilling from this wonderful lips. When all she wanted was to feel his body against hers as he drank from her, to feel his blood spilling into her lips making her what she once was, to have him back in her arms where he belonged, all he offered were words. He had become more pathetic than the humans he tried so valiantly to save. In many ways, he disgusted her. Even as a human she could see the ridiculous path that he had chosen for himself. Oh, he could speak of the powers that be all that he wanted, but she knew him. Her Angelus was still in there somewhere, she had felt him, seen him. The soul had not made him into what he was, it had just helped him have an excuse to justify his actions. She would bet her life that if one of his little human sidekicks were in danger, the soul would be forgotten instantly as he fought for their life with all of his being, soul and demon combined.

Why then did he refuse to accept his demon? She had loved hers, finding the perfect mixture of everything to become what she wanted to be. True, she could admit now that they had been rather foolish and ruthless several times. While destroying entire towns had been such fun, it hadn't been the most intelligent thing to do. She had grown though, just as she was sure that he had. Back in Sunnydale, before that bitch slayer had interfered, she had hoped to share her maturity with him. She had known then that she was not the same sire he remembered. Did he give her a chance to explain? Give her time to try to renew their binds? Noooo, the miserable bastard had staked her. He could claim now it was to protect his bitch slayer, but she knew better. She had looked into those familiar eyes as the wood had pierced her heart. He had been scared. Scared of admitting that he had barely been existing, much less living. Scared to admit that he might have been wrong in his perception of the past. Scared of having any hope that he might be able to reclaim his position in so many lives. In a way, she understood. That was one reason she had forgiven him instantly upon being reborn.

Darla moved past the jewelry display and began looking in the window of an antique store as she continued to remain lost in thought. Those lawyers honestly believed that they had control of her. Because she was human, they doubted her power. While a human body did pose a few problems, her mind was still that of a master vampire. Body be damned, they did not own her. For them to believe she would hold a grudge against her favorite childe, would willingly betray him and hand him over to them, well, they were even more stupid than most of the humans she had had the misfortune of meeting. While she might not agree with his chosen path, she respected his choice and knew eventually he would see the error of his ways and realize who he truly was once again. After all, he was her childe. She would kill for him, had killed for him. No one would ever harm him without risking the fate of facing her wrath. They had forgotten one vital mistake in their plan. They believed that as a human she would be manipulated, coerced into seeing things their way. They had overlooked one important fact. She had never been a weak human. Before her own turning, she had been as ruthless and cunning as she had been as a vampire. But, over the past few weeks, she had realized that she could not change Angel. He would never be her Angelus unless it was something that he wanted. Nothing she said or did could make him hers again.

But, she could begin to slowly reclaim all that she had lost. While he was her favorite childe, he was not the only thing that had made her happy. Another could be found to take his place until he asked for it back. No, there were many things she could enjoy without involving her soulful childe. She had a bit of a score to settle with the people that had brought her back, that had tried to manipulate her into doing things their way. As if they could ever fathom to understand who she truly was, what she would feel for her Angelus. Foolish mortals. She had spent the last few weeks listening and learning, making contacts she could call on when the time was right. Wolfram and Hart had many enemies, some even more powerful than she. She had begun to think of a plan, something that would surprise them and show them exactly who they had been playing with. Tonight, she would take the first step in reclaiming her past and moving into the future. She would have to be patient, her plan seemingly going to take about a month to unfold, but it would be worth it.

"You look lost in thought, love."

Darla heard the soft words and smiled, turning to face the beautiful dark haired woman studying her. "You came."

A shy smile, "You asked." A thoughtful look as dark eyes looked at the blonde human standing in front of her, "I hear your heart. It's going thump, thump, thump. We'll get my Spikey back? He needs us to help him, to save him."

Darla nodded, thankful that her grandchilde had come upon her request, "We shall go for Spike tomorrow evening. Do you know where he is?"

"Of course. Silly boy has a crush on that nasty old slayer," Drusilla said, wrinkling her nose. "The stars think it is funny, but I find it disgusting."

"So he's in Sunnydale?" Darla said, surprised. Her great grandchilde in love with a slayer? What happened when she had been gone? Well, something would be done about that, that was for certain. She actually liked Spike, finding his humor and abrasive charm endearing. While she rarely displayed her affection openly, he and Drusilla were two of the only vampires she actually cared for. She often felt nostalgic for those days past when they had all been a family. It was one such memory that had spurred her into finding Drusilla, knowing that the female would be loyal to her grandsire. With Spike, Darla couldn't be as sure he would have come though she assumed he probably would have. If she could not have her Angelus, she could have the rest of her family. "Fine. Sunnydale it is."

"Oh, goodie," Drusilla clapped and smiled. "Can we kill the slayer? Last time, Spikey made me leave before I could."

"I'm not sure about that, Princess," Darla said, not wanting to add murdering the slayer to an otherwise full plan for the future. Upon seeing Dru's fallen face, she smiled, "But maybe we can hurt her a little."

"Daddy is here, isn't he?" Dru asked suddenly, brightened at the idea of at least hurting the nasty slayer that had taken her Daddy and was now trying to take her Spike.

"Yes, he is. Maybe we will play with him when we get back," Darla said with a slight smile.

Drusilla nodded, not speaking. Instead, she put her hand on Darla's heart, her eyes bright as she felt the beating of the heart under the warmth of her grandsire's skin. It was strange to know this woman she had often been in awe of was now human. Drusilla smiled, feeling a rush of pleasure spread over her as she realized how important she must be for Darla to call her. "You're warm."

Darla smiled affectionately, leaning forward and brushing her lips against the coolness of Dru's. She ignored the stares of the passing humans, not caring what any of them thought. She pulled back, her hand brushing over her granddaughter's face. "I know. I miss the cold."

Dru giggled, "Don't worry, Grandmother. I'll fix you right up. Take all that nasty warmth away forever."

"Thank you," Darla said, adding with a large smile, "Sire."

She and Drusilla left the mall, their hands clasped as they stepped into the night. She smiled, knowing that by morning she would be dead, turned by one of her own. And tomorrow, they would go to Sunnydale to find and retrieve Spike, her brother she realized with a small laugh. This was going to start getting a bit confusing, she decided. Alas, she did not mind. Angel had turned her away when she had asked him to turn her. In the long run, that had been a wise decision. Drusilla would sire her and together they would go to Sunnydale and find Spike and finalize the plans. As a family, they would destroy Wolfram and Hart and maybe, just maybe, her Angelus would come back to her. It was all just a matter of time.

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Darla stretched as she felt the car stop. She opened her eyes, looking at her sire and smiling, "We've stopped."

Drusilla smiled, "We are in Sunnydale finally."

Darla leaned forward and spoke to the driver, "We are staying at 713 Westmoreland Avenue."

"Yes, Mistress," the minion said.

"Daddy does not know yet," Drusilla said, running her hand over her childe's face.

"He won't until we want him to know," Darla said. She smiled, "Even if he knew, he would not want to believe."

"I feel my Spikey," Drusilla said, smiling wistfully. "He's here now, wanting her."

"Not for long," Darla said, moving to lay her head on Drusilla's breast. "We shall remind him who and what he is and what she is."

"Can I kill her?" Drusilla asked. She knew that she was Darla's sire now, but she looked to the blonde as a mother and could not change that after so many years. "She's played with my Spikey...hurt him...made him all goodie and sweet...yuck."

"There will be no killing of the slayer, no matter how warranted it might be," Darla said sharply. "We do not need that fight on our hands along with everything else."

"OK," Drusilla agreed reluctantly. She brightened, "At least I'll get my Spikey back."

"Yes, you will," Darla said, smiling affectionately as she thought of her blonde great grandchilde. She had missed him as much as she had missed her Angelus and Drusilla.

"Yay," Dru clapped as she began to brush Darla's hair with her fingers. "Shall we fetch dinner on the way home?"

"Not yet," Darla said. "We're here to prepare for the fight against Wolfram and Hart and to reclaim Spike. Not to start a war with the slayer or to murder half the population of Sunnydale. I hope we're back in LA within a week."

"Can we see Daddy then? I so want to see him," Dru said, resigning herself to a dull visit to Sunnydale. No playing with the slayer and no hunting. Did not sound like fun.

"Yes, we can see him then," Darla said with a small smile. She sat up, looking out the window as the minion drove through the small town. The car stopped at a light on Main Street and she lazily watched the passing pedestrians. A flash of red caught her eyes and she moved her head slightly, looking into the laughing face of a girl that appeared to be no more than twenty. The girl was standing at a lightpost with another girl that had dirty blonde hair. Darla dismissed that girl immediately, not seeing anything special. A pale face and rather dull appearance over all, though her eyes watched the redhead closely with an almost awed expression. Darla's eyes moved back the redhead who was talking passionately, her eyes sparkling with humor and her face lit with life. "Don't move," she told the driver, not wanting to leave this girl for some reason.

"What is it?" Drusilla asked, looking over her shoulder and spotting the redhead. She slowly smiled, "Oh, she's pretty. Her soul is bright. Such power."

"I noticed," Darla said softly, watching as the redhead waved suddenly. She looked and her eyes narrowed. She hissed, "Slayer."

"She is too bright to be with that smelly old thing," Drusilla said quietly. "The slayer is dimming her flame. We must save her."

"I believe you're right," Darla said, smiling as she felt the pull of the redhead. "We must save her and Spike from that nasty old slayer."

"Oh goodie," Drusilla said. "Someone new to play with. She looks delicious."

Darla watched as the redhead left with the group of people that had joined her and the other girl, her hand held by that weak little slip of a girl. So much power that was unfulfilled. Such fire they were trying to put out. Trust the slayer to try to ruin someone so special. Well, not if she could help it. Darla was going to make sure her redhead got everything she deserved. She laughed, "I believe I've just found my diversion, Mum."

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"I don't care. Where do you want to go?"

"You don't care?" Willow asked, glancing at her girlfriend with a pained smile.

"Where ever you want to go is cool with me," Tara said, smiling at the redhead.

"Why don't we just stay here," Willow finally said. She loved Tara, really she did, but the other girl's indecisiveness was rather annoying after so many months.

"I thought you wanted to go out," Tara said, looking at Willow with curiosity.

"I did, but now I don't," Willow said with a smile as she reached over her lover's lap for a book.

"Willow, what's wrong?" Tara asked after a few moments of silence.

"Nothing is wrong," Willow said.

Tara chewed on her lip as she watched her lover read. Willow's hair fell across her cheek as she studied the words in front of her. Finally, she said, "Maybe we could go to the Bronze. I think Buffy said she and the others would be there."

Willow looked at Tara and asked, "Do you want to go the Bronze?"

"If you do," Tara said.

"Tara, do YOU want to go to the Bronze?" Willow asked again.

"I guess so," Tara said, wondering what was upsetting Willow. "I mean, yes. I do want to go to the Bronze."

"OK. We'll go to the Bronze," Willow said with a smile. She got up and went to the closet, feeling slightly guilty. She was being such a bitch. She was just so tired of never getting any answers from Tara. She loved her, enjoyed being with her. But, lately, it was becoming strained. She was beginning to think that Tara didn't care for her or that maybe she didn't care for Tara. So many questions that were keeping her up at night. She didn't want to hurt the other girl, knowing what it felt like to be hurt, but she no longer knew where their relationship was going. It seemed to have stalled several months before in fact.

"Are you all right?" Tara asked as she watched the redhead strip and change, her eyes following the contours of the body that she knew so well. She was losing Willow. Of that, there was no doubt. She had been living on borrowed time for the past few weeks. Their conversations had been strained, and they rarely spent time alone anymore. They hadn't made love in over six weeks. She closed her eyes as Willow again answered that everything was fine. She was considering leaving Sunnydale. Make it easier for Willow to break up with her. She'd been hanging in there hoping this was just a phase, that they had just reached a turning point in their relationship that was stagnant. She watched Willow move towards the mirror, the redhead brushing her hair and humming along with the radio. Tara sighed as she got up to dress, knowing that she could no longer ignore it. She had lost Willow. She could stay and make both of them miserable or she could leave and maybe given them a chance at happiness. She found a light blue shirt, pulling it over her head as she made her decision. She hoped that Willow would forgive her for leaving, but it was for the best. Her mind made up, she smiled at Willow, "Are you ready?"

Willow nodded, smiling at Tara. She felt guilty at how she had acted. She was being such a bitch. She leaned over and gently kissed her lover, "Ready."

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"Do you think Spike is acting weird?" Willow asked Tara, her green eyes on the blonde vampire.

"No more than usual," Tara said, glancing at the vampire and finally seeing him through the crowds on the Bronze dance floor. "He's always a bit weird."

"Lately, though," Willow's voice trailed off. "I don't know. He seems to be following Buffy around. Usually, he tries to avoid her and the rest of us."

"You think he likes Buffy?" Tara whispered, her eyes widening. She glanced back at Spike and saw him glowering at the slayer who was dancing with Riley.

"Isn't that disturbing?" Willow asked, not sure why she found it disturbing. It just seemed wrong somehow. "Like Buffy would ever repeat her first mistake of loving a vampire. I almost feel sorry for him. This is even worse than having that chip."

"It is kind of sad. I mean, she's happy with Riley," Tara said, not liking Spike enough to feel sorry for him. Truthfully, she didn't trust the blonde vampire, chip or not. From what she had been told, he'd betrayed Willow and the others to Adam the year before yet they still let him hang around and help when he felt like it or they needed him.

"After the way she felt after losing Angel, how stupid is Spike to think she would want to go through that with him? I mean, at least Angel had a soul for most of their relationship," Willow said, shaking her head. "I guess Spike really is stupider than I ever would have thought."

"Willow, can we focus on something besides Spike and his newly acquired fascination with Buffy?" Tara asked softly, not wanting to upset Willow but needing to speak her piece.

"I'm not focused on Spike," Willow said, looking at her lover and frowning. "I was merely observing something that I had noticed over the past couple of weeks."

"I'm leaving Sunnydale," Tara said.

"And you had to admit that he's acting weird...." Willow stopped talking, looking at Tara with wide eyes, "What?"

"I'm leaving. This, between us? It's great and I care about you so much, but it's not working. I can see it in your eyes. You never touch me anymore. Even tonight, you're sitting across from me spending the night watching some vampire watch Buffy. That isn't good," Tara said in a rush before she lost her nerve.

"You're leaving because of me?" Willow asked, the emotions leaving her face as she flashed back to another break up that was pretty similar. She pulled her arms against her, looking at Tara with confused eyes, "I love you, Tara."

"You did," Tara said with a soft smile. "I don't think you do anymore. Don't feel bad, Willow. It's just time for us to both on. We should be glad that we realized it this fast. I mean, I wouldn't have wanted to end up like some of those people that stay together and fight constantly or have affairs. I do love you, hon. The time we've had together, it's meant so much to me. I'm sorry we drifted apart, if it was something that I did. Um, I'm going to pack my stuff tonight. I'll leave tomorrow."

"This soon?" Willow asked, her eyes tearing up. "You don't think we can work through this? That maybe we still have a chance?"

"If I did, I'd stay," Tara said softly. "I think our time is over. We have to live, Willow. Right now, this isn't living. I'm so sorry. I'm doing this for us."

"Leaving me for us?" Willow asked, not sure what she felt. She knew that Tara was right. They had been moving apart over the past few months. But, this was only her second major relationship. Both ending with her partner finding someone or something else and leaving town because of her. She must be cursed, she decided.

"Don't, please," Tara asked, looking around. "I don't want to go, but I have to. Please understand. I love you, Willow."

Willow moved her head as Tara leaned over and kissed her cheek. She watched as her lover, ex-lover she guessed now, walked away, not looking back even once. She closed her eyes, feeling the tears begin to slide down her face. She couldn't believe Tara had left her. And not only that, she had been dumped at the Bronze. This had to be a nightmare. A bad nightmare that she would soon wake up from. It couldn't possibly get any worse.

"What's got your panties in a twist, pet?"

Willow groaned softly as she looked up, wiping her face with the back of her hand, "Don't you have somewhere to be, Spike? Like maybe drooling over Buffy?"

His eyes narrowed as he spat out, "I would never drool over that bitch."

Willow snorted, "Yeah, right. So who is the blonde vampire that's been hanging around outside her house at night? Hmm? I saw him the other day and could have sworn it was you."

His expression hardened as he hissed, "And did good little Willow run to her friend and tell?"

"No," she admitted, looking away. "If you're stupid enough to fall for Buffy, I'll leave you to it. I guess you enjoy taking Angel's leftovers."

"Why you little bitch," he spat out, wishing he could reach over and hit her.

"What? I figured you must like sloppy seconds," she said with a tight smile. It wasn't any of her business if Spike wanted Buffy. It seemed that every other man in town did at one time or another. Why should he be any different?

"So, where's you little shadow tonight?" Spike asked, watching her stiffen. "Decide that she was tired of going down on you? Of following you around like some sickening puppy with those perky little smiles and constant need to appease everyone? Good riddance is what I say. Bout time you found yourself someone capable of playing with that fire and not getting burned."

"Fuck you," Willow hissed as her eyes blazed. How dare he?

"Didn't think I was your type any longer, pet, seeing as I have balls and am not afraid of using them," he remarked casually, "but if your game, you know where to find me."

"Right, so you could close your eyes and feel my warm tight body and wish it was her? Sorry, Spike. She's actually a pretty cold hearted person a majority of the time and from her experiences, I doubt she's all that tight," Willow said with a smile. "I think I'll pass."

"You're bloody well annoying, did you know that?" he demanded, again fighting the urge to reach across the table and grab her throat. Only, this time, his mind didn't stop there. It progressed to a point where he was thrusting into that tight warmth she spoke so teasingly about until she was laying under him in exhaustion, hoarse from screaming in pain and pleasure. Then, he'd bite her neck as drink her life from her, the same thing he had been wanting to do for months, years. He could even feel her mouth against his wrist as he shared his blood with her, creating his first true childe, bringing her back from death to become his greatest accomplishment. She would make a splendid childe, wonderful mate. He just had to get rid of this damn chip first and force her into seeing things his way.

"Spike, seriously," she softened, sighing softly, "I actually like you. I'd like to think we'd become friends over the past few months. This thing with Buffy? I don't understand where it's coming from, nor do I really want to. I just know that, in the end, you'll be the one getting hurt. Be careful with whatever game you're playing. Buffy's one of the best players around."

"Did you two have some sort of falling out?"

"No," she said, laughing. "Oh, I'm just being honest. I love her to death, she's my best friend. But, I know her faults. She'll chew you up and spit you out and grind you underneath her platform boots without even blinking an eye."

"Thanks for the warning, but I don't need it. I can't stand that blonde bitch," he said. "Your little girl? She really gone?"

Willow nodded, looking down. "Yeah, she's even leaving town because of me. I seem to have a knack for driving my exes far far away."

"Aye, it's just strike two, luv," Spike said, "and she's no great loss. Never liked the little witch myself."

"I know," Willow said with a small smile. "I'd better go. I'm going to stay at my parent's house tonight. They're in Rome on a sabbatical of some sort so the place is empty. I just don't feel like going back to have to see Tara tonight."

"I'll walk you home," Spike said.

"Can't do that. Someone might figure out our little secret," Willow said, glancing at where Buffy was still dancing with Riley and Anya was kissing Xander. "None of them have any idea that we're friends."

"Friends? Is that what we are?" he asked in amusement. "Sorry, Red. I don't have friends. You're just one of the few on the list of people that I don't plan to torture and permanently kill when this implant is finally removed."

"Out of how many?" she demanded, getting her coat as she left money on the table for the waiter.

"Hmm...let me see, one," he said winking at her. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, "Don't you feel special?"

"Tease," she shot back, trying to forget what his voice was doing to her.

"Let's go before I feel the urge to go drool some more," he said, putting his hand on her back and leading her through the crowd of people.

"I thought you weren't drooling," Willow said with a glance at him.

"Drop it, Red," he warned as he led her into the night.

"He didn't feel me," Drusilla said with a pout as she watched her Spikey lead away the redhead that she and Darla had taken an interest in.

"He knows her," Darla said softly, feeling jealous. "She let him touch her, reassure her. They're friends."

"I can't believe my Spike did not feel me," Drusilla said again. "He's been a naughty boy, lusting after that slayer. Playing with our redhead without permission. Not feeling his Mummy when she's come to reclaim him."

"Well, Dru, darling," Darla smiled as her eyes gleamed with wickedness, "if he's been naughty, we must punish him."

"Oh goodie," Drusilla clapped as she looked at her newest childe, "and can we play with the redhead too? She's quite lovely and very powerful."

"Oh, yes, I think we shall be playing many a game with her too," Darla said as she got to her feet. "For now, we must go. The slayer is here and surely must remember me. I'd much rather not run into her at all."

"Perhaps we can track our Redhead and Spike. See where those two naughty kids were going to play," Drusilla said with a smile as she joined Darla.

"Poor Spike. He's gotten so soft. He needs a firm hand to remind him who he is," Darla said with a wicked smile as she and Drusilla followed Spike and Red into the night.

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"What is it Red?" Spike asked as they turned the corner onto her street.

"I don't know," she frowned, glancing behind them. "I could have sworn that we were being watched."

"I haven't felt anyone," he said slowly, looking behind them.

"I'm probably crazy," she said with a smile. "Just the stress of the evening and everything."

"Poor pet," he said, moving his hand to the back of her neck and rubbing lightly as they continued to walk. This time, it was him that paused and frowned. "I feel something, luv."

"So I'm not imagining things?" she asked, comforted in a way but also worried.

"It's familiar," he said, again looking behind them and only seeing shadows. "Do you think the little witch would follow you?"

"Tara? No," Willow shook her head. "I'd say that she is finishing her packing as we speak."

"I don't like this, Red," he said softly, annoyed at the feeling that seemed so hauntingly familiar. "Let's get to your house fast."

"Maybe it's just Buffy. She might have seen us leave together and been worried," Willow said.

"No, I'd know that slayer stench anywhere," he said, as he began to walk a bit faster. He was pulling Willow by the arm, trying to get her to keep up with him. "It's not her."

"We're almost to my house," Willow said, seeing it halfway down the block.

"Good," he said, thankful that he already had an invitation into her home. That meant they could run if he sensed immediate danger.

"Spikey...."

Spike froze as the voice reached him. He looked at Willow and saw her watching him, "RUN!"

Willow frowned at Spike's order, wondering who was calling to him and who had caused him to look so scared for her. She began to back away, pulling at him. "You too."

"She's gotta be here for me. Run," he demanded again, pushing against Willow. Stubborn damn redhead.

"I'm not leaving you out here," Willow insisted. "And who is she?"

"It's Drusilla!" he barked. "Go!"

"She came back for you?" Willow whispered, knowing that if that was true, Spike would be gone. Dru would take him away forever. "No, I'm not going without you."

"Damn it, Red. She'll kill you. Not only that, she'll torture you then kill you. Hell, she'd probably keep you alive for weeks just to punish me for lov..." he faltered, realizing what he was about to slip up and say, "liking you."

"You like me?" she smiled then realized the seriousness of the situation. "Spike, she can't get into my house. Come with me."

"I can't," he said. "She's my sire. Besides that, she's my Dru."

"You've been a naughty naughty boy," Drusilla said with amusement as she moved onto the sidewalk. "Naughty boys must be punished by their mummys."

Willow saw the beautiful dark haired vampire, heard her words and couldn't move. "I feel like I'm in some fucked up children's book."

"Damn it, Willow!" Spike said in disgust, "I told you to run! Do you not do anything you're told?"

"Hey now, don't yell at me!" she said, glaring at him. "You could have asked me and I might have done it. I don't like being told what to do."

"Ahem," Drusilla cleared her throat, a look of annoyance crossing her face, "I'm still here."

"Why don't you just go away?" Willow asked the vampire, figuring that if Spike was right, she was going to die anyway. Maybe she could provoke the woman into killing her quickly at least. "Spike's happy now. He has someone that cares about him and appreciates him. Why don't you let him just be happy?"

"He's mine," Drusilla said with a slight smile. She liked her Grandmum's intended. Brave and beautiful. "He will happy with me."

"You do?" Spike asked Willow with a crooked grin. "You care about me?"

"Nah, I was talking about Buffy," Willow said with a roll of her eyes.

"I don't give a damn about the fucking slayer," he said in disgust. "I was just trying to make you jealous, you stubborn little brat."

"Me? Jealous?" Willow asked.

"You and that pasty little witch all wrapped up in each other. When I started to pay attention to the Bitch, well, you noticed," he admitted sheepishly.

"You were trying to get my attention away from Tara so you start stalking Buffy?" Willow asked, having to laugh. "That's the stupidest ploy I've ever heard, Spike. Why didn't you just talk to me?"

"You were all anti-men, remember, luv?" he reminded. "I tried every trick that I could to get you away from her, but nothing worked until I started following after the slayer."

"This is very touching and all, but I'm getting bored," Drusilla said with a whine.

"Dru, let her go," Spike said, hoping his sire would listen. "She's not done anything."

"Silly boy," Drusilla laughed, "She's not going anywhere. She's ours."

"Ours?" Spike repeated, his eyes widening as the blonde stepped from behind the tree. "Darla?"

"Hello, m'boy," Darla said, her eyes moving from him to focus on Willow.

"How? You're dead....." Spike shook his head, hating the slight tremor of fear he felt at seeing Darla.

"I was," Darla said, moving until she stood in front of Willow who seemed slightly confused. "My pretty little pet doesn't understand what's happening."

"Don't touch her," Spike said, his voice low.

Darla's eyes narrowed as she glanced at him, "Is that a threat?"

"Children," Drusilla interrupted as she moved forward. She smiled at Willow, liking the girl immediately. She would make a good addition to the family. There was such power and strength in her. Of course, both her Spikey and Darla seemed to want to claim the girl. That might cause problems. She sighed softly, wishing her Daddy were still around. He'd know exactly what to do to solve this. She smiled as she suddenly hugged a startled Willow. Looking over her shoulder at both of her children, she said simply, "Mine."

Darla frowned at her sire, knowing that there was nothing she could do. She might be Dru's senior technically, but now, she was merely the brunette vampire's childe. She was on the same level as Spike in many ways. She smiled softly as she watched Drusilla, knowing the woman was merely trying to keep peace in the family. Wouldn't do for her and Spike to slaughter each other over possession of the redhead, not when they could all share. "Yours."

Spike looked at Darla then back at Drusilla. Looking at Darla again, he smiled as he noticed the fresh wound on her neck. She was Dru's, freshly made. He was now her older brother. Liking that idea, and the idea of having his redhead and his sire, he nodded, "Yours."

Willow heard his words and felt a wave of panic. She looked at him and saw him mouth the words, Trust me. She nodded slowly, somehow getting a feeling that she may have made the biggest decision of her life.

Drusilla smiled at the redhead, "My name is Drusilla. You know my Spikey. This is Darla."

"I'm Willow," she said, not sure she trusted the way the blonde was looking at her, as if she was main course at dinner and she hadn't eaten in years.

"Willow," Drusilla rolled the name off her tongue and smile. "Come along, my pretty. We have much to discuss."

Willow looked again at Spike as Drusilla began to walk her away from her house towards some unknown destination. She felt his hand at the small of her back and relaxed, knowing that he would not allow anything bad to happen to her. Darla frowned at Spike and moved to the other side of Willow, taking the girl's hand as they walked towards their lair.



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"I'm confused," Willow said, holding her head.

"Poor lovey," Dru clucked her tongue. "Would you like some more tea?"

"Damn it, Dru. She doesn't need anymore tea!" Spike said, moving beside Willow. "You OK, pet?"

"Why am I here?" Willow asked him, wanting a straight answer.

"Here on Earth? Here in Sunnydale?" he asked, putting off answering her question.

"Spike!" she glared. "Here in an old mansion with three vampires."

"I don't really...." Spike shrugged, "Cause we want you here."

"We?" Willow repeated, looking back at the other two females. "Drusilla who is your sire and Angelus' daughter and now Darla's sire. But, Darla is Angelus' sire, so she's really your great grandsire but she's now also your sister and Angelus' granddaughter. So, she's his sire and granddaughter. Goddess, I feel like I'm in some fucked up episode of Jerry Springer."

"Angelus is my childe," Darla said, smiling slightly at Willow's antics, "but I am now Drusilla's childe. My blood and my memory is still that of the Darla that sired Angelus. My body and the soul that I recently lost belong to the Darla that Wolfram and Hart brought back from hell. We are not the same but in many ways we are the same woman. To my Angelus, I will always be his sire regardless of what body I possess."

"But to me, she's just an annoying YOUNGER sister," Spike said with glee.

"And I'm here why?" Willow asked again, looking towards Drusilla for an answer. "My Spikey wants you, pretty pet, as does my Darla. I like you," Dru explained, "and the stars say that you'll make a wonderful addition to my family. Daddy is going to love you....all that fire and intelligence...."

"Daddy had better keep his grubby hands off of her," Spike said sharply.

"Don't worry about Angel, m'boy," Darla said, shaking her head, "I tried everything that I could to get my Angelus back. His determination is strong. The soul controls so much of him."

"Good, the bloody bastard can rot for all I care," Spike said, moving his hand along Willow's upper thigh.

"Spike," she warned, giving him a glare. "Why do you hate Angel? I mean, I know that Angelus was a prick and a half, but Angel was always nice. Well, broody and self righteous and all sacrificing....ok, I can see where that might get annoying."

"That's my luv," Spike said with a large smile.

Darla leaned over and took Willow's hand, "Hon, it's your choice. We aren't going to fight the slayer for you, at the moment. If you want to leave, if you want to continue living as you were, leave now. Otherwise, you're ours."

"Darla," Spike growled, frowning at the woman for giving Willow a choice. He was scared to death that she would say no and leave his life forever.

"Spike, it's ok," Willow said quietly, seeing the fear in his eyes. She was astonished, sure she must be dreaming. She moved her hand over his face as she smiled, "I want to be with you."

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Willow looked out the window, watching the sun slowly fade away in the western sky. She moved her hand over the filmy drape covering the glass and sighed, confusion easily written on her pretty face. She jumped slightly when she felt a cold body press against hers from behind, a slow smile crossing her face as she felt the obvious erection resting against her ass. "You're awake."

Spike chuckled, "And this is why you're the smart one. Those wonderful powers of observation. What was it that gave me away exactly?"

She laughed, deciding it wasn't worth the effort of moving to smack him. Instead, she just said, "The sun is going down. It's almost dusk."

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her neck, his tongue tracing the large bite that now marred the creamy skin, a possessive feeling spreading over him as he remembered yet again that she was now his. "You're worried."

She laughed softly, her eyes closing half way as her entire body felt the shockwaves of his tongue against her bite, "Yeah, well, it isn't every day that I have sex with three vampires and then find myself persuaded to leave everything that I know to remain with them."

"Glad to hear that," he chuckled, his hand moving to lay against her stomach, "I'm the jealous type, you know."

"Oh really? Now who's stating the obvious," she asked, thinking back over their days together and the specific times she honestly thought he was going to hurt Darla and even Drusilla for just touching her. There had been growling, lots of growling, and yellow eyes and then he'd just lay against her purring almost. She so did not understand what she had gotten herself into, acting on her feelings alone for the first time in her life. Even now, she was confused and worried, but standing with him felt right. Sleeping between him and Darla and feeling Drusilla's hands resting on her as she woke up had felt right. There was still something missing, though. She couldn't explain that feeling, but it was there. A nagging in the back of her mind. This, what they had experienced over the past couple of days or so, had been almost perfect. Soon, it would be perfect, she realized. They were leaving Sunnydale.

"We won't hurt you, pet," Spike said softly, feeling a need to reassure her. "We love you."

She smiled softly, knowing his words were true. She felt no fear being with them. They had done nothing except give her pleasure and make her feel cherished. She was scared of leaving her friends, giving up her life for something she had just found not even four days before. So many changes had happened so quickly. "I know. Why else would I be standing here trying to decide what I needed to pack?"

Spike's fingers spread out, his palm still on her stomach but his fingers now resting slightly above the patch of red curls between her legs. He scraped his teeth over her bite, hearing her soft whimper and feeling his cock throb even more. "You should just leave it all. Nothing here you can't replace."

She shook her head, "No. I have some photos that I want to keep. My computer. Everything else? Well, you're right. It can be replaced."

Spike smiled at the slight catch in her breath. He could smell her arousal, the intoxicating scent pleasing both him and his demon. He moved his hips, his erection now resting against her slick cunt lips. The head of his cock brushed against her wetness, the mixture of his pre-cum and her juices soon coating it. "Wonder if they've noticed you've gone?"

A slight shrug and a small frown, "Yeah, I figure they have. But, they probably know about Tara too. Buffy probably thinks I'm just trying to deal with it all alone."

"Stupid bitch probably doesn't even care," he snorted, still a bit angry that they were leaving without killing the slayer, without killing anyone.

"Hmm...need I remind you of a rather obsessive crush one certain vampire had on said stupid bitch?" Willow muttered, gasping softly when she felt his cock push ever so slightly into her only to be withdrawn almost immediately.

"It was not a crush and I've only gotten obsessive about you, pet," he said, moving his hand slowly lower until his finger rested against her warm clit. "And must I remind you of a certain blonde witchy witch and the mistake that she was?"

"Tara wasn't a mistake," Willow corrected softly, moving her body in hopes that he would quit the teasing and fuck her. "I loved her. She just wasn't what I needed any more than I was what she needed."

"She's gone now," Spike growled softly, her squirming not making his attempts at seduction very easy. "You're mine."

"And Drusilla's and Darla's," she reminded softly, not wanting him to forget the other vampires that had also marked her, her fingers lightly tracing the mark on her upper thigh that Drusilla had made and moving up to trace the deep bite on her breast from Darla.

"My claim is stronger than theirs," he said with a smirk. "Mine first, then theirs. Even the poofter couldn't override my claim."

"Oh yay, make me feel like some toy or possession....you really know women, Spike," she said, her tone slightly annoyed.

"Not a possession," he said as he used his knees to spread her legs farther apart. He moved his mouth to her ear, licking at it as he thrust into her, her low moan making him smile, "a mate."

Darla smiled as she opened her eyes and saw Spike fucking Willow in front of the window. She sat up, stretching before gracefully getting out of the bed. She walked towards them, her breasts swaying slightly as she paused, simply drinking in the beauty of her great-grandchilde taking the pretty redhead. She could think of nothing more erotic to watch, except maybe her Angel playing too. Smiling sadly, she glanced at the bed, seeing that her sire was still asleep. Drusilla kept speaking about the stars and her Daddy like he would come back to them. She knew Drusilla was usually accurate, but, this time, she feared it was merely wishful thinking. Nothing she had done had been able lure him away from the goodness and purity that his soulful brooding had to offer. He had resisted her at every turn. She heard a cry of pleasure, her eyes moving back to Willow and Spike. Her hand lazily moved across her light brown curls as she watched them, deciding that not having her Angel hurt, but it wasn't that bad. Not if she had Willow to play with.

Darla saw Spike look at her as she moved closer. She cocked her head slightly, asking for permission. That rather bugged her. Having to ask her great-grandchilde for his permission to play. Luckily, Spike didn't mind sharing as long as he was there too. She knew his tendency to be rather possessive though, so she knew that he held all the cards. Why Drusilla had allowed him to mate with Willow, she thought crossly before smiling at his nod. She kneeled in front of Willow, resting her ass on her feet, leaning over and inhaling the sweet scent of Willow's arousal. She ran her tongue over Drusilla's mark, watching the redhead's eyes open and look down at her, their green depths dazed by passion and lust. She saw the smile before Willow's eyes again half closed, the human's hand kneading her breast as the other lay flat on the window, supporting her against Spike's thrusts. Darla went back to her task, Willow's juices soon coating her tongue. Her chin brushed against Spike's cock a few times, but Darla didn't pay that any attention. She sucked Willow's clit into her mouth, her tongue stabbing at it in rhythm with Spike's thrusts.

Darla's head went back as she felt cool fingers enter her cunt. Looking back, she saw her sire watching with an amused and lusty look on her beautiful face. Darla smiled, winking at Dru before she went back to pleasing Willow. Above her head, Willow and Drusilla soon were kissing, their breasts rubbing against each other. Drusilla trailed a path down Willow's graceful neck, her tongue teasing the hardened nubs on her breasts before moving back to her lovely blonde daughter. The only sound in the room was Willow's heavy breathing, the moans coming from all four and the sounds of flesh rubbing flesh. Willow couldn't last long, not with Spike's large cock thrusting into her and Darla's cool mouth playing with her clit. She cried out, the sound a guttural moan, as her head went back against his shoulder and she came, her pussy tightening around him.

Spike felt a cool finger push into his ass, catching his sire's amused eyes as she found the exact spot that made him groan, his eyes closing as his face changed. His teeth pierced Willow's neck as he came, Drusilla's fingering making him to seem to cum for hours. He heard the soft whimper of Darla, signaling the blonde's release soon followed by Drusilla's familiar moans. He removed his teeth from Willow, standing against her as Dru's finger slid from his ass. His tongue lapped at the wound, listening to her rapid heartbeat.

Willow sighed a satisfied sigh, her entire body still reeling from her orgasm. She could feel her juices now mixed with Spike's covering her pussy and dripping slowly down her leg, Darla's tongue trailing after every drop. Content, she rest against Spike, not sure if she could move. "That was nice."

"Nice?" he repeated, laughing. "that was fan-fucking-tastic, pet. Nice is for kitties and puppies, not great, wild sex."

"Sorry, I haven't yet mastered the thesaurus of wild sex terms," Willow said, looking into Drusilla and Darla's laughing faces. "I'm working on it though."

"You'll learn soon enough, lovey," Drusilla said, getting to her feet. She licked her fingers, tasting both of her lovely children.

"If we want to be settled in LA before dawn, we should think of leaving soon," Darla said as she stood, stretching, her juices glistening against her pale skin.

"Oh, yes. We need to be in LA tonight," Drusilla said, nodding. "Daddy will be so happy to see us." She moved her hand over Willow's cheek, caressing the pretty human's face, "He'll be so surprised to see you, lovey. You'll bring him back to us."

Willow heard Spike's low growl and smiled, "I don't really know about that, but we'll see."

"Oh, I know," Drusilla said in a confident tone. "The stars never lie to me. Soon, Daddy will be with us again."

"I'll believe that when I see it," Darla said, not able to hide the hope in her eyes. She actually loved her new family, strangely at ease with her position as Drusilla's childe, but she missed her Angel. Looking at the redhead, she became thoughtful. Maybe that was what she had been missing. That innocence and soul that would tempt the demon. Maybe, just maybe, to possess Willow, the demon would finally push the soul to the side. She could only hope.

"Damn poofter can find his own woman," Spike muttered, not wanting to share Willow with the man that had been like a sire to him. At least, not if he was like he had been two years before. The old Angelus...the one that had taught him so much...his lover, his friend, well, that Angelus might not be as bad. But he still hated sharing.

"So, we go to LA, meet Daddy, then kill a bunch of nasty old lawyers," Willow said, moving away from them to sit on the bed once her legs felt strong enough to make the short walk. "Then what?"

"Do we turn you, you mean?" Drusilla asked, knowing the girl's fear. She laughed, "Not yet, my love. When the time is right, and only then, you will become my sister."

"Don't tell me....only the stars know when that will be?" Willow said, smiling despite the seriousness of the situation. "Sister? Won't I be your daughter?"

"Damn it, Dru. I said I'd share her with him....You're not letting the bastard sire her too," Spike suddenly said, glaring at his sire as he moved behind Willow, sitting on the bed and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"She is yours, dearie, but he will be her father," Drusilla said with a nod. "It is what the stars want. Quit sulking. She will always be yours. Nothing shall change that."

"Damn stupid stars," he muttered, not liking the idea of Angelus siring his mate, that bastard earning rights of sire and such. He trusted Drusilla though, knowing his sire would not lie to him. Willow would always be his, no matter what.

"And after LA?" Willow asked, "After you've killed those lawyers, then what?"

"Where do you want to go, Red?" Darla asked, having moved to the bed beside the other three.

"It's my choice?" Willow slowly smiled as she said shyly, "I've always wanted to see Paris."

"Paris it is then," Spike said, smiling. "We kill those damn lawyers for hurting Sis, grab the Poofster, and then we go to Paris. How does that sound, luv?"

"Heavenly," she smiled, kissing him. "I just still can't believe this....it's like a dream. You wanting me...."

"Eh, I told you before that you were mine," he reminded with a smile, "it was just a matter of time."

"We should go," Willow decided, looking at them. "After a shower. I don't think I could face Buffy looking like this," she gestured to her body and the juices that still coated it. "I'm just going to tell her that I've fallen in love and leaving Sunnydale. She doesn't need to know anything else. I just don't want her to worry. She'll let me go."

"Doesn't really have much of a choice," Spike said, knowing that Darla didn't want anyone killed, but if Buffy tried to keep Willow away from him, damn the implant, he'd kill the bottle blonde bitch.

"She'll be fine, little tree," Drusilla said. "You go. We'll be waiting for you."

"Shower first," Willow said, reluctantly leaving Spike's embrace.

"Think that sounds good," Spike said, getting to his feet and following her.

"You really think Angel will join us?" Darla asked, rolling her eyes at their antics before she looked at her sire.

"Yes," Drusilla said simply. "We should gather our stuff. Tonight, we leave."

Darla nodded, getting to her feet and searching for her clothes. After Willow and Spike got finished, she'd take a shower. Then, she'd finalize the details on her plan against Wolfram and Hart. They wouldn't know what hit them, she thought with an evil smile. Teach them to play silly games with her. She heard a squeal then a low groan and laughed, deciding that this time around she was going to enjoy the hell out of her unlife.

THE END