The Stray

PART 30

They all knew it was Andrew’s doing but Willow remembered something from the first note, “I thought the first note was from J G Winchester IV? If it’s still the same Master of Calgary ‘and surrounds’ then… ”

“Ponce has just took on a more regal moniker is all, ‘Andrew’ not exactly the most threatening of titles for a vamp. Now we’ve seen him, figure he just wants to rattle Xander. No need for pontificatin’. Geez… Need to chat to my two for a minute if you’ll excuse me.”

A very upset Poppie and Luka were settled onto their plushy mat beside Xander’s bed. Xander had added two pillows and a thick sheepskin throw to the mat, and both children expressed a preference that they be covered with the faux fur when going to sleep. Longer term it was likely they would take the double bed in the second room, but for now the smell of family and familiar proximity to father and master was important.

Spike sat down beside the two children and began to stroke Luka’s curls, “Now you two, no need to be afraid. Master and Gracie will be here for us when we are dogs, but it’s up to us to look after each other too. There will be times when we are threatened but all you need do is stay in the house, is that clear?”

They both answered dutifully, “Yes Papa.”

“And you tell me if you smell anything odd around the yard or see anything yeah?”

They both looked most serious as the “Yes Papa” was the reply, but Luka had other things on his mind, “Can we have a story now?”

Xander and Willow shared some time over coffee before sneaking a peak into the family bedroom and were privy to Spike lying with the children reading Christopher Robin until Luka was happily asleep. Spike kissed Poppie’s curls and whispered, “’Night love” before joining the adults in the hall.

The look of contentment on Spike’s face as he quietly closed the door said it all, but the voice was one of quiet concern. “Poppie wanted a private chat with Aunt Willow before you leave Pet, but I don’t think the sun will allow it. Any chance I can ask a few questions on her behalf, I think I know what’s up.”

Willow and Xander led the way to the kitchen, but were redirected out to the back porch where Spike lit a cigarette before continuing.

“I think we’re all in a bit of a muddle as to how to deal with this. How do they age? How can they…”

“Papa?”

Poppie had pulled herself to standing at the back door and was quickly assisted forward by the strong arm of Xander around her back. Spike flicked the still lit cigarette into the yard and was at her other side with vampiric speed.

“What is it Pet? How can we help?”

“Can I talk to Aunt Willow alone?”

“Of course Pet, Master and I were just about to go… watch *real* football on the telly.” Xander raised an eyebrow at that but followed Spike’s lead and left Willow with the teenager.

“Aunt Willow, I’m scared. I can learn to walk and read and everything you want… but…” Poppie began to cry. Amongst sobs she managed to divulge her fears, “I… I wanted to have a litter [hic] even just one [hic] and now?... [hic] When I am three, I should [hic] have your grandchildren [hic] and I… I… Papa when will you turn me? I am confused… Am I the reason for the vampires coming [hic] I don’t want to endanger master… Auntie Willow I really need [hic] to know.”

Willow was also close to tears by the time she had made her worries known, but eased her down into a gentle hug, “Oh my dearest Poppie. You need to know a little more about who Spike, your father is, but that can wait. I’ll ask the Battle Brand when I get home – he’s your family too you know, and loves you too I’m sure. He has a special connection to the powers of light and dark, and can only tell the truth so you will have your answers then. Can you wait that long sweetie? I promise I will ask for you.”

Willow sat beside the upset teenager as she wiped her nose on her sleeve and ‘hicced’ once more. “Sweetie we’re doing our best to sort all this out. I have contacted Blue Feather – Master… Xander knows her. She will tutor you in the old magic, that’s a promise. As to children, be patient, until we talk to the Battle Brand at least. And do you know what sweetie… you have done *so* well so far… and some of us will never have children.” Willow looked a little sad at that statement of her own status then tempered the statement, “It just means we make terrific aunties and friends, don’t you agree?” She gave Poppie a tight hug and kiss to the forehead.

As the caress was released, Willow took a large amethyst charm on a chain from around her neck and draped it on Poppie’s slim, collar bound form. It was longer than the collar so Willow looped it through a few times until the gem sat at the front.

“There… That’s to keep you safe and healthy. Promise you’ll honour the stone? For your Auntie Willow, will you do that?” Willow melted into a hug with the girl as adoring blue eyes met her own green and she was privy to an almost formal thank you speech.

“Oh Aunt Willow I shall… I shall… And thank you… for everything. I shall miss you [hic] enormously! Thank you. Perhaps there will be a time I may visit you? May I write?”

“Of course sweetie, now let’s get you back to bed shall we? You can always find me on MSN or MySpace… you know that.”

Poppie was almost asleep as she was guided to her brother’s side on the mat. The fur was lifted and the two snuggled just a little, Luka appreciating the extra body heat in his sleep.

Willow sobered as she re-entered the kitchen. “I will go to the Battle Brand this week. He must have answers regarding the status of the children – particularly as you are now feeding them. Oh… but they are two such innocents… I would take Poppie back to the coven in a heart beat.”

Spike looked up hopefully, “Would that work… I mean when she’s older… with her desirin’ it? Would you be willing? Even if by then she’s vamped?”

“A vampire with a soul is always welcome. Spike you should know that.”

“Not so much welcomed though, was I?”

“Spike, you saved the world… maybe twice! That won’t be forgotten… And her signature is the same as yours… to a fault.”

Willow’s departure was a near tearful one on Spike’s part. There were so many unanswered questions, and he felt the ward drop as the SUV carrying their friend pulled off the property. They would be safe from vampires inside but the general surrounds were a different matter.

He waited patiently inside until Xander returned, kissed the human apologetically and retired to bed with his children.

Xander understood, but pulled the Spike scented covers tight for comfort.

……………………

The morning was extremely cold and it was still dark as Xander chose to run on the treadmill rather than brave the sleet. Work on their new project would be held up, he knew that, but it simply meant re ordering priorities for the day. They were nearly six weeks ahead of schedule courtesy of a dry period so the pressure was off… at least for the day.

He was deep in thought when surprised by the figure of a young girl standing mid stairway to the basement.

“Master? May I walk on that also? My walking is still not good.”

Xander could see her leaning against the wall most deliberately, but admired her determination. Stairs were the last thing one would want to tackle when just learning to walk. He stopped the treadmill and made toward her.

“Sure! Here let me help you the rest of the way.”

“No, thank you Master but Papa wants us strong, so I shall do it myself. I only have a few minutes left anyway. If you don’t mind can you turn off the light when the change comes. I have to take off my night clothes you see.”

It was Xander’s turn to blush. The girl was beautiful, just the sort Xander would never have spoken to at High School for fear of rejection, yet here she was deferring to him.

“I’ll show you how it works and give you a heads up when the sun’s on its way up. I think you have about a half hour tops.”

“Thank you Master. And thank you for all the treats you give us and for Gracie and Aunt Willow. We are very lucky to be your pets.”

Xander was a little at a loss with the last statement, “I… I think of you as my family too, just like Spike is Papa. You are more than just pets… Gahhh… You are all *so* much more.”

He left the young girl to ponder the statement, fifteen minutes later, mouth full of toast, he yelled a warning to Poppie and heard the machine turn off.

There was a slight whimper from the bedroom as the change took place and Xander entered the shower. He was at least satisfied that at least Poppie was not on the treadmill during the transformation.

A large husky made his way into the cubicle without invitation and though taking a thorough drenching, nuzzled the side of his friend’s leg. Xander would have to leave for work before they would have a chance to talk but Xander knew the reason for the affection and simply said, “You’re welcome.”

It was four weeks to the Milk Run and Christmas 'cheer' was in full swing.
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PART 31

For the next two weeks there was no more indication that Andrew (aka Master of Calgary) was ‘in the building’. And there was only a short message of Yuletide cheer from Willow and the coven, with an added, “Deeper Well seems sealed until ‘silly season’ is over. Blessings to all, W.”

But for a few days Xander worked through and the dogs ran with Gracie as usual, Spike particularly enjoying the feel of deliberately letting his instinctive ‘dog’ take control. Chloe was a sweet and attentive as ever, and due to be in season again soon, Spike could smell it.

The upsetting piece of news from Gracie’s ‘chat’ with her dogs on their midday run at the end of the week was that three of Spike’s boys and one of his girls had been ‘fixed’ by various owners, Spike resolving to appeal for Xander to keep the children ‘in tact’ if there was ever an opportunity to raise the issue (or more pointedly from Spike ‘Bloody-well make it raised!”).

For the most part, though, Spike’s time as a dog these days were a welcome respite. He lost himself in the run, the crunch of bone at the return home to full food bowl, the time with Chloe and children. He was torn as to another litter, Chloe’s teats were just reshaping, but she felt it as did he. It was time for her to be serviced again soon, and more worrying, Poppie would be in season sequencing with her mother.

Spike split his time at home during the daylight hours with the computer, meticulously (and sometimes with boredom on the part of the two sometimes humans) insisting that the children learn to read. As soon as the change came the two children took turns on the treadmill, soon adept enough to walk then, gradually, run. And Spike noted their aging meticulously, indeed it seemed that seven dog years for every one human was approximately correct. He reported the same to Willow via Email.

Twice in the month following Willow’s departure there were incidents at the house that Xander only learned of post fact.

The first was a number of poisoned baits were set around the rear yard of the house (easily detected by the sharp noses of father and children), and the second a more serious, a ‘wolf trap’ spread open and near their toileting place. The ground had been disturbed and it was only Spike’s warning growl that prevented any of them losing a limb, the trap sprung by a piece of off cut wood courtesy of Spike. Despite the successful avoidance of harm, the attacks seemed to be escalating.

A week out from the Mail Run, Willow had news. She Skyped Spike, Xander still at work at five in the afternoon, despite the dark.

“The Battle Brand said he will come to visit in the spring.”

Spike replied quickly, “What and leave the Deeper Well? Is it that serious?”

“There is a precedent, Drogan left it for LA.”

“Yeah… and we all know how that worked out… and now *why*!”

“It’s not quite like that Spike. He wants to see you, talk to you in person. There are other precedents, in history I mean.”

“Whelp is online. What’s wrong with that? Don’t want him missin’ if W&H choose to come a callin’. He shouldn’t risk it on our account.”

“I think we’ve got that covered. Giles is going to step in for him for a couple of weeks. This is important Spike, and I think the children might appreciate his company.”

“*Giles* is goin’ in to bat for us? Last I heard the Battle Brand was a right bore and Connor was a murderous prat. How is this good?”

“Giles is doing this for all of you. Will you just trust me on this Spike?”

“A reluctant yes at this end. Only for you, Xander and the kids mind… any brat that’s product of me ol’ Grand Sire and Grand Mama still has a lot to prove, vamp-family or Brand. Now what of Poppie. Can she or can’t she have a litter?”

“Spike she can, but it would be a multiple birth. Three maybe up to five pups. It will be OK in her husky form, but as a human it is *very* risky.”

The tone over the connection became very serious, “Risk her?”

“Well… Yes… and the pups… They will be forced to change in vitro and I don’t know of any precedent. The gestation time will approximately line up with her development – you know dog years to human years… but…”

“Can you tell her? Red? I’m callin’ in a favour… Would you tell her? Ultimately it’s her decision.”

“I promise Spike, I’ll tell her. But let it be by voice… you know, privately. I will ask her to think about it before letting you know.”

…………………..

The Mail Run went more smoothly than anyone in the Harris household expected. There was no running past dusk at the insistence of the race organizers. A previous year’s experience of sub 30C and near loss of a number of teams was the imperative, and it suited Xander who, this year, insisted on keeping his own dogs inside a three man tent rather than sleeping in the open as was tradition.

Gracie respected his wishes reluctantly, but had also seen the man with the dogs that were part of her crew. Spike, Chloe and Poppie were as strong as ever and Luka was shaping up nicely, running alongside the main team, though she did hold some concern for the younger dog as he panted his way through the second leg. All bets were off, however, as the final day’s racing began, she with the team of five including Spike and Deefor, whilst Xander was pulled on the snow ski by his two younger dogs.

Gracie placed third overall and was thrilled by the result, her now semi permanent partner Russell with the second team coming in fifteenth. There was speak of an Alaskan marathon the following year, but it was early days, and Xander deflected any conversation of the same, claiming that he was uncomfortable with the idea of sending his dogs away without his being there.

……………

Chloe was pregnant again, the sire, Spike, unapologetic as he serviced her for the third time. The worry was Poppie.

She had come into season also but had requested to be locked in the house instead of taking her usual run, local dogs all taking too much of an interest. Though still telling no one of her discussion with Willow, she feared a ‘rape’ scenario, despite her dog yearnings for pups.

Gracie had quietly counselled Xander to ‘fix’ the young dog if he didn’t intend breeding but in the end, gave up her plea. Poppie was to be whole for a while longer even if it meant keeping her inside during her menses.

The critical time passed without incident and Gracie suggested that next time she was on heat, one of Deefer’s progeny might breed with her, though Xander did seem vehement in his reluctance, much to Gracie’s confusion. In the end the topic was left for another day, instead they returned to the matters of training and the possibility of showing the dogs, not just racing them.

Obedience classes were a bore, but Luka endured them, as he did learning to read. Spike quickly discovered that a ‘reward’ system was far more effective with the fast growing boy than any punishment he could think up. And on the eve of Luca’s eleventh birthday (human time), the boy read aloud for the entire family for the first time. All were impressed, including Poppie who had proven a quick and dedicated student.

Gracie rang Xander two days later again appealing to him, “I really am serious about showing the dogs. Xander, I know Spike is only three quarters or maybe seven eighths husky but the children are, according to the rules, pure. And what a bloodline! And look it, You’re mostly away in the day. This way the dogs will at least be occupied and learning.”

There was no argument that could match Gracie’s, so, for two months after Willow’s visit, the two children and Spike were schooled as to what to do at the show. Sit. Stand. All the usual running around in circles keeping pace with first Gracie then Xander. They need stand for what seemed like hours being fussed about and coiffed. It was all not a thing Spike nor Xander approved of particularly but it took the pressure off the waiting game that had been the past few weeks regarding the children’s real status.

What was unexpected was the ‘best new dog in show’ blue ribbon that Poppie returned home with, and several offers from breeders and mushers alike to purchase her offspring and that of Chloe’s.

On sundown Poppie was almost apologetic about her win, but still sought approval. “Papa? Master? I did what Gracie wanted and we… well they said… I was *very* well trained… but so was Luka. We were *both* so very, very good. He would have a ribbon too, but he did wriggle a bit… Oh and Mama was *so* beautiful and they will make wonderful pictures especially with us all standing together after when I won. Master will we have the photos soon? The official ones Gracie said it might even be in the paper or a magazine.”

Spike hugged his daughter close and smiled at Xander. “You did very well Pet, so very, very well. And don’t you mind Luka, he will learn in time, he’s only young.”

“Thank you Papa. May Luka and I have some ice cream tonight? We do both enjoy it so. And he really has earned it as well. He was *very* good at the obstacle course.”

“He was indeed” Spike hugged the ten year old boy tight, as Xander went to fix the children a treat. It was apparent that the children were growing at an accelerated pace in human terms, virtually aging by a year at least every couple of months, yet had perfectly normal progress as dogs. And for all her apparent sophistication and devastatingly beautiful good looks as human, for all her seventeen plus human years, the girl was still only really two and a half. Spike and Xander had to keep reminding themselves of that.

Xander retrieved a large tub of vanilla and piled the children’s plates high, adding a squirt of chocolate topping just for good measure. But also knew that ‘afters’ would include their father’s blood, a nightly occurrence these days.

The quiet “I’m *very* proud of you Poppie” and kiss from Papa was a bonus, and though only eight o’clock, teeth were cleaned and the teenager took here place beside Luka on their mat to read him to sleep after what had been a very big day.

Spike and Xander made for the kitchen and a quiet discussion. “Glad I just got to stand on the sidelines… thanks for that.”

“I hardly thought it appropriate for a master vampire to be put through his paces as ‘dog’.”

“Cheers mate, p’robly would have bitten one of the poncey judges anyways. But give a thought for the proud dad… Was the kids’ day. An’ she’s everythin’ I would ever have wanted as is he… Keep ‘em safe, Xan… no matter if I dust or whatnot, promise to keep ‘em safe. Yeah?”


“Do you even need to ask me that? Ghod Spike the two, you three are *family* and all I’ve really got. I love you all *so* much…”

Spike smiled rather coyly at the admission, and said in his most seductive baritone,“Well come to bed and give this member of the *family* a right decent seein’ to.”

The following day brought some interesting developments, Gracie was having a lay day after all the efforts of the dog show and Xander decided to take the dogs to work.

Luka was terribly excited but still on best behaviour as they approached the site. The main structure was nearing completion with only one more floor and the roof to go on. Lower floors and the underground carpark were being fitted out with wiring and all manner of piping and special flooring ready for specific needs.

The morning break for the dogs was spent catching titbits and (for Luka particularly) enthusiastically retrieving a tennis ball and various sticks that were pitched, fetched and let go at the ‘pitcher’s’ feet, much to the delight of the men. Luka was generously rewarded with rough pats and play wrestles (complete with fake growls on the part of the crew member/opponent). The husky, though excited, knew not to bite for real. Father would be devastated and angry, and master shamed – he knew that instinctively.

The three dogs were not restrained through the day but by and large kept close to master, sitting dutifully by the car in the sun toward the end of the day. They had been for a good run, so were at ease to rest and groom each other when work by the humans took precedence. It was early spring and a cool but perfectly still, clear day.

But something caught Spike’s eye, and nose early afternoon. Before anyone could catch him, he was up through the structure via the recently made, still door-less and handrail-less concrete steps of the fire escape and onto the second floor barking wildly.

What was found, after all the fuss, was a very dead young woman carefully laid out with her arms crossed over her chest much as the kings and queens of old. The police would later admit being rather at a loss as to the lack of blood at the scene, given her deeply torn neck, but put it down to her being deliberately transported there.

The crews were all interviewed, then counselled, and a very worried Jerry rang that night and turned up early morning the next day to thank the onsite teams and lend his support. No one had been near the second floor that day, other than to ‘go on up’, and Jerry was more than satisfied as he reported to the media, who of course had monitored the police radio, and were waiting outside around three.

Jerry was calm and utterly professional as first he then the police sergeant in heading the murder investigation fronted the media.

“The time of this young woman’s sad demise exonerates any of the staff on the day. Every one of our teams on site has been both interviewed and counselled and all have willingly agreed to DNA testing if that is required by the police investigators… Yes Ma’am we do appreciate that the site is dark at night, but the public must also understand that the construction company does put up significant barriers to the intruders (for their own safety) *and* has security guard inspection several *random* times a night.”

The young sergeant was comfortable to answer the next question, “No ma’am. At this point we are not at liberty to say. Once her family have been fully briefed, and regardless of circumstance, it is up *them* to decide how they wish to honour her life and grieve. I would ask that you all respect that… We will keep the media informed if there are any further developments that might impact the community of Calgary. Thank you all for coming.”

The tapes of local streets and nightclubs confirmed that indeed someone had dragged her from the street as she hailed a taxi around one in the morning. There seemed no connection with the building site other than it was ‘convenient’ to dumping a body, though the trouble the killer had gone to in displaying the body was a worry as it smacked of serial killer. Spike too saw more.

He kept the children close to the car after his initial alert. He worried for both them and for Xander. This was pushing into new territory. Andrew obviously knew of Xander’s movements and where he worked, and with winter abating but the building task often spanning beyond sundown, all the crew would be targeted in order to get to Xander. ‘Master’ always carried a stake in his pocket, but Spike still worried. This wasn’t Sunnydale, explaining just why you had to carry a piece of wood and what to do with it would have Xander in a straight jacket before he kept anyone safe.

Xander barely registered the three dogs’ change as he drove in deep thought. The site had been closed for the interviews, all men and women paid for the full day and encouraged to take the rest of the day and half next ‘off with family with pay’. It was late afternoon by the time Xander headed for home and sundown ‘had its way’ with the children and Spike.

Poppie spoke quietly from the back as the RV turned into their street, “Papa?”

Spike’s low growl startled her into utter submission, Luka too. Spike belatedly realizing the husky in him had pulled rank rather than answered the question. “Yes dearest… please… sit up… it’s been stressful for us all.”

“Papa is us, Luka and I… Are we the reason for the killing?”

“No dear heart. But if you train right, you might just stop it.”

“Really? Because that girl… the one everyone was talking about… she might have had pups… you know? She was the same age as me… thr… sorry twenty one in human years.”

“That’s right Pet, and she made some wrong decisions… but we all need to be on the alert, you understand?”

Poppie looked to her father from under impossibly long lashes, “Yes Papa… Papa how old are you, in dog years I mean… how old are you as a husky?”

Spike made a quick mental calculation “In real dog years twenty three or thereabouts… but as a vampire all got stopped at around three to three and a half.”

As Xander pulled into the family’s drive, Poppie looked up in utter wonderment, “But Papa… how is that possible?”

They were just about to car as Xander stopped it in the driveway, “Ask your Aunt Willow… she’ll… Hang on a minute Pet… Xan, sommit doesn’t smell right. Everyone stay in the car.”

“Sp…”

The command was absolute, “Stay here! And if anythin’ is up? Drive like the bloody wind… Keep ‘em safe Xan… Just keep you and them safe.”

A dark figure stood at the front door of the house, even Xander could see that, but the man was unable to stop Spike from flinging the right hand door open and confronting the individual (albeit only clad in a black t-shirt and hastily pulled on overalls that were kept in the car for just such emergencies).

For effect Spike leaned against the car and pulled out a cigarette, patting the pockets to finally find the stashed lighter. Quickly using the same, he rounded into the headlights, expecting Andrew or a minion.

“Well, we’ve had an interestin’ day. Care to play ‘Sticks’? ‘Cause gotta say, a bit over you threatenin’…” Spike felt a different presence… and could barely utter the next word, “Connor?”

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Part 32

The dark figure stepped into the glare of the headlights but held his head high.

He was dressed much as Spike had remembered Drogan at The Well. Leather waistcoat intricately worked and suited for battle of old more than comfort. It was worn over a loose fitting white shirt with no collar, the leather pants and high boots completed the ensemble. His hair was a little past shoulder length but the piercing blue eyes and handsome features were unmistakable.

“Friend or foe mate.”

Connor stood firm and simply said, “Family. Mistress Willow requested I come. It seemed a wise decision now all my charges are returned to The Well. Rupert Giles is acting as guardian in my absence.”

Spike moved to the side of the car, opening the door and saying in a loud voice, “Better meet the family then.” And more quietly to Xander, “’S the Battle Brand… Wills sent him apparently.”

“Geez Spike are you serious? I thought…”

“Shhush it for a minute Pet, ‘n let’s get the kids inside and acquainted.”

The two children stepped from the car at their father’s nod, Poppie scooting across the bench seat to hold her little brother’s hand and wait as Connor stepped aside so Xander could put the car away.

“So… these are your niece and nephew, sort of. Poppie, Luka, this is the Battle Brand, Connor. My half brother ‘by vampire’.”

Luka was his usual youthful, unselfconscious, effusive self, and only dressed in an oversized rather paint stained T-shirt, walked over to the now darkened figure, and extended his hand to greet the visitor as he had been taught. “Pleased to meet you, Mr Connor.”

Connor, to his credit, welcomed the gesture and quickly took the hand of the young boy, shaking it sincerely before turning to Spike.

“Willow said you have Wolfram and Hart – or at very least - vampire problems.”

Connor’s eye fell to the shy, pretty woman standing behind Xander, dressed in a loose fitting man’s shirt and stepped forward to politely address her, “You must be Poppie, pleased to meet you. Willow said you were… um… Hello.”

Both Poppie and Connor blushed before he turned to meet Spike’s rather bemused eye as he stated, “Sorry, that would be a yes on both accounts… vamps and other that is…”

Spike indicated toward the door and added, “Well go on in… rest your um… yeah.”

The father and gentleman that was Spike suddenly felt rather on the back foot as he noted the obvious attraction between his daughter and a man (slash relative) he had only met once before, but unlocked the front door and led the group into the lounge, hitting the lights on the way.

Connor’s demeanour was very similar to all the Aurelians, guarded yet extremely confident, so his reaction to Poppie was a little unexpected. Xander saw it too, even though sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, but decided to put away the vehicle and leave all other thoughts until later… and a serious discussion with Spike.

Poppie led the way with commentary, “This is the lounge and Papa and Master’s room is through there. I guess you will be in the guest room. We have internet you know. Did Willow tell you that? And through here is the kitchen and laundry, and of course the backyard. We can all do the door if we need to, but… oh!” Poppie blushed a little more, “The bathroom is off to the left. Do you have a bag because Master always says you should take visitor’s bags and coats… It’s polite.” She turned and lowered her eyes with embarrassment, batting impossibly long eyelashes and putting her hands behind her back in a moment of awkwardness.

Spike stepped in at the appropriate pause in the conversation, “You’ve done very well Pet. Take the Battle Brand’s sword and any extras to the spare room then we can all have tea.”

“Yes Papa… Umm… can I take your sword and sheath and… umm… anything else.” She dutifully took all the items and made sure the guest room was perfect for their handsome visitor. She felt an unaccustomed attraction to the human male and wasn’t quite sure how to process her emotions.

The evening was rather tense, Poppie giving Connor several furtive glances over dinner before both she and Luka were instructed to clean their teeth and go to bed around nine.

As soon as the two departed Connor volunteered, “You have beautiful children Spike.”

Spike looked over at Xander and added, “We have beautiful children.”

“Indeed, I note you are together. It is appropriate that you should refer to ‘we’.”

Xander could hold his tongue no longer, but understood the limitations and role of the Battle Brand “We wish to ask you a few questions, and according to Spike you cannot lie and are somehow tied to the Powers that… well you know…”

“Yes, that is true. It is my new role and one that I may be required to perform for many centuries. If you ask I must answer with the truth so far as it is revealed to me.” Connor shifted awkwardly in his chair and fiddled with the leather at the bottom of his jerkin.

Spike decided they all needed an after dinner brandy to get through the conversation and absented his seat to find the bottle and glasses while Xander continued, “I… that is *we* want to know the true status of Spike’s changed children. Are they human? They’re kind of matching their human years to dog years with development… Willow was suggesting turning them… but I’m not so sure… Wills not always perfect with the old magical theories.”

“Your only question was ‘are they human’. Yes at night they are human.”

Spike was returning with the glasses, Brandy and a bottle of dry ginger ale for Xander who still almost choked on straight spirits, as it turned out so did Connor so it was appreciated.

“Lemme take over Pet. This bloke’s like a magic eight ball. Gotta ask questions non of the rhetorical dialogue.” Xander mouthed sorry, shot a begging look at Spike then concentrated on ‘sitting’ with his drink rather than imbibing.

“OK Mate… If I turn the kiddies, will they keep their souls?”

“As you have one of course. They also carry their mother’s essence. She is an innocent, so it is a given.”

“So when does that need to happen, the turning?”

“It must be on or before their third birthday as dogs.”

“And they will still change if I do that.”

“Yes.”

“But our Poppie is keen on havin’ a litter, there is no way I want to put a damper on that for my favourite girl, but can she? If I don’t turn her can she have… a family of her own?”

“Perhaps, you must define her state at the time of conception.”

“As human or dog. Can’t have it both ways or can she?”

“No, she cannot.”

“So if she is impregnated as a human then?’

“It is doubtful that they will go to term.”

“Reason?”

“Too many changes in vitro.”

“And so if I turn her then…” Spike chose his words carefully, “Does that mean she will be disqualified from the joy of motherhood? Cause gotta say, biggest bonus for yours truly in all this are the children.”

“Motherhood can come to her as a vampire.”

Spike was becoming increasingly agitated as the conversation went on but Xander grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed tight, so Spike took a deep breath and continued , “And just how might that happen mate?”

“I can turn her. This will change her status as I am the product of two vampires. She will be able to carry to term.”

Spike growled audibly, “Sure you didn’t just make that up to get into her panties mate? Saw how you looked at her. You attracted?”

Connor shifted in his chair, “I did not ‘make that up’ to bed her Spike. And yes I am attracted.”

Spike stood abruptly and announced his need for a smoke outside, looking pointedly at Xander to continue the conversation.

As the backdoor slammed Xander took up the challenge of asking questions on behalf of the children. “If you sire her, what happens to Poppie?”

“She would be my consort for all time and we can have children.”

“And what would happen to them? Spike tells me you are compelled to live in the Deeper Well. What about school? A social life? Will they be human?”

“School will be provided by the coven. Their social life will be dictated by that. Her offspring in that case will be human.”

Xander knew that Spike could still hear the conversation and was just hopeful that the children were well asleep, “And if she decides not to and Spike turns her… or not?”

Connor seemed to focus on a distant point beyond the room, “If he chooses not to turn them then they will age as dogs with the associated seven to one aging dog to human. If he turns them then they will stay in this state forever. Dog by day and vampire by night.”

“Could Luka have children at that point?”

“Which point?

“Sorry, forgot the rules of conversation. If Luka is turned by Spike, can he still have children as a dog? I mean, will his seed be viable to breed with?”

“Of that I am not sure. But Spike has sired true canine children so I must assume that will be so. I must caution that it will be his choice when he is of age, as it should be his sister’s.”

Xander found himself growling low (with a rather good measure of surprise), “She is *already* at that age. But then I figure you already know that. Did Willow?”

“Yes we both knew.”

Spike was leaning on the door frame ‘smoke free’ by the time the last statement was made.

“And this means what to the dearly departed, *changed* relative and his kin?”

“It is up to them Spike, all I can tell you is what I know. And… I felt him pass too.” Connor looked up to Spike, teary blue eyes met Spike’s azure pair as the vampire/changeling answered with a rather choked. “Check that luv. Me too. Bloody hero at the end. Don’t reckon he would ‘ave wanted…”

Xander recognized the anguish through their link and offered a wrist. Spike did likewise to Connor, and Connor to Xander, the latter politely refusing.

Spike broke the moment. “Well, think it’s time we all got some shut eye yeah? The guest room’s already been shown…”

Connor shot a thankful look to Spike then excused himself for a shower and bed.

Spike looked pointedly at his partner as the Battle Brand removed himself from the room.

“What’s goin’ through than noggin’ of yours?”

“It’s all so big Spike! I mean… They really are ours and…”

“Decisions by your offspring don’t always match with Utopia pet. Gotta let ‘em make their own decisions.”

“Oh yay for the Mr-I’ve-seen-‘Dr Phil’.”

Spike kissed reluctant lips as Xander tried to come to terms with the situation on hand, “I’ve lived with me own decisions for a hundred and seventy years plus… And if there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that we all choose our path, bad or good. Trust me to handle this Xan…? Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly”

Spike couldn’t help but grin, “Well there’s a turn up for the books, a Sunnydaler who actually knows a four syllable word!” He earned a friendly slap and begging look for his trouble.

“C’mon luv, let’s adjourn t’ bed. Gotta get the workin’ man ta work on the morrow.”
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PART 33
Poppie and Luka could hardly contain their excitement as Xander *and* Connor ran with them in the early light of morning. Poppie made sure to stay close to Connor on his left as the Battle Brand ran easily with Xander. The man was the most beautiful human she had *ever* met and she felt it in her nether regions. She would have his pups in a heart beat should he offer to service her.

The previous night she had suddenly understood her mother Chloe's devotion to father, but worried now that her dog status might prevent any real interaction. Poppie resolved to be a model dog in his presence and consequently growled a little at Luka as he stopped to investigate an odd smell. He fell into line immediately but looked over quizzically at his sister. Master seemed unworried at his action, as did father, so he growled back unrepentant, earning a sharp nip for his trouble.

Around half way home on their run, Connor turned to Xander and stated, “Mind if I sprint them home?”

A rather exhausted, “Be my guest” was the answer. Xander had been running quite a lot faster than usual, male pride at the core, but somehow knew that Connor was holding back.

The Battle Brand took off with true vampiric speed, closely followed by all three dogs running at full pelt to keep up.

It was a thrilling race home for all of them, broken only by Spike’s insistence that the dogs pull to a halt at each corner to look for traffic. Connor picked up on Spike’s natural fatherly protective instincts and he too waited and checked after the second intersection before taking off, egging the dogs on.

They all arrived home panting and in need of a drink from the ‘over flow bucket’, the tap still to be fixed by Xander the handy man.

Xander arrived home panting a few minutes later and served all breakfast before leaving for work as normal, the three dogs relaxed on the back porch, the Battle Brand adjourning to bed to sleep through most of the day.

Independently both Xander and Spike had noted how close Poppie stayed to the Battle Brand’s side during the run, always a step or two behind on the left but never missing the increase or decrease in pace. They also saw the surreptitious affectionate pat he gave her at every opportunity. It did seem the two were destined to be together in whatever form.

Spike kept mulling over the words of the previous night, and events from his ‘before’. He loved his life now but knew his daughter and surmised her wishes to have a family were very real. Luka was a different matter, his role in ‘family making’ would mirror Spike’s apparently and would be addressed at the appropriate time, he was still so young. And now Chloe was about to give birth to her third litter by Spike. Should Poppie leave them, there would be another young one of his to grace their household, he was resolved to request that of Xander.

It would be a challenge for them, but he knew instinctively. Poppie and Connor wanted each other. His worry was the irreversibility of the decision and resolved to have a ‘father/daughter’ talk the following evening.

It was a rather long day, though snoozing in the sun was hardly a chore and Spike noted that Poppie licked her father and moved into the house as soon as Connor was awake. Wandering inside he saw Connor’s kind hand absently stroking over her very sensitive ears as the Battle Brand read the daily newspaper and drank coffee. It was an easy, heart warming scene, until Luka bounced in and began a bit of a tussle with his sister.

Spike tugged gently at Connor’s pants, indicating his need to talk via the computer. Connor finished his coffee quickly and followed Spike to the guest room that housed the instrument of communication.

Spike ushered the duelling children outside and gave each a nip for good measure. They knew the meaning and left father to talk.

Spike held up each paw in turn to be fitted with the writing implements, Connor rather surprised at the speed of typing.

“You and Poppie… that a real thing?”

“She is beautiful Spike. If I take her as Consort to The Battle Brand she will take human form albeit only as long as I survive but she will retain her ability to have children.”

“You’ve only just met her mate… What if you figure you don’t like each other after a month or two… Consort is for all time… as is family, present company notwithstanding. Are you sure she is the one?”

“I feel a connection with her Spike. She is kin of a sort, but also a sweet soul. I will love her until the end of time. You know I must speak the truth. Trust in that.”

What was typed next was accompanied by begging eyes, “Check that, and you must keep your word. She’s my blood Connor. I will not see her hurt or cast out.” The sentence took almost five minutes to complete but Connor waited patiently, his role as Battle Brand had taught him that at least.

“You have my word and my honour. She will have children and live as my Consort, she will have the sun even though The Well is a dark place. If she partners with me then it will be her home.”

Spike made a futile effort to take off both writing implements, Connor assisted in the end and grabbed a rather surprised Spike for a heartfelt hug. “I am sorry I cannot change your status, but it is the Powers’ wishes. I cannot cross that.”

Spike licked the assisting hand then moved to join his children outside. He had the sun; he had Xander; he had the children and another litter on the way; it was more than enough.

As sunset came, Poppie took herself into the Master’s bedroom. She bore the shift to human then showered and dressed quickly but was somewhat reticent when it came to joining Connor in the lounge room, choosing instead to help her brother into his sweat pants and t-shirt and spending time with him on the floor playing with his Lego collection (provided by Xander with some items from Jerry’s boys).

Eventually, however, Spike collected the children, insisting they join the adults for a ‘good chat’ regarding the Andrew self proclaimed Master of Calgary and Surrounds factor. It was particularly urgent as yet another package had been delivered, this time in the form of a ‘gift’ of collars for the dogs apparently courtesy of a breeder from Edmonton.

Connor had accepted the package late afternoon but swiftly destroyed it after opening as there was an odd magical signature and even stranger smell to the collars.

The mood was serious but it did not stop Poppie from giving Connor a shy smile each time his eyes met hers. Luka wriggled in his chair until Spike gave a low growl which stopped the behaviour immediately.

Connor began the conversation “Either this ‘master’ Andrew is able to cast spells, or he had the help of a mage or two. The collars were charmed and if I am not mistaken poisoned. I suspect once on they would not be removed until the wearer succumbed.”

Spike pulled off his chair, knocking it over in the process, picking it up and throwing it for good measure (the chair the worse for the event), “*Bastard* Why us? Why now? Why so…”

Connor cut him off, “Master Andrew learned of Xander’s whereabouts while still a Watcher. He is committed to eliminating Xander, not just scaring him out of town. By demonstrating he can track down and eliminate a former warrior for the light. Xander is seen to have saved the world several times and is a dear friend of the most powerful wiccan Willow whom they would not dare touch. And also Xander has the friendship of the Key, of Buffy and the favourite ‘son’ of Mr Giles. By killing him he knows it will tear the ‘heart’ from the original Scoobies and send a clear message to both covens and slayers alike.”

“And in that way ingratiate himself to the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart. Silly bugger, a single one of his ‘vampyre’ lectures and they would squash him like a bug.”

“Nevertheless the threat is real. You must dust him and it may be best in your dog form as it will arouse less suspicion that you have your Master vampire status back. It is best not to alert Wolfram and Hart of your ongoing existence as vampire with a soul.”

“Why? Won’t it leave a power void.”

“A void which may be filled by yourself, or better, your son.”

Luka had been picking at the hem of his sweater during the discussion looked up suddenly. “Who me?”

“Shhh dear heart, we’ll get to you anon…”

Connor continued, “So you suspect he’s harmless?”

“Ho no… he’d any one to death. But like you say wants to big note himself but typical, has shown his hand half way through his game. Shoulda stuck to eye spy with his Sire she at least would’ve dusted ‘im within the hour. What if Master Annoying gets to Xan or us, is unsuccessful but reports a full blown attack? Faces names that sort of thing.”

“I have no doubt they will change their focus. Would he know you if he saw you in your vampire form?”

“Yes…most emphatically yes. But surely W&H aren’t interested in Xander?”

“I doubt they see Xander as a threat, however if Andrew is successful or even partially so and his attempt to unnerve the servants of the Powers is accurate, then it will change the balance.”

“Bloody Hell. So Xan’s workmates? Jerry and the like? Would they then be targeted?”

“They would not be seen as of interest to Andrew unless directly involved in any conflict. The attack near his workplace was all Andrew’s doing. Such a clumsy premise, accurate security footage of the same and the attention from the police would all be frowned upon by the Senior Partners were they alerted.”

“So what of my lot. Poppie and Luka, why them?”

“Andrew no doubt sees the three dogs as Xander’s pets, his protectors, and closest companions.”

“So you reckon he gets the human connection? You know ‘bout yours truly, the handsome blonde on his arm occasionally.”

“As to the human form children? No. It was part of Willow’s strategy to ward the house and mask the change. And as long as he has not seen you in your vampire guise, then the ruse is also uncompromised. He would no doubt have been given reports of the visiting Willow and her young English charges either by his minions or… he is ‘Net savvy’ after all. Regarding Willow - Even the Senior Partners would be unlikely to directly attack the most powerful witch on the planet. He would not know The Battle Brand or the original Connor at all but as legend of the one who guards the Deeper Well. And you? Dressing as you do when out, you have yet to arouse suspicion, given Xander’s preference for pretty boys in the past.”

“Oi! Don’t need to remind me of his prior lack of good taste! So what the attack on David and Chris, Xander and I after a night out?”

“Was ill advised and again, far too public. He would have had none but the police reports afterward. The dustings were well positioned and the witnesses unreliable dolts. It is apparent, Master Vampire William the Bloody you have ‘flown well under his radar’, even after your transition to changeling and consequent claiming.”

Spike was listening but couldn’t help adding, “Go by Spike, regardless of the form or status mate.” Then Spike winked for all to see to let them know he was both flattered at the old moniker, and try to lighten the mood.

Connor gave a rare smile, and sent a tiny grin in Poppie’s direction, “My apologies… Spike… Family.”

Xander had been listening with interest but without comment up to that point, “So all this is fine but strategy for this dusty end to this ‘mini me’ of a Master Vampyre?”

“I believe if I convince him to meet with me as a ‘visiting Master’ it will give Spike and opportunity to enter his lair during the daytime and also allow Spike the backup he will need to take out Andrew. We will need to do some careful recon first. I am happy to do this and since my signature is that of vampire it should go unnoticed in the tunnels under the city during the day. Do you have any maps of the sewers and other conduits I might use? Underground railway-lines, etcetera. Also some idea of the industrial buildings or any derelict warehouses would be helpful, though I can probably track the lair by scent or body count.”

Xander screwed up his nose, “Yes, yes all of the above ‘D’ too easy for construction guy. But can I just say… eww to the sniffing via body count!”

“Then it is agreed. I will begin my search tomorrow night but for now I am fatigued and must rest.” And with that Connor simply got up and retreated to his room

Poppie looked decidedly disappointed but also understood as both she and Luka yawned in unison.

“Think bed is of the good for all of us Spike. Tomorrow sounds like a big day is in the offing.” Xander ‘caught’ the yawns too and stood to go but Spike stayed the children for a moment longer.

“Now you two. We do need to chat ‘bout all this… so tomorrow I do the talkin’ afore we go runnin’ with Gracie and at sundown we have a good family chin wag. Got it?”

“Yes father” Poppie had a slight frown on her pretty face but accepted. Tomorrow was another day and one she hoped would be full of Connor again. She reached for her little brother’s hand and stood them both.

They kissed Spike in turn and Luka whispered “Can I be a Master like you… Really?”

“Tomorrow Pet, I’ll answer that tomorrow – for now it’s teeth straight to bed with you.”