Sarah struggled frantically with the thick dusty curtains. The window coverings were down which meant the sun was streaming in… Spike was in the room, she just knew it. She had to get to her Mate! Her desperately clawing hands managed to fling the draperies away and she stood, catching sight of Spike bathed in the deadly rays, and launched herself at her Mate. Sarah tackled him, taking them both to the ground, using the bed as a shield, and covered his body with hers.
Her heart was pounding /God was he okay? / as she frantically searched for burns or flames…but found none. He wasn’t even smoking. She sat up, straddling his waist and ran her hands and eyes over his torso, finding only smooth alabaster skin. He held up a hand and studied it with wide eyes.
“Spike?”
His eyes met hers, sharing identical looks of wonder and confusion at his uncharred state. He should be red and raw at the very least, but…
“I’m okay, luv. I’m fine.”
She gently touched his chest, cupped his cheek like she was afraid he’d crumble to dust at any moment.
“Spike…Oh God…I thought, oh my God.”
She pressed her lips to his in a fierce kiss, her heartbeat quickening for a different reason this time. He captured her face between his hands, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss. She felt his still hard cock against her ass and reached down, pulling her skirt out of the way, she needed him inside her; to prove to herself that he was still with her, that he was okay. Spike’s hands went to her hips as she moved to hover over him, slide the tip of him against her rapidly moistening entrance (her panties were still in his back pocket) when clapping from the doorway stopped them. The slayer growled and turned to face the new woman. She was definitely a woman, and, if the six breasts were any indication, a demon.
“Wow,” the blonde demoness said. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen something *that* hot.”
A slight Southern accent flavored her words and her eyes roved Spike’s body.
“Hey honey.”
Sarah growled again, an honest to God vamp growl, and glared murder at the woman.
“What the hell do you want!?” she demanded.
“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Lisette, and he,” she pointed toward the other side of the room. “Is Byron. I’ll just collect my idiot brother and leave you folks alone. Let’s go By.”
The man rounded the bed and pouted at his sister.
“But Lis, she smells so good.”
He gave Sarah a longing look and it was Spike’s turn to growl.
“First thing’s first By,” Lisette said. “Never mess with vamps and their Mates. Congratulations, by the way.”
She directed the last bit at the couple on the floor then grabbed her brother’s hand and led him outside, shutting the door behind them. Sarah continued glaring at the door until Spike picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them.
“Why am I not on fire?” Angel asked the empty room.
“So you think that this is what Whistler meant by a gift from the Powers?” Connor asked.
Angel shrugged and continued to enjoy the warm sunlight bathing his skin.
“It’s the only explanation,” Sarah said and took a sip of pop then frowned at Spike as he once again stole one of her French fries. He grinned and gave her a quick kiss before returning to his own food.
The four sat in a booth of a small restaurant across the street from their motel. After discovering that the sunlight no longer hurt them there was nothing Sarah or Connor could do to keep the vampires inside.
“How’s your head Connor?” she asked.
He shrugged.
“It’s been better. What the hell was that guy?”
“An incubus,” Spike said. “Sex demon. Must’ve smelt Brande here getting’ all hot and bothered.”
Sarah arched an eyebrow. “Brande?”
“It’s shorter than Fire Brand.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Brande, huh?” she repeated, then smiled. “I like it.”
“Good,” Angel said. “Because it’s gonna be your name for a while.”
“Huh?”
“We need to change our names, keep under the Sr. Partners’ radar for a few years. I know a guy here who can get us the papers we need, but he needs a few hours to get everything in order.”
“Why can’t I just be Sarah Collins?” Sarah asked. “Sure, I’m supposed to be dead but there has to be more than one person with my name, right?”
“True, but a 21-year-old one just popping up is bound to arouse suspicions.”
She pouted. “I guess. So if not Sarah Jo Collins, then who?”
“Who do you want to be?” Spike asked.
She thought for a moment.
“How about Brande Lyn?”
“No last name?”
“I’m not good with last names. What about you?”
He shrugged. “Was thinking about using my real name. Haven’t used it since before I was turned.”
“You gonna tell me what it is or do I have to guess?”
“William Charles Bishop.”
“Your last name’s Bishop?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Nothing, just not what I expected no need to get cranky. What about you and Connor?” she asked Angel. “It’s not gonna be Liam, is it?”
Connor looked at his father.
“Liam?”
“I didn’t pick it,” the vampire muttered.
Connor grinned. “I don’t know. I could always be Steven.”
Angel growled softly.
“Or David,” the young man quickly amended. “David’s good.”
Sarah grinned. “Yeah, David’s fine.”
/at least Angel didn’t pick it, that’d just be too weird/
“Okay,” Angel said. “And I’ll be…Richard.”
Spike sniggered and Sarah looked at him sharply.
“Richard’s a great name. How what about last names? People don’t usually go by just their first ones, unless they’re like, rock stars or something.”
“Yours could be Bishop,” Spike said quietly.
She looked at him for a bit.
“Really?”
“If you want.”
Sarah smiled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’d like that. Not exactly the proposal I’d always imagined but…”
He growled playfully and pulled her into a kiss as Angel continued.
“And we’ll be the Mitchell’s.”
Sarah gave him a thumbs-up and continued kissing Spike.
“Great, I’ll go get this to my guy and we can pick them up before we leave.”
“I’ll go with you,” Connor stated.
/being around Spike and Sarah was like putting up with newly weds/
Sarah waved as they left then whispered to Spike, “Just don’t call him Dick ‘til he gets the ID’s.”
They laughed quietly until a familiar voice washed over them.
“Fancy meetin’ you here. Mind if we sit?”
“Yes,” Sarah growled at Lisette who sat down anyway.
“No need to get all possessive,” the succubus said. “I don’t mess with Mates, especially Blood ones. We just came to apologize.”
“We?” Spike asked.
Lisette raised a hand and waved her brother over. The incubus slowly walked over to the table, his head down.
“’M really sorry Miss.”
“He’s just come into the Urge. He can’t always discern who he should and shouldn’t go for.”
Sarah looked a question at Spike. “Urge?”
“It’s like puberty for them,” he explained. “When they start feedin’ offa sex instead of blood.”
She looked at Lisette. “You drink blood too?”
“Only when we can’t get laid.”
“Oh,” she said then blinked rapidly as a wave of vertigo hit her.
“Well,” Lisette said. “We’re gonna go. Be good you two.”
She winked one violet eye at them before slipping her sunglasses on. She collected Byron and sashayed toward the door grinning at Angel and Connor as they passed.
“That was fast,” Sarah stated.
“He doesn’t live far,” Angel explained.
Connor stared after Lisette as she crossed the street to the motel.
“Who was that?” he asked after sitting down.
“Snow Dick’s sister,” Sarah grumbled.
Connor nodded and after a beat asked, “Why does she have six…um…”
He gestured toward his chest.
“Boobs?” she supplied.
“Yeah.” He actually blushed.
“She’s a succubus,” Angel said. “Don’t sleep with her.”
Sarah sniggered at the young man’s discomfort then looked out the window, and froze. A man was waving at her. A very familiar man. A man who shouldn’t be there or anywhere for that matter, except maybe six feet under. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, counting to ten before opening them again. He was gone, but he *had* been there, she hadn’t imagined him.
Spike studied his Mate. She was pale, her breath coming in fast pants and her heartbeat racing as she stared out the window.
“Are you okay luv? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
He was joking but the look she gave him quickly wiped away the humor.
“I think I just did.”
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