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

Author’s note: Well here it is the much anticipated sequel to Future Childe. Hope you all like! Thanks to Neo for betaing this chapter and to everyone who’s been patiently waiting for me to continue the story.
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Chapter 1: A Rocky Beginning

The house was quiet. Spike sat in a straight backed chair, his head in his hands, candle light flickering off the angular features of his body. The vampire exhaled an unneeded breath that it seemed he had been holding in for ages. He was worried, he was confused, he was happy, he was sad. Slowly he forced himself to look up at the bed that was before him.

Tangled in the sheets, naked and looking like she had just had some very satisfying sex, Buffy Summers looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Of course that’s what a normal person would think, until they noticed the puncture wounds on her neck. He couldn’t believe he had actually done it. He’d turned Buffy, his Goldilocks. He didn’t understand how it had happened really, just that it was his fault.

Spike kept running the memory over and over in his head. Buffy begging him to do it, how she had welcomed it.

“Do it William.”

Spike brought his demon forth and stared into her green eyes for a moment.

“Please, make me like you.”

Spike thrust hard into her warm core a few more times, bringing him to the brink, then leaned down and bit. Her sweet blood rushed into his throat, like it had done so many times before.

“Mine,” he barked, then brought his fangs to the wound again, sucking the life blood out of her.

“Yours,” she acknowledged.

Buffy licked his neck once before biting hard into his neck, drawing blood with her blunt human teeth.

“Mine,” she whispered, feeling her loss of energy as he drained her. She placed her lips over his wound and drank until the darkness took her.

“Yours,” he whispered.

Now he could only hope that when she woke that she would still be the same girl he loved.
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Buffy woke to feeling terribly hungry. She had never felt so hungry in her entire life. She had been having the most wonderful dream, one in which she and Spike were together, without recriminations or disapproving looks. Buffy stared at the ceiling with doubt. She was in the mansion. Images came flooding back to her, why she was in the mansion, what had happened.

“I’m a vampire?” she asked the room, knowing that Spike would still be in the room, her Sire.

“You are pet,” he voice cutting through the silence.

“How long have I been out?” she asked still looking up at the ceiling.

“Two days.”

Buffy nodded up at the ceiling. She could feel a lone tear at the corner of her eye, why she didn’t know. She willed it away, unwilling to let Spike see it. This is what she wanted after all. “Hungry.” She made no move on the bed.

“I know pet.”

There was a pause as Buffy rolled herself over facing him. “Sire, I’m hungry.” Buffy crawled towards him on the bed. She was naked, but didn’t care.

Spike smirked and approached her on the bed. She was fangy and she didn’t even know it. She was gorgeous anyway.

Spike sat down on the bed beside her. Like a cat, Buffy started sniffing his neck, cautiously she poked her tongue out of her mouth and licked her marks on his neck. He didn’t know if she was acting like this on purpose or doing what every other fledge he had met did when they first rise and their sire is near.

“Sire...” she whined, seeking permission.

“Feed my childe,” he whispered, petting her head tenderly.

Without waiting any further Buffy sank her fangs into Spike’s neck.
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Spike flung the empty blood bag away and laid down next to his childe and mate. Buffy immediately curled up against him. She was purring. Her fingers trailed over his pale skin.

“Spike, I wanna go see my mom.”

“Remember what I said about Mums Goldilocks.”

“Check, no turning Mom.”

“I mean it Goldilocks.”

“I won’t turn my mom Spike. I don’t even feel like draining her. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“That’s cause you’re full,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’ve been gone for two days Spike. She probably thinks I’ve run away again. I need to let her know that I’m alright.”

Spike sat up on the bed, and took a long hard look at his childe.

“You care what your Mum thinks?” he asked, a little shocked.

“Maybe. So what do we do now?” Buffy was avoiding his stare and the question.

“Now pet?”

“Now that I’m all vampy.”

“Anything you want.”

Buffy rolled over to face him again, and ran her hand over his bicep. “Unless you tell me differently.”

Spike began to kiss up her arm.

“Spike?”

“Mmm Pet?”

“Can we go patrol? I wanna kill something?”

“Patrol?” said Spike, astonished. “You don’t have to do anymore bleedin’ patrolling.”

“But Spike I wanna patrol.”

“And what kill vampires?”

“Well ya.”

“But you are a vampire Luv.”

“So?”

“Baby’s all wrong,” whined Dru from the doorway.

The couple on the bed stopped moving and stared at the vampire in the doorway.

“When did she show up?” Buffy asked Spike quietly.

“Just now, I suspect,” said Spike. “Dru, pet, what do you mean she came back all wrong?”

“Like Daddy was. So sad. The Pixies are angry,” Dru continued to whine.

“Oh Pet, don’t be sad.” Spike tried to move towards his sire, to comfort her, but was held back on the bed by the possessive arms of Buffy.

“No sunshine, like Daddy, no Daddy. No Grandmummy. Baby’s all wrong,” Dru cried.

Dru crawled over to the bed and scooped Buffy up into her arms. Buffy felt a little awkward, her being naked and all, but overlying the discomfort with the situation Buffy felt protected and loved. What if Drusilla was right though, she often was. What if she had come back wrong? Truth was she didn’t know.

She didn’t much care either way. All she knew was that she didn’t have to worry about where her place in the world was anymore. It was here, with Spike and Drusilla. Her new family.
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Buffy dressed seductively in a black leather skirt and a tight tank top, patent leather boots and layers of necklaces and bracelets. Spike had snuck into her room in her mother’s house and taken a bunch of her stuff, including Mr Gordo which had earned him more than just a kiss of thanks.

Tonight they were going out, to feed, to celebrate. Buffy wanted to see for herself if she could be a vampire, a real vampire. So far she had only fed from Spike and from bags. She wanted to prove to Spike and to Drusilla that she hadn’t come back wrong at all.

“So how do I look?” asked Buffy as she turned around in place.

“Gorgeous as always,” purred Spike wrapping his arms around her.

She smiled and threaded her arms around the back of his neck.

“Can we see my mom on the way?”

Spike’s smile fell away. He didn’t understand this obsession with seeing her mom.

“You got to see your mom one last time Spike...” she whispered reading his mind.

“You know how that ended, pet.”

Buffy sighed. Yes she did know how that ended. Still, she wanted to be able to say a proper goodbye to her mother.

Appearing in the hallway was Drusilla, dressed in a long black skirt and matching corset top, her long black hair hanging loose.

“Is she coming?” asked Buffy, looking at her grandsire, and sorta already knowing the answer.

“She’s gotta eat too pet.”

Buffy groaned. She didn’t want Drusilla tagging along to see her mom. The crazy vampire would most likely try to make her mom a snack.

“Ok, but no eating my mom, got it?” said Buffy forcefully. “You even flash fang in front of her and you’re dust.”

“Miss Edith doesn’t like the way you speak to Grandmummy, pet. Your Sire has got to teach you some manners before the party starts.”

Buffy backed away from her grandsire with the conscious thought that she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to do. Buffy turned to look at Spike with questioning look in her eyes.

He didn’t look back. He was putting on his duster. “Let’s get this show on the road then,” he muttered, walking out into the night.

Buffy hung back for a bit, confused. Spike hadn’t said anything. Drusilla flashed her a sickly sweet smile and followed after Spike, taking his arm.

“Are you coming Baby?” asked Drusilla once they were in the mansion’s driveway.

Spike was opening the door of the Desoto for his Sire.

Buffy looked around confused for a moment. She did not want to get into a car with Drusilla. More so because they were three, and Buffy would be in the back seat. Sure it was juvenile of her to think that way, but Spike was hers, not Dru’s.

This was supposed to be just her and Spike, learning how to be a vampire, having alone time without minions or friends. All the romantic notions of her fledgling time were squashed when Drusilla appeared at the doorway.

“Are you coming or not pet?” asked Spike, finally looking at her.

Buffy felt like throwing a temper tantrum.

“I’m going to walk,” Buffy declared.

In an instant Spike was at her side, holding her arm at the elbow.

“You are the one who wanted to go see your mum, pet. The Bronze and your mum’s house are in two different directions.”

Buffy sniffed. “You don’t have to come. I’ll see my mom by myself and meet you at the Bronze.”

Spike gripped tighter.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’? I do what I want Spike,” protested the former Slayer.

“Exactly that, love, no. You don’t know what’s out there and you are still a fledge. You stay with me until I say so.”

Buffy looked up into his hard blue eyes, he wasn’t kidding. Another look to the car, knowing that Drusilla was sitting smugly in the front seat set Buffy’s resolve. He was going to have to force her.

Buffy removed his hand from her arm and stepped back. It wasn’t about what she wanted anymore; it was about control. She knew that if he wanted to he could control her. He had told her all about the Sire/Childe bond.

Buffy took another step back.

“Get in the bloody car, Buffy.”

That was it. She couldn’t deny it. There was something about the voice, the way he said it. Buffy walked towards the car and got in the back seat, behind the driver. She had made him use his control over her.

Spike shook his head sadly. Why she was testing him, he had no idea. Spike walked to the car and started up the engine. This was going to be a long night.
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tbc...