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     He kept running. His legs were burning. He was out of breath, but he still could hear them not too far, trying to catch him again. 'No, no, no', he almost whimpered inside his head. He couldn't go back again there. There had to be someone who may help him. A voice in his mind whispered Sire, but he didn't understand it. He didn't have time to think about that, though. The soldiers were getting close. He must find a place to hide. And then...

    A hand gripped his arm roughly, putting him to a halt. Within seconds, he was on the floor, a bunch of angry men surrounding him, calling him bad things, kicking him on his ribs. His cries of pain echoed in the night, and then he understood. He was truly alone in the world.

    'Eh, leave him alone!' He could hear a voice, in the distance, making its way through the fog of pain. From the ground, all looked strange. He tilt his head, one pale cheeck against the asfalt and he could see that a blonde woman was fighting the soldiers. He tried to stand then and carry on running, but he felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back, and he screamed out in panic.

    'Hey, it's ok boy.' Someone helped him to his feet, and he lifted his eyes from the concrete, worrying his bottom lip. There was something about that new people that felt...familiar. Like he should know them, but didn't matter how much he tried, he couldn't make their names out. A smiling young woman, with beautiful long hair, knelt in front of him.

    'Hi! I'm Dawn. What's your name?' He took a small step back of her. He didn't know who he could trust, not after what the soldiers had done to him... With wide eyes he looked at his back, having remembered his enemy just then. However, to his surprise, they weren't there. He looked warily around, but he couldn't see them, or smell them.

    The blond woman did was there. She smiled at him, and something within him stirred. She smelled funny, powerful and hot. Then she got too close to him and a voice screamed in his blood Danger, danger, run away! He tried to obey, but the sweet girl was holding him in place with her hands still on his shoulders.

    'Hey, don´t be scared, she is the good one.' The girl tried to sooth him, sensing his turmoil. 'You see. She saved you of those bad guys. She's my sister and her name is Buffy. She is the...'

    'Slayer', he growled before he was overwhelmed by his fear and vampet out startling the Scoobie Gang. Buffy stared at the little vampire-kid growling at her. There was only someone who could make that single word sounds like the worst insult.  




So... I know this was really short, but...what do you think, should I continue with this? Thank you very much, I'll be waiting!

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Giles polished his glasses for the thousandth time in less than an hour. Maybe if he kept doing it long enough, the answer that he was looking for would appear in front of his tired eyes, like the genie in the lamp.

'I'm telling you, he's lying' Buffy repeated frustrated.'He just recognized me, he called me Slayer. It's a trick, Giles'.
The Watcher put his glasses on again, and looked across his living room. There, sitting in a lovechair was who they thought was Spike. However, this vampire was... smaller. Indeed, he looks like a little five years old kid, only he had fangs and a bad temper. They had been able to discover it.

'I don't know, Buffy'. Giles refrained himself from the impulse to polish his glasses again.
'Buffy, he's not faking it!' Dawn tried to make his sister listen to her. She crouched down to Spike's level. She was the only one he had allowed near him, since they arrived at Gile's house. Well, her and Tara. 'He's scared and he's hurt. You saw what those soldiers were doing to him.' Dawn looked up to her sister for a second, then she ruffled Spike's blond curls. 'You just don't remember us, do you?'

Spike shook his head silently. It's wasn't totally true, but he wasn't lying to her either. He knew they weren't absolutely strangers to him, but he couldn't remember them. They all were like pictures in his head. Everything was mixed up. Names, dates, feelings, memories. It made his head hurt.

'But he knew I was the Slayer!'
'Well...he is...he's a vampire' That was Tara's shy voice, breaking Buffy's new outburst. Everybody looked at her and she blushed. 'I mean, maybe it's something...instinct?'

Giles mused about it and then nodded thoughtfully. The young girl could be right.
'Well, I have to agree with Tara.' He smiled at the sensitive witch. 'You're the Slayer, and he's still a vampire. It makes senses that he could feel your power, or smelled it... A vampire needs to be able to sense his biggest enemy.'
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, but looking at the blond little vamp she had to agree too. Spike was looking at them with wide blue eyes, sitting in silence. In fact, he hadn't said a word, since he acknowledged her as the Slayer.

Ok, that was new, and a bit scary. Spike was never silent, not even while he fought. Something was wrong with the vampire. He was looking scared, for some reason. He looked lost and afraid. Surrounded by all of them, with his dirty clothes and his tousled hair, he looked helpless.

She sighed and walked slowly to him. Spike observed her all the time, tense and wary, like he was ready to flee or attack.
'Spike?' She tried not to startle him. 'Are you ok? Are you hungry?'

Spike didn't respond at first. He didn't know if he was supposed to do it, or if everything was just another trick. Back... back there, a mean woman with a white coat had made him that same question, and every time he had answered it, there had been pain.
However, this blond girl had been nice with him. Everybody had been, or at least, they hadn't been bad. And she had saved him from the soldiers. Maybe he could answer her this time.
He opened his mouth, but he didn't have the chance to make a word.

An urgent knock on the door made everyone jump. Giles rushed to look through the peephole and then opened the door.
'Riley, what are you doing...?' His question was interrupted by the boy, who came into the room calling for Buffy.
Standing up, the girl seemed as surprised as the rest of her friends. 'Riley, what's wrong?' He looked really upset, and she started to worry.
'That what's wrong!' Riley pointed at Spike with his finger. 'What are you doing here!'

'Hey, don't yell at him!' Dawn couldn't help it, she had to say something. At her side on the sofa, Spike made a little sound, like a scared whimper. She wrapped her arm around his shaking shoulders.
'Hush Spike, everything is fine' She said soothingly. Nevertheless, he shook his head again.
'Soldier' He whispered without taking his eyes off Riley.
'Soldier... Wait, you know him?' Giles was annoyed by Riley's behavior. Who did that kid think he was?

'NO! Of course no!' Riley didn't let Spike say anything else.
'But you were looking for him.' Xander didn't like the way Riley was looking at Spike. Like he wanted to kill him right there. Sure, the vampire was a demon, a murderer, but... it didn't seem right. Not when he was no more than a little kid trembling in Dawnie's embrace.

'I was looking for Buffy. I was gonna alert her that a dangerous demon had escaped from The Iniciative.'
An awkward silent fell over the room. Everybody was thinking exactly the same. Spike, dangerous? Well, he had still his fangs but the idea of him killing someone looked absurd.
'Wait a minute. What was doing Spike at the Iniciative?' Again, Giles's question made Riley stutter.
'Well...he was...we were...'
'Riley?' Buffy didn't look worried anymore. She knew he was hiding something, and a voice in her head was telling her that she wasn't going to like it.

'We were doing our job.' He said petulantly.' And I don't have time for this. I must take him back.'
At his words, Spike reacted. He jumped from his place on the sofa, yellow eyes and fangs ready. However, two seconds later, he was crying out in pain on the floor, clutching his head.
'Spike!' Dawn and Tara run by his side. The blond witch gathered him in her arms and standing up, she made her way to the sofa again.
'What's wrong with him?' Xander asked to Giles, who could only shrug. He had no idea.

'Serves him right' Riley murmured, but Buffy could hear him.
'What do you mean?' He tried to play fool, but no one in the house was buying it, so he gave up.
'Ok. He has a chip in his brain.' He explained. 'Our scientists did it, and now every time he tries to hurt someone, or if he even thinks about just have seen what happens.'
Dawn gasped in horror. Spike was still crying, his tears soaking into Tara's blouse.
'What about his age?' Willow asked. She was standing behind the sofa, one hand squeezing her girlfriend's shoulder. When Riley nodded, she had to ask. 'But, why, and how?'

'Sorry Willow, but I can't tell you.' He looked back at Buffy and Giles. 'I won't tell you'.
Giles was furious and shocked. He didn't want to think about Spike's torment by the Iniciative's scientists. He couldn't help imaging this little kid, terrified, being prodded and sliced...
'Come on, I don't have time for this. I really have to take him back'
'No! Buffy, he can't...' Dawn pleaded with her sister. 'Those soldiers were hurting him. And he didn't fight back...he couldn't! Please, Buffy...'

Buffy looked at her sister, at Tara who was still trying to calm down Spike, and then at Riley. Everybody was staring at her, waiting for her decision.
She closed her eyes, trying to think. Spike was a vampire, and they both had fought enough times to know each other's weakness and talents. She knew that if he could, he would kill her without a doubt.
A soft sob put her out of her thoughts. She looked down at Tara and the trembling bundle in her arms. And then, Buffy knew exactly what she had to do.




So, what do you think??

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    The soft breeze of the night caressed his skin with its cold fingers. For a moment, he had thought that Buffy would understand it. That she would understand what he was trying to do. That she would help him in his mission. However, at the end, the devil had won. Sniffing pathetically, he had put everyone against him, and there he was. Kicked out of the Watcher's house, in the middle of the night.

    He couldn't believe it. He was beyond furious. He felt his blood boiling in his veins. That stupid, stupid girl. How could she do that to him? He felt like an idiot.

    And, how could he explain this failure to his superior? Riley felt like screaming in rage. And it was Spike's fault. That little waste of space! However, he wasn't going to leave things like this. He was going to take the vampire back, and anyone who would stand in his way.

    Because Riley knew he was right, and the Slayer and her stupid friends weren't. He couldn't understand Buffy. Nevertheless, he also could understand Giles even less. That man had seen terrible things, he had studied Spike's crimes. How he and his evil 'family' massacred Europe in the past, just for pleasure.
    And there he was, in his living room, glaring him with mistrust in his blue eyes, taking Spike's side. And, why? Only because they thought the vampire looked cute. Cute! Was everyone crazy or what? How couldn't they see the lie, his charade? Sure, he looked like an angel, with his golden curls, his blue eyes and that adorable pout of his lips. But Riley knew better than that; he could see the demon, the monster behind that angelical face. And it was his mission to make the world a safer place, to save the humanity of these creatures.

    Yes, he would take him back to the Iniciative. Even if he had to fight against Buffy to achieve it.




    'He's so cute!' Joyce sighed, brushing a few stray hairs back from Spike's face. He was sleeping on the sofa, a soft cushion under his head and a warm blanket covering his small body. The kid was exhausted after so many emotions in a day.
    A cup of hot blood and a bath had been sufficient to leave him out for the count. Now, the three Summers girls were in their living room looking down to their little guest with a fond smile in their faces.

'Poor kid, he barely had said a word since he was here. And I saw the bruises in his side. They looked awful. Who could do such a thing to a little boy?' Joyce's voice was tinged with anger, while her fingers brushed tenderly Spike's pale cheek.

'Do you think he will be fine?' Dawn whispered to his mom, a little worried. 'What if he wakes up, wouldn't he be scared then?'
'I don't think he's gonna wake up soon, Dawn.' Buffy tried to assure her sister.' Look at him, he's in a deep slumber. Don't worry.'

    Joyce nodded her agreement, and after kissing Spike's forehead, she stood up and in silent, they made it to their rooms.


Pain. Laughter. White. White. Something cold and sharp against his skin. More pain. Cries. He wants to fight, but his arms are tied. Also his feet. He can't move. A shadow. Two shadows hovering over him. A song? Someone is singing...chanting something. And his head hurts. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Stop, please stop. Who is doing this to him. Why? Laughter. Screams. Someone is screaming... after a while, he understands it's his own voice. Stop. Stop. Please. White. White. The pain is white. White. He feels like exploding. And the shadows don't stop, not matter how hard he fights, how hard he begs. And there is no one to help him. And he cries.

    Spike opened his eyes at the feeling of someone shaking him. Without thinking, he vamped out and tried to fight back his assailant. And then he felt his head splitting in two. He cried out, and his body convulsed in shock. He felt like dying. He wanted to die. Everything, anything to stop that pain.

    After an eternity, he became more aware of his surrounding. He understood someone was holding him in a sweet embrace. Opening slightly his eyes, he could see it was Joyce, the Slayer's mommy. She was rocking him back and forth, mumbling nonsense to him in a tone that was meant to be soothing.
    Spike whimpered, resting his cheek on Joyce's chest, where he could feel her heartbeat. It seemed to relax him.

'There, there, precious, everything is fine.' Joyce was saying. It was early in the morning, and she had been sleeping when she'd heard the little vamp screaming, absolutely terrified. Once she was in the room, she could see the poor boy was trashing and crying, in the grip of a nightmare. She had tried to wake him up, but he had reacted then in fear, and his chip had fired.

    Finally, Spike's tears subsided, and he could move again without crying out in agony. Joyce was still holding him, and he liked it.   Although... it wasn't enough. There was a need inside him, he felt like something was missing. A little voice in his mind kept whispering Sire,Sire,Sire. But, what did that mean? He couldn't remember what a Sire was. It was a name, a place. Maybe it was some kind of food? It was so frustrating! He felt like crying again. He wanted Sire. Even so, how could he ask for something he didn't even know what it was? They would look at him like he was crazy. Maybe they would leave that soldier take him back.

    Joyce pulled Spike away of her chest, and wiped his tears with her fingers. The kid looked troubled. She smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. There was something in his eyes, a dark shadow of pain.
'Spike, what's wrong honey?' She waited, still rocking a little. There were footsteps on the stairs, and minutes later, Buffy was with them.
'Mom, what happened?' She crouched down, running her hand through Spike's hair.
'I think he had a nightmare. But something is off.' Joyce answered her daughter.

She tried again to make the vampire talk. 'Spike, it's ok. You can tell us. If you don't tell us what's wrong, we can't help you.'
'Spike, is there anything you want?' Buffy intervened.
    Sire. Sire. Sire. Sire. He wanted Sire. His blood was singing in his veins. He needed it, so bad it hurt. Sire. Sire. Sire. Sire.
He looked up to Buffy, and then to Joyce. They seemed sincere, worried about him. And he was tired, and scared. So, taking a deep breath, he gave in, and he said the words.
'I wanna my Sire'

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Cordelia sighed, hanging up the phone. She didn't want to be the messenger, no when it was about Buffy and Angel. Even so, she knocked on the office's door with a firm hand, and came in with her best efficient secretary's smile.

'Angel, Buffy has called. Again' It was the fourth time the Slayer had called in two days. 'She said that it is important.' Angel didn't even look up from the book he was reading. He didn't want to know anything about Sunnydale, or Buffy.
Saying goodbye to her had been one of the hardest things that he had ever done, and he didn't want to have to do it again. They both needed to move on. He needed to continue with his life. His un-life. Whatever.

"I'm not interested" That wasn't true, but he had to be strong. Buffy was a powerful temptation, a beautiful dream of sun and vanilla kisses. They had to keep the distance. Deep down, they both knew it was for the best.

'But..." The shrill timbre of the telephone interrupted Cordy. "This is absurd!' The girl snorted before answering it angrily.

"Angel, it is for you..." The surprise in her voice made him to look up at her curiously. Without giving Angel time to ask who was it, she handed him the receiver as if it was burning her.

'Angel!' An angry female voice spoke straight away. 'Could you explain to me what is wrong with you? This is not a way to act...'
'Jo... Joyce?' Angel was puzzled. It was the last person he could have expected.

'Yes, it's me. Angel, I'm disappointed. I never thought that you'd avoid your responsibilities. You should be here by now, taking care of...'
'Joyce, trust me, this is the best for everyone.'  Once he got over the surprise, Angel tried to be reasonably.' I'm doing this for her too, it is the best for Buffy.' He repeated.
'Buffy?' Joyce didn't understand anything. 'Angel, Buffy is fine. But, you have to come here right now!'
'Joyce, what's wrong? What happened?' Angel felt a sudden pang of panic and guilt.
'He is really scared, Angel. He has been barely eating or sleeping.' The concern and love in her voice were evident.' He doesn't do anything else than ask for you.'

'He...? Joyce, I don't have idea what are you talking about! Who is he?'
'Spike, Angel. I'm talking about Spike.'

A word. An only word had been enough to make him jump off the chair and head for Sunnydale. Driving through the night, Angel marveled - in a dark and evil way- of the power that word exerted over him. Five letters. That had been enough to turn his world upside down.

Taking sight of the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, Angel pressed the gas harder, leaving behind him a dense cloud of dust.




 'Hey Spike, do you want to see the cartoons with me?' Dawn tried again, but the small vampire merely shook his head in refuse. Dawn, and the rest of the Scoobies sighed.
Spike had been all day sitting on the stairs, just in front of the main door. Every time someone had rung the bell, the kid had stood up, with the hope that this time, it would be his Sire. Now it's was nine o'clock in the evening, and Spike was still waiting. It was breakhearting.

Tara went to sit next to him, and stroked his soft blond hair.
'Don't worry honey. I'm sure he will be here soon.' Her words made the boy smile at her, but it didn't reach his blue eyes. 'Listen, while we wait. Do you want me to show you something cool?' Spike tilted his head a little, and then nodded insecure. 'Good!' Exclaimed the witch cheerily. 'Look at this!' Tara snapped her fingers, and suddenly a dozen soap bubbles appeared before them. Spike looked at her in wonder.

'Wanna try it?' She asked, and it had to be the right words, because in a little while the house was filled with  Spike´s happy laugh. There were bubbles everywhere, and he played chasing them around the living room.

The light made the bubbles glow with iridescent hues, and they almost seemed to be made of glass. They were pretty, but they couldn't be compared with Spike's beautiful eyes. They were shinning with happiness, and they looked like the sea under the sun.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Before someone would be able to react, a group of soldiers  burst into the house shouting, theirs arms ready to fire.


In the dark, Buffy tried to fight them, with Xander, Willow and Giles's help. But the soldiers weren´t very interested in them. On the other hand, Tara, with a scared Spike in her arms, was surrounded by five of the masked men.
'Give the vampire to us, girl.' A soldier said, taking a step toward them.
'Noo!' Tara shouted in anger. She took a deep breath, and holded the little boy closer to her. 'Explosío'. The witch yelled, and all the bubbles that were still floating all over the place, shattered.

Thanks to the small distraction, Tara dodged around the soldier and bolted for the door, but she wasn't fast enough. Gripping her arm, one of the soldiers tore Spike from her embrace. She couldn't do anything when her assailant got out of the Summers's house with their loved boy.




Angel was almost by the Slayer's house, when he saw a shadow running out of the door. He had a child in his arms. The boy was trying to escape, yelling and kicking his little legs. Finally, the kid was able to slip out of the soldier's grasp and started to run in Angel's direction.

The vampire got out from the car in time to see how the man backhanded the child across the face, knocking him down. Angel felt how the rage took possession of him. Something inside him said that it was his duty to protect that child. Ángelus was raging behind the bars of his cage, roaring ¡Mine!
The stranger forced the boy into his feet again pulling hard his hair. The little boy let escape a keening sound, and Angel lost it.

'Shit' was all Riley managed to think before he was punched in the gut, and all the air got stolen out of his lungs. Riley tried to duck, but he wasn't fast enough and Angel's fist slammed into his jaw.
Spike watched, wide-eyed, as the dark haired newcomer and the soldier rolled on the ground. He was pretty sure the new stranger was a vampire too, like himself. There was something about him that fascinated Spike. It's was like something, or someone, was singing inside his blood, reverberating into his bones. A wistful Sire? came out of his mouth, and at the sound of his voice, the fight stopped.
Angel, a hand wrapped around Riley's throat, looked up at the boy a few feets away from him. At first, he couldn't think. Then, he smelled it. That kid, that kid was a vampire, and not any vampire. He was Spike, his Childe. He couldn't understand how that was possible, but his senses weren't lying.
Angel looked down again at the pathetic man under him. Tightening his grip around his neck, the vampire slammed him against the concrete.

'What did you do?!' The vampire, in full game face, hissed leaning closer. Riley found himself staring up into Angel's golden eyes. He tried to pry the hand off his neck, but couldn't match the vampire's power.

Angel wanted to kill him. Slowly. His demon was screaming, growling, claiming for revenge. And he agreed. From where he was, he could feel his Childe fear, his suffering. It was maddening; Angelus was shrieking with joy, every protective instinct had been roused. And now that human was going to pay for his Childe's pain.

Suddenly, the vampire felt a hot explosion of pain in his side, and with a groan, he let his prey go.
Riley was tempted to use his teaser again, but would't dare to risk his freedom, and his life. So he just called out for his team, and run into the night without looking back.


'Spike!!' 'Angel!'
Buffy, Dawn and the rest were already out of the house, and were running toward them. Angel stood up grunting, with Buffy and Gile's help. Looking around him, he found Spike in Dawn's embrace but with his eyes fixed on him.
'Is everybody alright?' Joyce asked still by the house's door. They weren't seriously injured, and a sigh of relief could be heard.
Angel kneeled in front of Dawn and Spike. The girl pulled the little boy away from her tenderly.
'Spike?' Angel tried to talk softly, and hold out a hand. 'Come Spike, come with me Childe.'

Spike took a first hesitant step, and then run to his arms, hugging him, holding on as if Angel was a lifeline.
Angel pulled his Childe next to himself, and a soothing purr started in his chest.
'Ssh, ssh I'm here, it's all right'. The vampire cupped the back of Spike's head, stroking his curls. His Childe just started to cry harder, and gripped onto Angel's arms, afraid of letting go.
'It's ok Spike, William.' Angel mumbled calming words into the kid's ear. The little vamp was sobbing hysterically. Angel lifted him from the floor and cradled him in his arms. 
'I've got you. Calm down Precious, it's all right.' He kept trying to calm his Childe as they weaved their way toward the house.

The lights were working again, and the renewed clarity showed the traces of the fight. Carefully, Angel sat on the couch with his precious bundle. The tears of Spike had subsided somewhat and Angel lifted his chin, tilting the blond's head a little to check the damage. Spike's right cheek looked bruised and slightly swollen. Angel had to make a hard effort not to vamp out in fury. Still purring, he wiped Spike's last tears. God, but his boy was beautiful. And so small, vulnerable.
'Sire?' Spike's small voice attracted his attention. 'Sire, can I stay with ya now?' Angel reached out to trace the hurt cheekbone.
'Of course you can Will, my Childe.', He answered smiling fondly. Spike beamed at him, and snuggled back into his chest, sighing peacefully.


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Angel ran his fingers through the tousled hair. Spike was sleeping in the passenger seat, with his little blond head on Angel's lap. His soft and warm breath against his leg.

Angel tried to find some kind of sign, or a scar, anything while keeping his eyes on the road. He wanted to touch with his fingers the mark of the abomination that those scientists had done to his childe.
True, Spike was a vampire. He had been Europe's nightmare, the terror of the world, covering his way with blood and death. He was like a blond Atila's horse, galloping through a dark eternity. Angel knew that, he had been there.
However, it would have been fairer, more righteous, a stake through his heart.

>The idea made him flinch, and he buried his fingers a little more in the soft locks, but still, he kept thinking that it would have been better. More human. Putting a chip in Spike's head, that was just cruel.

Those scientists didn't understand it. They liked to play to be God, and forced a vampire to suffer day after day the hunger, the thirst. To listen to his demon howling for blood every second of the day, and not be able to do anything about it. Without a soul to justify the suffering.

God, it was like punishing a leon for hunting a zebra. Angel knew it. He knew the feeling. His soul had not helped him to get rid of his liking for blood, for the thrill of the hunt. Oh, he liked to pretend in front of his team, he worked hard to fuel that image but it was not true. He was still a vampire, a killer. Sometimes, it was hard enough to make him want to scream.

A part of himself was grateful that Spike was now a five years old kid. The instinct for the kill seemed to be barely present in the little vamp. Even so, another part of him was angry and terrified.
Angel looked for a moment at his childe, who was asleep, relaxed, using his thigh as a pillow. The midnight's light made Spike's skin looked like it was made of silver and silk.

He was so beautiful, with his long and dark eyelashes and his pink little lips. What did they want to do with a five years old vampire defenseless against humans?

Angel shuddered, imagining possible answers and scenarios. He didn't know how, but he was going to discover their intentions. And he was gonna make them pay for his childe's pain. He swore it.


When Angel entered the Hyperion with a sleepy Spike holding his hand, he almost had a heart attack, if his heart had still been beating. Cordy, Connor, Wesley and Gunn were in the middle of the hall, in clearly position to attack. Fred was beside Gunn, with a cross in her hand.
There was a tense silence, while Angel was trying to find the words again. He felt how Spike clung tightly to his bigger hand, seeking protection.

'- Hmm...This is Spike?' Asked Gunn, putting down his sword.' I don't know why, but I imagined him taller'.

Angel snorted, and in some way, that served to enlighten the moment. Everybody, even Connor, put down theirs weapons.
'Angel, what does this mean?' Cordelia took a few steps toward them, but stopped when Spike whined fearful and took two steps back.

'Sssh, it's ok William' Angel took the little boy in his arms and smiled. 'Spike, they're my friends. They're not gonna hurt you, promise.'
Spike nodded but still he hid his face in his Sire's chest. He trusted Angel, but all that people were looking at him like he was a freak. Like he was bad, dangerous, and he didn't like it.
He was tired, he wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep with his Sire and didn't feel scared anymore. He yawned and snuggled back into Angel's chest. A rich purr started in the other vampire's throat and Spike closed his eyes.

'I think I'm gonna put him to sleep, and then I'll explain you everything.' Angel whispered making his way up the stairs.

'Well, this was not what I expected' Said Connor sitting on the sofa. Everybody nodded and followed his action with a sigh. The night was going to be very long.


Spike was in his Sire's bed, with a t-shirt of that young man... Angel has named him Connor. He hugged tighter his stuffed bear; it had been a present from Dawn. She said he would feel better anytime he hugs it but it wasn't working so well, because his Sire was leaving him. He tried to stop him but Angel only shook his head and kissed him on the forehead.

'It's time to sleep, ok?' Spike shook his blond head, refusing to accept it. Angel just sighed, again. 'Listen to me, sport. You need to rest, so you can heal. And I'm just downstairs. If you need something, I'll be right here, in a second.'
'Promise?' The little kid didn't want to be alone, but he didn't want to make Angel angry either. He wasn't sure why, but a voice inside him whispered that he wouldn't want to suffer that kind of pain, never again. He didn't understand it, but he decided he didn't want to. Not really.
Angel nodded and smile a little before saying goodbye and leaving the room.

A second later, Spike was feeling miserable. He was alone in that big bed, and he felt lost. He kept repeating to himself, like a mantra, that his Sire was downstairs. Downstairs, downstairs, downstairs. However, that strange people were there too. And they didn't like him, he could feel it. Suddenly, a thought made him shiver. What if those persons convinced his Sire to leave him? 'No, nonononono. NO!' Spike whimpered, clutching at the sheets. He couldn't help it; the tears started to fall down his face. He sniffled and discovered that the sheets smelled like Angel. That made him relax a little. Finally, exhausted and surrounded by his Sire's odor, Spike felt asleep.

White.Laughs.Screams,a voice chanting. A painful explosion inside his head. Laughter. They were there again,that two shadows.But this time, Spike wasn't scared. Because he wasn't alone, his Sire was with him. Only... he wasn't. Spike looked around,trying to find him and finally, very far,he discovered his Sire. Spike called his name, but despite the little vamp's tries, his Sire refused to look at him. Spike cried, screamed, begged. But Angel didn't listen to him,and he started to walk away, again. Like that time, long ago, when he wasn't little but still as afraid. NO, NO, NOOOOOOOO!

Spike woke up with a start, crying and shaking. And he was alone. Alone in that bed, in that room. He was sure his Sire has left him behind again with all those humans.
Still crying he ran through the door and downstairs, calling for his Sire.
Everybody in the room was surprised when the kid appeared, wearing a t-shirt like five sizes bigger than him, crying. Angel got up of the sofa and put him in a sweet embrace.
'Hey, hey, Spike' He tried to calm down his childe, but the little kid wasn't listening. He only nuzzled into Angel's neck and kept crying.

'Ohh, poor thing' Cordy cooed. 'I'm sure he has had a nightmare, Angel.'
'You think?' Asked the vampire sarcastically. He tried to hush Spike, but to no avail.' William, hush childe. Come on, why don't you tell me what's wrong?'Angel used his softest voice. Spike hiccupped a few times before he could talk.
'' He said between sobs.
'No baby, no. You had a bad dream. I'm right here' Angel kissed his tousled hair.
'No, no now' Spike insisted. 'Then...before...'

Angel looked puzzled for a moment. His childe wasn't making any sense.
'William, my boy, I've been here all the time.' He wiped Spike's tears.
'You left us... you left me behind.' The kid repeated.' I looked for you. I opened every door, I sliced every throat and I...I couldn't find you!' Spike sounded suddenly angry. Angel and his friends stared at the little vamp shocked. Was Spike talking about his past?
'What have you just say Willia...?' Angel started but Spike's bottom lip begun to tremble and the boy burst into tears, again.

'You just left...ya didn't want me anymore!' Spike's whines were made of pure sadness. Angel found hard to swallow through the lump in his throat. He didn't think about the effects his leaving could had on his family, on his childe. Listening to Spike's sobs was unbearable.
'No, no William. Sshh, just calm down baby.' Angel stroked his hair, while Spike wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck. 'Please, Will, listen to me. I'm sorry boy, ssshh'
Angel looked up to his friends and his son, asking for help but everyone was at a lost.

At the end, Spike fell asleep in his Sire's arms, spent. Angel didn't want to let go of him, he couldn't. He needed to be with his little childe forever. How could he leave him without a word, without...nothing? All these years, thinking that his Sire didn't want him, didn't love him anymore. His poor William.
'Dad' Connor's whisper pulled him out of his thoughts.' Everybody has left. I think we should go to bed too.'
Angel nodded, and reached out with a hand to squeeze his son's arm. Carefully, he stood up with Spike breathing softly against his neck.

'Night Dad.' Called Connor from the other side of the hallway.
'Good night son' Angel asked before closing his door behind him. Spike shifted a little in his embrace, and the vampire put his childe in the bed again. Taking out his clothes, he lay beside his little boy, wrapping an arm around the kid waist.
'Sire' Spike mumbled, opening slightly his beautiful blue eyes. They were a little puffed, and Angel just hummed, afraid of another outburst. 'I'm sorry'
Angel pulled Spike nearer to him, kissing his head like an answer.
'Sire' Spike's voice sounded very small.' I'll be very good, promise. And then you would stay, with me, forever. Right, Sire?' And there was so much hope in those words, they were so full of pain, that Angel couldn't say anything at first. He hugged Spike, for a long time, and when he finally could answer a broken 'Yeah William, forever' he could feel tears down his own cheeks.

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'Angel you are up early' Wesley greets the vampire. It doesn't look like he slept that well last night althought that was to be expected. Wesley didn't think he would see his friend until mid afternoon at least. 

'I wanted to talk with you before Spike was awake' Angel explains taking a sip from his mug of blood. 

'I see. How can I help you then' Wesley leaves the book he was reading aside, giving Angel his full attention. He's sure they are gonna discuss last night Spike's outburst. 

'Do you think Spike's adult mind could be trapped in a child body?', Wesley sighs as Angel's words only proved him right. 

'It's this because of what happened last night?' His question is answered with an apprehensive nod. 'Mmhm, it could be. I must say, hearing those words coming from an innocent looking child was disturbing'. Wesley shivers a bit remembering that moment when the blond cute kid had talked and looked at them with the viciousness of his old self. 'But so far there have been no other signs. I mean, Spike behaves like a little kid all the time, apart from last night.'

Angel nodds again in silence. He had spent all night thinking about it. Running in circles in his head, unable to make up his mind. He wanted so badly to believe that Spike was now a sweet little vampire, his childe, his to take care of, to teach, to protect. But at the same time, if the real adult Spike was somehow trapped inside the little boy Angel would do anything in his power to get him back to normal. It would kill him to lose his little childe but his soul wouldn't let him do anything else. 

'Hey, where is the little vamp?' Gunn enquires while sitting down with them, noisily eating a bow of cereal. 

'He's still sleeping' Wesley answers when Angel, lost in thought, failed to do so. 

'What's up with Mr Broody here?' Cordelia asks getting concerned. Angel' frown doesn't look very promising. Wesley explains their worries about Spike and the possibility of his adult mind being actually inside a five year old boy. 

'Angel', Cordelia manages to get his attention after two attempts. The vampire raises an eyebrow prompting her to continue. 'Why don't we take the little one to Lorne? Make him sing a bit and problem solved. I'm sure he'll be able to tell us if big bad Spike is somewhere in there'.

'That could actually work' Wesley agrees. 

'And what do we do if it's adult Spike in there?' Angel didn't want to face that possibility. He doesn't think he could survive a loss like that. 

'Hey, we'll deal with it once we know for sure', Insists Cordelia. She hopes it woldn't be the case. She could see how attached already Angel was to this new version of Spike. After losing Connor when he was only a baby, she believed Angel was now using this opportunity to enjoy all those lost years, taking care of Spike as he would have done with Connor. She really hoped they could get some good news tonight. She'd hate to see her friend in that kind pain again.




Connor wakes up to the feeling of being watched. He listens carefully lying in bed but after a few minutes without hearing anything suspicious, he blames it on still being half asleep and sits up. That's when he realises his insticts were right, discovering Spike in his room, standing at the end of his bed. He's still wearing his own old t-shirt, hugging his teddy bear close to his chest. Huge blue eyes are looking at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. 

'Hey... good morning' Connor feels a bit out of hi depth. Spike takes a step closer and sniffles the air. 

'You smell like Sire' His blue eyes narrow a bit more and Connor feels like he's being accused. Of what he is not totally sure but he doesn't like it. 

'Mmm yeah, that's...possible.' He sits up putting his feet on the floor and bending a little so he can make better eye contact with the kid. 'That's because Angel is my dad'

'Really?' The little one suddenly looks thrilled. A big warm smiles softens his features. 'Angel is your Sire too? That's cool!' Spike is jumping on his feet with excitement. Connor feels a bit bad when he has to correct him. 

'No, no, I mean... I'm not a vampire like you guys. Angel is my actual dad. I'm human Spike, remember?

Right, Connor feels like a complete asshole. Spike's smile is gone and now he looks like he's about to cry.

'Hey, are you ok?' Connor lifts the little face with a gentle finger under his trembling chin. Spike shakes his head a bit before answering in a small voice.

' I thought you were gonna be my brother' Spike shrugs, feeling like something or someone is crying deep inside him.' I wanted you to be the big brother and we could play, fight and hunt together!' The vampire starts to get excited  again, eyes shinning happily, only to realize it's not possible. An adorable pout appears on his face' It cannot happen now!'

Connor is a bit disturbed and touched at the same time by the little whines. 

'Hey, don't be upset' The boy smiles warmly to the still pouting kid.' We might not be brothers, but we can be friends. We can still do all these things together' All but the hunting, he thinks to himself. 

'Fends?' Spike stops to think about it for a full minute.' Yeah, yeah, you can be then my first fend!'

Connor thinks is adorable how Spike struggles with the word and how happy he looks just because he said they could be friend. Gosh, this kid is gonna the death of me, the young man thinks to himself. Who can stand so much cuteness?

'Right, shall we go downstairs for breakfast?