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Sarah woke to the sound of gravel under the car. She yawned and stretched as best as she could in the cramped space before settling back into her curled position.
“Are we there yet?”
“Just about,” Spike replied and steered their car after the Viper, turning into a tree lined driveway.
Sarah looked out the window.
“I had no idea there were this many trees in Montana,” she observed then her eyes widened as they pulled into the circular drive in from of the house.
“Oh, my God.”
It was huge. Not mansion size but definitely bigger than a normal home. As soon as they stopped Connor opened her door and pulled her out, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a hyperactive toddler and practically dragged her to the steps of the sprawling building.
“Isn’t this great?” he asked excitedly.
“It’s…big,” Sarah admitted then narrowed her eyes at the young man. “How much coffee have you had Connor?”
“I got an espresso the last time we stopped.”
“And how far back was that?”
“Fifty miles,” Angel replied slightly frazzled. “Remind me to never let him near coffee again.”
Sarah smirked at him then jumped as the porch light suddenly came on.
“I called ahead,” he explained. “Got a friend to get our rooms at least aired out.”
Sarah was about to ask him if it was a good idea to ‘hide’ in a town where people knew them, or him at least, when the front door opened and a wizened Indian woman walked out. Her dark eyes surveyed the small group and smiled when she spotted Angel. Coming down the stairs at a pace Sarah hadn’t thought possible for a human her age, the old woman wrapped the vampire in a fierce embrace, speaking quickly in a language the young woman didn’t understand. Angel gave the woman the first real smile Sarah had seen from him since arriving and returned the hug, picking the woman up and spinning then around once. She laughed like a school girl and playfully slapped his chest.
“Put me down,” she commanded in English.
“It’s been a long time,” he observed, setting her on her feet.
“Seventy-two years.”
“And you’re still as beautiful as ever.”
The woman threw her head back and laughed.
“And you’re still full of bullshit.”
Sarah had to laugh, she liked this woman already. The older woman gave the Slayer a friendly smile as she studied her.
“You’re a special one,” she observed.
“Not really,” Sarah denied and looked at the ground.
The Indian woman lifted the girl’s head and looked into her eyes intently.
“Yes,” she said. “Very special. You should meet my great grand daughter. My Melina. You would have much in common, I think.”
“Okay,” Sarah acquiesced, caught up in the woman’s dark eyes.
“Good,” she said, then turned those eyes to Spike, who was finally getting his nicotine fix. “It’s not so bad, being hers. Remember that.”
“Er…Right.”
She smiled again, then turned to Angel.
“I must get back to Melina.”
She let out a sharp whistle and a horse wandered out of the trees and walked up to her. She gripped its mane and pulled herself onto the animals back.
“I’ll return tomorrow. Good bye Angel.”
“Good bye Ruth.”
Once woman and horse were out of sight Spike turned to Angel.
“What the bloody hell was that all about?”
“That was Ruth. She’s uh…kinda psychic.”
Spike snorted.
“Wow Angel,” Sarah said. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
“What?” he asked defensively.
She ignored him and continued.
“So are you gonna show us around this place or not? And we should probably catch up to Connor before he gets lost.”
Realizing that his espresso fueled son was no longer outside Angel hurried into the house leaving Spike and Sarah to follow at a more leisurely pace. Spike held the door open and she grinned as she passed him.
“I’m definitely keeping you, but no smoking in the house.”
She plucked the nearly finished cigarette from his lips and took a quick drag before dropping it to the porch and grinding it out, then closed her eyes, savoring the rush through her system. When she opened them Sarah found him studying her intently.
“What?”
“Do you drink too?”
She gave him wide innocent eyes.
“But I’m not old enough to drink.”
Sarah put up a good fight for all of ten seconds but couldn’t contain her grin. Spike growled playfully at her and she let out a mock shriek and raced into the house. He caught her in the entryway, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting the Slayer off her feet as he nuzzled his mark on her neck. His lips found the bite and a shock wave of desire flashed through her. The fact that they were in the entryway of the house and could be caught at any moment didn’t register. She needed her Mate and she needed him now. Sarah’s head fell back onto his shoulder, her hand rising to the back of his head to hold him there, and pressed her hips back into the growing hardness in his jeans. Spike pushed her against the wall, both of them shoving her jeans down as he freed himself then pushed inside her willing body. Sarah groaned as he filled her, pushing her hips back against his, taking him as deeply as she could. He set a fast pace, his hands holding her hips in a bruising grip as he slammed into her. Panting and mewling she matched his brutal rhythm, clenching her inner muscles around him, her nails scratching at the wallpaper as she strove for her own release. Soon Spike’s hands tightened on her hips and he buried his mouth against her throat, muffling his cry as she spilled himself inside her. She let out a mewling growl as he pulled out of her then her back was pressed against the wall and he was kissing her passionately as he covered her body with his own, his duster shielding them both a split second before Connor wandered into the entryway.
“Jeez, get a room,” he said then yelled, “Dad, I found ‘em!”
Spike watched the young man leave then turned his attention back to his dazed Mate.
“Don’t burn me,” he whispered against her lips then dropped to his knees before her and ran his tongue over her aching clit.
Spike watched the sweet agony dance across her features and the gentle play of flames beneath her skin before her breath caught in her throat and she press hard against his stroking tongue, her mouth open in a silent cry as she came. Her head fell back against the wall and Spike rose to his feet, holding her close and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as she came back to herself.
/oh my God, we just had sex in the foyer/
Spike moved back a little to giver her some room and tucked himself away as she tugged her jeans up, her nose wrinkling as their combined juices soaked into the denim. She needed a shower. Then a barely remembered event flickered through her mind.
“Was Connor here?”
Spike nodded slowly.
“Yeah, but I don’t think he saw anything.”
Sarah remembered Spike’s duster brushing over her bare skin as he kissed her against the wall and Connor hasn’t acted like he knew they were having sex.
“But that was close.”
“Kinda figured you wouldn’t appreciate bein’ caught with your arse in the air.”
She blushed a little and he grinned and took her hand.
“Come on luv.”
She hesitated, nibbling her bottom lip as she deliberated on voicing her concerns. As soon as he’d touched his mark she’d needed him like nothing she’d ever experienced. She hadn’t cared where they were or who might see them or…
“What’s wrong Sarah?”
“Is this gonna happen a lot?”
He didn’t have to ask what she meant.
“The side effects are different for every pair. Some just need to be around each other, some need the sex…”
He lifted her chin and they locked eyes.
“There is nothing wrong with this Sarah,” he told her earnestly. She blushed again and lowered her eyes.
“I know, it’s just…I wasn’t…”
“Raised that way?” Spike finished and she nodded. “What? And you think I was?”
Sarah met his eyes again and grinned. No, William definitely wasn’t raised to believe that public sex was *okay*.
“True,” she admitted. “But you’ve had a little longer to get used to it than I have.”
“If you guys are done makin’ googly eyes at each other, can we maybe pick out our rooms?” Connor asked. “I’m wiped.”
“Finally coming down off your caffeine high?” Sarah asked. “And we were not making googly eyes.”
“Whatever.”
(a higher plain)
“Burned my tree, hurt my tree, the slut and her vampire,” the sprite groused.
The Intermediary looked thoughtful.
“Did you find this girl’s name?” it asked.
The sprite thought for a moment.
“Another called to them. Will and Brande he called and they went. The Claim made her weak and he carried her.”
“Claim?” the other asked, alarmed and the sprite nodded forcefully.
“Yes. Biting and sex and blood and *burning my tree*!”
Three women watched from the shadow…er less radiant portion of the space (room?).
“This is not good,” the youngest whispered.
“Where does that thing get off calling her a slut?” the dark haired woman demanded. “He’s the first lover she’s had.”
The third merely shook her head.
“He must get it from his father,” she said. “Always propositioning me in public settings, where just anyone could see us…”
“So you’ve never had a roll in the hayloft?” the first woman asked her.
“At least I’ve never allowed anyone to take me on the top of a police vehicle.”
“Joyce, Ann, stop it now,” the dark haired woman hissed at them. “We’ve got more important matters at hand than you and your children’s proclivities to public sex.”
“Oh, come on Mary,” Joyce said. “I’m just yanking her chain.”
“I suppose it is a bit childish,” Ann added. “But it’s either lighten the mood or go mad.”
“I know,” Mary said. “It’s just that she’s my granddaughter…”
“And he’s my son.”
“We should get back,” Joyce interrupted. “The Wolf is here.”
The other two followed her gaze back to the sprite who was repeating its story to a wolf-headed being.
“Right,” Mary said then whispered an incantation and all three women disappeared.
“Do They believe that ‘Brande’ is Sarah?”
Mary shook her head.
“No, not yet, but They aren’t stupid. It’s only a matter of time.”
“Yeah,” Cordelia added. “And Wes’ spells will only last so long and once they fade They are gonna know that Angel and Spike are undead and well somewhere and Their army didn’t turn on itself after taking care of them like They thought.”
The being before them looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Well then,” she said. “We’ll just have to speed things up a bit.”
Sarah stood in the desert, confused by the familiarity of the place. It was dark and the sky sparkled with the presence of a countless multitude of stars. Suddenly a scream cut through the night. The Slayer spun around and found five dark skinned men dragging a young woman toward a cave entrance. Several of the men looked familiar as well then suddenly it dawned on her. Three of then were the ones that created the first Slayer…but the woman they carried wasn’t the Primitive.
Curious, Sarah followed at a distance and slipped into the cave, crouching behind an outcropping of rocks to watch as the men tied the woman to a stalagmite. Two moved out of sight as a third prepared what Sarah assumed was a spell of some sort. When the two returned they had a demon with them. It looked almost human but had smooth blue-green skin and glared at the men with eyes that burned like liquid emeralds. Its lips parted to reveal fangs in the place of eyeteeth and canines and it growled as it was tied across from the woman. The two regarded each other silently, united in the fear of not knowing and impotent rage at being unable to stop whatever was going to happen to them. The men were gathered together, chanting and mixing a foul-smelling concoction, then turned toward their captives. Man number One picked up a thorny branch and dipped it into the bowl held by Man Two as Man Three, Four, and Five continued chanting. Then Sarah understood what they were saying.
“Bane of the Earth…”
Man One flung the smelly mixture at the demon and Sarah had to duck to keep from getting hit; the demon hissed.
“Daughter of the Earth…”
The process was repeated with the young woman. She pressed back against the rock and glared defiantly at the shamans. Man One lashed out at the demon with the branch, the thorns cutting its skin open.
“Blood of the Unclean…”
Man Two caught the demons red blood in a new bowl then approached the woman who glared at him with dark eyes and bared her teeth at him. Some of the mixture was poured in with the blood before the bowl was pressed to her lips.
“Body of the Chosen One…”
That caught Sarah’s attention.
The man forced the mixture down the woman’s throat then joined the others in unintelligible chanting. The demon began to shudder then its body started to break up, like when you blew up a pixilated image. It became a mist that slowly floated toward the woman, gently caressing her skin before sliding into her mouth and nose. She closed her eyes, looking terrified and peaceful at the same time. The last of the blue mist disappeared inside her and all was silent…then she began to convulse. Her bare feet beat against the dirt floor, her arms pulling on her bonds as her back arched, her head falling forward then slamming back against the rock behind her with a resounding CRACK! Sarah winced in sympathy and the men continued chanting, then the woman’s body went limp.
“Behold the Slayer!”
The woman jerked once then tensed, snapping the ropes and stood. She opened her eyes and regarded the men…then she changed. Her eyes burned liquid emerald, the skin from the tip of her nose to between her brows became ridged (reminding Sarah of a Bjoran on Star Trek) and her lips parted to reveal fangs like those of the demon.
“Jesus Christ!” Sarah swore.
The new Slayer looked directly at the young woman, those emerald eyes boring into the younger Slayer then the Turned Slayer smiled.
“Remember the Forgotten,” she said, then slashed at the men with nails turned to talons.
Sarah sat straight up in bed, gasping, and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes.
“Jesus Christ!” she whispered again, not without feeling. She looked over at Spike, sprawled on his stomach beside her, sleeping soundly. Sarah frowned; slightly envious of the vampire’s ability to sleep through just about anything then froze as a familiar sound cut the air.
“That is *not* what I think it is,” she muttered then a dark blur flew past her. Sarah quickly ducked under the sheet, freaky dream forgotten for the moment.
“No, no, no, no, no! Not here to. Spike!” She hissed his name, he didn’t even twitch. She sighed and tried again, a little louder. Still nothing. Sarah rolled her eyes.
/vampire hearing my ass/
Deciding to try a different approach she wiggled closer and placed a hand on his shoulder then slowly trailed it down his spine to rest on his hip. Spike leaned into her touch.
/well, at least he’s moving/
The vampire rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, frowning slightly when all he encountered as blanket. Prying his eyes open Spike looked down at his cocooned Mate.
“What are you doin’?”
“I think there’s a bat in here,” came the muffled reply. Spike sighed and flopped onto his back.
/what is it with women and sodding bats? At least she’s not shrieking like Harmony always did, damn near burst my eardrum last time/
With another put upon sigh he climbed out of bed and pulled his pants on then turned toward the creature fluttering around the window.
Tucked safely beneath the covers Sarah waited for her Mate to call the all clear, and waited, and waited.
“Come here pet,” he finally said.
“Is it gone?” she asked, peeking an eye out.
“It’s not a bat. Come here.”
Sarah cautiously slid out of bed, the sheet expertly draped over her head and around her body, ready to drop to the floor should anything fly at her, and slowly approached her Mate and the winged creature on the windowsill.
“A fairy?”
“Demi-fey,” the butterfly-winged, Barbie doll sized person corrected.
“Oh. Sorry.”
She, the voice sounded female, shrugged.
“I am of Faerie but belong to the court of the Winged Ones.”
“Okay,” Sarah said. “Um, do you mind if I turn on the light? My night vision’s not so great.”
The fey nodded and Sarah hurried over to the door and flipped the switch then blinked as harsh light flooded the room. She turned back to Spike and the small being sitting demurely on the windowsill beside him.
“So, what brings you here…um…”
“Ivy,” the fey supplied.
“Ivy.”
“My Queen sent me to greet the new Guardians of the Crossroads, but the old seer had closed the windows. I managed to open this one enough to squeeze through but it slipped.”
A sheepish smile crossed the small face.
“I hope it did not wake you.”
“That’s okay,” Sarah reassured Ivy. “I needed woken up anyway. Bad dream.”
Ivy nodded in understanding then stood.
“With your permission I will take my leave and contact you later in the day.”
“Sure.”
The tiny winged woman gave a low curtsey then turned to the window Spike held open and flew off.
Settled back in bed Sarah was almost asleep when a thought occurred to her.
“Spike?”
“Yeah luv?” came his sleepy reply.
“What’s a Crossroads?”
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