Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy, I just own the entire series on DVD.
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Chapter 14: The Name Game

Buffy lay back against Spike reliving the days events. She had kids, kids that could potentially kill her. One kid that was named after Drusilla. Buffy had also purchased two more beds and some other furniture and a whole new wardrobe for Ariel and Cat. Frankly she was shopped out. Buffy had begun to doze when suddenly a high pitched scream came from Cat’s room.

Buffy jumped out of the bed and dashed next door. Cat was crying and holding her head. Buffy gathered the toddler in her arms and rocked back and forth.

“Oh Kitty Cat it will be ok,” soothed Buffy.

“Mummy, head.”

“Oh Sweety...”

“What’s wrong?” yawned Dawn from the doorway.

“I don’t know Dawn,” said Buffy worried. “She says her head hurts.”

“Maybe we should take her to the hospital.”

“No!” said Ariel coming into the room. “You can’t take her to the hospital!” All eyes turned to the doorway.

“Why not?” asked Dawn.

“We can’t go to the hospital, we are half vampire!”

“Oh ya,” said Dawn like she was thinking hard about something.

“How about tylenol?” asked Buffy.

“Won’t work. She needs blood.”

“Excuse me?” balked Buffy.

“Oh bloody hell...” said Ariel rushing towards her mother and sister.

Buffy watched intently and with suspicion as Ariel grabbed her wrist and brought it to her sister’s mouth. Suddenly Buffy felt small teeth pierce her skin. She turned wide eyed at Cat who was happily sucking her blood.

“Yeesh!” Buffy freaked out and pulled herself away from her daughter.

“Holy Crap!” exclaimed Dawn.

Buffy held her bleeding wrist and backed away.

“Great now you’ve scared her!” said Ariel hugging her sister.

“Spike!” Buffy yelled.

When Spike didn’t respond right away, Buffy charged into her bedroom.

“Spike!” Buffy yelled.

Spike did not stir.

“William Graves you get your undead ass out of that bed!” Buffy chucked a stuffed toy at her lover’s head.

“Wha?”

“Spike did you not hear Cat scream?”

“Was that Cat? I was dreaming about this girl Darla tortured when I was a fledge.”

“God, I so don’t ever want to see your dreams.”

“So why are you waking me up then?”

Buffy rolled her eyes.

“Why are you bleeding?”

“Your daughter bit me.”

“Ain’t that interesting.”

“What, aren’t you shocked?”

“She’s my daughter pet, remember vampire. Did she vamp?”

“Not really, but she grew fangs.”

“Bloody brilliant that is.”

“Spike! So not helping.”

“What do you expect me to do then luv.”

“Bloody hell Da do you ever wear clothes?” came Ariel’s voice from the doorway.

Spike nearly jumped and covered himself with a blanket.

”Oh please all the important boy parts were covered,“ said Buffy.

“I’m traumatized for life!” wailed Ariel.

“Whatever, would you care to explain why a toddler just sucked my blood?” asked Buffy.

Ariel rolled her eyes.

“You know I shouldn’t tell you this, you should find out about it the natural way.”

Buffy put her hands on her hips. Ariel sighed.

“My sisters and I, we aren’t Damphyrs or anything else the watcher’s council has ever seen before. There’s never been children born to a vampire and the first slayer before. We drink blood, when we are born, mixed with breast milk.”

Buffy’s arms went to cover her chest. “Ouch”

“We’re strong, not as strong as Slayers but stronger than normal kids, our fangs come down when we need iron, we don’t have game face, just fangs, and we sunburn easily. Look, D’s just a little kid that doesn't realize that anything is different, we still live in this house, the room she ‘s in, that’s her room. I know that this is weird fro you, but do you realise that this is weird for us? Our parents are fighting the first evil, they may die, we might be stuck here in the ancient past for the rest of our lives.”

“Ariel I’m sorry for freaking out,” said Buffy rushing to hug her daughter. “I promise no more wigging.”
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“Willow! I have kids!” gushed Buffy on the phone the next morning.

“What no hello from the Buffster?” said Willow. “What do you mean you have kids?”

“Kids, Willow! and I’m freaking out here. They just showed up on my doorstep with their teddy bears from the future Willow.”

“Do you think their real, I mean, of course they’re real, right? They are real?”

“I can touch them and everything.”

“Oh good, but what I meant was as you sure they’re your kids?”

“If you saw them you wouldn’t ask the question.”

“It just seems odd. You know, that they would just show up. I wonder which spell was used? I wonder if I was the one who cast it?”

“I don’t know Willow and I won’t be asking. It’s to easy for Ariel to just give us information. She means well but if we press her too hard she might tell us something that will screw up the future.”

“Ok...”

“I don’t want to screw up that future Will. I sounds good. I’ve got kids, with Spike! and I’m married to Spike! I’m Mrs William Graves!”

Willow laughed. “Not yet you aren’t.”

“So how’s everything with you?”

“Good, Anya and I submitted our forms for transfer for next semester. Hopefully in a few months we’ll be just two more bodies in the Summer’s home for wayward Scoobies.”

“That’s great Wills. So what is Anya taking, course wise?”

“Well, first year courses and plus she’s a later admission, so the courses she’s in are pretty blah. She’s got 20th century history, which she’s calling the course of American propaganda and lies. Intro to Psych, she thinks it will be useful if she ever gets back into vengeance. Umm, what else... She’s taking an art course and Intro to Marketing.”

“Sounds fun”

“Ever thought of returning to school yourself Buff? You could come with us and we could be study buddies.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea. I don’t have to work anymore, I’ve got a vampire to look after the kids during the day and Dawn and Andrew at night. I could do back to school, finished my degree.”
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Buffy was infinitely glad that Cat was potty trained and that she had three bathrooms in her house.

Andrew was secluded in his attic bedroom, which had its own bathroom, no longer would she have to put up with all of his male products. The basement had a bathroom which serviced the two occupants of the basement bedrooms, Oz and Giles (who wasn’t staying but liked the fact that he had his own bedroom while he was here.) Buffy’s second floor bathroom had a beautiful Victorian Style tub in which she had promised herself a relaxing bath as soon as they were satisfactorily moved in.

Unfortunately that idea went out the window when Cat discovered the garden in the back yard and decided to plant her own seeds (which Buffy found out were raisins) and now looked like she had plunged head first into the dirt.

So the first person to get to use the tub was Cat, with Buffy hanging over the edge to wash her two year old.

Buffy had to admit that it was cute, seeing Cat splash playfully in the water, only slightly marred by the fact that she would have to mop the bathroom floor after she was done.

Looking into her daughter’s face Buffy couldn’t help but wonder about the future that this child came from and whether or not these children would be returning to their home at all.

The idea that she would have children, with Spike of all people was mind boggling. She had all but resigned herself to the fact that she would never have kids. Now she had hope. Like most little girls, Buffy had planned her wedding when she was young, and picked out her kids names.
She wondered exactly what and ‘indecent’ number of kids actually was.

“Oh I’m not telling you,” said Ariel, standing in the doorway.

Buffy smiled, she must have said that last part out loud.

“You will flip out just like when you found out what D’s name was.”

“Can you at least tell me if I name any more of my kids after blood sucking vampires?”

“Yes, you do. Family names.”

“Wonderful,” said Buffy hoisting Cat out of the tub, and wrapping her in a towel. “So that’s what, Darla then?”

“I don’t get why you are so fixated on the names, I mean they don’t mean anything right?”

“Names mean things Ariel. I’m sure I debated quite heavily on your name before you came into this world.”

“And here I thought you decided to name me after an animated mermaid.”

“Funny, ha, ha. You’ve never wondered what your name means?”

“It’s like ‘lion of god’ or something.”

“See, there you go.”

“I guess, The lion of god, Sunrise, Summer, Grave. Ya that’s an inspiring collection of meanings.”

“You’re the lion of god at sunrise in summer at a grave?”

“Well what does your name mean then?”

“Ummm, Consecrated to God, Gracious, Summer.”

“See that sounds like a chosen one’s name.”

“Thanks Ariel.” Buffy had finished drying off Cat and had dressed the toddler in her new pjs covered in Bunnies.

“Do I have to go to school tomorrow?” Ariel asked tentatively.

“Yes, you do, don’t try to get out of it.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of the other kids, of not being smart enough.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure you inherited all your smart genes from your father, or sideways from your name sake...” Buffy wrinkled her brow as she contemplated that idea. “And even if you did get my defunct smartness, well, I did ok on my SATs, that’s got to count for something right?”

Buffy walked to Cat’s room and laid the now sleeping toddler down. Closing the door, so that there was only a crack open, Buffy turned back to her other daughter.

“You will do fine.”
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The house was quiet. It had better be, thought Buffy. It’s 3 am

Spike and Buffy walked hand in hand back towards their house. They had just finished possibly the most extensive patrol that they had ever done in Cleveland, turning up a couple of vamps, a few demons and a really confused pledge from a fraternity.

Really quite boring actually. But Buffy enjoyed her alone time with Spike.

“You haven’t said what you think about suddenly being a father,” she said standing on the front porch.

“What is there to say, pet? There’s no denying that they are related.”

Buffy laughed. “Cat’s like a female you, but with your natural hair colour.”

“Felt like I’d lost the plot for a bit there though. I’m a bloody vampire, what am I going to do with children pet?”

“I don’t know? Love them? Raise them? Threaten to eat their boyfriends?”

A happy smile passed over Spike’s face.

“I thought you’d like that...” she laughed. Suddenly she got serious again. “I love them though.”

“They could kill you...The prophecy...”

“Screw the prophecy. I was never meant to live forever.”

“Bloody hell Buffy. I don’t want to lose you again.” Spike took her into his arms and held her tight. “Thought it was a bloody brilliant thing that you and I could have a long time together.”

Buffy smiled up at her lover.

“I love you, you know...” she whispered.

“I know,” he said softly. Spike leaned down and captured his lips with his own.

“Mmm,” she moaned breaking for air.

Spike didn’t give her much time to recover from the pant worthy kiss, before assaulting her mouth with another followed by yet another.

Buffy found her body pressed up against the porch railing. Her brain briefly flickered to whether or not the railing could actually withstand the punishment that it was about to face. But the thought was cut short as she suddenly found herself without pants.

Buffy looked down to see Spike’s platinum head kissing up her now bear thighs. She leaned back further on the railing to grant him better access. Buffy gasped as she felt his cool tongue pass between her nether lips and begin stroking her clit with determination.

A car passed down the road, briefly illuminating their activities.

Buffy struggled to free one of her feet from her boot and jeans, to wrap her leg around Spike’s neck as he ate her out.

Buffy tried valiantly to restrain her moaning, but she failed and the whole neighbourhood could hear just how much she liked what Spike was doing to her. Buffy bit her lip when her orgasm took her.

Holding on to the railing for dear life and panting from her exertions, Buffy was unaware that Spike was suddenly fascinated by the bloody lip that she was now sporting. Standing up, Spike leaned in and licked the blood from her lip, cleaning the wound like a big cat.

Buffy smiled at his actions, she had an urge to ruffle his hair. Her hands other ideas though, good ideas. Buffy unzipped his pants and pushed them down exposing his hard on. He was kissing her now, mingling her juices and her blood between them.

With a grunt Spike hoisted Buffy up, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her up off the railing. Making a small turn, Buffy found herself up against the house, Spike poised at her moist entrance, hovering.

“Fuck me Spike,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

That was all he was waiting for apparently.

Her thrust harshly into her moist recesses, only waiting a moment for her to adjust to his size within her.

She only hoped that they didn’t wake the kids.

And Dawn.

Spike’s eyes were almost feral with the intensity of what he was doing to her. She half expected him to vamp out. The wonderful sensation of his thrusting against her inner muscles made her start babbling incoherently.

“Oh Spike, so...fuck me Spike...”

Spike was beyond words it seemed.

Another car passed down the road, slower than the last one, illuminating the couple to catch Spike’s final roar as he spent his load.

Remaining there, pressed between her lover and her house Buffy leaned her head on his shoulder. She could feel his spendings trickling down her leg.

“Mmm, like porch sex,” she muttered.

Spike smiled a sleepy smile.

“You aren’t tired are you? Mr Vampire Stamina?” she asked.

“No, Miss Summers, care to have another go?” he asked politely.

“Why yes, Mr Graves,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Race you upstairs?”
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tbc...