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Part 25:

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Buffy's POV Moments Ago
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I don't know when it happened, but at some point Spike and I got into synch. With one look I knew he wanted me to take charge, and I did---like that's not weird in itself but true nonetheless. And the biggest thing is Spike's really the one in charge. I'm just giving the orders-one's that he hasn't verbally told me, but I know what he wants. Again the bond thing is a bit freaky. And here I am really just Spike's muscle and it's just really fucking freaking me that I'm more than ok with it.

I mean me, the slayer, as Cordy would bluntly point out, slayers have `control issues', and that's putting it mildly. I'm normally always in charge; inheritance from the whole slayer gig and it's hard for me to just stop. With Angel it was different, he was my first love; when he was around I would defer to him. Though at the moment, he's knee deep into his mates. Then after the whole initiative stuff, then losing Riley afterwards by not letting him in. I try to remember, especially when I'm around Giles. I mean it was his job to guide me to be my watcher, but now it's more than just his job he's family, my family. And with Willow I just step back and let her do her thing if its computers, or magic because she's one bad ass you don't want to mess around with. But around everyone else I spend half the time going back later and apologizing for bulldozing over someone's feelings when I'm in the slayer protective mode-which is most of the time. Not that I'll ever apologize for wanting to protect and do what's best for them. And most of the time it's Xander, and Dawn-though more Dawn because she just doesn't get it, where as Xander does. He gets that I'm the slayer, understands what that means, why I might go overboard, and for all that I get the best a friend anyone could ever want. On the same hand he'll let me have it with both barrels when it's deserved, like when I came home after running away. But he also allows me to be a slayer. For a long time I thought it was just because he had a crush on me, but I was stupid and shallow it was deeper than that.

Earlier I started barking orders for everyone to start unloading; again, weirdness, being around Spike without all the gnarly comments, or name-calling. Then again it's even weirder to see Wesley, the one I once thought of as the up tight tweed-r-us watcher, turn in to what he's like now; almost something right out of those romance books about a brazen wanton hussy.

I had started back inside with a couple of boxes, and was greeted with something that looked right out of a porno movie. I saw Spike holding Graham. I was thankful I couldn't see their faces or Lindsey's who I assume was the one kneeing in front of Graham. I did catch Anne's eyes for a moment and knew we were feeling the same thing. But it was seeing Wesley who was standing there with his eyes closed completely enraptured feeling nothing but pleasure while he was held in my ex-lover's arms, caressing Wesley's nipples pinching, pulling one than the other, as Wes seemed to melt into Angel's arms.

At one point Angel knew I was watching. I froze mesmerized watching breathlessly as Angel pulled Wes's pants down and pushed his legs further apart, exposing Wesley with his pants scrunched at his hips, as he stood ridged with his need. Damn, he's a hell of a lot bigger than I ever gave him credit for. I couldn't stop as I watched Angel start dry humping into Wes. Making Wes' member weave and bounce into exaggerated movements until it slapped back against his stomach leaving a wet trail. A wet trail that glistened and I hate to admit but I wanted to crawl over there and lick clean.

Fuck, I have to stop this, move away. But I can't my desires, my need, won't let me.

Forcibly, I closed my eyes; when all this started I really thought-well I don't know what I thought. But seeing them now, like this, with Wes always just one-step away from one of them-his mates, the first to move into a caress. Giles had said that Wes did some kind of mating call before. The Wes I knew, the uptight unemotional watcher is gone. In his place is a completely different man. One who obviously is embracing his changes-can't seem to say that about all of them. Angel, or Angelus I'm not sure which seems lost almost enthralled to the passion as much as Wes does. But I guess that's understandable with the amount of self-sex he's had in the last one hundred years. And Spike's like take charge guy without the cheesiness, being bossy, but at the same time sharing it, but he's also cut off. Though watching him now, or when he let Wes comfort him, and then he comforted Dawn; it just not a Spike I'm used to seeing.

Xander, I can see, and almost feel his conflicting emotions. I wish it did, but the spell didn't wipe away his love for Anya, and to see the both of them hurting like this when it could be our last days. Then he has all the stuff with Angelus. Stuff, I'm not sure about don't know exactly what happened, but I plan on finding out.

Something compels me to open my eyes. Ah shit.

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As Buffy opened her eyes she noticed Angel's eyes flashing yellow. They were now directed at the person who came up, and stood beside her. The barely audible whisper reached Buffy's ears, but it was enough as she heard the pain mixed in with the lust as Xander utter one word, "Leave."
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Angel watched with restraint as Xander clasped Wesley's hand and dragged him upstairs to find their room. Turning back, frustrated and angry at Spike, he noticed his childe's body was tense and stood with his eyes closed, and for just one second he seemed to sway. Without further thought Angel moved and held Spike in his arms. Concern etched in his voice as he spoke, "What, what is it childe?"

Spike took a moment to enjoy the comfort his Sire offered before pushing away. Staring into his Sire's eyes Spike try to see if he felt anything other than the ardeur. No, the ponce didn't feel anything, but the pulse of the ardeur. Shaking his head in disgust Spike turned away knowing that he couldn't really share this, or open his shields now without loosing himself to the ardeur and creating pain for his poof of a Sire.

Angel winced as he saw, and felt his Will pull away physically and mentally. "Why? Why are you blocking me childe, I can help."

Spike turned laughing in Angel's face. "Right, the only help you want is a long hard shag."

Angel smirked at the truth of those words, "Yes, I do want you, I want them." Angel inclined his head in the direction their mates went. Then walked closer to his childe tilting his head up to face him caressing Spike's throat with his finger tips before he moved his hand up over Spike's jaw-line, and his thumb softly caressed the outline of Spike's lips "But I know you're hurting. I can see it, and you're blocking everything, from me, our mates. Why?"

Spike leaned into his Sire sighing an unneeded breath as he enjoyed the caress. After several moments Spike again forced himself to pull away, but the anger was squashed and was replaced by insecurities and the pain of being forced to keep the bond blocked. Ducking his head Spike avoided his Sire's look, and started to walk away.

"No," Angel exclaimed roughly, turning his childe to face him, "tell me now!"

Spike tried to manifest the anger again, but failed as he stared at Angel seeing the openness of his love and concern. "The bond isn't just to our mates. It extends to those we marked, like Clem." Angel nodded his understanding. "Well we've lost some. If I don't block it it'll hurt-----"

"Xander, Wes?" Angel answered.

Spike nodded, "And the others."

"Me." Angel answered flatly in a whisper that only Spike's vampire could hear. "But why? I could help bear the burden."

Spike shook his head, "No you're weak from the ardeur." Spike laughed bitterly, "Not enough shagging in this last century. Me? I didn't want this. Didn't want them, or need them-not like this. Had, wanted Dru. You, and Angelus on the other hand wanted both of them. Have for a long time; makes it easier for the ardeur to control you. Until after the cycle, it's better this way."

Angel nodded conceding to Spike's life experience of mating with Dru, and dealing with a bond. Angel did feel out of control, needy, and the overpowering need to `shag' as Spike put it. In fact, shag each of them into tomorrow. The fact that he stared at Buffy enjoying her excitement while he dry fucked Wesley in a room with other people, humans, and friends watching him scared the shit out of him. More so that, it turned him on even more. Even Angelus wasn't that much of an exhibitionist.

"How many?" Angel asked.

"Don't know exactly. A few, don't know how many we marked. Thankful the mark on a human lasts only a few years." Spike stated trying not to think of the losses, the emptiness he felt.

Angel didn't know what to say, what he could do to help his childe. His feelings were conflicted to the point all he wanted was to hold Spike, taste him, and lose himself inside. "I-----"

"Don't." Spike could smell his arousal, his Sire's need. "In a couple of hours you'll get what you need. I-----" Spike turned knowing he needed to say this now before he lost his nerve. "Later when we're with them, I want Wesley. You take the boy."

Angel couldn't help but stare none of this made any sense. "Why? You can't tell you don't want him."

"It doesn't matter, and I am telling what I want. No I'm demanding." Anger finally fueled him as he turned and spat, "You created all of this. If I have to do this then I take who I want."

Angel's eyes flashed yellow, as the un-rational anger he felt was returned. "I don't need to feel this damn bond to know you'll hurt him. Besides he doesn't want me."

"And when did any of this become about wants? I wanted Dru. I wanted to be with her. I wanted this chip out, but I don't get my wants, do I? I'll give what I have to no more, no less." Spike turned and quickly stalked off as Angel stood there looking at the empty space that held his childe moments ago, and felt only felt a pain that he couldn't fix.

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Beads of blood one after another danced in a fluid motion, streaming down and melding into larger pools of red that covered Cain's nude body as more blood was sprayed out as with each pulsing pass with his whip he beat the remaining flesh of his prey. His hands were rubbed raw after long hours of switching back and forth going from various fine leather whips to metal chains as he whipped their frail bodies until they where artfully flayed. Once he was done with one body stripped of its skin and where the blood no longer sprayed out; the body was then tossed as nothing more than the lump of disposable flesh. With fresh flesh, Cain would restart his game on another. "Turn this one." Cain called out as a minion rushed forward to do his bidding, uncuffing and turning the half flayed exposing the remaining skin of the unconscious and barely alive human flesh.

Cain ignored the minion walking pass the hanging flesh to the back of his private game room where a row of five large cells. Of the five, three cells were empty leaving only two cells that held his private game of human flesh. Humans large, small, male and female milled around inside the cells each mindless cattle that were magically branded, and deprived of speech by his witches. Nothing but feed and game toys to relieve his stress, or boredom; at the moment it was both. A minion stood at attention awaiting his master's orders as the master eyed his food. "Bring me those twins, then fetch Marcel, I have use for him."

The minion bowed as Cain turned and walked away. Unleashing his keys, the minion opened the cell and dragged out the blond twins the master requested. Barely sane they stood docile not knowing their true fate even though they clasped each other's hands in comfort to face their fear together. The minion clipped a leash to each of their collars. Once he had the leash in hand he picked up the phone and ordered for Marcel another of the Master's toys to make his way to the game room. Upon entering the game room, the deaf mute women squirmed silently as they recognized the scent that always permutated the air as they were pulled passed the fallen bodies of past fellow cellmates, and realized they were being lead to their death. The minion bowed as he passed the leash into his Master's hands and took his leave to await further orders.

"Marcel?" Cain inquired as he sat down on a monstrous silver throne in the center of the room.

"Here my liege." A beautiful young man with raven hair that hung in a long sweep, ambled into the room. He was nude with a dusty gold hue about his skin that was decorated head to toe in various gold jewels displaying a grace as he walked toward his Master bowed then kneeled at his Master's feet.

"Good, you will relax me while I feed." Cain grabbed his slave's hair indicating the position he wanted until he was firmly settled deep within Marcel's mouth. Cain pulled one blond to him and twisted her nipple hard causing her to arch painfully into him trying to ease the tension of his grip. Cain chuckled as he pinched even harder tearing at the skin beneath his fingers drawing blood as she instinctively opened her mouth to scream, but she only quaked further in his arms as her twin cried hysterically witnessing her sisters torture. Cain paused a moment inhaling their shared scent of fear. An almost tangible asset that was almost indistinguishable one from the other that only brought Cain more pleasure. He gently turned her toward him caressing her neck as he started licking away the tears then just as quickly snapped her neck while he watched her twin's surprised expression as she watched her twin slither to the floor dead.

Cain only laughed harder as he watched the live flesh bounce, crawl, and scream silent screams trying in vein to get away. He pulled the leash tighter to where her strained face was only inches from his demonic face as he licked her cheek tasting her horrified fear through her tears as it filled the room and finally he was satisfied of the difference from the lingering stench that came from her sister's dead form. "Marcel, up! I'll have her ride me, but put your mouth to good use, and get her ready." Marcel nodded and shifted his head as he forced the girl's legs to open for him before he dived in putting his talented tongue to work. Cain laughed again, enjoying the girl's shock expression, as magic flared through her body controlling her physical responses, as Marcel tasted her core. She frantically tried to twist away and pull her legs closed, but Cain was tiring of her antics and grasped her throat cutting off her air supply effectively forcing her to calm. Slowly, he eased the pressure giving her small pockets of air making sure she learned her lesson before he completely removed his hand.

Cain watched as she complied with the invasion to her virgin body. Her struggled now was to mentally fight the magic, and the new sensations it created as Marcel's talented mouth worked on her. Cain joined in Marcel's attack against her senses as he gently stroked her breasts watching as her nipples became erect under his attentions, and she started to unconsciously lean into Cain's strokes. The girl was bombarded with unfilled need as her body spiraled out of control. Her body started to shake through her first orgasm Cain placed his mouth over one nipple sucking lightly at first. And then he raked it between his teeth allowing his fangs to descend as he played taking small nips drawing blood in small amounts, but tasting the war of her forbidden pleasure as she rode through the first orgasm.

Marcel didn't stop as he continued to work her body; her arms flagged beside her until the magic completed its control of her body overruling all sense. She frantically pulled the head closer to her core that was bringing her such pleasure and she started riding his mouth hard needing more. Cain laughed reaching down to entwine his hand with hers and pushed Marcel harder into her as he bite into her tender flesh. She quivered in his arms with a dance as old as time, and Cain enjoyed the preview for what was to come. "Marcel come up here let me taste her."

The girl looked up with dazed as the pleasure was taken away, and she saw the boy. His face glistened, and she blushed with revulsion as she realized the wetness she felt between her legs was now visible on the one who forced such pleasure from her body as he leaned forward and was thoroughly kissed by the Master.

Cain watched her childlike movements as he brought her finger to Marcel's face wiping some of the moisture still there then force fed her, her own essence. He leaned forward and licked one side of Marcel's face as he pulled her forward to copy his movements. Hesitantly she reached out with her tongue and tasted the same mixture that the Master had fed her a moment ago.

Cain moved his fingers down to her core feeling the slick wetness and inserted a finger in and felt for her maidenhead, and watched as she silently gasped in pleasure as he gently probed her. As he lifted her and adjusted so she was barely over his throbbing cock swiping his cock over her clit then pushed through her folds until his cock head was at her hymens entrance. Holding her steady he held her there as she stared wide eye, and then Cain forcefully brought her body down effectively breaking through her maidenhead. He securely held her for several minutes enjoying the scent of her fresh virgin blood. Slowly, he lifted her before slamming her back down on his rod creating a slow stead rhythm. Cain finally let her go when she started following the rhythm herself and pumped down harder trying to chase the spiral of pleasure. Cain started playing with her nipples pulling and twisting between bites until he started bruising her, but she was so caught up in the chase it only increased her arousal.

"Marcel step up, let me see you." Marcel stepped up so his Master had easy access to Marcel's own throbbing leaking cock. Cain watched the girl's startled face as she watched him slowly watching as he slowly reached out his tongue and licked up the one side of Marcel cock following a pulsing vein up to the head and licked away some of the oozing pre-ejaculation. Cain wanted to smirk as she stared was a mixture of repulsion and fascination. Cain eyed her and gently prodded her by gently guiding her head indicating what he wanted her to try. He grabbed her hips slowing down her pace not ready to allow her to come yet. Her delicate small tongue reached out and copied the trail that Cain had shown her up to the tip of his cock, as she tasted Marcel for the first time. Cain moved her head away and had her watch as he swallowed Marcel's cock down to the root and back up to the head sucking hard then back down, causing Marcel to moan as his Master bobbed his head over his cock. Finally Cain lifted up and indicted that she should follow his example, and then opening his mouth and throat wide he pointed to his teeth and shook his head pinching her nipple painfully. Cain smelled the fear as she swallowed nervously and closed her eyes until she felt a light pinch that made her buck in pleasure and overrode the pain he created. Cain laughed at her over-stimulated reaction, but nodded toward the leaking cock near her face. It took several tries but she finally opened her throat enough to swallow the cock down to its root without using her teeth. Once she accomplished this Cain slowly started to speed up his rhythm and with one hand played with her clit while the other clamped firmly behind her head holding it in place as Marcel started to follow his Master's pace. The girl's second orgasm filled the air, but neither stopped, nor slowed in there pace, and she was soon brought to another one. Soon Cain was slamming into the girl at a furious pace as Marcel fucked her mouth. After the first couple of orgasms the girl's pleasure turned into pain as Cain and his boy continued to fuck her. Cain whispered a few words magically locking her jaws open to be used without damaging his toy.

Cain clamped the girl's arms to her side as magic controlling her pleasure waned and she tried to fight, and push them away. Her scent of fear took over filling the air increasing Cain's arousal as he started using his vampire speed and strength by fucking her to death. Blood started leaking from her mouth and down Cain cock as her insides were torn apart. Cain could smell her death was near as he held her limp unconscious body. "Come on her face, now." Cain shouted to Marcel. The boy pulled out and came just as his Master ordered. Cain laughed watching as Marcel's jets of come splattered her face, down to her neck. Inhaling, he lick away some of the cum, swallowing just as he bit down hard, opening her vein and swallowing the last of her life at the same moment he came.

Once Cain came he pulled out of her and threw her dead body toward her twin, "Get rid of them." He stated to a minion who had stood in the dark against the wall awaiting orders. Cain grabbed Marcel to sit in his lap kissing his boy until he was bored. Pushing him away, he slapped the boys ass playfully, "Go now until I call you."

Refreshed and ready to renew his play, Cain eyed the hanging flesh awaiting him and laughed. "Will you two stay watching, or have you had enough entertainment?" Cain asked as he ignored looking at his two of his childer when they entered the room while he examined which whip he'd use next.

"Never enough. Watching you Father is a grand experience." Amber slithered up behind her father and Master, inhaling the scents around him, eyeing the Pollock design that covered his body in blood with undeniable lust.

"Yes, well flattery won't change the facts. What are the others doing? Ready to move?" Cain asked as he turned waiting for Stephan to answer.

"Young Nicholas is watching over his new childe. Many of the minions are talking that they saw Sasha with a thrall, most likely a gift from Nicholas to compensate his new status." Stephan heard father's growl, but continued on, "The witches have retreated to their rooms. Te is still being punished, and Elliot is busy sulking. Things were packed, and three teams of minions have moved on ahead to prepare for our arrival." Stephan couldn't keep his discuss from his next words. "The word has spread, and others have started to surround the Hellmouth area."

Cain moved toward his first childe gently cupping his face, "Don't concern yourself with them, they just want a ringside seat to watch Angelus' fall, and fall to dust he will." Stephan nodded his agreement. "Now is transport ready?"

Stephan nodded again. Cain smiled caressing the whip in his hands. "Good, the cargo will be ready to ship later tonight after the sun sets. Amber take Te, and get her ready. Tomorrow night we will be in Sunnydale, and all will be ours." Cain returned his attention back to the hanging flesh, "Leave me now."

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Faith could see in it the distance, they were only about seven houses away from B's. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here; the impulse was driving her in another direction. But Mouse was barely hanging on, actually she was passed the point of hanging on, and Faith was just dragging her along. At least at B's she could try and call some of the others maybe get some help, or a lift. Yea they'll give me a lift all right, a lifting hand back to prison. She only hoped that whatever was going on would override their natural instincts.

As they neared the house Faith felt her slayer senses tingling with warning before she actually saw them as five vamps slowly came toward them. And not one was a fledging, but minions older stronger than a fresh grave crawling vamp. "No fucking way."

A few vamps heard her and outright laughed at her predicament. "Fuck!" `Just fuck, fuck, fuck; like we haven't traveled and fought enough tonight. There's no fucking way I can fend, and fight all of them while protecting Mouse. Damn it baby you've got to snap of this.'

"Shit, Mouse listen to me, you see them?" Faith pulled Mouse harshly slapping her face trying to get a reaction. When it didn't work Faith took a deep breath. Her last resort was to trick Mouse knowing that if this didn't work most likely she'd be dead before the fight was over. Swallowing her fear trying to put as much anger into her next words as possible, "They're back, they were there. They killed Dally." Faith felt a slight hesitation, "Your Dally! She's dead because of them. They're vampires, remember. We need to dust them. You're going to have to fight, kill them for taking Dally away. Can you."

Faith was interrupted, "Yes slayer, tell your human to come fight. I'm sure she'll taste as good as, who?-Ah yes Dally you said. I'm sure my childer will enjoy her while we take you." As he spoke three additional vamps came up behind him waiting his signal. Faith glanced at Mouse squeezing her hand one last time then forced a stake into her hand then pushed her behind her back. He laughed as they stalked closer encircling them before he ordered, "Take them!"

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Xander and Wes made their way upstairs after Spike told them to leave. Xander didn't even question his own motivation to be close to Wesley as he held his hand. In the first bedroom down to the left hall, they saw Dawn and Anya making up a bed. Xander glanced in the room, but kept moving forward to find Cordelia. Dawn noticed them as and called out, "Hey Xan?"

Xander stopped took a breath and forcibly let go of Wesley hand, and avoided looking at Wes, as he was filled with guilt. Nudging past Wes, Xander walked into the room. "Hey Dawnie. What can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing really, I." Dawn rushed into Xander's arms and hugged him hard. Looking up over her shoulder, Xander looked to Anya for an answer.

Anya just shrugged her shoulders and stated, "It's probably the ardeur."

Xander's eyes widen in fear because he didn't want to feel the way he did, like he did downstairs. He felt he was losing control as it was around his mates, but anything with Dawn. He shuddered at the thought.

At Xander's look, "No, not like that. She's lucky. She's not a real teenager like those in that movie you like `American Pie'." Anya announced.

Dawn turned in Xander's arms and angrily faced Anya. "Hey, I am too real!"

Anya just stared at her, "Yes, you are real now, but you weren't. You were a big green energy key thing made by monks. Probably didn't even have any orgasms when they made you. What was it two years ago? You were----"

"An!" Xander called as he felt Dawn stiffen over Anya's words.

"All I meant was she's too young to really feel what the rest of us feel. She's lucky. I would gladly trade places with her." Anya stated as she quickly walked out of the room.

Xander just stood there as Dawn hugged him. Each consoling the others pain while they heard Anya practically run down the stairs. A soft cough brought his attention back to the present as he held Dawn and saw Fred enter the room nervously fidgeting as she stood there. "I think what Anya was trying to say is that due to the usual circumstances around Dawn's birth, in some areas she's developing slower, but the ardeur, or bond is still effecting her."

Wesley who stood behind Xander asked, "How? What did Anya say? How much does she know about the ardeur? In what way is it affecting Dawn?"

"For Dawn not too much, and nothing dramatic. But she needs constant comfort, and she doesn't want to be alone. She seems to feel our pain." Fred looked at Dawn who nodded her agreement before continuing on. "That's why she was here with Anya in the first place."

Xander closed his eyes for a moment hating the price they were forced to pay. Xander felt a hand clasp his shoulder and knew Wes was trying to offer solace.

Shame filled him as his body responded to the touch. Jerkily, but gently Xander pushed Dawn away just as Cordelia walked up and stood in the doorway. "What another break? Don't you people know the meaning of work?"

It took a minute before Xander processed what she said; this coming from Cordelia Chase, and with a deadly serious expression on her face. Xander couldn't stop it as the giggles started to escape until they turned into an outright boisterous laughter. Cordelia blushed realizing she was the butt of her own joke, and got angrier by the minute.

Xander's hysterical laughter filled the room, and was echoed by Wes, Fred, and Dawn as they all stared at Cordelia.

Cordy crossed her arms, and firmly faced them. "Fine, laugh all you want as you work. This room's done. Fred, and Dawn can get started on the next bedroom. And you two can do your own bed." Cordelia grabbed Xander's hand and pulled him down the hall to the master bedroom.

Opening the doors they stood facing a very large bedroom, empty except for a very large bed in the center. Sheets sat in a pile on the mattress along with pillows and curtains that still needed to be hung. The laughter died in their throats as the realization of everything that bed represented came rushing back to both Xander and Wesley.

Cordelia pushed them forward saying, "And I'll leave you two to make your own bed." As she shut the door she took a long haggard breath as her own words hit her along with a graphic mental slideshow.

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Boxes were scattered on the floor as Scott rummaged through one after another looking a container of syrup. After the third box he exclaimed, "Eureka."

"Found it, great. Scoot those boxes over---" Ann was embarrassed to say Lindsey's new name the one Spike wanted, and couldn't even look at Lindsey without blushing red. Scott wasn't really paying attention as he scoot the boxes over to Parker who was organizing the stack boxes he was bringing in from the vehicles. Anne noticed and shook her head, "No the other one."

Scott shook his head trying to calm his thoughts, but it was no longer working. He knew who Anne meant, heard some of the commotion, and felt the results. "So is that it? We're nothing more then enslaved game pieces in a fucked up porno war?" They each stopped working and stared at Scott's outburst.

"I've listened to what they said, tried to rationalize it. But I still don't get it. So I dated Buffy, survived graduation. I moved away started college. Had a life, nothing grand, but a nice standard life. Now I'm back in Sunnydale. And so now I'm facing death? Or become him? Well I quit, I want out." Scott glared at Tara and Anne.

Tara looked down then quietly said, "I'm sorry if we could have done something different." Anne looked up the pain shining in her eyes, her voice far away as the images bombarded her. "You didn't see them. They'll kill everything, everyone. Jay.she just ripped his arm off. We're safer here."

"Safer? How can you say that? So we stay, maybe alive, but end up like him reduced to a nothing. Every minute I'm screaming at myself to leave, to just get the hell out of here. My mind agrees, my body starts to move, but then it just stops. I'm trapped. This is not my choice. We're already no better than him. I." Scott looked at the others as his anger and frustration rose spinning hard he slammed his fist into the wall.

Scott stood there his shoulders shaking facing the wall allowing the tears to fall. Minutes passed before he was gently tugged toward the sink and his hand gently cleaned and held as smaller hands dried and wrapped his hand. "We can talk to them. When we sit down to eat. If there's a way that you can make a choice." Willow trailed off. "Can you wait until then?" Scott nodded numbly then walked over to help Anne.

"Think he'll be alright?" Willow quietly whispered.

Tara nodded, "You? Your tired." Tara reached out and held her lover enjoying the feel as Willow relaxed and melted into Tara's embrace.

"No more than anyone else. It'll be good to eat than rest. And since you're cooking I should let you get back to it. Call me again if there are any problems." Willow asked as she quickly kissed Tara.

Tara licked her lips of Willow's taste and nodded, "Love you."

Willow smiled, "Love you more." She squeezed Tara's hand and walked out with a last glance toward Scott and then Lindsey who were both obviously still upset. Willow's frown deepened when Lindsey turned, and she noticed the glimmer of tear tracks gracing his face, and realized he'd been silently crying as he worked.

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Part 26:

When Willow left the kitchen she sadly shook her head as she replayed preceding events. As soon as Willow had heard Tara's silent call she was in the kitchen. She was kind of shocked by Scott's physical display as she stared at the hole he had created. She was even more surprised that up until now no one had, had a mental break down. But it looked like both Scott and Lindsey were close to the edge, she wondered who would be first to break. Willow noticed Buffy bouncing down the stairs, and walked over to her. Coming to the bottom of the stairs Buffy asked, "So what happened?"

"Not much, Scott's very upset though." Willow stated then sighed as she saw Buffy's frown knowing she would blame herself no matter what she said, she just needed to find the right thing to say.

"He's got a good reason. They all do," Buffy stated flatly.

"Don't do that. None of this is your fault. It's not like you chose to be the slayer," Willow answered.

"No, not for being a slayer, but I did have a choice back then about letting anyone in, get close to me," Buffy mumbled sadly.

"Buffy you can." Willow didn't get to finish as Graham came up behind them and interrupted them.

"Hey Buffy, everything's in now." Graham turned toward the door as they watched Oz carry an unconscious Devon in, and over to the mattress by the alcove. Where Oz gently laid him down. "He wouldn't let any of us help." Graham looked down questionably, "You mentioned earlier about moving the vehicles?" Graham asked.

"Yeah, sure lets go." Buffy turned back to Willow as she walked Graham to the door. "We'll talk later, `kay?"

"You can count on it," Willow answered back then walked over toward Oz.

Kneeling down close, but not close enough to intrude into Oz's space where Devon laid as Oz hovered over him protectively, Willow offered a hesitant smile. "How's he doing?" Willow whispered.

At first she didn't think Oz would answer, but finally he choked out, "Same."

Willow took this chance to really look at Oz, her ex, and his mate, Devon. Oz hadn't changed much, his hair was once again a strawberry/sand blond, and still in the same messed up spiky look. Luckily the style, and Oz's laziness was a good match. He was wearing a standard Oz wardrobe; a Nix's tee shirt though it was torn, jeans, and a couple of new earrings gracing his ears. Actually, the only thing really different was his love, and mate Devon; who looked anything but fine. Everything Oz didn't say, or do, spoke volumes of his love, devotion, and his pain at seeing Devon unconscious.

"If you want, Tara and I can fix up an herbal brew for healing that might help, if you can get him to drink it." Oz didn't move, or look up for a moment and then slowly nodded his consent. Willow nodded back then started to get up; as she did Oz's hand reached and squeezed her hand. Willow smiled as she squeezed his hand back, and told him as she got up, "I'll go and get started then." As she walked away, Willow swallowed her own pain as she remembered losing Tara mentally to Glory, it was a hell that she never wanted to revisit, and just the thought of losing Tara--- she knew would drive her insane. Shaking the memories and thoughts away, she focused on the now as she headed up the stairs to get various things she, and Tara would need.

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"Get your hands off of me." Giles batted the hands away. Looking up he still couldn't believe Ethan Rayne was here in the flesh, trying to hold him, and with Olivia no less. With his glasses smashed and his face swollen from various blows it was difficult for Giles to see her, or Ethan. But it didn't matter with Ethan; he was permanently etched in Giles mind just as they were in college. Before he could say anything more the hands were back soothing his pounding head with a cloth as Ethan whispered enchanted words of healing. Sighing Giles gave in, but refused to give Ethan the satisfaction that he was enjoying the attention. Mumbling Giles asked, "What the hell are you doing here? Last time I saw you they were carting you off in cuffs, and for a very long stay if I recall correctly."

Ethan gave a heavy sigh as he stopped enchanting to talk to his inquisitive friend. "Did you really believe that that situation was anything more than temporary? Come on Rupert, you should know me better than that."

Giles snorted at that remark. "Please don't remind how well I do know you."

"Tsk, tsk, and here I thought you were mature enough to start admitting some home truths," Ethan quietly stated as he returned to cleaning the blood and dirt away from Giles' face and neck in a gentle soft soothing motion.

Giles ignored the tenderness Ethan was demonstrating on him, and instead focused on the old hurts to fuel his anger. "Yes, I'll admit some truths, you are an untrustworthy cutthroat, a cad, and one of the most despicable men I've had the misfortune to meet."

Ethan bit his lip to keep from outright laughing in Ripper's face. Though the words, and tone gave away the anger and hurt of all Ethan's past deeds. It was Giles' body in his arms that only a moment ago was stiff, and unyielding, but was now lax and unconsciously sought the comfort Ethan was providing. With a slight gilt of humor Ethan answered, "Now, that's my Ripper."

Irritated Giles spat out, "I'm not your anything."

This time Ethan did out right laugh as he said, "Now, now there you go again old man telling lies, soon you'll be like that chap with the long wooden nose."

Though weak from his injuries Giles struggled to get himself out of Ethan's grasp, with every intention of hitting him.

Ethan eased his grip; fearful Giles would hurt himself further, and waited until Giles' injuries wore him out. Then Ethan caressed him back into a more comfortable position. "If you want to beat me to a pulp old boy I suggest you let yourself heal first so you can do a right fine job of it." Ethan felt more than saw the tension ease out of the body in his arms as Ripper lost consciousness once again. Ethan glanced quickly at the still unconscious boy on his opposite side then at the man twisted in his seat before nodding, as he saw Olivia's questioning glare though the rearview mirror as she continued to drive. Hearing Olivia's sigh, Ethan once again returned his attention to chanting the healing spell.

Gunn sat contorted in his seat as he silently watched their exchange until Giles lost consciousness again; turning around again he stared out of the window. He didn't know this Ethan, but he was damn happy he was here as he replayed the events in his mind.

The last thing Gunn remembered before he lost consciousness was seeing Giles go down, and being unable to help him. He had turned to help Owen, and even as he did----he can remember clearly that he believed that it was over. There were too many, and his injuries made it impossible to run away, so he did what he had done all of his life---fight. But just as he was about to reach Owen, he was engaged in a losing battle with a vampire about to bite him. Physically unable to stop his attacker Gunn closed his eyes to the inevitable---then preceded to fall as the grip that held him was no longer there. Cautiously, moments later Gunn opened his eyes and saw a beautiful Nubian princess kneeling at his side shouting at someone else screaming that he was alive.

"Are you all right?" She asked gently in a soft English voice, as she gently assessed his arm and shoulder.

Blinking away his confusion, Gunn nodded as the realization hit him that he was alive; that the cavalry had arrived. The black beauty whispered, "Don't move I'll be right back," as she moved over to Owen who lay in a bloody heap.

"He's alive, but barely," She shouted out.

Gunn tried to sit up to see who she was yelling to, but the man's face was blocked as he carried Giles in his arms toward them. The woman jumped up and ran over to them, gushing questions as she ran, "How is he? Will he be alright? Where is he hurt? We have to take him to hospital." The last was borderline hysterical. "Ethan.?"

"Olivia, calm down." As Ethan gently moved Giles under a spotlight over the loading dock to better see his injuries. Without looking at Olivia, he exclaimed loud enough for Gunn to hear, "We got here in time."

Gunn tried to move again, but gasped as pain spasmed through his side. Ethan turned and quickly inspected Gunn's injuries. "Let me guess you were supposed to be the muscle protecting my Rupert?"

Gunn winced at the man's tone. Injuries and losses were something Gunn hated above all else, but he had learned to live with them as a fighter. As a leader he knew the probabilities and price you can pay, and each injury and loss he was reminded about through his dreams, but just because his head knew that didn't make one of his hurt any easier.

Olivia saw the man's eyes glaze over, re-living the fight in his mind; a fight that would have had a different conclusion if they hadn't arrived when they did. "Ethan!" She demanded, "We don't have time for this." Moving toward the man on the floor, "I told you not to move. Listen when I tell you something. Now where is the slayer?"

Gunn was surprised by the beauty's sudden control, and the mention of the slayer. "We were to get medical supplies. The clinic was closest, they don't carry any blood supplies, so we thought it'd be safe enough."

Gunn heard the other man snicker, but as the woman wiped his brow he continued, "They moved to the mansion, safer ground."

"Right, Olivia, gather supplies. I'll move the boy first." Ethan ordered.

She started to move and then turned and asked, "But the hospital?"

"No, it's not safe. We'll take what we need and join the slayer."

Nodding Olivia started to gather the supplies; she assumed had been dropped when the fight began. She looked over as Ethan quickly bandaged the unconscious boy enough to move him. "We'll need more."

As Ethan bandaged the man, who was really no more than a boy, he was disgusted at the slayer; allowing them to go out without better protection. "Agreed, but not now we don't have time. During daylight hours it'll be safer. What the slayer should have done."

Gunn quickly defended their choice, "We need the supplies now; we have some badly injured."

Ethan looked up with anger clearly in his eyes, and voice, "Right, luckily now you only have four injured, and not three dead. Good decision on the slayer's part."

Gunn had the grace to lower his eyes. He didn't know how to explain the need they had to help. Giles had said the little guy Oz was a werewolf and the other one was his mate, and speculated that's why we were feeling an urgency to save him; that it was through the connection, and it was never a question that Buffy was needed to protect the larger group. The entire situation was crazy. One moment they were horny teenage boys the next, feeling an intense despair over a stranger's injury. Logically he could see the stupidity of not waiting until sunrise, but it didn't erase the powerful needs the connection inspired.

They moved quickly and efficiently gathering the supplies needed and moving the injured to the car. Ethan handed the keys to Olivia and moved to the back with Giles and Owen, while Gunn took the front passenger seat. Within moments they were on their way back to the mansion.

*****

Xander was finally able to tear his eyes away from the bed and he hesitantly glanced at Wesley who stood rigidly beside him.

Reaching for Wesley's hand, Xander asked, "You ok?"

Wes nodded embarrassed by his excitement, which coursed, through his body.

Xander watched the blush spread over Wesley's delicate skin and turn from white to a dusty rose. Lifting a finger toward Wesley's face, Xander traced flush of the heated skin to the tips of Wesley's ears. Watching with an intense fascination, Xander enjoyed the sight and feel of the heat everywhere he touched. As the color rose to a deeper shade Xander couldn't resist and his tongue followed the path his finger mapped out a pattern on Wes' ear down to the lobe. Where upon arrival he nibbled and sucked enjoying the gasps of pleasure that escaped Wesley's mouth as Xander pressed himself closer.

Xander clasped him into a tight embrace as he trailed his mouth searching for those thin lips that begged to be played with. Xander forcibly held Wes' head in place and he licked at those lips as they opened. Xander enjoyed the delightful sounds he was forcing from those lips as Wes panted and moaned with excitement.

Xander chuckled as he felt Wes' hands pull at his hips pressing the two men tighter together feeling the hard evidence of their arousal. Though through the fabric of their clothing Wes started to rub their excited cocks together. Xander moaned and attacked Wesley's mouth; pushing his tongue in deeper tasting every crevice until their tongues met and started a dance of dominance that Xander easily won.

"Alright here you go more than enough-----" Neither heard the knock just before the door swung open and Cordelia marched in talking. She caught sight of them locked in an embrace and sucking face. Dropping the towels, soap and a few amenities, she stood frozen watching them for a moment before they pulled away each slightly disgruntled by the interruption.

Xander pointedly looked at Cordelia in a silent demand asking to know why she was there.

Blushing Cordy stammered, "I knocked first, so don't look at me that way."

Xander smirked glad she got the point.

Frustrated, and confused over her own libido she did what she knew best, she struck out verbally, "Fine, I get that the spell worked, but do you think you can hold off on the viagra bond aspect long enough that we can get some work done. It's bad enough we have to witness stuff, and also to feel effects. It's no wonder Anya's running around here trying to find a small bit of relief from you-it can't be easy when she was your fianc� a few hours ago. But do we have to wait on you too like a maid service?" Pointing to the uncovered windows, and continued in a well-practiced condemning voice she used throughout high school. "Unless you WANT your so called mates to be ashes."

Reeling mentally from the pain and shock in their eyes, Cordelia swallowed hard; she wanted to be sick from not being able to stop herself from her childish outburst and hurtful words. Holding her breath, she walked out slamming the door. Confusion, pain and anger filled her for losing control even as she recognized the shame and sexual frustration she felt stemmed from her own jealousy of not feeling completely a part of them.

Cordelia didn't even realize when Fred quietly came up beside her, until she felt Fred brush away a few tears before grabbing her hand and gently leading her away.

Wesley stood there, shame overwhelming him as he replayed Cordelia's words in his head. Turning slightly Wesley saw a mirror image of his emotions reflected in Xander's eyes. Pain, guilt, and shame washed over him anew as he examined his emotions, and shamefully wanton actions.

Wes bit down, painfully hard, on the inside of his cheek, drawing blood to keep from rushing into Xander's arms trying to comfort him. All he wanted to do was make the pain go away, but he realized that he was part of the cause. It was the spell, the bond that was causing this havoc with their emotions, their desires. But that was the problem too, it was the spell that made Xander, and the others want him. They didn't really want, need him-it was only the spell that was making them feel that way. Swallowing the blood in his mouth Wesley turned his focus to the pile of curtains on the floor. Walking over, he picked up a stack and silently started to work.

Xander barely noticed the movement for several moments, before quietly following Wesley's example to prepare the room by making it sun proof; safe.

*****

Cain walked purposely entering his chambers, sated for the moment from his games. Glancing at the clock he realized if he didn't hurry he'd be late for tea. Without pausing he announced to the silent servant, who stood by the door awaiting orders. "My gray suit, and yellow flowers today, possibly daisies." Licking blood from his fingers he muttered to himself as he entered the bathroom and started to adjust the water. "I wonder if daisies are in season? She loves daisies."

Smiling at the thought, Cain entered the expansive circular glass shower. Standing directly under the spray he maneuvered the powerful multiple jets to pulse, and heat his tired cold body. The water pounded away relaxing the muscles he exerted from his earlier activities. Directing the spray to concentrate on those muscles his body released the tension as quickly as the colorful swirls of blood circling the drain as it was washed away from his body.

As the water lightened from the dark blood reds to soft pinks Cain reached for his herbal scented soap and quickly started to wash away the stubborn blood that had dried, along with grisly pieces that stuck to various body parts. Minutes later as the water drained clear Cain stepped out with wafts of steam following in his wake.

A servant rushed forward with a towel and proceeded to dry his master, and then dress him. "Is the tray ready?" Cain inquired.

"Yes Sir." The servant quickly answered as he helped his Master dress.

"Good." Cain nodded than glanced at the clock again, "Quickly it is almost tea time. I mustn't be late."

Soon Cain stood there partially dressed in another newly made eighteenth century suit; a pair of soft gray suede tight-fitting breeches that fastened with garters just below his knees, striped stockings clung to his muscular legs from below his knees down to the buckle shoes on his feet. A simple gray waistcoat buttoned down the front was worn over a crisp cotton shirt with a slight ruffle at the cuff. Each was tailored fit to his body. His servant stepped back waiting for his Master as he held up the outer coat.

Shrugging the coat on Cain moved quickly as another servant followed wheeling a teacart down the hall. Approaching the secured door, Cain turned waiting for the servant to arrive with the cart then waited until he left before Cain punched the security code that allowed the door to open. Walking in backwards pushing the door open as he wheeled in the cart setting it to his left inside the room. Quickly Cain re-secured the code before turning around.

Elaine Claire the newest caretaker was a small waif of a girl with the body of a ten-year-old boy, belied her actual age in human years of sixteen. Cain had his witch, Sarah, cast a spell over the girl to have her mind match her body's slow growth as his thrall just as he had done with all the previous caretakers. Creating the image of an innocent child who was mentally no more than twelve, an obedient child who quickly knelt waiting in the proper position as she was taught as soon as she heard her Master enter.

Cain smiled at the girl's quick obedience; she was much smarter than the previous caretakers. He walked over crouching down and lifted the girl's face. She was clean and well groomed, dressed appropriately as was her position of a Lady's servant. He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb hoping this one would survive longer than the others. "And how is your lady today?"

Large bright blue eyes shined through a framed head of long wispy bangs of a golden white mop of hair as she nervously looked up biting her lip, and fighting down her fears before answering, "She is restless Sir." Nervously she licked her lip, "But I believe she'll be pleased to see you --------today, Sir."

Standing up, "As I am to see my Lady." Cain walked back toward the teacart surveying the arrangement wanting everything to be perfect. Quietly he asked, "Tell me has she made use of any of her gifts?" Silence was followed with the heavy scent of fear. Cain glanced in her direction and noticed the girl's lowered head, "She used them Sir, but not in the way you intended Sir." The girl inclined her head indicting the disheveled heap in the corner.

Seeing the evidence Cain sighed in growing frustration. "I see." Discarding his coat and hanging it on a hook he announced, "Come, I will feed you now." Cain held out his hand and waited as the girl slowly approached. He smiled at her reluctance reaching out when she was close enough. Walking over toward a high backed chair Cain made himself comfortable and gently seated the girl on his lap.

Placing a finger under her chin forcing her to look at him. "Now, I don't want a mess, understand?"

Hesitantly she nodded her head and watched as he rolled his sleeve back then sliced his wrist. She stared at the thin line as small bubbles of blood formed, bursting through the cut. Glancing at her Master she quietly asked, "May I Sir?"

Cain nodded approving of her manners knowing she would wait until he gave his permission. Cain watched as her small tongue delicately moved over the cut licking at the substance before her mouth quickly clamped on and savagely drew as much of the blood as she'd be allowed to take.

Cain chuckled at the child's ferocity as she attacked his wrist. After several minutes Cain whispered, "Enough." With one last lick she lifted her face licking her lips of the delicious elixir. Cain raised his wrist to his lips and licked the cut closed inspecting his sleeve as he did. He was pleased when he found no blood.

"Good, now be a good child and straighten up. I believe we've kept our Lady waiting long enough."

"Yes Sir." She exclaimed as she scurried off his lap, and over to a side table where a pitcher of water sat. She quickly groomed her face, brushing her teeth of any blood, and brushed her hair. With a quick glance in the mirror making sure she was presentable she returned to her Master retrieving his coat as she did, and held it out for him.

Cain stood picking up the girl as he did and placed her standing on the chair so she could properly help him with his coat.

Once that was done she took her place beside the teacart ready to bring it to her Mistress and serve them tea.

Cain eyed her, and asked, "Ready then?"

"Yes Sir, oh wait." She turned quickly gathering the flowers and presented them to Cain.

He smiled bowing slightly, "Yes mustn't forget these-thank you Miss Claire."

The girl curtsied, "You're welcome Sir." Then returned to her position waiting for his signal before she entered her Mistress' quarters. With his slight nod she moved forward guiding the cart, she rushed to open the doors, then pushed the cart in and moved over to the side announcing her Master, "Monsieur Cain, my Lady."

The room was grand in style as it was large. With splendid vaulted carved wood ceilings, lush, rich fabrics on the sofa and chairs, thick plush Persian rug beneath their feet, and dark rich mahogany wood panels enhanced the elaborate tapestries decorating the walls. A grand marble fireplace graced the center wall.

At the girls announcement the fireplace roared casting light to the shadows opening the room to a soft glow through the room. Out of the shadows a large life size painting stood out above the fireplace. Framed in a gilded craved wood frame stood the portrait of a beautiful woman.

Cain watched as his beloved woke from the painting and shimmered forward as her transparent image slowly floated down toward him. Cheerfully he asked as he held out his flowers for her, "Ah my love, lady Angela, how are you today?"

The apparition floated forward her beauty forever frozen exactly as it was originally captured on canvas in 1753; a medium height beauty with delicate ivory skin, and long soft chestnut curls framing a deep set of warm camel brown eyes. Prominent cheekbones, and a small button nose showcased full rich rouse lips. She was dressed in a light pinstriped rose chemise dress made in soft cotton with a dark rose-colored gauze sash. A beautiful sight that still stole Cain's unneeded breath away.

As Angela became more solid she first glanced at Elaine, and smiled sincerely at the child as she noticed the soft fresh pink glow of her skin and knew Cain had finally fed the child. Turning toward Cain again taking in the new suit he was trying to impress her with. She bit her lip in order to hide the true distain she had for him, but couldn't help the sad sulky sigh that escaped as she replied, "The same as yesterday, and the day before that, and every day for the last century." Noticing the slight flicker of pain cross Cain's features. "Cain please, I beg you stop this madness?" Angela desperately pleaded.

Cain frowned at her words before ignoring them as he thrust the flowers he still held toward her, "Please, Angela." As she ignored the flowers he looked away snapping his fingers, "Perhaps some tea will settle your nerves." Then he smiled, and added quietly, "and I bring you news."

Sighing she nodded and took a seat waiting as Elaine took the flowers, and then efficiently served them tea.

Cain tried to regain some of his excitement, "Things are finally moving forward darling. Angelus called on his marks, so they are gathering in one place-easier to destroy all of them at once. I have disbursed three groups to prepare for our arrival." Sipping his tea he glanced at her and saw no change in her demeanor, but Cain continued, "Stephan reported others are coming surrounding the hellmouth; soon everyone will know of Angelus' treachery. I will destroy every one of his as he destroyed us."

As her teacup began to shake Cain quickly knelt in front of her, careful not to touch her afraid she'd fade away back to the painting. "Please, Angela. darling our time is almost here. Don't fret, I promised he would pay-it's almost over just a little while longer."

Angela frowned with anger, "You don't listen! It is you. You did this to me!"

"No! No, my love, that bitch did this to us, and taking Angelus is the only way. I am strong enough now, we will win, and I will have you again!" Cain declared.

"No, please stop this. Cain?" Angela begged.

Cain sadly shook his head as he reached for the cup that shook in her hand, but it was lifted away from his grasp and flew across the room smashing it to pieces.

"Angela please?" Cain begged, "I ache to be with you!"

Standing she turned away and started to float toward the painting as her face shifted and her demon took over, "LEAVE!"

Sadly he stood doing as he was ordered. Stopping he spoke quietly knowing she'd hear him, "We leave tomorrow night. Only you and the child will travel. Your new room is being furnished now." Pausing he turned then added hoping it'd make a difference, "I hand selected those who will move you. You will be protected at all cost."

Cain watched in sadness as his love, Angela, stirred the air making the dishes on the cart shake in her anger. Cain knew, could feel that her anger was about to explode. And if her actions were from the anger she held toward Darla, or Angelus he would have been thrilled to watch as the fury of her demon came to the fore. But this had little to do with them--- once again she was angry with him.

Cain yelled to be heard over the roar of wind from the once still room as he retreated toward the door ignoring the child's cries as she hovered in the corner away from the flying derbies, "Any mess you make the child will stay to clean." Using his vampire speed he quickly walked out slamming the door closed securing it behind him as he heard the angry bellows beyond the door as his love smashed everything breakable in the room. Luckily there was little to break anymore. Over the years he'd learned through his mistakes to make the room a little less breakable. The tea set was such an item made of delicate porcelain instead of heavy silver that once graced the room because of what happened in 1925. In a fit of anger when Angela's demon took control she didn't realize until it was too late that the silver pot had hit the child, her caretaker, killing her instantly. Such things never fazed him, but Angela had refused to leave the painting for a decade. Her soul was consumed with guilt. He thought he had lost her until he realized the same catalyst; the child's death would also bring her back---with the blood and death of two children; he was once again graced with her presence.

As Cain secured the room he walked back to his own room. Ripping away the new coat followed by various articles of clothing from his body dropping them to the floor. In his mind's eye he replayed how her turn away from his---again, and the pain sliced through renewed at the memory. Angela his love, his childe, his mate torn away from him-first from his Sire Darla, now from Angela herself-both soul and demon turned away from him. He had to destroy Angelus, and all that was his---only then could he bring Angela back. He bellowed for a minion as he continued to strip, "Call Stephan and Marcus to my rooms---NOW."

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In anger and frustration Angela fought to control her demon as she floated near the painting that was effectively her prison. So deep in thought she didn't register the child's, Elaine, presence until she saw a light movement from the corner of her eye. Following the slight movement just as soft sniffles reached her ears and she saw Elaine on her knees picking up small pieces of china that were scattered across the floor. Quickly she floated down ashamed for her outburst. "Child please I'm so sorry-Shhh." A napkin floated up from the floor, shook in the air then danced its way toward the child dabbing her tears away.

"Shhh, are you alright now? I'd never hurt you Elaine, please believe me. Do you? Do you believe me?" Angela quietly asked.

The girl hesitantly nodded answering with a slight hiccup, "Yes my lady."

Angela smiled as the girl tried to be brave. "Would you like to play a game?"

At her nod Angela pointed toward a chair and they watched as it lifted high into the air spinning, shaking, and dipping a little dance above them. Then over a cleared carpeted area it turned upside down and shook again before flipping back, and floated close to where they were crouched on the floor. At Elaine's smile, Angela instructed her to go sit to watch the show.

Tentatively Elaine sat in the chair nervous at first she'd go flying into the wall. Angela smiled tenderly and told her to watch. Turning facing the mess Angela clapped her hands and as she pointed to various objects they began to rise off the floor. Angela looked back to see Elaine's reaction and was happy to see the girl's eyes brightened with delight as she stared wide-eyed at the broken pieces that hung in mid air.

"Are you ready to play?" Angela asked and got an enthusiastic nod in return.

*****