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Part 23:

"How long will we have to wait? Our answers are in there." Word stated angrily. They had arrived in the early hours just after dawn after hitching a ride in the back of a semi. She wanted her Sire's pain to end now, but she was forced to wait and witness his anguish as he forced himself to ignore the compulsions.

"We will wait as long as I say. They will move soon, probably tonight. I smell him; he's in there waiting. The longer I wait, the stronger I am. I will not be his." Garrian looked at his childe's worried face and then glanced away ignoring her wishes. This was his grand-Sire, if she really was his blood childe she would understand, but she wasn't. She didn't understand at all. Not what he was feeling through the connection; like his confused feelings about Angelus his grand-Sire. No, fighting the compulsion would be the best thing, best for both of them rather than be Angelus's lackey minions.

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Lindsey swallowed a breath as pure pleasure raced through his body. He was no longer aware of anyone around him, but only of the man, the vampire--Angelus in front of him. Lindsey didn't move a muscle as his eyes devoured every inch, enthralled as he enjoyed every nuance of the vampire. Before him stood an angel, a dark angel with tainted dark lips that were accented with sharp fangs gleaming at him in a semi smile. Lindsey wanted to reach out and touch his flawlessness skin, and the two symmetrical perfect erect nipples that almost begged to be lavished. A shudder rippled through his body as he fought the urge to prostate himself here and now in the presence of the others, before this beautiful creature in front of him. Lindsey was just beginning to learn that Darla had only scratched the surface in describing Angelus' aura and power, which he now stood before. Lindsey heard a low groan coming deep from Angelus' chest. Looking back up he smiled in anticipation at the sound, and its possible meaning as a moan escaped his own body that vibrated his need. It was moments before the tone registered in his mind as he realized Angelus' groan was really the rumbling start of a belly roar of laughter escaping his lips. Lindsey suddenly froze. All feeling fled as Angelus' laughter rejected everything about him.

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Dawn's POV
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They had kinda forgotten about me-again, but with so much happening for once I'm happy about it. It gives me the perfect opportunity to watch everything. From where I sit I can see Angel and the other guy, and how close they're standing almost chest-to-chest. Angel's naked chest-naked chest and lower red haze. At the moment I'm not too fond of my favorite witches. I really hate that they treat me like a child; like I haven't seen naked bodies before. I'm fifteen and a half with only five months before legal driving age, and work. Hadn't they heard of the Internet---duh? Even if I didn't have access I have Janet, and Janet has a slew of playgirls at least a years worth with very, very naked men.

So, it's a little weird seeing your friends naked. Ok, I really only saw Xander, but Xan's butt--wow. I never would have thought it was that---well that good. Those pants definitely hide too much, but now I can see why Anya didn't have a problem with the baggy unflattering clothes, definitely a good trick in keeping other people from finding out. Not that I can see any of that now, thanks to Willow and Tara---not. Whatever spell Willow put on me prevents me from seeing the glorious naked truth, but hey seeing red haze underwear instead of naked private flesh almost equals the same thing, and its something I have no plans on telling her, or anyone else.

What's weird though is everyone else including the new guy facing Angel, are just--- everyone seems so I don't know lusty. I've seen enough of it before when they thought I wasn't around between Xander and Anya to Willow and Tara; even Buffy with Riley a couple of times before he left. But now it's with all of them, and that's a bit weird. But it's worst with all the guys because it's noticeable. I mean it was funny in school with Janet going around and dishing about the different and multiple ways guys try to hide themselves everything from shirttails, to books and stuff. But now seeing all of them, and Giles is just ewwwww. Of course I have no plans on letting anyone know otherwise Buffy will have Willow zap my eyes shut or something.

Wow Angel's laughing, I never heard him laugh like that before. I wonder what I missed?

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A growl erupted, "Enough you're hurting him, you wanker." Spike spoke angrily as he stood looking around for something.

Angel's eyes narrowed at Lindsey then turned toward his childe, but then ignored him as he saw his mate Wesley standing there staring at Lindsey. Once he acknowledged Wesley he was flooded with Wesley's pain, and insecurity. Angel realized he did that; he put that pain there. Using his vampire speed Angel had Wesley in his arms comforting his mate.

Lindsey stood there shell shocked for a minute before slowly backing away dropping the envelope as he went. "I don't think so." Gunn slapped an arm on his shoulder effectively stopping him.

Angel looked over, but had no intention of leaving his mate. "What's in the envelope Lindsey?" Angel asked as he watched Spike lean over to pick it up, and was mildly disappointed to see Spike wearing his pants.

Lindsey answered without thinking, "I don't know, but it's from Wolfram & Hart. They used me as a delivery service knowing I'd come to you." Lindsey couldn't understand what he just did as he bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted blood. Lindsey hated himself for answering, and even more for answering truthfully upon Angel's request.

Spike opened it reading the contents of the envelope then let out a long whistle. "Well what does it say Blondie?" Cordelia squealed from the back of the room.

"Seems my Sire here has a pavlovian lap dog. A gift of faith from W&H." Spike answered.

"Right more like a gift from the Greeks aka Trojan horse." Cordelia snapped back.

"Yeah that sounds more like them." Gunn countered.

"Spike?" Angel wanted a better answer.

"Ask him yourself, he's no better than a thrall where you're concerned. Here Red read this, any mojo on it?" Spiked walked over and handed the letter and envelope to Willow.

Willow took them and started reading it before handing it to Tara, "No, I know there's not. Tara and I cast several magical indictors. Plus, we did a revealing spell if anyone tried, that would activate a binding spell on the person, or object effectively alerting us and imprisoning them."

"So what did he mean, by lap dog, did W&H do something to him?" Cordelia asked.

"Does it really matter?" Anne shouted, then she turned toward Buffy, "I don't even know why I'm here, but I thought you'd help if nothing else-that's what you do right fight vampires? But you're standing around doing nothing, or whatever," She glanced at the naked men, Angel still holding Wesley. "But I don't want to know. What I do know is I lost a lot of friends today including my best friend Jay." Anne looked over at everyone staring at her. Scanning the room, she found the clicker and turned on the TV, and clicked on a news channel.

\\ ...bodies discovered earlier today on Mulberry Drive have now been identified. The families were notified late this afternoon. The victims, Warren Meers, Andrew Wells, and Jonathan Levinson were long time high school friends. The investigator LT. Matthew Kent stated that similar crime cases in Chico and Los Angeles might be linked to a new vampire cult that seems to be targeting various southern California towns. The largest massacre hit Chico state prison with a death total reaching close to sixty dead; compared to Los Angeles death total of 22, a teen shelter---//

Gunn grabbed the remote and turned it off, as he held Anne tightly until she relaxed in his arms. "We'll get them, make them pay Hon, don't you worry."

Buffy swallowed hard trying not to worry about one possible casualty at Chico, and instead forced herself to focus on the immediate problems, "We need to get to the mansion now!"

"The chit's right. I suggest you and the others dress then we move out." Spike stated as he calmly finished dressing.

Buffy was confused by Spike's demeanor, but looked over to Angel who slightly nodded before she went into command mode. "Right, you heard him. Let's finish up packing, and haul everything out. Those who have the know how on vehicles check on the damage to the van, and if it runs how much space will we have in the back? Tara, make up a group and empty what's left in the kitchen. Cordelia, Dawn clothes, and linens and everything you deem useful. We might be there for a while. Plus check those boxes in the storage. Willow can you stretch the shield out just pass the cars, so we can load them up safely?" Willow nodded, " Good. Ok, let's move people I want to be in the mansion in an hour. Giles?" Buffy watched as people scattered all moving to their designated areas.

"Yes, no, you're right, but we should make a run for medical supplies too." Giles nodded over to the unconscious injured man where Oz was still hovering protectively.

"Good point. Try to get as much as you can, just incase we can't make another run." Buffy looked around, "Take Graham with you. We should be at the mansion, but call on the cell in case. I don't want anyone taking any unnecessary risks."

"Not him. He stays." Spike announced firmly. To Graham he growled, "Sit!" Graham didn't waste anytime but obeyed without thought, and watched as Hostile 17 stalked over to the newcomer, Lindsey, and for some reason it bothered him. It bothered him even more than the fact he took orders instantly from a hostile no less; a hostile that no longer felt like a hostile.

Buffy crossed her arms trying to get a reading on Spike since he was acting so weird, but just couldn't figure it out. "Fine, then take Gunn, and Owen with you, and Giles be careful. All of you." Giles smiled at her concern.

Gunn nodded, and gave Anne a squeeze before directing her upstairs to help the others. "Alright let's hit it."

As Buffy watched them about to drive off, she yelled, "Cell?" Gunn waved his arm out the window holding the phone.

Turning back, Buffy moved over to the hutch opening and pulled out a measuring tape, "Parker, I want you to go and measure the van's back, length and width. I'd like to take some furniture if we can. At least have something for Devon and Dawn."

Buffy looked over to Angel, who was now dressed and acknowledged her silent question. Buffy wasn't comfortable about it, but recognized that Angel would handle things with both Spike and Lindsey, and she moved to help the others pack things into the various cars.

Angel looked over at his childe who hovered over Lindsey. A heartbeat behind him started to race, and he could feel Wesley's anxiety before the smell even hit the air. Turning, Angel was going to embrace his mate to reassure him again, but Wes pulled away stepping back shaking his head. Xander came up behind him, halting Wes in his place, before leaning in and starting to lick the scarred wound that he created when he had claimed him. Wes leaned back, inclining his head further to give Xander better access. As Xander slowly licked over the wound, Angel stepped into Wesley's space and embraced him enjoying the feel of his mate, and enjoyed the view of one Xander ravishing Wesley's neck. Angel wanted nothing more than for this to turn into play, but he knew now wasn't the time. But before Angel could pull away he heard a low moan escaped followed by a growl, but neither was by his mates. Angel looked up, untangled himself from his mates, and walked toward Spike who was holding Lindsey in place, who started to whimper as Angel came toward him.

"Your pup here might be a problem, especially with them. They're jealous already." Spike indicated their mates.

"And you're not?" Angel asked curiously.

"Ta mate, you don't need to remind me what you lot did. I suggest you give your pup here to him," Spike indicated the man sitting beside him, "He's strong enough to handle him, and smart enough to keep watch of him. Soldier boys are good for following orders. In this case mine." Spike reached down and pulled Graham to him, "Think you can do that soldier boy? Keep this pup in line?"

Graham swallowed but answered, "Yes Sir."

"Spike?" Angel asked.

Spike just stared at him then raised his brow in question before looking back to Wesley who was antsy watching Lindsey. "Don't you feel how upset you're making him cause your hesitating? He thinks you don't really want him, that you want the pup. And yeah you do want to play with him for a hard bloody shag, but only for play not like how you want your mates."

Aggravated, Angel stared at Spike, "Spike, he has a name----"

"No, he bloody doesn't. Now decide if you're keeping him, or giving him to my boy here. Decide!" Spike spat his eyes started flashing yellow as he fought his demon.

Angel felt emotions spiral from all different directions of his mates. With a quick glance he noticed both Xander and Wes glaring at him expectantly, and could even feel Oz's stare as he watched the event unfold.

Angel signed, "Fine, no playing as you put it. Your boy can have him."

"You really don't like losing your toys do you? Not good enough. Inform your pup vampire style who his new owner is." Spike snapped.

"Fine." Angel grabbed Lindsey and presented him to Graham. "What's your boy's name?"

Spike raised a brow, "Don't rightly know, formal introductions were not given in the initiative compound. What is your name soldier boy?"

"Graham Miller, Sir."

Spike clasped his arm over the soldier's shoulder, "Right, Graham meet my Sire, Angelus."

Angel chose to ignore the pain that Spike failed to mention him as his mate, and focused on Graham. He was tall, broad and muscular, a walking billboard for an `Uncle Sam Wants You' ad. Spike was right this man was strong enough to handle Lindsey, and a strong hand was something Lindsey McDonald was going to need a lot of. Without looking at the young man, Angel sliced a cut on Lindsey's cheek, "This was mine, but I giving him to you Graham as a gift with all rights of ownership-do you accept?"

Graham started at the blood as it moved slowly down Lindsey's cheek, and only came out of his daze when Spike nudged him. Graham looked at Spike not sure what to do.

"Need to lick the blood clean, it's how we'd accept such a gift. From this point in time we are all ruled by vampire lore, so to ignore it would be an insult." Spike's eyes flared yellow as he watched his boy lean forward and lick the pup's cheek clean while he gently caressed his neck. Nodding with satisfaction Spike patted the boys back. "The pup's yours. Don't name him, pup will do for now, and don't let him out of your sight or better still out of arms reach for that matter. Understood?" Graham nodded.

"Good now that's taken care of------" Spike walked away to help the others pausing as he passed Wesley. Gently Spike leaned in and licked the punctures on Wesley's neck. Wes moaned in pleasure just as Xander whimpered, and reached out to Spike to embrace him. Spike quickly moved back and avoided eye contact with Xander and left the room.

Graham grabbed Lindsey's hand and followed Spike.

Xander stood there hurt and dazed by Spike's apparent avoidance of him. Wesley tried to draw his attention back by nibbling on his ear until he got Xander to giggle at his antics. "Ok, ok you are a needy one---"

Wes abruptly pulled away, and started stammering, "You're right Xander, I'm so sorry. This, these ------these changes I don't-I'm sorry. I'll go and help Cordelia and Fred."

Before Xander could stop him, Wes ran up the stairs, and didn't hear Xander's `but I liked it.' A finger under his chin brought his attention back as Angel stood in front of him. Xander took a step back, "No don't."

Angel took a step forward about to say something, but Xander interrupted, stepping back again, "No, I'm not ready." Xander saw Angel stop at his words, and saw the confusion and pain his words brought, "You're still Angelus I can see it, feel it. I can't, I just can't not now." Turning Xander moved outside to help the others.

Angel stood there with only Oz and his injured mate to witness his turmoil. It was a vicious cycle he felt Xander, and Wesley's pain and confusion just as he knew they felt his, but he was most confused over Spike. Angel was also angry, scared, and helpless because he didn't feel anything from Spike. Angel knew the link was there it was like a hum inside his head, but he was blocked from feeling anything else. The only thing he could think of was this was a trick Spike developed over the years with Dru. The thought of his Drusilla brought a pang of sorrow. Unexpectedly, one word, `DON'T!' was screamed in his mind making him stagger back in shock. He knew somehow that Spike had felt his thoughts, so the link was blocked only one-way. Spike was monitoring his thoughts, and his mate's thoughts. That's how he knew what Wes was feeling before he did.

A soft voice interrupted his thoughts, "You ok, man?"

"Yeah I will be. How's he doing?" Angel asked, as he knelt down to take a closer look. Oz was now one of his clan, he could feel it strongly, and the injured man that lay there, was still breathing ragged breaths, was Oz's mate. If his mate died, he knew they'd lose Oz as well.

At first, Oz didn't say anything. He drew in deep breaths to calm himself, but tears shone in his eyes as he spoke, "I might have claimed him too late. I knew he was my mate, but I didn't want to infect him. And then I couldn't protect him. He was a vampire, knew what I was and just held me-I. When I woke Devon was in a crumbled heap. I couldn't think and I knew we didn't have time, so I claimed him. I can't lose him Angel."

Angel nodded, "Would you like me to clean him it might help add to yours---?"

Oz took one glance at his mate then nodded his consent. Angel leaned closer and began to lick at each of the wounds. Slowly tasting Oz's saliva down to the blood of his mate, making sure he completely and thoroughly cleaned the wounds.

Neither noticed as Willow and Buffy entered the room, stopping in their tracks when they saw what Angel was going. Willow was about to protest, but Buffy grabbed her arm and shook her head whispering to her friend, "Vampire saliva has healing factors. He's trying to help." Willow nodded her consent and then noticed those standing on the stairs watching she nudged Buffy who went into action.

"Alright, let's get going, nothing to see. We have a deadline people. Cordy is the upstairs packed?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah, everything is in bags and boxes we just need to bring it all down and pack it. Ah we're going to need a lot more things, like blankets, and pillows not to mention clothes, especially the female variety."

Buffy nodded then walked back outside, "Scott, so, will the van be mobile?"

"Yeah she'll be good to go, and we moved their belongings into Anne's car. I think we'll have room for those mattresses."

"Ok great! Cordy or Dawn can show you and Parker where they are. If we can stand them on their sides we might be able to pack more things in the van." Buffy countered.

"Good thought, but why not tie the mattresses on the hood then that will leave the back completely empty to add more things. Anything left in the old mansion?" Spike asked.

"Not much. We did a run earlier after Giles and Tara secured it magically. Mostly just weapons, research books, and a blood run. A few of the bedrooms have beds, but not all and not enough for all of us even if we share." Buffy couldn't help the blush as it crept over her face as she thought about them sharing space and beds.

Spike smiled, and Buffy was surprised it wasn't a lecherous leer, but a shy and genuine smile. "No worries slayer, we're all in the same boat. Powerful mojo in bonding with a clan. Before it was just my Princess, and the poof-all this." Spike signed as he noticed Buffy had moved closer to him and he could feel, smell and see her arousal as her perk nipples stood erect begging to be touched. Spike noticed the reaction of the ardeur was stronger than what he had with Dru. It was to where it was becoming more difficult to ignore as the ardeur that was singing in his veins started to burn.

"Buffy, stop. You're reacting to the ardeur." At her confusion look, Spike made his escape from her and started to direct the packing as bags, boxes and furniture was carted out and loaded into various vehicles.

"Buffy, you ok?" Willow asked, as she came to stand near her friend.

Buffy blushed, "I almost jumped Spike a couple of minutes ago. I mean right here in front of everyone. I---I. He said it was the ardeur, but I'm not sure what that is exactly, but I feel a whole lot more than I did before."

Willow was afraid to touch her as lust swept though her veins. "Take some deep breaths and think about Dawn. In fact go find Dawn. I think she's upstairs and being with her will help."

Buffy frowned, "But what if I, I mean you. What if I---" She couldn't finish the thought that she could possibly ever hurt Dawn.

"No, I don't think so. You didn't before. You only thought of protecting her. Trust me, I think she'll help you re-focus, ok? "Willow needed Buffy to get away from her before she did something she didn't really want to think about.

Nodding, Buffy left racing up the stairs until she found Dawn. When Buffy found her she pulled her into a tight hug until Dawn started yelling at her to let go and calling her a freak-a-zoid then raced down the stairs still calling her names. Willow looked expectantly at the stairs as Buffy came down more relaxed and focus. She smiled at Willow letting her know the trick worked that a little sister banter defused her raging lust.

Buffy moved out of the way as the guys brought the last mattress down and went to load it up. Back in focus, she called out to Spike who was overseeing everything. "Any room for living room furniture?"

Spike took a critical survey, "Couch, chair, and lamps. Everything else will have to stay. We made room for the wolf's mate in the back seat of your jeep.

Buffy nodded, and walked over to the couch where Devon still laid, as guys grabbed the chair and lamps. "We're ready to move. Do you want help?"

Oz shook his head and moved to pick up his mate. Once Devon was settled the guys were right behind them with the couch and loaded it up.

"Ok, we're set. The mansion is only a few miles from here. Suggestions?" Buffy asked.

"Tara and I can keep the shield around us as we travel. Something I found after the whole Glory thing. But we need to do it convoy style, and with Tara and I sitting up high. I can sit on top of the mattress's on the van taking the lead, and Tara can stand in the back of Lindsey's truck bringing up the rear." Willow stated holding Tara's hand.

"Alright who's driving the van? I'm sure Oz won't leave Devon." Buffy asked and then heard the dangling of keys as Spike held them up.

"Ok then unless someone has a question lets get out of here." Everyone nodded in agreement as they spread out to different vehicles. Spike helped Willow up on top of the mattresses on the van.

It was only a matter of minutes before they started to roll, and no one could deny the feeling of being watched as they moved out.

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"Well aren't we going to follow them?" Word asked, unused to the surly attitude Garrian had started to develop, but knew it had to do with actually seeing William the Bloody and Angelus for the first time. The stark blonde of William surprised her, but there was no mistaking that it was William, and the only reason for their existence. Hers, at least originally was a coincidence. She was already turned when they came across Penn, but would have been dust right along with her Sire if Penn didn't enjoy the sight of owning another who could pass for William's double. It only endeared her to Garrian's Sire Penn, to keep her. He loved claiming he had a matching set something that even the great Angelus didn't have. Now after seeing the famous William even at this distance she'd have to agree they were a matching set; something that only angered her.

"Sire?" She asked, as the red taillights from the last vehicle disappeared from her sight.

"Everyone in town will know where they are. I'm more curious to know who they are." Garrian inclined his head indicating a small group of demons gathering who had stayed hidden in the surrounding area. A couple broke the door down and entered. Garrian could still hear the faint sounds of wreckage as they tore what was left of the place apart, but it was the man that came into view that interested him the most. He was average height with snow-white hair in a distinguished gray suite talking on a cell phone. And then he turned almost as if he sensed them, but they were carefully camouflaged and the wind's direction was in their favor. Garrian could see his eyes, the man was a vampire, but one Garrian had never seen the like before. Just as he made his decision to follow him, he disappeared with a speed faster than his own vampire eyes could follow. The demons disbursed shortly after, but took a direct path trailing after the convoy.

"We will go now." Garrian announced.

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"Finally," Olivia signed, "we're almost there. I could use a--------" Tires screeched to a halt just as an arm cross her middle holding her in place.

"Ethan what the bloody hell?" Olivia screamed.

"He's no longer there, and he's in danger---immediate danger. We have to go. Hang on," Ethan screamed back as he slammed the car into reverse and spun it around. And then slammed it back into drive, burning rubber as he floored the gas pedal. Olivia screamed again bracing herself with one hand on the dashboard and the other on the door handle as they tore through the streets at top speed.

"Fuck, you hang on Ripper I'm not done with you yet!"

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Part 24:

"To your left Giles," Gunn shouted. Turning his attention back to his own problems as he blocked another blow and found an opening. Without stopping, Gunn rushed forward through the dusted vampire. He continued his attack on another demon, which appeared in front of him. Swinging his battle-axe, and forcibly charging forward as he tried to reach Owen who was fighting valiantly, but losing ground with each moment. Before Gunn could make the next thrust he heard a pop in his right shoulder. He calculated the time he had left before his mind and body would react to the pain of the dislocated shoulder.

Only after years of fighting and surviving on the streets had Gunn learned to create a zone using the energy from the pain as a weapon in itself. Surprisingly, it worked best when his life was on the line like it was now. Swearing under his breath, Gunn allowed his body to react for a moment as he leaned heavily forward sheltering his right shoulder then quickly switched his axe to his left hand as he tucked and rolled, dropping then twisting his body in a fast upward movement, surprising and decapitating the demon that had stood behind him. Without thinking, Gunn rolled over the body, just barely missing and crushing his injured shoulder hard on the pavement as it scrapped the ground, and then springing to his feet. Gunn screamed as he swung the axe upward in a classic golf movement aiming at a spot square between the demon's second and third leg as he effectively sliced the demon in half. The sound the wounded creature made was similar to a siren, distracting one of the vampires Owen had been fighting.

Running forward, this time Gunn used his legs to spin kick the vampire. Pulling a stake from his waistband, he aimed and thrust it into its heart. Looking up, he saw Owen had two vamps on him. Noticing the splashes of blood on his white skin, Gunn knew they were playing with him. Gunn froze as screaming from his far left brought his attention back to the battle Giles was fighting. Gunn watched helplessly as the man was forced down, knowing there was no way he'd make it over to Giles in time to save him. Gunn swallowed his helplessness and cursed as he turned toward Owen who was closer, but was in no better shape than Giles was. Gripping the axe in his left hand, as his injured right arm hung limply at his side; Gunn focused on the battle as it unfolded in front of him. With a warrior's cry Gunn ran to try and save Owen.

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The convoy completed its slow, but uneventful journey to the mansion. Once they reached the isolated neighborhood, Willow and Tara worked together to join the two protective shields, so that they could start unloading.

Buffy wasn't thinking of any further ahead than unloading and securing the area while they prepared for battle, until Dawn complained about the smell, and asked if a skunk had died. Spike and Angel were at her side as they collectively realized the stench they had ignored since they arrived wasn't a skunk or any kind of animal. It seemed to surround the area of the mansion in a circular pattern just outside of the original protective shield. Buffy ambled up to Willow, while using her slayer powers to scan the area. "Will, is it some kind of spell?"

"No. Tara and Giles used a warning beacon just outside the shield. Then before we entered the area I kinda scanned it magically--- anything that uses any kind of magic leaves a signature of some kind. The only magic here is from us." Willow frowned because she knew she was missing something. "But something defiantly has happened, just not happening magically." Buffy nodded, going into complete slayer mode. "Alright no one moves in until we know what this is. Will, you and Tara up top again. Be prepared to ride out." Buffy glanced over at Dawn, "Dawn, stay with Oz."

Buffy walked over to toward Angel and Spike. "Ready?" Each nodded they didn't like what they smelled any more than anyone else, or Angel and Spike especially with their enhanced vampire senses. They knew they smelled death, but even with that knowledge the scent was wrong as it permutated the air driving the normally sweet jasmine to seem nonexistent. And the smell of death was around them. Normally, the smell of death, dying, and the dead were ashes to ashes and clung to the ground bringing peace and joining in the cycle of life. But this death hung in the air above ground, reminding them just how unnatural it was.

Willow again stood on the mattresses projecting her power out trying to find the source, and she was getting frustrated because she couldn't detect where the phenomenon was coming from. Strangely enough, the scent was more powerful where she was. Willow swatted a fly that was slightly distracting her as it flew from her face to just above her near one of the large weeping willows that surrounded the front of the house. As she swatted the fly she noticed several others, but they were busy sampling the goo that clung the various branches. Upon closer inspection she realized that was the smell the death clinging in the air as it was spread through the trees above them.

Disgusted Willow called out, "Ah guys I found it." As she slowly made her way back to the ground, Xander reached out a hand and helped her down. "Where?"

Without looking back up she grimmest pointing up toward the trees.

Spike saw the motion and started scanning the trees. Without saying anything, he walked over to the closest tree trunk and started climbing. He didn't know why, but he had to know. As he neared a branch heavily covered in goo, Spike reached out swiping some of the goo on his finger and brought it to his nose then attentively tasted the mixture.

Angel yelled as he saw his childe about to taste the substance but he was too late as he saw all too clearly Spike's small pink tongue reaching out to taste it. The moment his tongue touched it the pain was immediate, and Angel matched Spike as they roared and went into game-face No one knew what happened, but they all felt the immediate pain of loss.

Spike jumped down still in game-face flashing his anger at everyone. Angel didn't know what happened he couldn't read anything other than the flash of emotions Spike unleashed of pain and loss before they disappeared. Angel reached out to his childe, but Spike brushed him off in anger.

"Don't, I---" Spike turned his head desperately trying in vein to control the demon before he lost complete control. Spike noticed both Xander and Wesley edging up toward him needing to be near their mate. With what control he had left, he rebuffed Xander, wincing slightly when he heard the light gasp of pain, but ignored it as he stepped closer to Wes allowing him to sooth his demon.

Still not knowing what it was, Buffy stayed in attack mode not allowing herself to react to the pain that washed over everyone. "Spike?"

Spike nodded hearing his name and the questions behind it. "One of mine, Clem a Vanmer Demon. What's left of him and his family. He was staying with his sister's family."

"Oh Goddess!" Willow whispered.

Looking up Spike nodded at the trees, and clasped Wes' hand seeking the silence assurance his mate offered. "Must be just outside of the shield. Most knew he was a friend of sorts. Crashed at my crypt a few times when his sister would kick him out."

"A warning then?" Buffy asked.

Spike's thumb lightly caressed Wes' hand once more before he removed his hand as his control returned and Spike was able to suppress his demon. Turning, Spike addressed Buffy, "Yeah. Nothing we can do about it now, but look at it children---up there lies the remains of 4 to 5 demons, some of them were children." Spike glared at everyone around him making sure they did indeed get the message. "Don't let their deaths be in vain, remember and don't let your guard down."

Spike allowed Wes to stay close to him as he walked over to Dawn, "Niblet?" Reaching out gently Spike watched her chin tremble slightly as she tried to control the grief that raced through her. Spiked eased a hand under girl's long hair caressing the back of her neck. She didn't know Clem, but over the summer he told her tales of poker night where he met Clem originally. He was a harmless bloke, and one of the very few who didn't resent him for his slayer connections-even behind his back.

Spike felt Dawn's tremors calm with his touch he looked up as the silence became more noticeable. Without saying a word he looked over to Buffy and arched a brow in question.

Buffy nodded accepting the responsibility of organizing everyone to unload and unpack. "Ok, guys let's unload the van first, so we can settle Devon. Cordelia grab what you can then check which rooms need beds. Everyone else grab something on your way in." Everyone started moving about unloading quicker than they had when loading it up in the first place.

Buffy was leading the way as Scott, Graham, and Lindsey bounced back down the stairs to get another mattress, when Buffy heard her stomach growl loudly. She was going to ignore it, but it was soon followed by the rumbling sounds of the stomachs of those behind her.

"Now that's a chorus if I ever heard one. Think it might be a good idea if someone set that kitchen to rights." Lorne looked when Buffy started to giggle. "And don't be looking at me sweetie I always hired people to cook, I'm about as talented in the cooking department," Lorne looked over and saw Angel as he put down one of the chairs they brought, and pointed to him, "as Angel here is in the singing department."

"Angel sings?" Buffy asked in-between hiccups of laughter as she tried to imagine her ex willingly singing anything. The men on the stairs behind her looked over to Angel as he stalked over frowning at Buffy's laughter. Angel glared at Lorne, "It was to save a life, and you made me sing on stage when I could have done so privately, besides you said I wasn't that bad?"

"On stage?" Buffy started to bellow out, grabbing the rail to keep herself steady as her small body shook with laughter.

Lorne smiled as he looked at Angel. "Bad is a relative thing sweet cheeks, but you singing `Mandy', well that's about as interesting and tasty as my muffins."

"Mandy?" Lindsey quietly asked, but couldn't help the slight snicker out of his voice, but sobered when he heard a low growl behind him. Turning, Lindsey saw Spike a few steps up from him then quickly turned back and unconsciously leaned into Graham, suddenly nervous about saying anything.

"So your cooking that bad, huh? Not that that's going to be a problem for me, but the rest of you lot," Spike asked, as he sauntered down a couple of steps. "So can anyone here cook? I already know you live on frozen foods." Spike smirked at Buffy who grimaced back. "Giles can, but he's not back yet." Her stomached growled again stating why they couldn't just wait.

"Giles can what?" Xander asked, as walked into the room followed by Wesley. Xander stood there, his hands in his pockets bouncing on his toes grinning happily.

Buffy arched a brow, curious to know what was going on, although her imagination didn't have to go far once she noticed Wesley standing beside him with a very content smile plastered on his face.

Spike glanced between the two smiling idiots, and calculated he had a little over two hours max before the ardeur peaked, or before he lost all control.

Their scent was enticing. Spike chanced a glance at his poof of a Sire, and watched him react to their scent like a minion with their first meal-without conscious thought only reaction, Angel walked up behind Wesley.

"What's going on? Break time, and no one called us?" Cordelia snapped.

"Discussing food, and who's going to cook for you lot. Giles place wasn't big on your usual frozen dins. You cook?" Spike asked.

"As if?" Cordy answered.

"Well I can always do some Xander specials." Xander replied.

"Oi, you forgetting several of us have seen your Xander specials," Spike snickered at him. Xander flushed and smiled, happy that Spike remembered. "As much as I enjoy sweetness, you're changing your diet, you both are." Spike indicted Wes, "Need you healthier now that I have an invested interest." Wesley blushed at those words just as Angel nibbled on his ear and whispered, "and a delicious interest you are." Wesley knew Spike was talking about them being their pomme de sang's and, it was something they would be experiencing soon. Wes was unable to suppress his reaction to the thought as he lean back into Angel's embraced and moaned as Angel's lips left his ear trailing down to his mark.

"Excuse me, but is this going to be a regular thing? Because I have to tell you I'm not very comfortable with it." Cordelia injected defiantly, as she addressed Angel.

Wes blushed, and tried to wiggle himself away from Angel's embrace, "Sorry Cordelia I don't."

He couldn't finish as Angel forcibly pulled Wesley back into his embrace. "Don't apologize." Turning Angel faced Cordelia, "And yes, it's a regular thing."

"Well can't you at least take it to a room. A little social decorum wouldn't kill you. It's not like we get any jollies watching you."

"You're sure about that? Uncomfortable is not what I'd call it." Spike countered stepping down another step. Cordelia blushed at Spike's implication.

Turning Spike watched as the lawyer move even closer to his soldier, but the pup did so this time with excitement from watching Angel. Spike smiled at his soldier enjoying the boy's confusion.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dawn hollered from the door as Willow and several others followed behind her.

"Nothing." Buffy replied, as Buffy bounced down the rest of the stairs. "We were discussing dinner, or breakfast depending on your view point, and everything from what we have to who's going to cook. Only mutual decision we made is no Xander specials."

Dawn made a face and nodded. She still couldn't believe how many Xander specials she had consumed to appease her crush, and refused to acknowledge to any she might still secretly enjoy. "Ou, I vote for breakfast if Tara makes her pancakes again." Dawn declared as she turned pleading toward Buffy.

"Oh yeah, Dawn has a point you do make wonderful pancakes; just the right size and fluffiness, all golden brown with syrup running down the sides. Ok I second the vote. Anyone else?" Buffy asked enthusiastically.

Buffy watched as several people raised their hands, and then followed Dawn's example by turning pleading eyes on Tara. "Tara?"

Tara blushed with everyone's eyes on her, and nervously stammered out, "I don't know there so many.."

Willow moved closer and was about to offer her help, but a voice behind her beat her to the punch. "I can help you if you want? I worked as a waitress, and in the kitchen at the shelter. Anyone one else work in a kitchen, or restaurant?" Anne asked not waiting for Tara to accept her help. Five others raised their hands, Parker, Scott, Lindsey, Buffy, and Xander.

Without missing a beat Anne ignored everyone else and asked, "How long and what did you do?" Anne turned toward Buffy first.

Buffy smirked, "Three months, and you already know what I did at Jack's that was about it." Anne nodded turning toward Xander.

Xander paused and started counting on his fingers, "Overall close to 20 different places since I was 15. Most didn't last anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months. Ah let's see, concession stands, 2 pizza places, at least 6 fast food places, ice cream truck, a donut shop, the beanery, back-up bartended, busboy, and dishwasher at a few places. Did a bit of everything, and mostly only prep work in the kitchen. So whatever you need me for."

Anne smiled at Xander's easy manner, but lost her smile when Angel grabbed him. "You can find someone else besides Xander, he'll be busy." Angel firmly stated, as he pulled Xander into him along side Wes and started kissing and nibbling Xander's neck, and they all watched as Xander closed his eyes leaning completely into Angel's body and caress.

"Whoaaaaaa" Dawn exclaimed, as she watched Angel's sensuously attack Xander's neck.

"Will?" Buffy called out. Willow looked up at Buffy's distress, and frowned, "Sorry Buff it only worked for the nakedness. Kissing and stuff unless it's extreme is just kinda normal."

Buffy frowned back and then walked over to Angel and was about to pull him away when she was violently pulled away and faced an angry game-faced Spike. "Don't he's only reacting to their scent and to the ardeur."

"Huh?" Buffy couldn't help her confusion. In less then 48 hours her entire world turned upside down, and all she wanted was to stop Angel since he was making her feel the way she was feeling. Buffy knew if she was feeling this then everyone else was. And having Dawn in the same room where she was feeling this, in her world was just wrong. Dawn was her baby sister. A teenager, true, but only on the outside, inside where it counts there where so many things where Dawn was just too innocent, too young.

"Maybe you should explain to her about the ardeur Spike. Bet you'll need to feed soon, and sex comes with that. Xander and Wesley will need to have orgasms, and we have a connection now. We'll feel it even if we don't want to." Anya spoke the last in a soft whisper. She stood at the top of the stairs waiting. Spike lost his game-face as he felt her pain, and by surprise accidentally let his shield down where his mates felt the pain through their connection effectively cooling their arousal. Xander reacted first as he forcibly pulled away from Angel who growled his discontentment, but pulled Wesley tighter to him to console himself.

"An?" Xander finally called out, confused by his feeling. With his eyes, wide open and imploring, Xander silently asked Anya for help.

"Don't worry Xander it's as it should be. The spell worked, the ardeur will take place soon. They will give you many good orgasms." Anya stated softly, and then sat down at the top of the stairs next to Fred; who reached out to hold Anya's hand in comfort.

"I think that's a very good idea-about the explanation. But some of us still need to eat. And what did you guys do?" Anne inclined her head waiting for an answer.

Parker swallowed, "Waiter, and assistant prep cook most summers and my uncle's restaurant." Anne turned to Lindsey waiting.

"Waiter and bartender throughout college and law school," Lindsey answered, and then turned toward Scott who didn't answer yet.

Shrugging his shoulders Scott answered, "Bus boy, and some short order cook at a greasy burger joint. Nothing I'd call extraordinarily."

"No that works just fine. So I'd say Scott, Parker, Lindsey, Tara and I can get things started in the kitchen." Anne eyed Spike who still held Buffy in place. "Maybe Buffy, and Xander can rotate another time. And maybe you can explain this ardeur, and what defenses we're to take next. I've seen some of them in action-------. We have a lot of work to do."

Spike nodded. "Sounds good. Anne is it?"

Anne nodded as the vampire studied her inclining his head, "We met before?"

Anne closed her eyes but didn't answer she wasn't prepared to remember Chantelle and her life here in Sunnydale. A cool hand caressed her face making her open her eyes in surprise. "You'll be in charge of the kitchen then. How long before eats?" Spike asked.

"Just over an hour?" Anne answered as she looked at Tara who nodded her agreement.

Spike nodded turning to Cordelia. "Cheerleader, you can be in charge of beds and sleeping arrangements. It might help you get over your delicate nature. Start with ours. Anya's right we'll need to feed soon and unless you'd like to witness, and not just feel various aspects." Spike chuckled, enjoying Cordelia's dilemma of emotions veering from arousal to you're making me sick before he once again focused on the work that needed to be done "Take a small crew with you. Willow, you can hold watch. Buffy continue to direct the unloading."

"Alright then. Best get started." Everyone nodded their consent as small groups started to dispersed to their designated work area. Xander dejectedly moved to follow Buffy, and heard Angel growl, followed by Wesley's low whimper. Cringing, as he heard the sounds Xander looked toward the stairs at the empty space Anya had sat. Without looking at his mates Xander looked straight at Spike. Unable to hide his hurt and pain, Xander quietly answered their question before he walked out the door. "I need to help, to think."

Spike swallowed his own pain from rejecting Xander, and acknowledged his need by letting him go. Spike threw a warning glare at his Sire to let Xander be. Angel's eyes flared yellow in defiance, but knew his childe was right, and consoled himself in Wesley's embrace as he leaned down toward his mark licking at the opening. Angel enjoyed Wesley's whimper of pleasure as he pressed himself closer. As one of Angel's arms locked Wesley into place against him, his other arm pulled Wesley's shirt open and mindless of anyone started playing with his mate's nipples, while he started a small rocking rhythm with his hard cock pressed against Wesley's ass.

Those few bystanders who had lingered tried to ignore Angel's display as they quickly started to leave the room. Spike noticed Anne leave to get started in the kitchen, but Spike reached out and held her in place. "Hold on." Turning he called out, "Pup come here."

Lindsey knew this was his new degrading name and started moving down the stairs to the Master vampire, but was comforted by the body of the man who followed him. Standing in front of Anne, and Spike, Lindsey waited. Spike was pleased Graham had followed his pup and looked up addressing Graham, "Pup's gonna need to work in the kitchen, but without you for short periods. Do you have a problem with him having a Mistress?" Spike held his laughter as the humans blushed at his request.

Anne blushed a deep red at Spike's words, and for the umpteenth time she regretted her one time fascination with vampires. Although her belief on the undead back then was more of a polly-annic view, she did however, believe in the sensuous sexuality. But in her naivety, she had no idea of the true sexual power games vampires played; at least not to the degree of the one that was being playing out before her. Anne couldn't shake the desire, and needed to go and hide in the kitchen. Ironically, it had more to do with hiding from her own desires as she was getting more turned on by the scene before her, because just as Spike's words ran through her mind they were combined with various images that accompanied them.

Graham didn't know what to do, or even what he felt. With everything that'd happened he allowed his military training to take over following the orders until he could unscramble his thoughts and feelings. He's anxiety for Riley never waned, and most of all his conflicting emotions over Spike were never settled. The intensity of Spike's pain and grief had brought Graham to his knees. This connection or bond, whatever it was he had with the hostile, scared him because everything he felt about the hostile conflicted with everything he believed in, and was trained to fight against.

Spike felt his soldier's emotions; his fear and anxiety, but it had little to do with his pup. Spike looked over toward Angel, who held Wesley in a firm grip. Angel noticed his childe's silent question and just shook his head in answer.

Spike returned to the human's in front him, "Fine take all the fun away from a bloke. Pup, Anne is your Mistress, in other words your boss in the kitchen." Turning, he Addressed Anne, "You take him and return him by handing him back to Graham. That will work for now until I can scrounge up a collar and leash."

Lindsey swallowed hard, not out of fear, but indignation. Coming here he hadn't believe he'd live once he was face to face with Angel, but to be reduced to a slave, a pup with collar and leash, and not by Angel's hand. No the fucker gave him away, and they expected him to just accept their fuck up generosity. "No, I am not a fucking dog, or owned by anyone. I am a fucking human being. I.." Lindsey never got to finish anything else as a he was roughly grabbed and slapped.

Spike's eyes flashed yellow as he stared at Graham demanding, "He's yours and needs to know it boy." Graham looked back confused in what Spike was telling him.

Exasperated, Spike spit out, "Order him to do something you git."

Graham stood confused for a moment then nodded before relying on what he knew best. A strong harsh, solid command rang through the room, "Drop and give me twenty."

Spike dropped Lindsey and waited to see what would happen. Spike knew W&H had in a sense somehow programmed Lindsey to be a thrall without the bloodlust as a gift for either Angel, or Angelus. When Angel gave him to Graham by rights the boy should be enthralled to the soldier boy now.

Lindsey tried to fight the order but he found himself on the ground doing the push ups. Anger, frustration, and shame flooded through him as he realized he couldn't stop until he reached the twentieth push up. As he finally reached the last one, Lindsey waited. A loud snicker from above broke the silence as Spike bent down and grabbed Lindsey's hair forcing him to look up. "You are nothing more than a thrall, and one made by W&H, one that is very expendable. At this point not very worthy; not even worthy for a name." Spike watched Lindsey close his eyes against the hateful truth, as tears slid down Lindsey's face. Reaching out, Spike wiped a tear and tasted it. He tasted the boy's fear, anxiety, frustration, loneness, and his hate. Interestingly the hate was for Lindsey, himself not for Spike, or soldier boy. Spike briefly smiled at the thought that this match could possibly work out after all. He pulled Lindsey closer to him. "Graham the soldier boy is your master. But understand this, Graham is one of mine, and Angelus made me. You are to do nothing more than obey us. Is that understood, PUP?"

Lindsey choked down the denials of Spike's meaning. Instead, he just nodded his acceptance; realizing his one time secret dream/fantasy of being owned, and cherished by Angelus as Darla had trained him was now nothing more than a nightmare. He was nothing, owned, but found unworthy and frivolously given away. Lindsey waited and when nothing happened, realized he wanted a verbal consent. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, and ignored the ache in his heart as he stared into Spike's yellow eyes. "Yes Sir." Spike tilted his head indicting he wasn't finished. "I am nothing but a thrall." Spike nodded, and waited. Lindsey continued with tears following every word, "A pup to do as I am ordered to do." Spike waited again then Lindsey added, "Sir."

"Very good pup. Now crawl to your master and kiss his feet begging for forgiveness." Spike looked up toward his soldier boy as he started to squirm and move backwards from what Spike said. Quickly Spike stood and held Graham in place forcing him to accept Lindsey's offering.

Spike looked over to his Sire as Angel was quickly devoting his talents in creating new heights of arousal. The need Spike saw reflected in his Sire's eyes was pure Angelus. As Angelus took his time playing with Wesley's arousal, a game Spike well remembered. Angelus was discovering Wesley's various levels of arousal, forcing him to spike his arousal one level after another without taking him, or touching the weeping cock that stood out of his barely buttoned pants. Spike wanted to chuckle at the sight, knowing the only reason Wesley still had his pants was because of Angel, not Angelus.

But it wasn't a laughing matter, and Spike was grateful he had his shields firmly in place, but even with them he knew he had little time before the ardeur completely controlled their actions.

Spike forced himself to return his attention to the body in his arms as he watched the pup prostrated himself and started kissing begging for his master's forgiveness. Spike could smell everyone's arousal. The girl's was strong and sweet, as it filled the air. His soldier was using all his strength to fight his arousal. Spike tilted his head and started licking Graham's neck almost mirroring his Sire's position.

As Spike licked away Graham's sweat he could taste the boys anguish more clearly. The boy was conflicted as he rocked his body back into Spike erection. Spike could taste the arousal the boy had for the pup, and himself, but he could also taste the emotions that he was betraying someone.

The pup started kissing up his master's legs as his master's hands guided the pup's head. Graham unwittingly allowed his passion to control him as he held and rubbed his erection against the face of `his pup'. Spike continued to watch as the pup undid the soldier's pants until he faintly heard the word `leave'. He knew then Xander stood watching the events, and he had to stop them before they got too out of hand. Grabbing the pup's head, Spike held him back as he ground out, "Enough." Spike could hear low moans from several directions as he took control to stop the ardeur from spiking any further.

"Anne take the pup and get to work, and don't try to relieve yourselves in any form." Spike looked down and released pup's head waiting for him to follow his orders.

Lindsey knelt dazed before his master unsure of just what had happened. Without thinking, Lindsey leaned forward and kissed his masters erection then stood and blushed as he saw Spike smiling at him. Anne grabbed his arm as they quickly left for the kitchen.

Spike held Graham for a moment without saying anything sliding his hands over his hips down toward the opening where his toy soldier's cock fought to be free. Spike pulled the zipper further down quickly pulling out the hard cock from the standard white briefs, and swiping his thump over the head. Retrieving a healthy swab of pre-cum before Spike brought the thumb to his mouth sucking on the essence.

This time he heard an echo of moans, one from his toy soldier, and one equally enthusiastic from his mates who watched the process.

Spike used all his will power to quickly tuck the boy back in pleased with the information he received from the boy's cum. Though blood spoke to him more, as a master vampire he had the ability to read emotions, feelings through other bodily secretions. He was becoming concerned over the boy's conflicting emotions when he licked away his sweat, but tasting his cum was the next best thing to blood. And blood was something he couldn't do until after experiencing the ardeur with his mates.

Graham was about to leave Spike's arm, but he held him a moment longer before whispering, "If we survive, and he's alive we will find him."

Graham quickly turned and stared at the vampire that was once his enemy, surprised to find the truth of his words. Graham nodded grateful and reached out a hand to caress the vampire's cool face. A low growl vibrated and Graham started to remove his hand, but Spike reached out and held there. "When the fever of the ardeur is over for this cycle I want you to consider fully claiming the pup, after he's punished for his outburst of course."

Grahams eyes widen in shock trying to understand what was happening before Spike interrupted his thoughts again. "Think of it like your blasted military, some information is on a need to know basis, and most is considered classified. For now, watch him, and his actions. A thrall like him follows orders, nothing but a drone, but only to orders given. Consider his actions with no orders. I will give you a choice, but you only have until the full cycle is over. Now go tell them to stop hiding outside and get things moved in."

Graham nodded and passed Xander who was standing just inside the foray as Graham made his way outside.

Spike signed as he looked over at Angel, who was still practically fucking Wesley. The sight was pleasurable enough, but Spike could feel Xander's pain on the outer edges of that pleasure. Xander and Buffy had stood watching the show until Xander made her leave. Angel smirked at his childe, until he heard Spike's quite command, and started to growl. "Xander take Wesley with you and get our room ready for later."

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