Disclaimer: Buffy and Spike aren’t mine, I just make them play out ‘what if’ scenarios

Author’s note: Merry Holidays everyone! Living Vengeance picked up the Most Original Plot award at the Blood Ties awards this past week. *squee* Thanks to Bloodytearsoflife for the fab betaing. You rock my socks!
Thanks to Tasha, CM, Chanel5, Marzbar and Wulfie for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 21: Blow Me...

“Elizabeth,“ greeted Darla her hands on her hips and a cross look on her face. Clearly the vampire hadn’t expected to see this operative. “They sent you? Even though they know our history?“

Buffy laughed. “Are you kidding me Darla? Our history? That’s a load of horse manure if I ever heard one. We have a couple of life and death fights between us, nothing more.“

Morgan shook his head. “We don’t have time to bicker in public ladies,” Morgan reminded, looking around. “Do they know what you are?“ he asked.

“You know, I don’t even know why I agreed to do this!“ Darla began to rant.

“You are doing this because we have a book you want to help free the Master from his underground prison,“ explained Morgan patiently. “You should have never left the Hellmouth.“

“The Master is my Sire, witch boy. You have no idea how powerful a sire is over their childer. He asks, I obey...” she said with a sneer.

“Oh I have some idea,” muttered Buffy under her breath. “If you called Angelus, he’d come running...” she noted more forcefully.

With an evil smile, Darla stepped into Buffy’s personal space. “It’s what keeps William from coming to see you again... You think I don’t know about your vampire love child? If you could I bet you would have ripped Drusilla in half by now. He’ll never leave her. The Sire childe bond, it transcends everything. Even if it didn’t, they’re mated.“

The news came as a shock and it took all of Buffy’s control to not show any emotion. Buffy set her lips hard against the words Darla was spouting. She willed herself not to cry.

“Don’t call me Elizabeth, Mildred,” Buffy snapped back, using Darla’s real name. “Do your job and tell us what you’ve found for us and maybe you’ll get that book a whole lot sooner. That is, if you don’t end up dust from pissing me off.“

“Maybe we should get off the street? The yelling is going to attract a lot of unwanted attention,” suggested Morgan.

Buffy nodded, admitting to herself that she shouldn’t have gotten into it with Darla right there in the town square.

“I have a room...” offered the vampire with a roll of her eyes.

“There aren’t any dead bodies in your room are there?” Buffy couldn’t help but ask.

“I eat out.”
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Buffy was sure that they made quite the sight, two blond women and a man going up to a room in a quaint pub, populated by the hardened souls of war torn Germany.

Safely ensconced in the room, Morgan quickly set up a cloaking spell around the room.

“Your cover has not been compromised?” he asked going straight into business.

Darla rolled her eyes at the warlock. “I’ve been speaking German centuries before you were born little man, I’m very good at what I do.”

“Must be all those years being a whore...” sniped Buffy.

“What is your problem?” demanded Darla harshly.

“You just aren’t my favourite vampire, Darla. Must be all those times you tried to kill me...”

“Ladies...” interrupted Morgan, speading out his hands between the two. “The sooner we get this information, the sooner we can leave you to your business, Darla.”

Buffy crossed her arms angrily and stared at the vampire.

“The German government is aware of the existence of vampires and is collecting my kind to learn how to control them, to make them weapons against the allies,” explained Darla.

“Do you know how many they have? Any Master Vampires in the list? Where are they taking them?” asked Morgan in quick succession.

“No, I don’t know how many that they have. The Germans have a base off the coast of Norway, that’s where they are taking them. The only way to get there is Submarine, at least that’s what the fool told me before I drained him,” Darla explained.

“You didn’t turn him did you?” asked Morgan.

“No,” Darla retorted.

“We have to find out where these subs leave from, “ interjected Buffy.

Morgan nodded emphatically, keeping Darla in his sight.

“Do I get the Codex now?” asked Darla impatiently.

“I’ll put in a good word with our superiors,” said the Warlock, unwilling to give her any further information. “You will be contacted by the same channels.”

“Great. You know, I wish you people would learn to use the mail. ‘Cause having some witch start talking into my head is annoying.”

A concerned Morgan turned to his partner.

A pregnant pause filled the room as Darla caught on to just what she had said that made Morgan look at his partner that way.

“What?” asked Buffy. “I don’t have something on my face do I?” she asked nervously, reaching up to brush away the invisible thing.

“I said I wish...” said Darla.

“Oh that!” laughed Buffy relieved. “They already know how to use the postal system Darla...”

“That was truly stupid, Darla!” ranted Morgan all of a sudden. “You know what Erixel is!”

Darla rolled her eyes. “I am well aware of what she is, witch boy. She was supposed to be Angelus’ first slayer.”

Buffy smiled sweetly at the vampire. She was resisting the urge to stick a stake in her heart. “Well look how well that turned out. Let’s go Morgan,” said Buffy grabbing Morgan’s arm and trying to turn him away from Darla and towards the door of the room.
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It hadn’t taken long for the pair of undercover operatives to get to the location they were seeking. A teleport later they were strolling, arm in arm down the main street of a small port town, that obviously had been built up since the beginning of the war.

“You don’t seem to like her very much...” started Morgan.

“That’s an understatement,” snorted Buffy. “Tried to kill me, responsible for the one that killed my father. She’s the matriarch of their whole deadly psychotic family.”

“How long has it been since the last time you saw any of the Aurelians?”

“Forty four years,” she answered. “I saw Spike and Drusilla in China, 1900.”

Morgan nodded, as if reconciling the information and trying to come up with something new to say.

With the exception of her son, Anyanka, William and D’Hoffryn, Morgan was the foremost authority on her. He could write her biography if he felt like it.

“And you haven’t seen the father of your child since?” he asked.

Buffy shook her head. “When he didn’t show up again to see his son while Christopher was growing up...I didn’t think he was interested. You’ve heard the rumours. Dru is his eternal love.”

“Still...”

“I don’t pretend to know what’s going on in his head. I don’t know him anymore.”

“And if you were to randomly run into him?” asked Morgan.

“I’d probably pretend that you were my newest lover and make him see that I don’t care anymore.”

“Right...Can I veto that?” asked Morgan.

Buffy smiled at her friend. “If you are afraid of me kissing you having any effect on Anyanka and whether or not she’ll sleep with you again, don’t be. It’ll probably turn her on more.”

“Well then, I say more Rixy kisses.”

“Funny man.”

“Well, we could get out of there and find Anyanka if we could find the place where they are holding all their captured vamps,” explained Morgan.

Buffy nodded and attempted to sense out other demons in the area. Without knowing what she was doing she started walking towards an alleyway. Morgan followed behind.

Finally, she came to rest in front of a heavy steel door.

“In here,” she stated simply.

“How do you know?” Morgan asked. “Wouldn’t the place be guarded?”

Buffy shrugged. “If anyone broke in it would be bad news for them right?”

“What’s to keep the vampires in?” asked the warlock.

Buffy opened the heavy door with a creak. On the other side of the door was roughly 40 crosses nailed to the metal.

“Guess that explains that,” noted Morgan, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll get everything set up and we can go.”

Buffy nodded absently as her partner began assembling parts of the explosive device that he had hidden in his coat. He liked to keep his magical abilities for getting himself out of sticky situations.

The room they were in was dark, much darker than she normally was comfortable in. She could feel that there were other demons in the room, but no humans. It was highly likely that whoever the Germans left to guard the inside was lunch.

Suddenly, Morgan flashed his torch into the darkness for a moment, the light landing on a dark figure at the end of the room.

“Is that one of them then?” the warlock asked, shining his torch at the same spot once again, this time his light catching a wooden crate.

“Would you stop doing that?” she asked.

Morgan turned his flashlight to shine on his partner’s face for a moment before returning to his work.

“Buffy, there is a vampire behind you,” said the warlock with a gulp.

Buffy rolled her eyes in annoyance before twisting around, catching the vampire’s hand and bringing its arm around behind its back in a painful grip.

“Bloody Hell!” came the voice of the vampire in question, causing Buffy to drop his hand and take a step back from her attacker.

“Morgan, light, lots of it please,” ordered Buffy.

With a grumble, Morgan said a small incantation and lit the room with blue light. Buffy’s mouth hung open as the light revealed the face she had come to associate with her son stared back at her.

Christopher had lighter hair though.

“Spike what have you done to your hair?” asked Buffy her voice raised.

With a cocky smirk, Spike raised his hand to run it over his very black, very slicked back locks.

“Like it?”

Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Eww, no.”

“This is the famous William the Bloody then?” asked Morgan with a raised eyebrow. The warlock stood and offered his hand to the vampire to shake.

When Spike made no motion to shake Morgan’s hand, Buffy jabbed him in the ribs.

“Christopher does look a lot like him,” continued the warlock, shaking Spikes hand, countering the increased pressure of the vampire’s grip.

“Course I do, chip off the old block he is,” stated Spike.

“And how the fuck would you know that!” Buffy shouted. “You haven’t talked to him in decades!”

Spike let go of Morgan’s hand and whipped around to face the mother of his child.

“Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. How would you know? Spent holidays with the kid, that’s all. Boarding school is a bitch, Buffy.”

“I know that! I went to one,” she protested.

“You went to a girl’s school.”

“Are you saying that you actually visited Christopher while he was at school?” asked Morgan curious.

“No, not saying anything. Why don’t you just open the bloody door and be on your way.”

“No,” declared Buffy. “We have a job to do. You are part of the job.”

“You really going to blow me...up, luv?” he said all seductively.

“No,” she said staring him down. “Morgan is.”
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tbc...