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Summary: Xander finds love in an older women, Darla.

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Author: MagnusXXN@Hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's Joss
Wheldon's baby as is Angel. I am not making any money so there's
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Burning eyes




The Master's Lair, 1996

"Zachary did not return from the hunt last night," said the Master.

The ancient vampire king was not in a good mood. One of his children
had been taken from him the night before, one of many in the last
few months. Ever since that damned girl came to his town.

"The Slayer?" Darla purred.

The blond vampiress knew her sire's anger. Knew he wouldn't be able
to just stand by and do nothing with another one of his children
being taking from him by that cheerleading stake-wielding bitch

"Zachary was strong, and he was careful. And still the Slayer takes
him... as she has taken so many of my family," he growled, " Its
beginning to wear thin." He looks towards Colin, the child vampire,
his anointed one.

"Colin, what would you do with her?" The leather clad master wonders
aloud.

"I'd annihilate her," he answers, his voice deep and foreboding. The
amount of blood that the vampire child was giving was more then most
were allowed. Much more then was needed to turn him.

His voice was just one sign of his differences, another was his
eyes; black, not red and gold like the younger vampires, or red like
the ancients. No, his eyes were black. A freak among the undead.

"Oh, from the mouths of babes!" Whispered the bold demon. "Let me do
it, Master! Let me kill her for you?" Darla asked with no little
interest. Her child, her favorite, Angelus was watching out for the
young slayer.

Darla would like nothing more then to hurt her wayward child. Show
him who his sire was, that he way he would never forget.

"You have a personal interest in this." He waved at her in a
dismissive gesture, "No. I will send The Three." Yes, he thought to
himself. The Three: his warrior vampires. They would dispatch the
slayer and her little helpers.

"But Master! Since you won't let me kill the slayer, what about her
watcher? Or one of the children that help her?" She tried to sound
humble, but it took a lot of effort. After all, she was four hundred
years old.

But even now after all of these years she was still her
sire's 'little girl'. Darla was his favorite consort.

Her pale skin crawled at the thought of his hands on her, touching
her. His disfigured demonic visage, and his burning red eyes. He was
her sire, yes. So it was his right to do with her body anyway he
pleased, but it didn't mean she was any less disgusted at the
thought of it.

And having to beg like a minion for a choice kill did nothing for
her mood. It wasn't like the old days when she didn't have had to
ask. When it was just Angelus, Drusilla, Spike and herself. Oh what
times those were. When she was the head of the family, back before
the curse and her master calling her home.

"Very well, Darla. You may take one of the slayer's little friends."
The ancient vampire reached up and stroked his child's soft blond
hair, laughing as he felt her shudder in detest. She never stopped
amusing him.

******

"Ah, the fumigation party," Willow joked.

She, Xander, and Buffy were sitting together at The Bronze.
Teenagers all around were chasing after cockroaches on the floor:
catch one and you get a free drink. Bug control at its best.

The red head turned to see that her slayer friend wasn't paying
attention.

"It's an annual tradition. The closing of the Bronze for a few days
to nuke the cockroaches?" Willow said again trying to earn at least
a smile from her depressed friend. She turned to her best friend for
support, only to find him looking around The Bronze for someone to
dance with.

If you could call what he does as dancing, more around the lines of
spazing with the music. Finally losing her patience, "It's a lot of
fun... What's it like where 'you' are?"

Finally shaking herself out of a funk Buffy answers, "I'm... sorry,
I was just... thinking about things... " The blond slayer looks
around trying to spot.... someone, anyone.

Seeing right through her Willow teases her a little, "So we're
talking about a guy?" She could do that, the red head thought to
herself. Once again glad she had a female friend to talk with. As
much as she loved Xander, he was a guy. And not at all good with the
girl talk.

Mmmmm, not that she minded too much. Just being around him made her
all tingly inside. She couldn't help but blush a little bit just
thinking about her oldest friend. "Not exactly a guy. For us to have
a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy for us to have
a conversation about. Is that a sentence?"

The sixteen-year-old teen rambled on.

Which just made Buffy feel even more pathetic. In her old high
school she was the queen, never unpopular, never without a date on a
Friday night. But now? With all the vampires, and other weird stuff
she just didn't have time.

"You lack a guy," Willow answered. Yeah, you and me both, she
thought to herself. If only Xander would buy a clue and figure out
how much she loved the big lug head. But no, she thought sourly, he
was to busy sniffing around Buffy like an animal.

She barely repressed the memories of Hyena-Xander staring at her
like she was a meal. He would have eaten her like a damn snack. But
that wasn't the only thing that hurt her, she was food to him but
Buffy was a possible mate.

"I do. Which is fine with me, most of the time, but..." She trailed
off.

"What about Angel?" The red headed teen asked. Yeah, she thought to
herself, focus on Angel and leave Xander alone. Willow could get
over the fact that her friend wanted Buffy, but if the slayer
returned his feelings... Would they even want to talk to her anymore?

Would they still be her friends if they had a relationship? She
couldn't risk that. Willow remembered how it was before Xander, when
she was all alone and scared. She couldn't do that. She couldn't be
alone again.

"Angel? I can just see him in a relationship. 'Hi, honey, you're in
grave danger. I'll see you next month," the blond said bitterly.
Yeah, Angel was a hottie. But the guy was so damn secretive. Hell,
for all she knew Angel wasn't even his real name.

But there was just something about him, something that Buffy
couldn't put her finger on. But she liked it.

"He's not around much, it's true." Which was a problem. If Willow
had any chance at all of hooking Buffy up with him then he'd have to
stick around for longer then three minutes. Three-minute man, she
chuckled to herself before realizing what she was thinking. "Darn,
Xander's sense of humor is really rubbing off on me," she whispered
to herself.

The sixteen-year-old blond looked off in space wearing a dreamy look
on her face, "When he is around... it's like the lights dim
everywhere else. You know how it's like that with some guys?"

"Oh, yeah!" Willow turns to look at Xander as he tries to talk up
some girl, only to be shot down when the girl's boyfriend shows up.

******

On the other side of The Bronze the dark haired teen is trying to
talk himself out of getting a black eye from an angry
boyfriend. "Dino, I was just leaving. Don't let me interrupt your
date." He tells the larger guy before making a hasty retreat.

The brown-eyed young man walks quickly towards his two best friends,
and then looks behind him to make sure that Dino isn't following
him. "Ahhh!"

Xander turns around quickly to help up the girl he'd knocked to the
ground. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He
apologizes, hoping she doesn't have an angry boyfriend around ready
to knock his lights out.

"S'all right, I didn't need to continue standing anyway." She tells
him sarcastically. She looks up at him, and Xander almost chokes.
Damn she's beautiful, he thinks to himself.

"Well, are you going to buy me a drink to make it up to me or stand
around like a scolded child?" Was the annoyed reply he received.

"Er.... um, right. A drink. Ummmm, what do you want to drink?" Yeah,
Xan. Real smooth, he berated himself.

Instead of making him feel even more foolish, the blond haired young
girl just smirks a little bit. "Just a coke."

"Ya, alright. I can do that." The teen tells her before going to the
bar to order the coke that is before he turns back towards her. "I
just remembered I don't have any money." Wow Xan, acting like a
total doofus and now a poor one at that. And you wonder why you
don't have to beat the girls off with sticks.

But to his astonishment the girl he'd knocked over doesn't blow him
off for not having enough money to buy that drink of hers. "That's
alright. You can just make it up to me some other way. Maybe a
kidney, or your first born." She jokes.

Which gets a nervous bout of laughter from him, "A kidney huh? Well,
I've got two of them so sure."

"True. So what's one vital organ between friends?" The blond all but
purrs. Xander can't help but notice the way her lips tremble when
she does that; it almost seems vulgar but not. Well... not too much
anyway.

With a self-serving smirk the blond smacks him playfully on the
arm, "Enough flirting, I have to get home. My father's going to
freak if I'm late."

Seemingly disappointed Xander tells her, "Alright then, ya. Well it
was good... knocking you over and all." He can't hide the miserable
look that pops up on his face. Ya, I'm a loser, his mind rages.

"You could walk me home if you want?" Something in her voice makes
him wonder. Her face is the picture of innocence, which with those
pouty lips of hers and he bet it wasn't too hard to pull off. But
her voice, she doesn't sound too innocent. Or worried that she's
going to be late.

"Yeah, alright." He tells her with a soft sigh. Damn, he thinks to
himself, those eyes of hers. They're just sooo blue. Like a clear
blue sky after a soft rain, beautiful behind belief. "I'm Xander."
He finally introduces himself.

"Darla." The name just rolls off her tongue, the teen can't help the
shudder that runs down his spine. He can't help but be amazed how
one word can drip in such a sexual way.

Which is what he's thinking about just before he leaves the safety
of The Bronze for the cold night air of Sunnydale.

******

The two of them walked in silence, not an awkward silence, no. Just
a quiet one. Neither needed to fill it with anything. Darla couldn't
help but wonder at that. Most times she would have to sweet talk her
victims, bat her big blue eyes and flirt and they'd follow her to
their doom.

But Alexander, she refused to call him Xander, such a childish name,
she had no reason to chat him up. He was just happy to have someone
near him, standing with him, walking with him. He intrigued her.

Most boys his age would be trying to impress her, to do or say
anything that would insure that he'd get into her pants. Alexander
just seemed to enjoy her company. Darla liked that, the young man
sorta reminded her of Drusilla.

A much, much saner Drusilla but Drusilla nevertheless. It was the
eyes. They seemed to take everything in; something the four hundred
year old vampiress had seen before. Maybe the boy was a seer?

But she quickly ruled out the possibility. If he could see the
future then he should be able to see what Darla had planned for him.
And sane people didn't stick around with demons that wanted to cut
out their innards and wear them as a hat.

She sighed, "Maybe he's more like Dru then I first thought."

"You say something?" Xander asked. The blond just turned to him with
a playful smile adoring her lips, "No. Just... thinking." Lamb,
Darla, real lamb. Once one of the most feared vampires in history
and now you're getting tongue-tied around a 16 year old boy.

"Ya, I hear it can be unhealthy. That's why I do it as little as I
can." He joked unexpectedly which caught her off guard as she barked
a short laugh out before realizing she'd done so.

For the first time in many centuries Darla was feeling foolish, and
she didn't like it one bit. When she'd picked the boy out of the
crowd as one of the slayer's little helpers she'd thought to get him
alone where she could torture him for a few hours before dropping
off his body at the slayer's door.

But now? The more she spent time with him the more she was looking
at him like a perspective child. Not a minion or a hanger on, but a
child. Which come to think of it made her very weary of the boy. She
hadn't made a child since... Angelus.

Sure she had hundreds of minions over the centuries and more then a
few little groupies that would follow her around. But a child?

Not since her darling boy Angel. And after two hundred and fifty
years, Darla hadn't expected to want another child. No, she'd wanted
Angelus and only Angelus for all that time.

But there was just something about Alexander. Besides the name,
which she thought very ironic. Alexander, the protector of mankind.
What a name for a vampire. She would cherish the look in the eyes of
terrified victims at the name of her child, a name that would strike
fear in their beating hearts.

That's why she'd changed Liam's name into Angelus, Latin for Angel.

She looked around and saw that the two of them were now walking
towards the main housing in the town. Had been walking in silence
for at least ten minutes, but it was comforting.

Something else she liked about Alexander. At the dance club he'd
been bouncing around like a five year old on a sugar high, but now?
He was so calm, so inscrutable. He had no idea how much he'd
enthralled her.

But maybe that was his power? If not a seer maybe he had some sort
of ability to come off... Darla didn't know, gray maybe? Not the
color, but the feel to him. In the middle, not really seen. Like a
shadow. He was just there.

Angelus had never been able to pull that off, nor had Darla herself.
Once again only Drusilla could do that.

The blond vampiress couldn't help but wonder where his power came
from. The Hellmouth, maybe? He no doubt had grown up in Sunnydale
and had no idea of its darker side until the slayer came to town.

She couldn't help but wonder what her vampiric blood would do to
this power of his? It would be a great asset to him that she was
sure of. He could blend into the background, to the people around
him. He'd never have to fear being hunted because who could find him?

Even if they were looking right at him, how could they know what
they were looking at?

And besides that, Darla couldn't help but notice that he was very
handsome. She hadn't touched him too much, maybe a little around the
arms. But she was sure that given a few good workouts that Alexander
could become quite lean. Like Spike.

But she would never allow any child of her to do 'that' to their
hair. Her great grandchild looked like a Billy Idol wannabe. And
Alexander had such nice dark hair, she wondered if it was as soft as
it looked.

"Hey, I forgot to ask. Where do you live?" Xander turned to her and
asked.

But it wasn't the face of a beautiful blue eyed girl that he was now
looking at, oh no. It was a game face, her game face. And before he
had the chance to even scream she was on him.

Her sharp teeth biting into his throat. The dark haired teen could
feel her cool hands wrapping around his body, pulling him closer.
Her arms felt like steel cables around him. He wasn't strong enough
to fight her off.

And as his vision slowly began to swim and the stars overhead began
to blur, Xander could only stand there as his life's blood was
stolen from him. The teen could almost feel his warmth leaving him
and going into Darla.

But just before death, just before the last rasps of breath left
him, she pulled back. "I'll show you the world." The vampiress
whispered into his ear, her right arm holding him up as she opened
her shirt up and with a sharp talon she cut a bloody line above her
breasts.

Then she forced his mouth against her chest. Like a child suckling
from their mother, he fed from her.

******

"He spent the night in your room? In your bed?" Willow asked in
astonishment.

"Not 'in' my bed, by my bed." Buffy answered. The blond slayer was
just explaining to her friend what had happened the night before.
How three wicked looking vampires had attacked her and Angel had
come in and saved the day.

But he did get pretty slashed up in the process, so she told him he
could sleep by her bed since the vampires might still be lurking
around outside.

"That is so romantic! Did you, uh... I mean, did he, uh... "She
trailed off being unable to find the words to the question she
wanted to ask. "He was a perfect gentleman." Buffy explained. They
both let out a soft sigh.

Willow looked around at the library for a moment something was
missing, no. Someone was missing. "Hey, have you seen Xander today?"
The young red head asked a little worried. It wasn't like him to
ditch school.

Well he did ditch pretty much all the time, but not without telling
her about it. It was just something he would do. The slayer shook
her head, "No. Maybe he's just laying out today."

Giles finally took the time to get between them and their
conversation, "As riveting as young Mr. Harris' skipping school is,
lets get back to what happened to you last night. You left the
Bronze and were set upon by three unusually virile vampires?"

The watcher pulled out one of the books he'd been researching about
The Master's past. He'd run across a few pages about three vampires
of The Master's, his warrior vampires. "Did they look like this?"

The inscribed picture was old, but you could easily make out the
three scarred and armored vampires.

"Yeah, that's them."

"Hmmm, it seems you encountered the Three. Warrior vampires, very
proud and very strong. Very strong. They were all old enough to
strike out on their own as masters but were too loyal to their own
sire, The Master, to ever leave his service."

"How is it you always know this stuff?" Willow cut in. You always
know what's going on. I never know what's going on." Which was
something new to the young red head. She prided herself on being the
most learned person around, but Mr. Giles always seemed to be three
steps ahead of her.

Giles then took off his glasses and began rubbing his sore
eyes, "Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching
it. " He almost scoffed. Unable to get over how in the old days he
would have been able to research for days, but now? One night of
extra research and he was pooped.

"No, I was sleeping." She explained sarcastically.

"Uh, o-obviously you're hurting the Master very much. He, he
wouldn't send the, the Three for just anyone. We must step up our
training with weapons." The watcher told her a bit fearfully. If The
Master was upping his efforts to kill his slayer, then Buffy could
be in real danger.

"So what does that mean? Does Buffy and her mom need to leave town
for a few days?" The red haired computer geek wondered. "And Angel!
Is he safe? Should he start looking for a new home somewhere outside
of town?"

"Angel and Buffy are, are not in any immediate jeopardy. Eventually
the Master will send someone else, but in the meantime the Three,
having failed, will offer their own lives in penance. " He informed
them trying to hide a smirk.

The Three had never failed in one of their missions until last
night. The Master would no doubt be extremely cross with them.

******

Underneath the ground, in the vampire's tunnels Darla stood above a
shallow grave waiting for her new child to wake. The Master sat on
his stone throne a few feet away, still stuck behind the magic
energies that bind him over the Hellmouth.

"It is time. He's awake." The ancient vampire informed her.

Even ten feet further away from the grave then her, he could feel
the young vampire awake. But after two thousand years of life his
vampiric powers were far more developed then his young child.

With a roar, the being that was once Xander Harris burst from the
ground around him. He snarled like a wild animal at the slightest
movement, his mind not yet caught up to what was going on around
him.

Darla greets him with a smile before helping him to his feet. "It
hurts, I know, but not for long. Death and life all in the same day,
you most be tired." Her voice was low, soothing him and his weary
nerves.

Xander gasped for the air that his lungs no longer required. "I... I
could feel you, above me. Waiting for me. My head, everything looks
so much..." He trailed off.

"Clearer?" The Master finished for him. For the first time the young
fledgling took notice of the ancient vampire who was watching him
with some interest in his blood red eyes.

He nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes. Everything is so much clearer
now. I can see the world in such..."

The Master's pale lips curled into a smile, "Glory, yes. You can
finally see the world in its true form. The way no human could ever
see it, or ever understand it.

Darla took this moment to get her child's attention back as she
pulled out a young girl that she'd captured the night before to feed
her sleeping child. "Here, take her. You know what to do." The blond
vampiress pushed the struggling girl into her child's arms.

The young vampire looks at the frightened human for a few moments
before turning to his sire, which with a smile nods for him to go
on. And with sure movements his game face emerges and he bites into
the girl's throat.

He drains her dry in moments, and then disregards her body with
detest before he turns to his sire. Which is the first time Darla
gets to see her young one's demonic visage.

His game face was no different then most young vampires. His demonic
ridges were softer, smaller, for he was just a few moments old. It
would take him centuries to have strong ridges like Darla, or a well-
defined visage like the master.

There was only one thing out of place. His eyes. He did not have
eyes like a normal vampire, golden with traces of blood around the
iris. Nor did he have solid red eyes like The Master. No, his eyes
were a startling green.

She couldn't help but gasp in surprise, but she wasn't disappointed,
no. His eyes were beautiful, startling yes, but very beautiful.

"Hmmmm, how very strange." The Master said. "I'd felt something
different about the boy when you buried him. For a moment I'd
thought you'd turned a werewolf. I could sense an animal presence
within him. That's where he gets the eyes." He concluded.

The pasty ancient vampire as well as Darla turned to the young
fledgling waiting for an explanation. "I was possessed by a Hyena
spirit a few days ago, but it was exorcized from me." Xander
explained.

"No, not completely. Some of that animal spirit was still inside you
then, and still is now."

Darla never one to be ignored once again got between her child and
her sire's conversation, "How do you feel now, Alexander?" She
asked.

"I feel good. It makes sense now." The dark haired fledgling told
her with a coy smile. Needing no more excuse the four hundred year
old vampiress descended on her child's lips. Not just kissing him,
but cleaning away any excess blood that might have left.

After a few moments she deepened the kiss, her tongue invading his
mouth tasting every inch of his mouth. Her hands now roaming up
underneath his shirt feeling his cool flesh for the first time. They
alone broke apart when The Master coughed to get the duos attention.

"I'll let you get back to one another in a little while, but right
now The Three need to be punished for their failure. Darla, if you'd
please?" The leather-clad vampire nodded to the wooden spear near
the main entrance.

The Master did not let failure be punished lightly. The Three would
pay with their lives.

******

The next morning at Sunnydale High.

"Angel's a vampire?" Willow asked worried. This was not how it was
supposed to go. Buffy was supposed to fall in love with a nice dark
brooding guy, and stay away from her Xander. Not fall for a corpse.

"I can't believe this is happening. One minute we were kissing, and
the next minute..." The blond slayer turned to her watcher
expectedly. Maybe there was a chance that Angel was a good
vampire? "Can a vampire ever be a good person? Couldn't it happen?"

Giles just shook his head in denial, "A vampire isn't a person at
all."

Something he knew shouldn't have even had to be pointed out. If she
was a proper trained slayer she wouldn't even be asking the
question. "It may have the movements, the, the memories, even the
personality of the person that it took over, but it's still a demon
at the core, there is no halfway." He explained with a shrug.

"That's bad, huh?" The red haired teen interjected.

"Well, then what was he doing? Why was he good to me? Was it all
some part of the Master's plan? It doesn't make sense!" She
exclaimed. Angel hadn't done anything to hurt her, nothing. She
couldn't just look at him like just another vampire. He was
different he had to be.

Willow looked around, "Not to be getting off topic, but has anyone
seen Xander?" She questioned her friend.

"Willow! I don't have time to be keeping up with Xander's
whereabouts. I have real problems here." The slayer argued. Seeing
the hurt look on her friend's face all she could do was shrug in
indifference.

Xander was just skipping school again. Buffy didn't have time to
worry about him, this thing with Angel was just more important.

******

Underneath the ground Darla was showing her new child to her
bedchambers. The cool breeze that ran through the tunnels only made
her pale skin prickle more, but mostly her goosebumps came from her
dark haired fledgling behind her.

Once there she unlocked her door and pulled him inside. Darla then
walked over to her oil lamp and lit it, the faint light making the
room sort of glow. It was perfect.

She turned to Xander, who was by this point somewhat nervous. Hmmm,
a virgin too, the blond vampiress thought with a wicked grin
appearing on her lips. This would be even more fun then she'd
expected.

"Get out of those clothes, and underneath the covers." She told him
with a smirk.

He nodded before beginning to unbutton his shirt, which was dirty
from when he'd been buried. He'd need new clothes, but that was a
problem for another day. Xander kicked off his shoes and socks
before turning towards his sire. "Darla..."

If he needed to breath now he would have been chocking on the sight
before him, Darla stood a few feet away from him only dressed in her
birthday suit. She was smiling at him seemingly pleased by his
speechlessness.

The newly created vampire couldn't help but take in her form, her
creamy colored skin, like rich white china. The curves of her
breasts were just so... beautiful was the only thing that came to
mind. She was a vision, a demonic goddess.

Her smile took on a more ruthful look, "I thought I told you to
strip." The tone in her voice sent shivers down his spine. Damn he
was so cute, she thought while looking at his nervous actions.

The dark haired vampire nodded dumbly, he finished off his clothes
until he was standing before her wearing about as much as she was.

This time it was her who took a moment to look him over. His skin
was already quit pale, his dark hair and eyes seemed almost
unearthly black against the white tones of his cool flesh. He was
thin, lanky, much like you'd expect a sixteen-year-old boy to be.

But she would have him change that. Maybe workout. Running,
weightlifting, no child of hers would sit idly by being lazy. Next
her gaze traveled a bit more south; the vampiress gave a toothy
smile at his manhood. "Mmmmm, however did you hide that? Those pants
weren't 'that' baggy."

If it was possible Xander would no doubt be blushing, vampire or not
he was still a young man and nothing makes a guy turn crimson faster
then an attractive girl appraising you like a pasturing bull.

Darla for her part finally getting over the shock of how well
endowed her child really was, she took a step towards him. Her blue
eyes locked on his dark brown, "On that bed Alexander." She ordered.

The teen slid under the warm covers and waited for further
instructions. Seconds later his sire pulled the covers away so that
no part of him was hiding from her gaze; then she kneeled down on
his knees.

He tried to hide it, Darla was sure, but her dark child was
trembling like a leaf. And now more then ever she was sure there was
something about him, some ability he might not even be aware of
because she could 'feel' him inside her.

Not physically, well not yet, but 'him'. His presence was coiled
around inside her and she could feel what he was feeling.

Her mind traveled back one hundred and twenty years to her
grandchild Drusilla. And the blond vampiress couldn't help but
notice how her child and her grandchild looked so much alike. They
could pass for brother and sister.

But more then that their... she didn't know the word for it, empathy
maybe? Their control over the minds and hearts of others felt just
the same. Of course Drusilla knew what she was doing.

Her power had manifested giving her the ability to see glimpses of
the future. Alexander's power hid him, like a dark blanket. He was
there but at times you'd never even notice him unless he wanted you
to.

Xander moaned softly as his sire's hands wrapped around him,
stroking him as she looked deeply into his eyes.

She smiled at his reaction to her simple touch, loving the fact that
she had such control over his body. But that wasn't a surprise.
Darla had owned the affection of men for the last four hundred
years.

His member was cool to the touch, as well as most vampires' skin.
She had to work her hands quickly around him to pickup speed, to
heat his icy manhood up. She hadn't met another vampiress who had
done this with their lovers, but Darla had learned it just felt
better warm like that.

At least for him. She wanted to learn his reaction to this, and so
much more. After all she was his sire, his teacher. And not just in
how to become a master, or survive his first century, but in all
things. Sex, just being one of the more pleasant.

"Mmmm, oh you like that don't you? My lovely dark child." Xander had
to bite the inside of his mouth to stop from organism just from her
teasing words, let along the affect her touch was having on him.

It felt, god, there wasn't a word for how it felt. How could someone
explain how it felt to a virgin the first time someone touched them?
Wondrous didn't cover it, it was like seeing a god. Or in this case,
a goddess. Almost religious.

Darla could feel how good this was for him because she was
feeling 'everything' he was. And the pleasure she was receiving
through this link was almost blinding, if she had a heartbeat it
might exploded. And he didn't even realize what he was doing.

She'd have to tell the Master about this. Or maybe get in touch with
Drusilla. Because besides being great for sex, it could be a
powerful weapon.

To make those around you not see you, or to makes others feel what
you were feeling. Her child could make a mob of teenagers riot just
by showing them his bloodlust, or turn them into an orgy. Blood,
sex, and death, it just doesn't get much better then that.

Having had enough with the first dish, Darla moved onto the main
course. Her sky blue eyes peered into her child's as she watched
them close in need, just before she slowly descended on him. Her
mouth taking him in.....

******

Angel's apartment later that night.

The vampire with a soul closes his door and walks inside, but that's
when he feels it, a presence.

"Who's here?" He demands. No one was supposed to know where he
lived. He'd paid that worm Willy enough to make sure that anyone who
looked for information about him wouldn't find any.

"A friend." A silky voice calls from behind him. He quickly turns
around to face his would be attacker, and there he sees his sire
walk out of the shadows. She's wearing a Catholic schoolgirl
uniform.

"It's been a while." Her tone is condescending, if not outright
angry. She hadn't realized how truly sickening her once beautiful
boy had become. The soul that resided inside him disgusted her. She
couldn't keep the repulsion off her perfect features.

"A lifetime." He muttered softly. Angel had known she was in town,
but hadn't come across her until now. He through their sire/child
bond could still feel her disgust for him. And even now that still
hurt.

"Or two, but whose counting." It was easy to fall into old banter
like old friends, even if they hated one another.

He gave her a once over before speaking, "What's with the Catholic
schoolgirl look? Last time I saw you it was cheongsams." China, how
he missed that country. But maybe he would see it again one day.

"And last time I saw you it wasn't high school girls." Or slayers,
god that was even worse, like the lamb lying down with the lion. But
feeling self conscience

Darla flared her skirt a bit, "Don't cha like?" She imitated one of
those airhead teens she seen in the Bronze.

"Remember Budapest? Turn of the century? You were such a bad boy
during that earthquake." Those were good times, at least for her.
When her darling boy was still himself and wrecked all kinds of
havoc - all sorts of death.

"You did some damage yourself. " He told her somewhat pettily. As if
he hadn't been right beside her and his children as they
slaughtered, raped, and burned down everything around them.

Lost in old memories she goes on, "Is there anything better than a
natural disaster? The panic. The people lost in the streets. It's
like picking fruit off the vine." Just thinking about it got her
juices flowing.

She sat on his four-poster bed, and wondered if he'd smelled her
dark child on her yet? Darla could still smell his scent on her, and
feel his skin against hers. He was a quick learner, it took Angelus
days to figure out what she liked.

But not her Alexander, no. He just seemed to... know.

"Nice!" She told him as she bounced on his bed. "You're living above
ground, like one of them. You and your new friend are attacking us,
like one of them." And all she despised him for it.

Seeing a way to show him his own lies she walked over to his
window. "But guess what, precious? You're not one of them." Standing
a little away, she was out of the sun's dangerous rays when she
opened the blinds to let the daylight pour in.

"Are you?" She taunted him.

The Irish born vampire shook his head in denial, "No. But I'm not
exactly one of you either."

The blond vampiress exhaled air she didn't need, but his answer just
seemed so damned righteous. Ever the little prick. Like he wasn't
really a vampire, that his soul wasn't the only thing keeping him
from reclaiming what was once his. His respect.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself these days." She saw a
refrigerator in his kitchen and quickly makes her way over to
it, "You're not exactly living off quiche." Pigs' blood was the only
thing in his refrigerator. Living off swine now, had he no self-
respect at all?

"You and I both know what you hunger for." Real blood, human blood.
There was nothing like it, no other being held such interest for a
vampire then humans. Their taste would always be the most divine.

"Its what you need. Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's who we
are. It's what makes eternal life worth living." Why couldn't he see
that? She couldn't help but wonder. Why couldn't he return with her?
Now with her Alexander the three of them could rule this town.

"Mm. You can only suppress your real nature for so long. You can
feel it brewing inside of you. I hope I'm around when it explodes."
Yes, that will be some sight.

"Maybe you don't wanna be." He shouted back.

"I'm not afraid of you. I bet she is, though." Darla had heard the
slayer now knew of her child's true nature. It would only be a
matter of time before a battle would have to be fought. "Or maybe
I'm underestimating her. Talk to her. Tell her about the curse.
Maybe she'll come around. And if she still doesn't trust you, you
know where I'll be."

She didn't even dignify him with a backward glace as she walked
away. She'd been so close to him, watched as his eyes flashed
vampiric gold. He smelled her new child, her lover on her. Maybe it
was just the last nail in his coffin?

******

The Master's main chamber.

"Don't think I'm not grateful, you letting me kill The Three." She
tells him. That was quite an honor, to be able to set down
punishment on those vampires around her. Finally showing that she
was in fact a master of her own caliber.

Darla leaned back against her child's chest; his arms came around
and wrapped themselves around her protectively. She sighed
gratefully. Seeing her former child in such a state had taken a lot
out of her.

But not so much so that she couldn't find new clothes for Alexander.
Ones in which he didn't look like a clown. In fact, his new clothes
looked nothing of the sort now. Totally devoid of all color.

Black leather pants, with a black silk shirt underneath but it was
hidden underneath his long leather coat. Which was buttoned all the
way down, its total length coming down to his knees. If only he was
wearing a white color he'd look every bit like a leather-clad
priest.

"How can my children learn if I do everything for them?" The Master
told her.

"But you've gotta let me take care of the Slayer. I have no doubt
that with Alexander by my side we can do it." The four hundred year
old vampiress told him hotly. She knew she could kill the little
bitch.

The ancient vampire just smirked down at her, "Oh! You're giving me
orders now!" That just wouldn't do. But it was a bit surprising;
Darla never did anything like that unless she had a plan.

"Okay, then, we'll just do nothing while she takes us out one by
one." She grabs Xander's hand and they turn together to leave The
Master's presence.

"Do I sense a plan, Darla? Share with the class." His mind open to
whatever she had to say. After all, Darla was one of his best and
brightest children. And her plans rarely ever failed.

"Angel kills her and comes back to the fold." She informs him with a
coy smile. Her mind going over just how she could trick her child
into killing his new love and coming back to the family.

"Angel! He was the most vicious creature I ever met. I miss him."
Angelus was such a figurehead to all that was evil and sadist about
vampires. The Master could look over the fact that he was a cocky
little shit for all those reasons.

"So do I." If only he would come back to them. How she would love
having her oldest child and youngest beside her as they burned the
town to ashes and slaughter its people. It had been so long since
she'd slaughtered a whole town.

Xander listened in, not really taking part in the conversation.
After all, he hadn't known Angel very well in his life. But the way
his sire and grandsire talked about him, he sounded like a pleasant
guy to have around when you wanted something dead.

"Why would he kill her if he feels for her?" The two thousand year
old vampire wondered. Of course he could think of many reasons, but
he wanted to know how Darla would make it happen.

This was the fun part, "To keep her from killing him."

A thoughtful look passed over the ancient vampire's face before he
smiled, "Hmm, Alexander, Colin, you see how we all work together for
the common good? That's how a family is supposed to function!"

******

The Summers' house, the following night.

A knock on the backdoor alerts Joyce Summers of an unexpected guest.
The slayer's mother opens the door to see two young people standing
on her stoop. A young blond schoolgirl, and Mrs. Summers had to do a
double take because for a second she thought a priest was there.

But no, only Buffy's friend Xander wearing far too much leather for
her taste.

"Hello?" The older woman asked wondering why they had come over at
nine o'clock at night.

"Hi! I'm Darla? A friend of Buffy's? You know Xander, right?" The
vampiress fawned innocence to the point that she might have deserved
an award. Acting like that makes Julia Roberts seem amateur at best.

"Oh! Yes, nice to meet you." Joyce told her with a relieved sigh.
She'd been worried something had happened to Buffy. Or heaven forbid
her daughter had gotten into trouble at school again.

"Buffy didn't mention anything about us coming over for a study
date, did she? " Xander asked, the first time he'd said anything in
the elder Summers' presence that night, or come to think of it any
other.

Joyce can only shake her head in denial. "No, I thought she was
studying with Willow at the library." She informed them. Was her
daughter really struggling that much in school? To need not one
tutor, but three?

"She is. Willow's the Civil War expert, but then I was supposed to
help her with the War of Independence. Xander and my family kinda go
back to those days." Darla had a hard time fighting off a smirk at
saying that.

Seeing that she'd kept her daughter's classmates on the front porch
the whole time Joyce said, "Well, I, I know she's supposed to be
home soon. Would you like to come in and wait?"

The two 'teen's share a smile before walking into Buffy's
house. "It's very nice of you to invite us into your home."

The elder Summers' could only smile at how polite they were being.
Such nice young people her daughter had became friends with, much
better then that snobbish lot she'd hung out with back in LA.

"You're welcome. I've been wrestling with the IRS all night. Would
you like something to eat?" The dirty blond woman asked having some
left over Bar-B-Q in her kitchen.

Xander answered with a cool grin, "Yes, we would!" The pair of them
looked expectedly at Joyce's throat, as they follow her into the
kitchen.

What a nice young man, Mrs. Summers thinks to herself. Much better
then that Angel fellow, who just seemed far too old for her
daughter. "Let's see what we have. Do you feel like something little
or something big?"

Darla shared a grin with her child before the two of them vamped
out, "Something big!"

With swift movements the two of them descend on her throat, their
sharp teeth sinking into Joyce's throat like a hot knife through
butter. The elder Summers could only let out a pained scream as her
lifeblood was stolen from her.

Moments later the front door is kicked in and an angry Angel shouts
at the pair, "Let her go!" But he has little time to hide his
surprise at seeing not just Darla but also Xander, who he knew to be
one of Buffy's friends.

"We just had a little, there's plenty more. Aren't you hungry for
something warm after all this time? Come on, Angel. Just say 'Yes'!"
She taunted him before throwing the injured woman into his arms.

The smell of the blood so close, so warm is more then he can stand.
Angel has no other choice but to vamp out. Darla watches with a soft
smile, as his true face appears, "Welcome home!" She and Xander make
a quick exit as the vampire with a soul fights with his inner demon.

Seconds later Buffy walks through her front door, "Mom! I'm home."

That's when she sees Angel, his fangs bared at her, her mother's
throat open and bleeding.

******

Angel's apartment.

"She's out hunting you right now." The blond vampiress goads her
oldest child. "She wants to kill you." Just like I planned.

"Leave me alone." He grunts. His mind in turmoil over what he almost
did. He'd come so close to biting her, draining Buffy's mom of every
last drop of blood in her veins. God, what had he done?

"What did you think? Did you think she would understand? That she
would look at your face... your true face... and give you a kiss?"
Showing a sadistic streak Angel was all too aware of, Darla rubbing
in his face how no one wanted him. Not even her.

Seeing that she was finally getting to him she went on, "For a
hundred years you've not had a moment's peace because you will not
accept who you are. That's all you have to do. Accept it. Don't let
her hunt you down. Don't whimper and mewl like a mangy human. Kill!
Feed! Live!"

With a growl the two hundred and fifty year old master vampire jumps
up and shoves her against the wall with her arms pinned
up. "Enough!"

"Tell me what you want!?!" She demands knowing she's got him now.

"I want it finished!" He snarls. Angel couldn't take it anymore.
Hiding from the light of day, being beaten by a mere slip a girl.
He'd had enough of it all, and just wanted it to all end.

"That's good. You're hurting me." The four hundred year old master
vampiress tells him with a smirk, "That's good, too."

******

The Hospital.

"She talks about you all the time." She informs Giles, her
daughter's librarian, whom her daughter had spoken very highly of
since moving to Sunnydale. It was good for her to have friends, even
teachers that she considered friends.

"It's important to have teachers who make an impression."

Thinking over everything he knew about Buffy, his slayer, Giles
could only grin when he answered, "She makes quite an impression
herself." Quite an... interesting young girl.

"I-I know she's having trouble with history. I-is it too difficult
for her or is she not applying herself?" Joyce wondered. Her
daughter hadn't been very good with her schooling in LA, but things
just seemed to get worse. Maybe she had a learning disability?

"She lives very much in the 'now', um, and, uh, history, of course,
is, is very much about the, uh... the 'then'. B-b-but there's no
reason..." But he couldn't help but think that maybe she was right?
Could Buffy need more...special classes to help in her learning?

"She's studying with Willow, she's studying with Darla, and Xander.
I-I mean, she is trying." That's when she remembered; they were with
her when she had her 'accident'. They must have been frightened.

"Xander? Well, yes I suppose. But err, Darla? I-I-I don't believe I
know, uh..." The watcher didn't know any students by that name.
Which was odd.

"Buffy's friend, the one who came over tonight. Her and Xander."
Mrs. Summers informed him. Not really understanding why he seemed so
reluctant in saying that this Xander was helping her daughter. Maybe
he wasn't there to study, could Buffy have a boyfriend?

One that she was sneaking over, but telling Joyce that they
were 'studying'?

A frightful look passed over the watcher's face. Xander hadn't been
seen in a few days, could something have happened? "Darla and Xander
came to your house tonight? Th-their the friends that you mentioned
earlier?"

He, as well as Buffy had just thought Angel and one of his friends
had somehow gotten invited into her house and attacked Buffy's mom.
But the way it sounds he had nothing to do with it, but maybe Xander
did?

"Poor things, I must've frightened them half to death when I
fainted. Someone should really check and make sure their alright."
What a poor hostess she must have been fainting in front of her
daughter's friends. Joyce felt just awful.

His fears realized Giles gets up and heads towards the door, "Yes,
someone should, right away. I'll do it." He hurries away.

Which leaves Mrs. Summers lying alone, "That school is amazing!" She
tells herself. If the teachers were as nice as Mr. Giles then this
move might just be the best for her and Buffy.

******

The Bronze.

"C'mon! Don't go soft on me now!" Angel yells at the slayer. He
didn't want her to get sloppy now, he wanted it done, finished.

Buffy shoots off a bolt from her crossbow, but it hits the hall next
to him. "Little wide." He taunts. Maybe this wouldn't be as easy as
he'd first expected. "Come on, Slayer. You can do better then that."

"Why?!?" She demanded. "Why didn't you just attack me when you had
the chance? Was it a joke? To make me feel for you and then... I've
killed a lot of vampires. I've never hated one before." She needed
to know why.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Feels simple. Hate works like that." And
how he missed how simple things used to be. Before the curse, before
his soul. And all the pain and suffering he'd had to endure because
of it.

"I invited you into my home and then you attacked my family!" She
accuses. How could he have done such a thing? To not just hurt her,
but to go after her mother too!

"Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends... and their
friend's children... For a hundred years I offered ugly death to
everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart." It had all
been so much simpler back then.

"What changed?" Buffy had to know why. She needed to know. Things
just didn't seem right, and the slayer refused to admit she might
have been wrong about him. That he wasn't good.

"Fed on a girl about your age... beautiful... dumb as a post... but
a favorite among her clan." She sorta reminds me of you, he thought
bitterly. But at least she wasn't a slayer; god knows what the
Gypsies would have done with him then.

"Her clan?" She didn't understand.

"Romany." He answered, but she still looked clueless, "Gypsies. The
elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my
soul." And how he hated them for it.

Still not understanding what the big deal about a soul was she
asked, "What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment?"
Blinding torment, that sounds good right about now. After what he
did to her mother.

"When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn't
get your soul. That's gone! No conscience, no remorse... It's an
easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the
things I've done... and to care. I haven't fed on a living human
being since that day."

Not willing to feel sorry for him she blurted out, "So you started
with my mom?"

"I didn't bite her!" I just almost did, but he wasn't going to tell
her that. Not if he was just now getting through to her. Not when
there was still a chance that they could both walk out of here
alive.

"Then why didn't you say something?" Damn it! She knew, Buffy knew
there had to be an explanation. She wasn't wrong about him Angel was
a good vampire. Her vampire.

"But I wanted to. I can walk like a man, but I'm not one. I wanted
to kill you tonight." Wanted to kill her so badly. To just let his
demon win, then maybe he would know some kind of peace.

Taking a blind leap of faith, the blond slayer drops her crossbow to
the ground and offers him her throat. Knowing that she was right,
that he couldn't hurt her. Wouldn't hurt her. "Go ahead."

Angel can only watch her with some sort of perverse interest. This
isn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to either kill
him, or he'd kill her. Not... make peace with what he was?

"Not as easy as it looks." She told him with a smile.

An unexpected voice calls from behind them both, "Sure it is." The
two of them turn to see Darla walk out of a nearby shadow, her game
face firmly in place.

******

"Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?" Darla asked.

She knew a sadness that cut deep into her unbeating heart. She'd
thought that maybe Angel was ready to come back to the fold.

"Bad hair on top of that outfit?" Buffy taunted childishly.

"To love someone who used to love you." The blond vampiress informed
the young slayer. Not as a lover of course. She'd long gotten over
her dark Angel. But as a sire would a child. And he'd been her
child, her very first one.

The sixteen-year-old girl turned from Darla to Angel, "You guys were
involved?" A spike of jealousy ran through her.

"For several generations." Maybe she was being masochistic, thinking
about what used to be. Before the soul and all of this shit. When it
was just him and her and a long bloody path through the world.

"Well, you've been around since Columbus, you are bound to pile up a
few ex's. You're older than him, right? Just between us girls, you
are looking a little worn around the eyes." Buffy teased her cruelly.

Not understanding that Darla's game face was just more pronounced
because of the centuries of life she had, two more then her Angel.

"I made him." She told the slayer annoyed. "There was a time when we
shared everything, wasn't there Angelus? You had a chance to come
home, to rule with me in the Master's court for a thousand years,
but you threw that away. You love someone who hates us. You're a
twisted little shit. And you'll always be a twisted little shit. And
you'll always remember what it was like to watch her die."

What a fitting punishment, she couldn't help but think. To teach her
bastard child finally. To make him watch the girl he loves he die
in front of his eyes, knowing there was nothing he could do. "You
don't think I came alone, do you?"

"I know I didn't." Buffy jibs before grabbing her crossbow from the
floor and pointing it towards the vampire standing before her.

"Hmm, scary." But she didn't sound at all distressed, no. She
sounded almost giddy. Which just made the young slayer weary.
Something was up. In a quick movement Darla had pulled out two
pistols from behind her back. "Scarier!"

She then unloads a clip towards the slayer, but Angel takes most of
the bullets in his chest. And Buffy jumps out of the way and isn't
hit at all.

Seeing the miserable look cross the young girl's face Darla tells
her, "Oh, don't worry. Bullets can't kill vampires. Can hurt them
like hell, but..." She couldn't help but giggle at seeing her child
bleeding from his chest wounds. Serves him right.

The sixteen-year-old girl quickly makes her way behind a table to
hide herself from the bullets flying over her head as she tries to
reload her crossbow. Oh why couldn't she have just brought more
vamps? Why bring handguns into the mix? Damn vampires, Buffy thought
to herself.

"So many body parts, so few bullets. Let's begin with the kneecaps.
No fun dancing without them." Maybe she'd just injure the slayer?
Then bring her to the Master, or Alexander? They'd surely enjoy some
slayer's blood.

Just thinking about her dark child brought a smile to her demonic
visage. Oh, how her young one would have enjoyed this. But Darla
wasn't willing to bring him into the mix just yet. He was too young
for a battle like this.

An arrow shot from the slayer's crossbow into her rib cage bringing
her out of her pleasant musings. "Close, but no heart." The
vampiress said her smile almost obscene.

"Won't be much longer now. Can't have too many more arrows left, now
can you?" Maybe one left. And Darla still had a full clip of bullets
left. The slayer would die this night, oh yes.

From out of nowhere someone's screaming from above them, "Buffy, it
wasn't Angel who attacked your mom, it was Darla! She killed Xander
as well!" Sounded the British watcher.

After hearing the news of her oldest friend, Willow wasn't willing
to come to the Bronze. She was just too heartbroken, so Giles went
alone to warn him slayer.

Darla turned and started firing towards the sound of the voice.
Trying to kill any other threat there might be to her. As it was
now, she was beginning to feel a bit out numbered. And she didn't
like it one bit.

Somehow the lighting system was affected and the lights begin to
strobe around them. Making it hard for human or vampire to see
clearly with the way the lights were flashing all around them.

"C'mon out, Buffy. Take it like a man!" Seeing her chance to end
this the four hundred year old master vampiress took aim at the
slayer, her finger pulling against the trigger. It was all over now.

That's when she felt something piercing her back. A pain inside
she'd never felt before. She didn't even notice the roar of anger
behind her as she slowly turned around to see Angel holding a wooden
arrow.

One that had just entered her heart. "Angel?" Astonishment clear in
her voice. This couldn't be right. Not him, not her Angel. This
wasn't how she was supposed to die. Not now, not ever!

Like a puppet that's strings had been cut Darla fell to the ground,
her body exploding into ashes.

******

The Master's lair.

Twin roars echoed through the tunnels.

The Master wielding a tall golden candleholder smashed it against
the wall, and any of his minions foolish enough to come near him
meet their end as well. He then throws the candleholder away in
disgust before falling to his knees in grief.

Xander wasn't much better, clawing at the walls like a trapped wild
animal. Refusing to believe it was true. That his sire, his lover
was dead.

But he knew it was true, had felt it through the sire/child bond
when she'd died. And at Angel's hands no less! Killed by her own
child, Xander would see that that traitorous bastard would suffer
for his crime.

The young vampire Colin walked over to the downed Master, his
childlike face peering at the ancient vampire without showing any
emotions. "Forget her." He informed his maker.

Two pairs of burning eyes turn on him, and for once Colin doesn't
feel aloof as he'd like to be. The fiery gazes from The Master and
Alexander were enough to make him feel very nervous.

"How dare you? She was my favorite. For four hundred years..." He
growled.

What would he do without Darla? She was his child, his perfect
golden girl. She'd been with him for centuries. Longer then any
other vampire in Sunnydale. And how she was gone? And he wanted him
to forger her?!? The whelp!

"She was weak. You don't need her. I'll bring you the Slayer." Colin
told him. But before he could go on, two powerful hands grabbed him
from behind and raised him high above his head.

"Forget her?!? Forget her?!? She was worth a thousand of you!"
Xander screamed, enraged by the thoughtless child's words.

"But to lose her to Angel! He was to have sat at my right hand, come
the day. And now..." The Master said to himself ignoring the pleas
of mercy from his Anointed one.

"They're all against you. But soon you shall rise. And when you
do..." The terrified vampire yelled, hoping the Master would show
him mercy and free him from the deranged hands of Alexander. "Don't
you see? We kill them all."

Finally the two thousand year old master vampire took notice of his
Anointed being manhandled by his grandchild. And as much as he'd
like to allow Alexander to render the whelp into nothing but dust,
he couldn't.

"Alexander! Release him. We will need him."

Xander turned to his grandsire with an agitated look on his game
face, his green eyes blazing with hate. But something passed between
them, yes. They needed him, for now. So he dropped the boy to the
ground and walked away.

******

The Bronze.

Buffy sat alone, Willow not willing to come out to the club. Not
after hearing the news about Xander.

She couldn't help but feel she'd failed him. That it was her fault
that he was dead. After all, hadn't Willow been going on about him
being missing for two days? And still she did nothing. And it almost
cost her, her mother's life.

She couldn't make the same mistake again. The slayer wouldn't forget
that there were two pairs of teeth marks on her mother's throat.
Darla's, and Xander's.

Darla was dead, but Xander was still out there. And Buffy wouldn't
stop until he'd paid for what he'd tried to do. Attacking her
mother, and almost getting her to kill Angel. No, Xander had to pay.





Fin.

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