The Gift

Epilogue

“I hate England! It’s wet and foggy!” Each word passed forcefully from the brunette’s mouth.

“Shut up, pet, I’m trying to fuck you senseless.” Spike slapped Xander on the ass and continued to pound into his lover. Xander grinned and wiggled his ass, causing Spike to lose his rhythm. The vampire snarled and jerked at Xander’s hips. Xander lost his grip on the wingback chair that he had been leaning over and fell to the floor, the two men landing in a heap of tangled limbs.

Xander laughed and Spike unwound himself from his consort’s body. “Think that was funny, love?” Xander nodded and them gasped as Spike thrust back unto his body. Spike lost his composure when Xander squeezed his ass tightly around Spike’s cock and finally began to laugh along with his mate.

Xander grinned up at his partner and Spike smiled down. Lost in each other’s eyes and hearts, they didn’t hear the doorbell. The doorbell rang again, breaking through his lusty haze and Spike growled. No way was he leaving his warm body and warm fire to answer the bloody door. Rodchester scurried past, racing through the lengthy hallways, trying to reach the door before the person left.

Xander leaned his head back in offering to his lover. Spike leaned in and bit into Xander’s sweet flesh, earning a round of applause for his efforts. Spike released Xander’s neck and the two lovers looked to the side to see who was praising them.

“Willow!” Spike snarled as Xander tried to pull away. “Do you mind, childe? Go wait in the atrium, we’ll be there soon.” Willow laughed and stuck her tongue out at her sires before turning to look for Rodchester. The year that she had spent with her sires had shown her that baiting the minion was a wonderful pastime.

Spike returned to his lover’s neck. “It’s your fault she’s so cheeky. You let her get away with anything,” Spike whispered into his lover’s ear.

“Yeah right! Who was the one that always let her eat in bed? Rodchester never got all those sheets clean!” Xander’s retort ended suddenly. “Why are we fighting when we could be shagging?”

Spike shrugged and returned to his task of buggering his mate senseless.

*****

The two men found Willow in the basement, chasing a naked Rodchester around the room. “No miss! I’d rather… Master!” Rodchester ran behind Xander and Xander chuckled.

“Willow, in all the time you have known Rodchester, have you ever been successful at getting him into bed?”

Willow considered Xander’s question. “Never.”

“Then why do you keep trying, pet?” Spike looked at his childe curiously.

Willow chewed on her bottom lip, looking every bit the child she had been so many years ago. “It’s fun?”

Xander grabbed her in a bear hug and carried her out of the room. Spike smiled at Rodchester then left the room to the embarrassed minion.

“Why do you really do it?” Xander whispered in Willow’s ear.

“It is fun. He’s been dedicated to you and only you for so long, that it’s a challenge to see what he’ll do in situations where you are not a component.”

“Ah.”

“Nice house, by the way, Spike finally get his family’s digs back?” Willow looked around the atrium of the huge mansion, taking in the stained glass windows and warm gothic designs.

Xander looked around. “Yeah, it’s a little big for just the three of us, especially since Spike still makes Rodchester sleep under the kitchen table, so we have a lot of room to ourselves. I like the view though.” He opened the front door to gaze upon the beautiful park across the road. “Still hate England. Too wet.”

Willow shrugged. “Good for vamps though!” Spike joined the pair and the trio walked out to the waiting car.

Willow took the couple to the club where they were to meet Angelus. Xander whistled low. Lush gardens surrounded a large lake. The Hurlingham Country Club sparkled with life. Its Georgian façade was stunning and evocative of a long past age of grandeur and style. Spike pointed out two peacocks that darted across the drive as they approached the front gates.

As their driver pulled away, Xander and Spike looked around the beautifully landscaped gardens, opening their senses to search for their sire. They found him in the ballroom dancing with an older woman who was dripping with diamonds.

Xander scoffed and poked Spike in the side, pointed to the side of the dance floor. Cordelia stood there in a fire red dress, rubies decorating her long neck, emphasizing Angelus’ mark.

“You should hear her heart beat, pet. It’s off the charts. Wouldn’t want to be Angelus when she gets a hold of him.” Xander studied the jewels adorning Cordy’s neck, noting how they danced and shimmered against her throbbing pulse. He nodded in agreement and the two men walked over to join their sire’s pet.

A Maitre D’ stepped in front of the men, looking down his nose. “That is not appropriate attire. I am going to have to ask you…” Spike allowed his game face to flash at the chittering man. The man stammered, “Of course. Absolutely no problem.” Xander laughed and the two continued their journey.

Xander stepped up behind the woman who had once filled his dreams. “Dance?” Cordy beamed at him, shooting an ugly look at Angelus before joining Xander on the floor. The dance ended and Angelus released his dance partner, a diamond bracelet neatly tucked in his hand, before walking over to his childe.

“Is it ready sire?” Spike didn’t glance away from his mate as Xander moved gracefully across the floor.

“Yes. What is Xander doing with Cordelia?”

“Dancing, you tealeaf. If you would claim her proper, you wouldn’t have to worry about her running off with other people. What’s it been, five years? Everyone knows that you two are going to be together forever anyway. It’s only a matter of time before she forces you to turn her, or, for that matter, just asks me nicely…”

“Can it, Spike. Let’s go.”

Spike raised an eyebrow and Xander led Cordelia from the dance floor, joining his mate and sire before moving across the room. Two other figures appeared behind them, quietly joining the group.

Xander leaned over and kissed Spike’s ear. “Did it work?”

Spike looked at his sire who was arguing loudly with his pet several steps in front of them. “Oh, yeah. You should have seen his face when I said I would turn her!” Xander laughed and the pair kissed deeply before hurrying to catch up with the others.

“There she is!” Cordelia hissed at Xander, indicating a dark haired young girl standing beside a stuffy looking older man.

“Got it.” Xander stripped off his coat, leaving himself clad in a burgundy silk shirt that clung to his muscled chest and tight black chinos that Spike had forbidden him to wear outside their home. Spike scowled at his lover and Xander smiled indulgently as he handed his jacket to his mate.

Xander strutted across the room, aiming for the shy looking girl. He talked to her for a moment, charming her guardian as well, before leading her away towards the dance floor.

When he reached the archway that effectively blocked them from her guardian’s view, Xander leaned in to speak with the shy woman-child. “Why don’t we go to the conservatory and talk?” She nodded, unsure, and followed the handsome man towards the isolated room.

When they reached the conservatory, the girl tried to scream, realizing that she was surrounded by demons. She reached into her skirt for the stake that her watcher had insisted that she bring, but her hand was batted away by a beautiful blond man.

The blond grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the tallest vampire in the room before grabbing the man who had escorted her in. She gasped when the vampire bit into the brunette’s neck, fearing for the life of the man. She was more shocked when she saw the brunette man smile and slice the vampire’s neck open, twisting his head to lap at the crimson stream.

She gagged and struggled, stopping when the female vampire approached, looking at her curiously. Willow looked up at Angelus. “You know, I never realized how small Buffy was.”

Angelus smiled. “I know.” The terrified girl looked up when a screech resounded through the room.

“Get your hands off that cow, Angelus! I am tired of watching you paw your way through every female in this place!” Cordelia walked over and slapped the young woman in the face. “Penn! You take her!”

The fourth male walked over, his head tilted to the side. His three-piece Saville Road Suit emphasized his physique and the girl saw madness behind his gold-rimmed spectacles. “What is your name, my child?”

“M..molly.” She stammered under the demon’s frightening gaze. Penn reached out and drug his finger over Molly’s face, lightly touching her. Molly flinched when she realized that he had carved something into her skin.

“Damn it, Penn! You still doing that Puritan shit?” Spike had lifted his head from Xander’s neck just in time to see his brother carve the cross into the Slayer’s skin. “Thought you had grown out of that!”

Cordy rolled her eyes. “As if! He still needs to do his little serial killer thing in every town we visit!”

“Enough!” Angelus’ eyes were cold. “Do it.”

Willow stepped forward, her game face still in place. Molly could see that the vampire’s eyes were no longer gold, but an inky black. Dark veins scored across her skin and the Slayer watched in wonder as the lines criss-crossed across the demonic visage and her red hair turned to black.

“Hecate and Artemis I call on your powers.
Heed your humble supplicant.
Let that which binds work its will.
Enslave the Slayer and allow me to work my will.
Let the Champion of Mortals be bound to my will.
I beseech thee to allow the Pure to be bound to darkness and pain.
Bind her mind and hands to the power of my device.
So mote it be.”

Wind began to blow through the room, and Molly screamed, as something seemed to dig into her skull. The pain grew more intense and she finally blacked out. Willow continued to repeat her chant for several more minutes before stopping.

“Is that it, Elvira?” Xander grinned at Willow.

Willow crinkled her nose at her sire. “Yes, the chip is in and I did a sweep to wipe out her memories of us. Where’d you stash the fledge?” Willow looked at Penn and he pointed towards the darkest part of the garden.

Penn carried Molly out into the garden while Angelus helped Cordelia pick her way down the path. Spike and Xander hurried ahead to prepare the fledgling. When they all arrived, Angelus, Penn, Cordelia and Willow concealed themselves as Spike and Xander woke the Slayer.

They leapt behind the shrubbery just as Molly opened her eyes. The fledge, who had been drained to almost nothing by Willow, struggled to his feet, smelling the delicious scent of Slayer.

Molly spun around, trying to remember how she had gotten outside. Noticing the vampire, she pulled her stake that her watcher insisted that she carry out from under her skirt and attacked.

As soon as her stake pierced the vampire’s chest, a shot of pure agony struck her brain. Bright white light filled her senses and she collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the onslaught.

Spike jumped out from behind the bush, staking the vampire and disappearing before the Slayer could regain her senses.

“Seemed to work, sire.” Spike caught Xander in a tight embrace, celebrating their victory with a kiss.

Angelus nodded and grinned. “Yes, it did.”

Cordelia tapped Willow. “Are you sure that you did the spell correctly? The chip will move with the spirit of the Slayer into each girl that is called?”

“Of course, I’m sure!” Willow’s voice was angry.

Angelus rolled his eyes at their interaction and wrapped an arm around each of his women. Xander and Spike joined hands and began strolling off in the other direction, stopping every few feet to kiss and grope. Penn tagged along behind his sire.

Angelus grinned evilly; his family was safe. The House of Aurelius had triumphed over the Slayer line once and for all.

The End?