Incan Mummy Princess

Monday morning found the students of Sunnydale High enjoying a cultural experience at the local museum in honor of their soon to be arriving exchange students. The students milled around the various exhibits and displays. Chattering quietly, or just looking around.

On one side of the room stood Cordelia, who glared at the bumbling idiot talking to Willow. When her death glare appeared to bounce off a shield of stupidity, she decided to take a more proactive approach.

"Willow," she called, beckoning imperiously. Willow turned away from Rodney, glancing over to where she stood, just inside the Incan Princess display entrance.

"Coming, Cordy." Willow offered an apologetic shrug to her ex-tutee.

Cordelia's smile sharpened,"Now...would be good." But the smile for all it's ferocity was genuine.

Willow smiled sheepishly in return, hurrying to her girlfriend's side. The taller girl looped her arm through Willow's, giving a disgusted look over her shoulder at the teenage boy who'd taken up a considerable amount of what she saw as her Willow time. "Why were you talking to that future resident of the state?" she asked, pulling the red-head into the display area.

Willow sighed, knowing Cordelia's opinion of mankind in general wasn't the highest, and was even lower for the majority of their peers.

Cordelia strolled around the exhibit, examining objects from a past long gone, content to let her girlfriend answer in her own time.

Willow finally just shrugged. There really was no good explanation for Rodney. "He's not that bad. Just misunderstood." Cordelia snorted but let the subject drop, moving to look into the Incan sarcophogaus.

"Here's a girl who knew how to accessorize. Too bad the Incans aren't still around. I'd of made a great princess."

"Yeah. Right up until they ripped your heart out as a sacrafice," muttered Buffy, appearing behind the couple. Cordelia started, nearly bumping into the coffin.

"Give a girl a heart attack," snapped Cordelia, moving away from the display.

"Actually," said Willow "It was the Aztec who...."

Buffy held up a hand. "Not really wanting to know the details."

Willow nodded, turning toward the door Cordelia had just exited. "Gotcha. Why don't we see what else they have?" she said, heading after the brunette. Buffy groaned, but followed them out of the exhibit.

Rodney waited until the chattering faded into the distance, before entering the display the three girls had just left. The teenager poked restlessly around the room. Not really interested in anything, just glad to be out of class. Spotting the tomb, perked his interest. A dead body was bound to be at least mildly cool. Crossing over to the sarcophegous, he stared down into the dusty opening. The plate the mummy held caught his eye, and he reached for it.

Xander sat beside the pool of water, in the center of the Master's old chambers, staring into it's depths. It was here he'd saved the Slayer, cause her lover had no breath. Now he had no breath. He looked up briefly as Spike and Drusilla entered the cavern. Spike shot him a quick grin, and he hummed in pleasure before returning to his contemplation of the water.

Spike strode further into the room, as the remenants of the Anointed's minions gathered. He took a quick head count. "All here? Good. We're packing up," he announced. A disgruntled silence descended at his words. The blond vampire eyed the small crowd, taking in their various reactions. He really hated dealing with other Masters' minions. "I've acquired us new digs. A warehouse by the docks. Anyone who doesn't like it can split. Now."

Several vampires took the oppurtunity to leave. Drusilla giggled at her childe's duplicitness. If she concentrated, she was certain she chould hear Spike's minions dusting the deserters.

"All right," said Spike grinning. "Now that that's cleared up. I'm Master here. You answer to me. Fail me...and you'll beg me to dust you." He eyed the remaining minions as his own vampires filed into the cavern. "Understood?" Eager nods, and voices raised in assent filled the chamber. "Good. I want us out of here in a week," he said moving to crouch beside Xander. "This place isn't healthy for my Pet."

Xander finally glanced away from the water. "It burns and glistens. Like angels singing," murmured Xander, leaning into Spike.

"What Little One?"

"The Hellmouth," said both Xander and Drusilla.

Spike grimaced. "You mean we're sitting on the bloody damn thing?"

Xander nodded as Drusilla began to spin in circles.

"Change of plans. I want us gone in two nights," barked Spike. He watched as the minions still in sight, scurried to make it happen. He glanced back to Xander who was once again entranced by the water. "Xan-pet, what are you looking at?"

The brunette leaned forward, trailing his fingers into the water. He made grabbing motions as if trying to capture something only he could see. "Burning baby fishes," he whispered. Xander suddenly sat up, nearly knocking Spike over. "I want to see the Willow-tree," he whined, turning big eyes on his lover.

Spike sighed, pulling Xander onto his lap. At his sire's hiss of displeasure, Spike tore his gaze away from Xander. Drusilla was watching them from beneath narrowed lids. "Dru, why don't you go make sure they've got all your dollies packed. Wouldn't want to leave Ms. Edith behind." He could see her reluctance to leave. But with her worry over Ms. Edith compelling her, Drusilla slowly backed out of the cavernous room. Spike turned his attention back to Xander; who was waiting paitently for him to answer.

"Xan, baby. Remember your weak."

Xander nodded.

"And until I can make you strong it's best you don't see your old pals," said the elder vampire gently. He stroked the brunette's cheek. "Cause...."

Xander's brow furrowed, and a pout settled on his lips. "Cause the nasty Slayer and bad Angel-beast."

"Right, Pet. They'd try to hurt you," growled Spike. The very thought enraging him. "I won't let that happen."

Xander buried his face against a pale throat. "I know."

Spike stood abruptly, still holding Xander who giggled. "Hungry?"

Xander thought. "Only if we eat together."

"Of course, Pet." He said letting Xander slide down his body slowly, before leading them topside.

Drusilla clutched Ms. Edith close, as she watched her children dissappearing from the lair. She was anxious. Ms. Edith told her Daddy Spike didn't love he anymore. Which was impossible. He was her's. Daddy Angel had given him to her. He couldn't not love her, whether she loved him or not. And she wasn't sure she still did. He was trying to take away the kitten. She ignored the voice that said he had. The kitten would be her's. She could make this right. She just had to think.

Instead of suffering through Tuesday's tuna surprise in the cafeteria, the girls gathered in the school lounge area.

Buffy, Cordelia, and Willow sprawled across the sofas, observing their passing classmates. At least Buffy was, her slayer senses had been on alert for no reason that she could see. It was making her jumpy. Cordelia dropped her head down onto her arms, slumping in her seat.

"Sven is annoying," she moaned, dramatically. Willow nodded sympathetically. "I don't know what I was thinking." She shot Buffy a forbiding look. "Don't say it."

Buffy made zipping motions. "How's your guy," asked Willow, trying to get her girlfriend's mind of her Swedish problem.

"Not a guy," answered Buffy. Willow looked puzzled. "I know. But when I got to the bus station last night, there was Empada. All girl."

"Hey. We can all go to the dance together," offered Willow, eagerly. "We can get dressed up and...."

"Look like geeks," cracked Cordelia.

Willow's head dropped, and she quieted. Buffy got ready to berate Cordelia but was interupted by the appearance of her watcher. Which never boded well.

"Buffy, we might have a problem," he began.

Sighing the Slayer stood, stuffing her books into her bag. "And my day is complete."

Spike surveyed their new digs. The place was spacious; outside the Slayer's normal patrol pattern. Best of all...away from the bloody Hellmouth. The warehouse was also still connected with the city's electric and water grids, which was a bonus. Unlike the half feral vampires that populated Sunnydale he loved his creature comforts. Fucking his pet in a crypt was all well and good, but a bed was even better. Plus they were further away from his Grandsire, and less likely to be found. He knew Angelus would eventually come looking for them.

Which was the main reason for the move, taking over a weaker Master's lair was a common thing. When Angelus finally decided to come after him, that would be the first place he'd check. Of course, they'd have long vacated the area. He was nothing if not a fast learner.

Leaning on the railing, he watched the minions below from his perch on the catwalk. They hurried to get everything settled in, and set up. They'd actually done well. He'd issued the order to move Monday night, and by Wednesday night they'd pretty much cleared out of the old Master's nest. A black clad ass swaying across the floor below him caught his eye. He grinned as Xander danced into view, settling in to watch his pet even though he had things to do. Spike was reluctant to leave him alone. Of course, Xander wouldn't be. His vampires out numbered the last Master's. Drusilla was somewhere sewing Ms. Edith a new dress. Xander was protected.

Spike didn't move from his spot.

The brunette moved to sounds only he could hear. He bounced and leapt to some wild tune. Humming softly beneath his non-existent breath. Spike could almost make out the song. Dalton scurried by, and Spike grabbed him. "Nothing happens to him or else," snarled the Master vampire. Dalton squeeked out an affirmative. Spike made his way down the stairs to Xander's side. He wanted a kiss before he left to take care of business.

The humming became a song. Spike grinned recognizing the band.

Xander let the words roll of his tongue, sliding flawlessly into the next song, as he spun to face his lover. "I take one, one, one, cause you left me." Spike frowned, moving closer until he'd stilled Xander's movement, pressing the restless body into the stair case.

"I'd never leave you, love." Spike purred, nuzzling the curve of Xander's neck.

"Two, two, two, for my family. And three, three, three for my heartache," moaned Xander, thrusting against his sire.

"I'm your family now, Little One."

Xander hissed, hands dropping to cup his lover's growing hardness. He stroked slowly, then murmurred, "And five, five, five, for my lonely. And six, six, six, for my sorrow."

The blond pulled back to catch, and hold the wide brown eyes in his gaze. There was something restless in them. "Dalton. Set a watch," snapped the blond. Pulling reluctantly away from his lover, he straightened. Ignoring the minions, he tugged Xander behind him up the stairs and deeper into the warehouse. Reaching the room he'd had set up for them, he threw open the doors then pushed Xander inside. He shut the doors, locking them. Xander peered up at him from beneath dark lashes. Innocent even in death. Spike stalked toward his childe, Xander stood still as if mesmerized, until they were face to face.

"My Little One...what do you need."

A frown darkened the usually bright face. "Seven, seven, seven, no...no tomorrow. And eight, eight--I forget what eight was for?" The words came out in a plaintaive wail. The voices in Xander's head were chaotic. The Hellmouth and his own memories making him uneasy. Wishing he and his guardian angel were well away from here.

"Ahh, love. Your mine. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. Drusilla. Angelous. The Slayer. In the words of the Violent Femmes they can all just 'kiss off into the air'."

Xander stopped mid hum, gaze locking with Spike's. The voices in his head slowly calming at the intensity in Spike's gaze. He could see his sire's love burning, flaming around him. His sire's aura a blaze of gold and crimson just for him. Xander let loose a happy purr and launched himself at Spike, sending them tumbling to the bed. "Ten, ten, ten, for everything. Everything. Everything."

Spike laughed, rolling them over until Xander was beneath him. "Love. I hope your not gonna make a habit of speaking in song lyrics. Dru's nonsense is bad enough."

Xander shook his head solemnly, as mischief sparked in his eyes. "Couldn't get it outta my head."

Spike leered down at him. "Well, let me help you with that." Xander grinned up at him eagerly, wriggling around until he'd managed to peel himself out of his clothes. He pressed hard, biting kisses to every inch of flesh bared as Spike stripped. With a low mewl he turned, back bending and arching like a cat begging to be petted. Spike slithered forward, giving open mouthed kisses to his lover's ass, until he came to his favorite place.

Xander moaned as a slick tongue fucked into him. Hissing in pleasure his features flickered, eyes shifting from brown to gold and back again. When Spike pulled away, he growled shifting into game face. Spike shushed him, sliding up and over the broad back. He howled in pleasure as Spike slammed home. Talons out, he clawed at the bed as Spike rode him hard, mind blanking as fangs sank into his neck. Xander shrieked, coming in one overwhelming rush.

Spike ripped into Xander's throat, hungry for his lover's blood. Knowing that the rough marking would send his lover over the edge. As Xander came, his body spasmed, tighting around Spike's cock. Blood and exquiste pressure sent the blond head-long into waves of ecstatsy as he came.

Friday night and the Bronze was packed. The exchange students and their hosts enjoying the festivities. The band playing was a favorite and bodies writhed on the dance floor. Cordelia shook her head, sadly, after Buffy finished relating what she'd found. "So Empada's the mummy," Cordelia said. "Man. That's gotta suck. Being chosen to die to save---"

Willow elbowed her girlfriend. Cordelia glared but quieted.

"Where do you think she is?" asked Willow. Buffy frowned. She hadn't seen the girl since she'd left for the dance. "No idea."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Are you just naturally stupid or is it one too many blows to the head?"

"Cordy," cried Willow.

The brunette shrugged. "What? I'm just saying. It seems obvious Empada's going after the seal thingie and whoever has it. She was really jonesing for it earlier."

Buffy's eyes widened, and she shot to her feet. "Giles."

Xander lay face buried in the curve of a hip. Scooting back, he crawled up his sire's body. "Daddy," mewled Xander. "I don't like it here."

The blond sighed. They'd had this argument more than once since they'd arrived in Sunnyhell.

"Bad things hide here," whined the younger vampire. "They wait to sting like nettles."

Spike stared up into the guileless eyes. "I know, love. Believe me I know," muttered Spike as memories of the old Cajun woman stirred in his thoughts.

Giles eyed his despondant slayer. Buffy ignored the concerned stare, burying her head further into her arms. She finally looked up when she couldn't stand the silence any longer. "It's not fair, Giles. For her or me. She wasn't bad."

Giles moved to sit beside the young girl. "No. It's not Buffy. I wish I could say something to make it easier, but unfortunately as you know...life is rarely fair."

Buffy snorted and Giles stood to leave. She caught his arm, and he glanced down at her. "Can we just sit here?" she asked quietly. Giles nodded, sitting back down.

Angel moved further into the cavern. He lifted his head, catching the scent of his children that lingered. The scent had just begun to fade. He'd missed them by only a day or two. But it was enough of a lead, to make tracking them from there impossible. It looked like the blond brat had gotten smarter over the last century.

He doubted it though.

Giving one last careless glance at the rubble, Angel headed back the way he'd come. He'd find them eventually.

fin

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