Redefined: 9



A/N: Hi all. I'm sorry this was so long in getting out. Real life reared its ugly head and I was extremely busy. I'm not gonna promise when the next chapter's gonna go up because for the next few weeks I have a lot to do plus my birthday is up on the 16 and so I'll stress I'll try to get the next one out sometime next week or weekend. Thanks so much for the reviews. I know when I did the whole Scooby Doo thing I mentioned who Spike and Buffy thought of as the leaders. This was in no way saying Fred wasn't the official leader. It was my opinion of what they would both think as to who they thought the leader was. Does that make sense? Also, I think this same person mentioned how I threw off my time line which I put around season 2. I know that and with the ring thing, I mentioned this in another note it wasn't given to her yet but I needed it in there so I took the liberty to change that. I think that's all for now. Thanks again for the reviews. Enjoy. Skyz.



~*~*~*~*~



Redefined:



His words hung in the air between them and Buffy shook her head.

"What?" she whispered.

Spike blinked as if just coming to his senses.

"Nothing," he snapped.

Buffy licked her suddenly dry lips and shook her head again.

"No...no," she muttered. "You can't just say something like that and take it back!! I heard you Spike! Now explain, what the hell you meant," she exploded her voice resonating around the room.

Stiffening in indignation Spike stared defiantly at her.

"I don't have to explain anything to you Slayer," he muttered as he turned to go.

Her hand on his arm stopped him cold.

"No, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me what you meant," Buffy stated her voice cold.

"Let go of me," he warned.

Her grip only tightened.

"Answer me," she demanded.

Gritting his teeth, he called himself every name he could think of. Of all the stupid things to have come out of his mouth! Like he wanted to have a life with her, he thought angrily.

"I know you don't think I'd give everything I love to be with you Spike! I'd never lower myself to be with you. Never. Ever. The very thought of it sickens me," she hissed from right behind him.

He could feel her, her heat, her hate. Everything about her at that moment made him hate her, as he never had before.

Jerking from her grasp he whirled around, his duster brushing the edge of the coffee table. His face was hard, his eyes cold.

"Never Slayer?" he purred. Buffy frowned as she looked into his eyes, saw the blatant hate...and something else that had her stiffening and stepping back. He stepped closer.

"Never, ever? Well...this?" he gestured around them mockingly, smiled slightly. "This does not bode well for that statement does it? I even think you probably uttered those words to me before. Thing is, I don't believe you and I doubt I did the last time you said it either. Those are big words to eat once you realize how wrong you were."

Buffy jerked her dazed gaze from his and moved even further away.

"Please! I mean God ego much?! I am in love with Angel. I will be with Angel forever," she said and even to her own ears, the words sounded hollow.

What are you doing a voice inside his head asked? Shut up he told it as he slowly circled her. He could feel her heart beating, the nervousness, the fear. He could feel the blood that rushed to her face at his stare. He could feel her. He wanted her to feel just as confused as he did, just as pained. Just as angry.

He wanted her to hurt.

"S'not ego pet. Fact. Really, didn't you see Peaches up there mourning for his lost love? Guess what? That story he fed us? Bout the Powers gifting him humanity to look after the boy? A lie. See Angelus got in the way of a Mohra demon, turns out those buggers can turn the dead to living. Neat innit?"

"Shut up," she growled clenching her fists.

"He was turned human," Spike went on as if she hadn't spoken. "But thing is..he wanted to stay human. Gasp! Peaches wanted off the path of redemption. Wanted to be with ..Cordelia, the cheerleader. He's so fuckin' in love with her, he lied to you, the supposed love of your life!" Spike said harshly a smirk coming forth. He paused waiting for her to respond.

She didn't, her head was lowered, her hair a curtain effectively hiding her face.

"Hurts don't it? Knowin' everything you believed in, everything you thought you wanted, needed you don't get! Turns out something you never wanted has the most unexpect-"

Her fist in his face had him shutting up.

"Would you shut up!!!! You think this is funny?! That this has only happened to you? News flash Blondie, it involves me too!!! Do you think I want to be here? To see Wolfe? To see how much he loves us?! I don't. I don't want to see this. I love Angel. I do-but now! Now this is-now I have seen this. How can I forget this? How can we? How can we?!"

Spike stared at her, trying to stay angry. He wanted to hate her again, wanted things to go back to the way they'd been before. He found he couldn't.

"That's what I mean luv," he finally broke the charged silence. "We go back knowin' this. Everything and what? Pretend? Pretend that somewhere I, some future life I didn't love you and you never loved me? That I never married you, that we had a super boy named Wolfe. I KNOW you're in love with Angelus. I'm in love with Dru. But this? Changes everything."

Buffy didn't answer as she brushed past him out of the room. Leaving Spike feeling suddenly bereft.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~





Buffy sat on the edge of her bed her eyes unseeing. To say this was too much was an understatement; Buffy felt her head begin to ache. Spike's words echoed in her head. Around and around they went. This changed everything.

She could pretend, as he'd suggested. Pretend there wasn't the possibility of her having a life with Spike. Since she had first met Angel, she had always thought her future belonged with him. That they would be together forever. Or until she died. He would live on forever and he would be a good lover and mourn her forever.

That was what she had pictured her future being.

She wished, oh how she wished things could go back to the way they'd been. Simple. Understandable. She was in love with the only ensouled vampire, he loved her. Spike was her enemy. They tried to kill each other on a regular basis.

Her minds eye flashed to Spike, his face, those cheekbones, his voice, and those eyes. Everything about him was intense. Too much for her. She wanted a love that was sweet and tender and she knew deep down Spike could not give her that. He understood the ramifications of this more than she did. She couldn't even fathom them.

She knew he was attracted to her. It was in his eyes when he looked at her. Since coming here, it hadn't been hidden. She had pushed all thoughts of Spike and what a hottie he was out of her mind. She had been taught that all demons were bad. Evil. Soulless. The world had been firmly set in black and white.

To think..that in a matter of years it would all change! He would be implanted with a government chip that prevented him from harming humans. Fall in love with her and in a domino effect get a soul, marry her and give her a son.

He did it all for her.

Why would he love her? How? What had she done to deserve so much devotion? So much love, how could she love him back? She was in love with Angel.

Angel... He flashed before her closed eyes. Sweet loving Angel. He filled her with a sense of warmth, of love. Spike's image overrode Angel's. His damnable smirk, his arrogant attitude. The way he cocked his head when he spoke. His damn arched brow. Those eyes! Damn him, she thought viciously. Everything about him filled her with emotions she hadn't thought possible. She hated it. Him. Everything he represented she didn't want, didn't need yet it seemed he was all she could ever hope to have.

A firm knock on her door had her frowning slightly.

"Yes?" she called not really wanting to be disturbed.

"It's me Buffy," Giles called through the door. Buffy reluctantly got up and opened the door to let him in.

He took a seat in one of the chairs that faced her bed and studied her silently. She wanted to squirm under his intense stare but didn't, she forced herself to meet it head on.

"What's on your mind Giles?" she finally asked.

"Buffy...I know this has been a rather difficult adjustment to make. To accept that Wolfe is in fact your son. With Spike of all cre-people! I can assure you are not alone in feeling very unnerved by this all. But I've come to you now to express my thoughts on what I've just seen. As you are aware, Wolfe and the others have created numerous museums about Slayers, most specifically about you and Spike. The lives you affected. I must say...I am quite astounded by it all. I have come to ask that you have a look. I am in no way condoning you having a relationship with such an evil creat-person as Spike but...the things you two did together! Buffy I think you and Spike should take a look at all they've done and then perhaps you will understand my amazement," Giles finished in a rush as he stared at his charge with a look of hopeful expectation.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Buffy tried very hard to dispel the expectant look of her Watcher as she sat beside Spike as Wolfe drove them to the Sunnydale museum.

"I'm real surprised you wanted to come," Wolfe commented glancing back at them with a large smile. "But I'm glad. This is going to be awesome! You'll see."

Spike glanced at Buffy.

"Why are we here? I thought you wanted to pretend. This isn't going to help at all," Spike asked in a hushed whisper.

Buffy shot Wolfe a brief look of concern at Spike's words.

"I know, but Giles insisted," Buffy answered.

Spike scowled.

"You're serious? The Watcher insisted, I'm right surprised he did that! I mean hell I am evil Slayer. Evil and I could easily snap your neck and drain you dry! It would be so easy to reach over and bury my fangs in -"

"I can hear you both you know," Wolfe said as he pulled into the back of the museum.

His parents shot him twin looks of guilt.

"Then I should be askin' you then. Why are we here? I thought you said we couldn't go out, yet here we are," Spike asked as he followed the Slayer out of the car.

"Well it's-I did a slight cloaking spell, sorta like the one around our house. I'm talking but no one can see you so go on in and explore. I'll be in the upstairs office," Wolfe instructed as he left them in the empty lobby.

Buffy and Spike glanced at each other.

"We shouldn't do this," Buffy said.

"You're right. I mean if we're just having problems dealin' with the fact we have a son, how are we going to handle seeing it all spelt out nice like? We're pretending remember?"

Buffy nodded slightly.

They turned together towards the stairs Wolfe had taken.

As they moved, the doors to the museum were thrown open and a swarm of people swept in.

"Spread out. Look everywhere and we want them unharmed. Travers says he wants both of them. Unharmed," the leader ordered as he started barking out orders.

Buffy looked at the regular looking people who were obviously more than that, watched as they all pulled out some device and took off in all directions. Obviously they were looking for someone and she wondered if maybe some one had escaped and-

"We need to get outta here," Spike's strained voice broke through her thoughts. He gripped her elbow and began to edge up the stairs.

"Why?" Buffy asked still staring at the group that had stayed behind in the lobby.

"Slayer...." Spike hissed as he hurried his pace dragging her behind him.

"Maybe they need help Spike! I'm the Slayer I help people," she huffed as she jerked out of his grip and spun around.

Spike glared after her and then shrugged. What did he care if she was caught? He wanted nothing to do with those wankers down stairs. Shaking his head, he jogged the rest of the way up the stairs and hurried down the hall looking for the boy.

"Wolfe?" he called the frantic feeling he'd had at the sight of those people increasing by the second as he turned on his heel. He had better watch her back, he thought. After all, they couldn't get home if she was discovered and something happened to her could they?

"Hey...let go of me," he heard the Slayer's voice raised loudly in anger and he charged the rest of the way down the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.

Buffy was covered by a hoard of humans that struggled with her invisible form and she wasn't doing too well. Her need to not hurt them, keeping her from using her strength as she would, had they been demons.

Spike's eyes widened as the leader fisted his hands together and clubbed Buffy over the head. She slumped unconscious with a moan of pain. Anger surged through him and with a roar of pure fury, he pounced.

He had no problem with the fact they were human. He tore into them like a tornado through a trailer park. People went flying in all directions as he strove to get to Buffy as the leader hefted her invisible form.

"Do the spell," he yelled as he moved as fast as he could towards to the doors.

The swoosh of air caught his attention right before a body landed nimbly on its feet in front of him. Wolfe grinned dangerously as he straightened.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," he said before he reached out and with a speed unseeable took Buffy from the man and handed her off to Spike as he came up beside them.

The leader came out of his shock at Wolfe's abilities enough to give the signal to converge to the middle of the room.

"Take her and get out of here," Wolfe ordered.

Spike didn't move an inch.

"I don't think so boy," he growled as he hugged Buffy closer to him.

"Get out of here! I can handle myself," Wolfe said again as he shot Spike a look of pure anticipation to the coming fight. "Remember I'm both of you. Combined."

Spike was torn, he wanted to stay for a spot of violence, see his son in action and have a regular ball, but then he looked down at Buffy and he made his decision.

"Stay safe," he ordered as he moved away at a run.

"You can bet on it," Wolfe called after him.

~*~*~*~*~*~



Spike ran as fast as he could through the museum. He wished the Slayer would wake up and they could go help Wolfe but she remained dead to the world and he was trying to find a place to stash her so he could help their son.

He ran past an open door to the right of him he knew humans were in because he could hear their heartbeats and was glad for the cloaking spell as he rounded he corner.

Right into the waiting arms of a good twenty of the people that had separated into groups to look for them, he suspected. He carefully made his way through the mass. He was almost past when an excited voice called out.

"There they are! Get em!!!!!!!!"

Spike threw a glance over his shoulder and had his heart been beating it would have stopped. They were coming at him. He glanced at the Slayer then debated the wise ness of running; they were all over the place. Like roaches they were. What to do? He couldn't leave the Slayer alone unable to defend herself and he couldn't fight with her in his arms. What to do?

The answer was solved for him as Buffy opened her eyes and groaned a little.

"Slayer we've got company and it aint the visitin' kind. You up for a bit of a fight?" he asked as he looked down into her eyes.

She nodded and grimaced as pain erupted in her head. Spike sat her on her feet and they faced the on coming mob.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~





Wolfe threw one last punch before he surveyed the remaining few who had yet to feel his fury.

"Come on boys. Let's have a go of it. Fancy a beatin'?" he asked with a wide smirk as he advanced.

The men's radios went off and a message was relayed. The men glanced at one another before one-stepped forward and the others retreated.

"What was that? Where're ya goin? What's going on," Wolfe demanded as he reached out and grabbed the man by the throat and shook him with enough force to rattle his brain.

"We got what we came for," the man choked out and Wolfe dropped him as if he'd been burnt. Heart pounding he spun and ran in the direction he'd seen Spike take off in.

All he could think of was God no.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~



"Yes?"

"It's done sir. I think you will be quite pleased. We'll bring them up."

Quentin Travers hung up the phone and sat back in anticipation.

He smirked as he thought of his grandson. Fool me will you? he thought gleefully. Humph!! Sky divers, impersonators his arse!!! Something was going on over at the Hill and he was pretty damn sure he now had a large clue as to what it was.

He noted that he should personally thank the useless lot he had watching the Hill. They'd detected the two-cloaked forms with that Winthrop boy as soon as he left the premises. Not very clever at all, he mused. But then that was what you got when you mixed blood he thought in disgust. Hybrids weren't known for their intelligence he thought in vengeful delight. He'd have them right where he wanted them.

His study door opened and in marched his head of security Michael Bart and his second in command. In their arms was the last thing he expected to see.

"My God," he gasped out as Henry helped him to his feet.

"The Winthrop boy had these two cloaked sir. Quite odd how they look exactly like his parents," Michael stated as he lowered Buffy onto the couch Spike followed.

Quentin pictured the five falling form the sky and he felt his heart begin to pound an irregular beat. Good Lord!!!!!

"That's because they are his parents," he whispered.

He gazed at the two people who had ruined him, had created the boy who had turned his own flesh against him and a smile of pure evil crossed his features. Now they would pay.

Redefined: 10

A/N: Hi all. I'm posting this now as I said I would. The next chapter should be up by the end of the week. I don't know, depends on reviews then I might work on it Wednesday, which I will happily add is my B-Day!!!!! So we'll see. So glad to have ff.net back up or I would have posted this ch. sooner. That's all I do believe. Thank you for the reviews, I love them. Enjoy. Skyz.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Redefined:



"This is my fault. If only I had not suggested Buffy take a look at the museum..." Giles moaned into his hands. Willow tried unsuccessfully to comfort him through her own worry.

Xander paced with irritation.

"NO this is your fault. How could you let this happen," he hissed as he lifted his head to glare at Wolfe.

"Yeh. Wolfe how could you?" Angel put in his two cents.

Wolfe looked at neither of them and reined in his anger. He couldn't let their feelings factor into his own. He didn't need their blame along with his own guilt.

"Guys laying blame isn't helping anyone," Willow admonished sharply.

"Well-they -Buffy wouldn't be gone if it weren't for Wolfe! He told us not to leave and yet he took them out!"

Grace slipped her arms around Wolfe in comfort and rested her head on his shoulder. She regarded the room with narrowed eyes.

"Willow's right. Blaming Wolfe isn't doing anything at all but making him feel worse! We need to get it in gear and find a way to get them back!"

Wolfe smiled gratefully at Grace before he lifted his head to meet both Xander and Angel's angry gazes.

"If I hadn't taken them out they'd still be here. But that's beside the point. Grace is right. There isn't much of a guess to know who's behind this. Quentin Travers has them. We need to get them back."

"You're quite right," Giles finally spoke moving to stand beside Wolfe. "What do you suggest?" Giles placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I think we should have a nice long chat with Travers. Make him see reason," Angel said an angry glint in his eyes.

"I don't think he asked you Angel," Xander snapped.

Five expectant pair of eyes turned to Wolfe.

Standing suddenly Wolfe clenched his fists. He had no plan as of yet, but one was forming in the back of his head though.

"I need to make a few phone calls. We'll meet back here in an hour," he announced absently as he strode out.

"Well he was no help! Who's with me on goin' it alone?" Xander asked eagerly.

The only hand to rise was Angel's, and a look of disgust formed on Xander's face at this.

"Er...never mind. I'm sure Wolfe will come up with something. With Buffy and Spike as parents he's sure to have inherited a few brain cells," he grumbled he dropped into Wolfe's vacant seat.

"Don't worry. Wolfe is very good at this type of thing," Grace said pleasantly.

"Really? How so?" Giles asked curiously, slowly cleaning his glasses.

Grace smiled nervously.

"Well.."

Angel laughed humorlessly.

"He's never done anything like this before. He's only had experience like this in setting up exhibits like this in the museums. You'd be better off letting me handle this," Angel said having no trouble telling the truth or his version of it.

He got glares from all, for even suggesting such a thing.

"Buffy told me how you tried to mislead her and Spike. I doubt your intentions here are anymore noble. I am sure Wolfe with our help of course will come up with a formidable plan," Giles spoke in a clipped tone as he glared at Angel.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Two weeks later:

Quite impressive Quentin thought as he watched the vampire known as William the Bloody paced the room he was currently caged in. Indeed, he had more restraint and control over himself than he had ever thought. But really now it was time to break it. To destroy him and his worthless offspring. All in due time though. William the Bloody first, from there he would destroy all who had dared to go against him!

~*~*~*~*~

Spike paced the room his eyes closed and his thoughts chaotic. He had to get out of here! This was crazy and insane- wait was the same meaning. Two different words. Same meaning. He shook his head angrily.

"Lost m'bloody mind I have," Spike, muttered as he dug his fingers into his head and moaned low down in his throat.

He stood stock still suddenly. His whole body still as he honed his senses outside of the room he was locked in. Nothing. Not one heart beat. Disappointment slammed into him and he slowly dropped to the ground in a low crouch.

He had to get out of here. He needed blood! He needed to feed, he was slowly but surely going south to a murderous unthinking rage that would make him little more than an animal and he had always prided himself in being better than that. He killed sure, but he didn't do it for the fun of it, the sport, he never played with his food, as Angelus had been quite fond of doing. He did what he had to survive.

Frowning slightly his thoughts drifted to Drusilla. He had been here for weeks and he'd used them to think about all that had gone on recently. Most of all he had allowed himself to think of his dark princess.

She had probably lost whatever sense of stability she had when he had disappeared and was probably as frightened as a newborn. She had no idea how to function without anyone taking care of her. She relied on him and he was feeling extreme guilt over not being there. He loved her.

He did not doubt that, but now he was aware of all the possibilities he had never thought possible, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He knew that when he got back to Sunnydale he had to leave. He could not stay there..couldn't be near the Slayer. They had agreed that this reality was never going to take place and he was going to keep it that way no matter how much he might wan-

He cut that thought off. He didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about all the blood he was going to spill once he got out of this damn room. How he was going to make Travers pay for daring to do this to him. And if he laid one hand on the Slayer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blood was going to run. Soon. Sometime. But not now. Now he needed to rest, needed to close his eyes stave off the useless bloodlust and sleep. He had to sleep. He had to think about himself, if he thought about the Slayer he knew he wouldn't stand a chance, he had to be clear headed. Emotionless when Travers decided to show himself.



~*~*~*~*~

Buffy wanted to break down the door and kill who ever had done this to her. She was fed up with this. She had been here for two weeks and in all of those weeks, she hadn't seen the evil soulless demon she had stood back to back with. She was going out of her head worrying about the vampire. He had to be okay, she tried to assure herself. He was Spike he knew how to take care of himself.

Nonetheless, she worried about how they were treating him. How he would cope with being confined and whether they were feeding him. Her worry for him was unnerving and she didn't analyze it too closely. She knew she absolutely should not be feeling anything but disgust and hate for him. He was a demon and deserved to die by her hand. True, but that had been before. Before she was shown, what he could be. That he had changed changed for her, that he could love her and be with her, earn her love in return.

This trip to the future had changed everything and she didn't know if it was for the best or not. Because now...now she was doubting her eternal love for Angel. Doubting that it was as strong as she once thought it was. She had honestly never thought of a future outside of Angel, granted she was a teenager and her realm of thought consisted of Slaying, school and Angel. Angel being the only other constant besides Slaying in her life. She had relied on that.

Now that was all shot to hell. Because of one soulless evil demon. Her thoughts drifted slightly to rest on their son. Wolfe would get them out of here she was sure. He had the Scoobies young and old at his disposal. This equaled good. Very good. They would be out of here soon. No matter that it had been two weeks already. Wolfe was a smart boy; he had skills that surpassed both her and his father. He would get them out of here. Not that it was too bad she mused.

She was situated in a nice suite like room, with enough clothes and food to last her a good long while. It was pleasant and if she had not been held prisoner she would have said it was like being in a hotel. Room service and a very nice bed.

She stiffened when the door to her cell was opened and someone was pushed into the room. Eyes narrowed she took in the much older Quentin Travers. Or she assumed it was him; hard to tell he was so old and decrepit looking.

"Travers," she muttered with a cold look.

"Ah, still the same impertinent sass of a girl I see," he remarked voice reed thin and laced with disgust. His eyes held noting but contempt as they raked over her.

She lifted her head and smiled slightly. No one was going to make her feel inferior. Especially not his crazy old man!

"What do you want? What good is holding us? We've done nothing to you!"

"Nothing? Perhaps not you dear. But no matter, your future self ruined my life. Took me from the Council, sundered my good name! Spawned your demon child who has stolen my own flesh and blood to wither away on the very side that ruined his father and me!!!! And you say you've done nothing to me," he huffed in a rage.

"Ah, but you killed us. So really all this pent up rage is useless and very unhealthy to carry around with you. And I will say this once; don't ever call my son a demon child. He is a man. Say it again and you will get an up-close look at this Slayer's temper. Now before I break you in two tell me where Spike is and I'll just be on my way."

"In due time child. Henry.."

Henry slowly rolled his master out of the room and Buffy stared after them. She sighed in frustration.

"Too bad that Henry's a Rawsta demon," she muttered. Rawsta demons were notorious for their ruthless, kill all kinda thinking. Mess with them and you'd never live to tell the tale, they were tough, tough enough to give her pause and so she hadn't attacked as she had planned to.

She sat back on the bed a look of grim determination etched on her young face. The next time she was just going to have to take a chance.





She'd been dozing when she heard the doorknob turn and she let herself relax into the mattress. She was ready to move as soon as whoever it was came in.

Her Slayer senses were going off the wall and she wondered if Travers had brought in a vampire to do the job, because this vampire felt off. Not like the normal fledglings, she encountered or the few Masters she'd met and fought. Who was it?

The door was thrown open and she sprang into action, nailing the person with a high flung kick to his face. What she hadn't counted on was the person catching her foot and spinning her around catching her in a chokehold.

"I'm gonna kill you," she seethed as she struggled uselessly.

"Really pet," Spike's voice whispered in her ear. "Are you always this violent?"

She let out an unSlayer like squeal of relief and surprise.

"Spike?! What is going on? You feel all-you set off my spidy senses like nothing I'v-"

"I take it you missed me then huh?" he asked as he turned her around so they faced each other.

She looked up into his eyes and felt something inside of her give and float away, never to be heard from again. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lost herself in those blue orbs.

"Got somethin' in m'teeth or what? Why are you starin' Slayer?" Spike rasped out lowering his head to inhale her sweet scent. He closed his eyes briefly.

"I'm just happy to see you. I thought..never mind. We have to get out of here. Travers is crazy! He wants us both dead you know. He-"

"Calm down luv," he whispered. "I'm here now and I'll take care of everything."

There was something in his eyes that should have warned her.

But she paid it little heed.

He brought his hands up slowly, skimming her back, brushing her nape. He cupped her head, lifted it so their eyes could meet.

"My Slayer...forever my Slayer," he whispered as his mouth brushed hers.

His mouth covered hers, his hands resting against her head. He kissed as she'd never been kissed before. Hard, passionate, startlingly possessive.

It seared her, branding her in a way she couldn't find unflattering. He wanted her and...God help her she wasn't strong enough to resist him! She had no thoughts of their fates, of their son, of Angel..Only him, this demon who was more than she had ever thought he could be, more than she could imagine.

Then suddenly he was moving, shoving her up against the wall and his mouth left hers to trail down her face, he settled on her neck and she tilted his head back giving him better access as he nipped and nibbled on the sensitive skin just below her ear lobe.

"Buffy...Buffy," he whispered raggedly as he lifted his face slightly to stare down at her.

Her eyes were closed and she had lost herself to his touch, his mouth and she barely heard his voice as he said her name. More, more she thought frantically. She wanted his mouth, God she wanted his mouth everywhere she-

Her breath caught as she felt him suddenly, everywhere, inside of her...A part of her. Oh the heat... It engulfed her, surrounded her and she lost herself to it. She was being swept away, swept away...

She screamed.

Redefined: 11

A/N: Hi all. Looks like I got this one out sooner than I thought. I want to thank msu for the happy birthday wish. Thanks. This is a gift for myself and readers. A long one. Enjoy. Skyz.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Redefined:



Two weeks prior:

Wolfe hung up the phone as he finished his last phone call. He sat back in his chair with a wary sigh. He had just finished making calls to all of the remaining Scoobies, explained what had gone on and now all he had left to do was wait. Sit and wait. That was what Giles and the rest had advised him to do.

No going off to rescue his parents on his own. No he wasn't prepared for such a thing they'd said and he had silently agreed. While he might be the child of a vampire and Slayer, he didn't go out and fight the forces of evil. He left that up to the pros. Like the Slayers that had come after his mother had passed. He kept himself occupied by the museums he ran. The Sunnydale one in particular.

On the rare occasion some demon cult, or some foolish person came to kill the hybrid of the fiercest Slayer ever and her mate William the Bloody he took care of them. He did what he had to do, but only when he had to. He was a lover not a fighter. That thought made him smile slightly wondering what Spike would think of that. Probably remind him of himself as William. The thought though as amusing as it was quickly faded and he closed his eyes.

He knew that he had a limited timetable to play around with. Travers was not going to keep them alive just for the fun of it. Sooner rather than later, he would make them cease to exist and he could-- would not allow that to happen. But to do that he had to wait. He had to wait for the pros to come in. To discuss, analyze and then he would act. Only then.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Present Time:



"One, two, three..Go," the voice was commanding and held the faintest hint of a youth that would not leave.

Willow looked down at her laptop and studied the glowing figures that were moving across the screen. Her eyes were narrowed as she concentrated intently.

"Connor...to your left is the door the guards will be coming out of. Be careful, and this time try to maim not kill the humans okay?"

"I'll try," was the grim response she got.

Connor appeared on screen a glowing orange as he waited hidden in the hedges off to the farther part of the Travers estate in Northern California. He bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement. Things like this always got his blood pumping and he was ready to kill. His eyes alert and sharp in the darkness watched the door as he heard Willow count off in his head and she sounded the alarm.

Second's later guards of various sizes and shapes, human and demons alike spilled out of the very door he was watching and he grinned as he pounced. He flew at them full force, laughing as he heard the satisfying crunch of bone under his skillful hands. First blood, he thought in triumph.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Willow kept an eye on Connor even as she turned her attention to the next member of her team. Her eyes focused on the purple dot that was currently crawling through the sewers below the Travers estate.

"Grace? How're you doing?" she asked in concern as she saw the dot pause and stay still.

"Great," she heard Grace respond. "Great..if that's what being surrounded by the dead equals Wills. Give us a minute," she muttered.

Grace crouched low to the filthy ground as her senses primed for any other worldly thing rose to the forefront and she blinked once before she registered Willow was talking in her head. Asking how she was doing. Not good, she thought as she watched them appear out of the walls.

Demons so rare they were thought to have been extinct taken out by some unknown origin. Grace found herself grinning.

"Why you old devil Travers. In house security of the great kind," she mumbled as she shook her head.

The pale translucent forms of the once immortal race known as the G'hai people surrounded her. Their low incessant voices droning on and on, to the sensitive ears she had they were yelling in actuality they were only whispering. An effective tool to use on one like herself. Score one for the glowly ones, she thought as she threw back her head and let out a howl that meant only one thing.

Her transformation was quick and easy, once human now in wolf form she sent her thoughts to Willow. It just so happened that the G'hai had once been a delicacy of her very own race. She knew exactly how to take them down. Nothing to worry about Willow she thought in feral delight as she lost herself to the Wolf.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Willow checked Grace off as she looked in on Connor who was just finishing up with the guards. Two ready to go, she thought as she shifted her attention once again. A smile tugged at her mouth as she took in the combined glow of the Scoobies of old, a lovely color of red.

"Guys can you hear me?" she asked.

"Yes..er..Willow we can hear you," Giles spoke aloud forgetting she was in his head and heard the thoughts before he had even spoken them.

"Good. You guys ready? You know what you're going to do?"

Their chorus of affirmatives greeted her and she grinned.

"Go ahead."

Giles glanced around the empty parking lot he and the Scoobies occupied at the moment and began to build the fire they'd been instructed they build.

"Willow," he called as he looked at Willow1 who stood nervously beside him clutching the book she had been instructed to use in order to do the spell Willow2 needed done.

Xander stood on the ready for any who came to stop them, a new confidence underlining his stance as he ran his new mantra through his head. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing. I saved the world by myself once, this is nothing.

The two by the fire began to chant as they had been instructed to and the fire roared to life as Willow threw a handful of herbs she'd brought.

"Watch your back Xan, on your left two vamps have come to play," his own future self announced in his ear.

Xander straightened and turned slowly his hands gripping his sword with sudden sweaty palms. Fear crept through him as he watched the vamps approach from the shadows into the light. His voice in his head was the only thing that kept him from bailing and running like a chicken. With unsure yet measured moves, he listened as he heard himself be instructed on the method of slice and dice layman style.

Stroke after stroke he found himself ever amazed at how well he was doing. When he had slayed the two vampires he let out a roar of relief and happiness that turned into a groan as more vamps appeared. He cast a quick glance at the two at the fire locked in their trance they'd be of no help.

"A little help here," he muttered as he began to fight.

"Have no fear the Xan-man's here," he heard his voice announce just as Xander2 launched himself into the fray with the skills he'd picked up these twenty some years. Xander stared at himself in awe and delight.

"Damn I'm good," he mumbled as he joined the fight in earnest.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Willow glanced at her watch and saw they were right on time. She searched for the color she wanted on the screen and frowned as she saw the blue color moving unhindered.

"What are you doing?" she demanded anxiously.

He didn't respond to her voice, in fact he completely blocked her voice out and strode determinedly towards his objective.

Willow clutched her hands together as she watched.

"Don't do it," she whispered. "Don't do it!"

Wolfe couldn't hear her and even if he had it would not have stopped him. The front door of the huge estate loomed ahead and with a look of deadly concentration he ran, with all his might and flew at the door.

As soon as his feet hit the wood, it shattered as if made of glass, into a million pieces. Wolfe stepped over the barrier, the wood crunching under his boots as he looked around in mild surprise.

"That's what I call easy access," he announced to the empty foyer. Spreading his arms wide he stretched and rolled his shoulders.

"Can't be that easy now can it old man?" he muttered. "Bring it Travers!!!! Bring it and see me defeat it. I'm comin' for you old man," he yelled as the white forms of the G'hai people converged around him and as one they attacked.

Wolfe frowned in confusion as his hits went right through the things, nothing he did stopped them and soon he found himself being brought to his knees.

"Damn ghosts," he grumbled as he tried uselessly to block their blows.

"Is Wolfie afraid of ghosts?" Graces voice came from behind him as she trotted into the room from the wrecked doorway. "I told Willow it would be easier and a lot less smelly to use the front door. Having trouble baby? Shall I give you a hand?"

Wolfe grunted as he took a fist to his jaw and glared over at his love with flashing golden eyes.

"I'd appreciate it babe," he growled.

Grace regarded the ghosts for a moment before she sprang into action.

"I've got this, go on," she ordered.

Wolfe jumped to his feet as he was released and headed for the spiraling staircase to his left.

"Thanks and have fun babe," he called as he left her to it.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Willow turned to the people in the van with her and regarded them a moment before she finally spoke.

"That's it. How do you think we'll do?" she asked.

"I think they'll all die," Angel muttered.

"Shut up," Giles snapped. "We have provided Wolfe with all we can. It is all in his hands. Only he can save them. And if I hear one word out of you again Angel I'll....I'll make you sorry," Giles warned a little of his old Ripper self-showing briefly.

"If he won't I will for sure Angel, we don't need your negative attitude here! You're here for your knowledge only, so shut it and zip it," Willow said mildly as she returned her attention to the screen.

It was all up to Wolfe.



~*~*~*~*~*~

"Sir..we have to get out of here. The house is being over run with intruders," Henry urged his master.

Quentin shook his head a smile firmly planted on his face. The glint in his eyes slightly insane.

"Of course Henry. I had no doubt they would come. They always do. For their fearless leader. The Slayer. Buffy Summers the golden one, the best Slayer ever. A legend. Her life is in my hands Henry and the boy is well aware of that. I have waited years, decades for this moment! I have finally won. Do you see? Do you see how it is?! NO ONE CAN TAKE DOWN QUENTIN TRAVERS AND SURVIVE TO TELL THE TALE. I WILL DESTROY THEM. DO YOU SEE?!!!!!"

"I see a crazy old man all alone," Wolfe spoke in his ear and he grinned rakishly as Quentin gasped in breath and clutched his chest.

"You're too late," he gasped out.

"Too late? I am thinking I'm right on time old man. I've lived with the threat of you hanging over my head all my life and now...today I can finish you off. Because of you my parents died. I never got to know them; they never got to see me grow up. They died by your hand no matter who struck the final blow. Today you will die by my hand," Wolfe spoke in a deadly voice, his restraint gone and his reason somewhere on the edge of gone.

Quentin laughed with his last breath and lifted one shaking finger to the security monitor.

"I win," he whispered as he died.

Wolfe followed Quentin's unseeing gaze and frowned his eyes searching the bank of monitors trying to see what had made the old man think he'd won. His eyes found it a second later and it took his brain a minute or so to comprehend what he was seeing. As he did he blinked, shook his head, blinked again.

Then he screamed in horror and pain.

"NOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Swept away...she was being swept away. Floating that's what it felt like, that's what she would remember. The pain an after thought. But the pleasure...it threaded its way through her body slowly but surely soaking into her making her boneless and lethargic.

Her small hands fisted in the fabric at his shoulders as she pressed herself closer, inviting and then-

Her scream came with the realization Spike had his fangs in her neck and she was doing nothing to stop him!!! He was drinking her blood and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Disgust swept through her and she didn't think as she thrust him into the nearest wall.

They both screamed in pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!!" Buffy screamed as she pressed a hand to the wound in her neck.

Spike shook his head as if he couldn't comprehend what she'd said, as if she had spoken in a language he didn't understand. He lifted shaking hands to his face, to his mouth. His fingers paused as they found his mouth covered in blood. Slowly he tasted it and froze as the taste assaulted his senses and his eyes shot up to meet the horrified green of the Slayer's.

"Buffy.." he whispered in horror and disbelief. "Buffy.." he tried again words failing him as he realized what he had done, to whom and what he could have done.

Sick with it he felt his stomach clench and he clamped a hand over his mouth only to find it covered in her blood and he recoiled crying out in rage and helplessness. How could he make this right? How could he make this rig-

"Mom?!!!!!!!!!!" Wolfe scream echoed off the walls as he hurdled through the door breaking it as if it were nothing. His eyes swept the room, over the fallen form of his father then to his mother's horrified and extremely shaken form.

He didn't think as he turned his back on his father and went to take care of Buffy.

Spike though saw it for the unconscious act it had been. A rejection. And rightfully so, he thought hollowly. Only an animal would do something like that!!! Only an evil soulless demon. A monster. He closed his eyes in pain and shook with silent agony. He ached all over. Inside, outside.

God help him, he thought. God help him? He shook his head. No, he was damned. Evil. He was evil, he had made no qualms about it, never tried to be any different. But evil demons did not feel guilty over almost killing the Slayer. They didn't feel pain, sorrow over the fact his son had turned from him in disgust.

Demons were evil. There was no need for shades of grey, they were what they were. He had once been evil, once known the blood of Slayers in the throes of death..now he shook with the desire to undo what could never be done, as he relieved himself of his Slayer's precious lifeblood. He was evil he reminded himself as he slumped to the ground. Evil. Only and always. This was what he was and always would be. He saw no future on the path of redemption, he saw no soul, he saw no son...most of all he saw no Slayer as images of what could have been flashed behind his closed eyes. He saw only the image of the demon he was.

He saw only a vampire, who once had the world and now had nothing.

~*~*~*~*~*~



"It was so weird Giles," Buffy said hours later as she lounged on her bed in their in house infirmary.

"Buffy you do realize you were extremely lucky do you not?" Giles asked gently as he watched her as she fiddled with the blankets that were pulled up to her chin.

"Of course," she mumbled her eyes going off in another direction. She wasn't going to look at Giles, she didn't want too see the disappointment in his eyes once he found out she'd let Spike bite her.

"How did this happen? Spike specifically told us if any of us were to die, we wouldn't be getting home. Tell me how this happened please."

Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back against her pillows.

She slowly, emotionless as she could she explained what had gone on. How she let him kiss her wanted more and generally welcomed him to kill her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she finished.

Giles watched his charge with a degree of bemusement and a good dose of love. She was a remarkable girl and he loved her. But as he Watcher he knew he should in no way encourage her feelings, yes feelings, he had no doubt there were feelings involved on both sides. But then again he was never one to stick to the rules.

"Buffy...you have nothing to feel ashamed for. It would be ridiculous to assume you did not have feelings for Spike! All the things you have found out have only brought out what we are now sure would have come about no matter what. If you are attracted to, Spike then so be it. I will not judge you Buffy, I have no right. But I will say this...Spike did amazing things in this time. He was steadfast in his loyalty to you, he helped you for years and you loved him, had a child together. Married him. There is hope that perhaps even still when we get home you and he----"

"No! No, Giles there will be no us. Spike is leaving as soon as he gets back. If he doesn't then his heart and my stake will have an appointment. He's evil Giles; he tried to kill me tonight!!"

"Yesterday actually," Giles muttered absently.

"Today, yesterday whatever! That's besides the point, which is he tried to drain me dry-"

"Buffy he was irrational with extreme blood lust and the animalistic side of him won out as he bit you. You have to understand what that does to a vampire. Spike had been with out blood for almost the whole two weeks you two were there. I am not condoning it but it is reasonable to understand how he acted as he did. Blood lust like that changes the whole make up of the vampire Buffy. Pushing most any other emotion besides hunger from the brain and leads them to kill recklessly. That's why you were not aware it was Spike outside the door, the blood lust made his molecular signature alter. N-"

"I can't believe you're defending him!!!! Giles am I the only one who sees him for what he really is?! If all you're going to do is jump on the yah is Spike bandwagon then leave! I do not want to hear it. Spike is evil and all he did was what he always does. He's a vampire not a man!"

Giles eyed her one long moment before he rose and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I think you know better than that. I think you need to decide what you want Buffy. What you need and then I suggest you act on it."

Buffy tried to drown out his insightful words with humming but failed miserable. Lifting a shaking hand to the bandaged wound on her throat, she inhaled deeply. This had not been a painful experience and had had no hints of this evil blood lusty demon Giles said happened to vamps who hadn't fed in a good while. He hadn't come at her game face on; no he'd kissed her, made her want him and then boom! Come forth the fangs. The brief pain to be replaced by pleasure. She was sure that wasn't natural; Giles had told her vamp bites were painful, especially when you were being fed from. She hoped it wasn't a Slayer thing.

Sighing she dropped her hand from her neck. Spike was a vampire and she regretted that she had started to see him for what he could be rather than what he was. She had expected too much and now....now she wanted nothing to do with him. She wondered why the thought caused such heartache, and then thought better of it. She didn't need to know, she would never examine the part of her that harbored feelings for Spike. Never.



~*~*~*~*~*~



"I can't believe you! Bite her again and you're dust fang boy! I saw all about you, how good you became, how you loved her, but I saw you! The same evil vamp you've always been. You saddled Buffy with a kid and tried to rape her! You're nothing man, not even that, you're a worthless vampire! When we get home if I see you, again you are dust-you hear me-" Xander's scream echoed even after Giles came to retrieve him.

Spike stared at the wall his face impassive and sitting on the edge of the bed he was ready to spring up and do some damage to anyone else who came in here. He didn't need to hear their blame, didn't want to see the looks in their eyes. Scowling he reached for the fags Grace had brought along with a long lecture on how to control the demon within. He snorted as he took a long drag.

"You can't smoke in here," Wolfe said as he strolled in hands deep in his jeans pockets.

Spike flicked the ashes to the ground and ignored him.

"Not talking? Seriously though put the cig away Spike," Wolfe warned.

Spike looked up his eyes cold and flat. He dangled the cig between his fingers and waved it back and forth showering the ground with ashes.

"Why? You gonna come over here and make me boy?"

Wolfe narrowed his eyes and wondered how he was going to go about this. He had come to talk but now it appeared his dad didn't have talking to him, probably ever on his mind. From all he knew about Spike he knew how to handle him.

"Come on dad I just want to tal-"

"Dad?! What is wrong with you boy? Do I act like your bloody dad? I'm not! I might have the face but inside there's nothin' good. You think what? You think I care about you?"

"Listen you're understandable upset after yesterday. When we got you out you were unconscious, calm down."

Spike rose suddenly crushing out the cigarette.

"Any boy of mine wouldn't need two weeks to get his PARENTS out of their prison. He wouldn't follow Angelus around like a dog in heat either. MY BOY would be nothing like you. You know what you are? You're just like your mother. Weak, easily led, stupid---"

"Don't talk about her like that," Wolfe, growled his own anger coming forth unexpectedly.

"What? It's the truth and we're all into the truth here aren't we? Well Wolfe that bite? She was asking for it, begging for it. What was I supposed to do? Let an offer like that slip away? I'm sure she'd be a great fu---"

Wolfe's body moved on its own accord and before he knew it, he was hitting Spike a swinging right to the jaw. Spike flew into the wall leaving a large indentation as he slid down it.

Spike slowly got to his feet his hand touched his aching jaw. Grinning slowly he shed his duster.

"Temper, temper... Well looky here the Wolfe boy has more underneath his do gooder body suit than I gave credit. My, my, is this any way to treat your good old dad?" he mocked as he met his son half way fists and fangs out to play.

"You want to play it this way?" Wolfe hissed as he tumbled to the ground under his father's assault.

"This is the way it is boy! Look into my eyes do you see any love?! That's right I'm not your dad! I will never be your dad-I am no that weak, Slayer whipped Spike. I will never lower myself to be with her, never touch her again!!! I'm evil, the sooner you see it the better off you'll be," Spike screamed as he rolled off his son and turned his back his point made.

Wolfe's grip on his shoulder had him swinging around.

"Don't walk away from me Spike," Wolfe said. "We aren't finished here! You want a fight you got it. Come on. What's wrong? Can't take me? Scared? Can you only bite defenseless women?"

Spike smirked.

"Surely you aren't referring to your mother are you? She's no weakling boy, she's the bloody Slayer!"

"You took her by surprise she was happy to see you and you used her. Made her your snack," Wolfe yelled.

Spike lowered his head as shame overcame him.

"I wasn't gonna bite her," he mumbled.

Wolfe's own smirk came out an exact replica of his father's.

"'I wasn't gonna bite her,' "Wolfe mocked cruelly.

Spike stiffened and clenched his jaw as he met Wolfe's gaze head on.

"I wasn't. Travers brought me there and I knew he thought I'd kill her. Because I hate her, you know? I do, I hate her so bloody much it hurts! Then she was there and she was..she was happy to see me, well after trying to take my head off that is. I wasn't gonna kiss her either I swear!! I just... I could smell her, the blood..but that came later you know? After the kiss. The kiss was the first mistake, cuz I had to get close to her to do it. Had to put my arms around her, had to have her close. Mistake, cuz then I couldn't let her go and before I knew it, I was biting her. But see? The thing is it should never have happened like that. She's the Slayer she's stronger than me and when I bit her you know what she did? She pressed closer. Then it really got weird.I mean there was the floating and the---the-you know..." he mumbled unable to look at him.

Wolfe watched him and slowly uncoiled.

"The pleasure?" he offered helpfully.

"Well yeah. Which in it of its self isn't unusual, but then it was like..I can't talk to you about this," he broke off looking away from his son's perceptive gaze.

"Well...all in all this was a different experience all around I take it."

Spike glanced up and cringed as he noticed the dry blood of Wolfe's spilt lip.

"I'm----I'm sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to 'urt you," he stated clearly.

Wolfe grinned.

"You didn't do anything I didn't let you. Now sorry is good, sorry is on the path of redemption," he said with a laugh.

Spike's horrified gaze settled on him.

"WHAT? I don't like this! I don't like feeling torn in two. I'm a demon mate, evil and now I'm havin' all these thoughts...it's unnatural I tell you. These feelings, these God-awful feelings are crawling under m'skin, burrowing underneath and I can't shake 'em! What do I do?"

"I was kidding. Sort of. Not really. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you what you should do. You aren't the only one who's feeling this way. Mom is probably feeling the same way, add the fact you accidentally tried to kill her and she's bound to be in upheaval. You need to apologize, explain your feelings and go from there."

"I'm not doing that. Why would I do that? Should I? Would she accept it?"

He didn't let Wolfe answer.

"Of course she wouldn't! I mean I did feed from her and well that's unforgivable. That being the case I don't think I should. No I won't."

Wolfe strolled over to Spike slung an arm over his shoulders and began leading him out of the room.

"Too bad, cuz I'm making you. Apologize, resolve this and move on. If she wants nothing to do with you, well you still have Dru huh? Now get," Wolfe, ordered as he shoved Spike into Buffy's room shutting and locking the door behind him.

Wolfe paused beside the closed door and shook his head. What a weird match he came from, he thought in amusement as he almost skipped off in happiness.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Look its psycho blood lusty Spike come to do me in," Buffy said mockingly as she glared at him.

"Look I'm sorry okay?" he growled his back already up.

"Real heart felt Spike! Very sincere..I almost believe you. Get out of here. Now," she spat staring straight ahead.

Spike turned slightly before he swung back, she wasn't going to kick him out when he was trying to apologize! No way in hell.

"I am sorry," he said softly and sincerely.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No you aren't!"

"Yes I am!"

"No you aren't!"

"No you aren't," Spike experimentally put in.

Buffy scowled at him, a smile threatening to break out.

"You can't do that Spike. I'm smarter than you, you can't fool me. Besides I'm the only one who can do that."

"Says who?"

"Says me," she snapped back.

"That's not a good enough reason!"

"It's reason enough Spike."

Silence descended as each refused to speak to the other.

"You can't tell me you didn't want me to kiss you," Spike finally muttered.

"What I didn't want was you vamping out and biting me! It wasn't an open invitation to suck my blood Spike! I mean what is it with you vamps? Vamping out when you kiss me, Angel d---"

"Don't ever compare me to Peaches," Spike growled, as he suddenly loomed large and oppressive over her.

"Get out of my face with that jealous crap! I'll do what I like Spike! ANGEL did the same thing when we kissed, vamped out but at least he didn't bite like others I know."

Low blow, Spike thought as he began to sit down on her bed.

"What are you doing?" Buffy breathed in horrified fascination as he situated himself next to her on the bed, his body firmly pressed to her side.

"Scoot over... Unless you want to lie on top of me, m'not as opposed to the idea as before. In fact, I quite fancy it. C'mere and snuggle up to lil ol'me," he purred turning so their faces were inches apart, his breath cool on her suddenly heated face.

Buffy sputtered, she could not have formed a word if her life depended on it. She settled for giving him a death glare and turning away from his intense gaze.

"Buffy..." he began hesitantly.

"Don't call me that! We aren't friends and only friends can call me that," the bitch in her roared its ugly head as the words came out of her mouth and she regretted them instantly.

Spike blinked and nodded slightly.

"Right then..Slayer I am truly sorry if I hurt you. I did not intend to do such a thing. But and this is no excuse I wasn't thinkin' clearly, what with the kiss then..well I lost my head. I would never-I mean sure, before all I wanted was to dance in your blood, but now things have changed. I'm sorry."

She didn't respond and Spike lifted himself on one elbow to stare down at her.

"Now..when I bit you how did it feel? Cuz I have to say it was nothing I've ever experienced before. And I've killed two Slayers. How was it Buffy? I'm not gonna deny the obvious I want you. Now that I've had a taste I don't fancy on givin' you up," Spike said grimly.

"Shut up," Buffy whispered closing her eyes and lifting her hands to her ears as he spoke right over her.

"Do you want me Buffy? Because when you knocked me away, we both yelled out in pain. Greater than the pain you felt when I bit you yes? Why? I want you. Do you want me Buffy? Want my bite, my body? What about Peaches? He ever give you a thrill like that pet? Ever make you feel this way? Did he give you a son? If I told you, I'd give it all up for you what would you do? Would that be good? What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Spike asked urgently.

"I DON'T KNOW," she yelled even as he lifted her so she was sitting upright and crushed his mouth to hers.

"You're mine now Slayer," he growled against her lips.

"Never," she gasped out.

"Forever."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"What's going on Giles?" Willow asked impatiently.

"Well...he's kissing her," he stammered.

"WHAT?!" Xander screamed as he shoved Giles aside to get a look at the screen. "We've gotta stop him!!!"

"What kind of kiss, move Xander! Oh my God! That's like bodice ripping, pent up sexual frustration pirate kissage. Yah Buffy!"

"Wills you're sick! That's Spike who tried to kill her yesterday! Giles we have to get down there and stop them!"

"He'll do no such thing," Wolfe said from his seat at the control panels. "They're getting to know each other Xander."

"Yeah, with his tongue down her throat!! Giles?!"

Giles turned his back on the kissing couple, a blush rising as he eyed Xander.

"I see no problem, except they are in a bed and..Yes I see your point. Wolfe we can't let them continue this," Giles muttered looking at Wolfe.

"There you go," Xander shouted in triumph. "Let's dust Dead Boy jr."

"I only mean they are not having sex. Here or otherwise. Joyce would never forgive me if I let Buffy do such a thing at her age. Come, we will have to put a stop to this at once."

"What? Where's the Spike's evil, soulless crap Giles?! We aren't going to let her be with him are we?"

No one answered as they filed out of the room.

"Oh God please no," he gasped in horror as he swayed and fell to the ground in a heap unconscious.

Redefined: 12

A/N: Hi all. Chapter 12 here and I want to thank all who have reviewed this story! Enjoy. Skyz.



Disclaimer: I own nothing of Btvs, they belong to Joss Whedon and ME and others, not me. This is for entertainment purposes only. Lyrics from the Purple Rain soundtrack. The song The Beautiful Ones belong to Prince or whatever he calls himself these days. Please don't sue me.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Redefined:

"How's our neighborhood invalid?" Wolfe asked as he quietly slipped into Buffy's hospital room.

Buffy glanced up with a small smile and shrugged.

"Ready to get out of here. I'm fine I don't see why I have to stay here," she complained.

Wolfe took the seat at her bedside and studied her intently.

"Your colors better and I see you've got your spirit back. That's good. But as I'm not a doctor, I can't let you out. I need you looked at by the doctor before I let you out of here."

"You wouldn't stop me if I did just walk out of here though so what's the point? I know my body and it's saying my Slaying powers have taken care of the blood loss. Besides Spike didn't take all that much."

"So..." Wolfe tried to be as casual as he could as he spoke. "Spike came to talk to you huh? How'd that go?"

Buffy frowned as she thought back to their little chat. Well hell not even that. Spike had apologized and then he'd proceeded to demand to know what she felt for him, whether she wanted him. Then he'd kissed her as if there was no tomorrow and she had reciprocated matching him move for move. After that, there hadn't been much talking and she hadn't wanted to talk to him. Still didn't, that kiss-kisses had been a mistake.

"We talked," was all she said.

Wolfe frowned slightly as he watched her revert inside herself. This was not going the way he had thought it would. He knew she and Spike had made with the kissage a few hours ago and yet it seemed to have made no difference to Buffy's feelings.

"I assume he apologized? When I saw him he was pretty torn up about what he'd done."

Buffy looked at him, meeting the eyes that were a perfect replica of her own. She regarded him steadily for a minute or two before she spoke.

"You're a good person Wolfe. A nice young man. Did you have a happy childhood? Did you have everything you wanted besides Spike and I?" she asked side stepping his question neatly.

Wolfe's head cocked in surprise at the question. He hadn't expected this. But it was a pleasant surprise. This meant she was interested in his life. She might change her mind about having him, he thought in sudden excitement.

"Well yeh. It was great...fun. I was like the little orphan you know? No parents but a hell of a lot of aunts and uncles. It takes a village to raise a kid and all that rot. True here though. They all raised me. I spent most of my time with Giles until I was five or so. We lived in London so I didn't get to see everyone here, but I talked to them, they sent me birthday presents and Christmas presents. I got presents on almost every holiday so it seemed like everyday was my birthday. I was one spoiled rotten kid!"

Buffy laughed shaking her head.

"I doubt that," she said.

Wolfe grinned.

"Really. I was impossible, used to having everything I wanted cuz I usually got it. So when we moved back to the States I was five going on ten, figured myself for one badass dude. Here I was a little boy who wore tweed, spoke with the most proper English accent imaginable and had a superiority complex. You can imagine the reaction of the kids at school. Beat the hell outta me. I didn't understand why they didn't bow down to me and pay me homage because I was the son of a Slayer and one of the most feared vampires ever! I was special, I'd been told that my entire life and it went to my head. So in the States we moved back to the Hell mouth where the Council was setting up shop. Giles wanted to keep an eye on them. "About this time Willow came up with the idea for the museums. That kept everyone busy, kept me occupied so I didn't care too much about the bullies at school. No one knew about it, I kept it quiet because I figured I could handle it, I was six by then. But one day I came home with a busted lip and two black eyes. Usually they kept the beatings to my upper body. Giles saw and immediately called a Scooby meeting. Everyone was suitable upset and it was decided Dawn-"

"Dawn? Who's that?" Buffy asked with a small frown.

Wolfe frowned too, wondering if he should tell her about Dawn. Then he would have to explain all about Glory and his mother's subsequent death. He didn't feel like going down that path.

"Dawn's a friend, a future Scooby. You'll like her; she can be a whiner though. But she'll stick by you no matter what. She learned from her sister. Dawn took it upon herself to handle the situation. I have no idea what she did but the next week no more rounds of beat the Wolfe. To this day, she won't tell me what she did. She loves her secrets!"

Buffy gazed at him with affectionate eyes as she pictured him at six. He would have been adorable she was sure. All brash and polish. A little miniature Spike in the guise of Giles. How cute. Something bothered her though.

"Wolfe. That's an unusual name. Were you teased for that too? How on earth did you get that name?"

Wolfe smiled slightly as he settled more comfortably in his chair.

"Well the story goes...after you had me you brought me home. Somewhere around that time while you were gone with dad preparing for the battle I was left alone with Anya another future Scooby, she's a vengeance demon. Now she'd been around for a good thousand years or so, she's real money hungry bless her heart. She was caught up in watching Wheel of Fortune. Some one knocked on the door and she told them to come in. Turned out it was Drusilla-"

"What?!"

"Yeh. That's what you said then too I'm told but with a lot more curses thrown in. She kidnapped me. This is the funny part. She took me to church. Baptized me. Christened me Wolfe Benedict Winthrop. She had one of her minions drop me back to you with a message to dad. Some stuff about the stars and the Wolfe in the guise of a child would destroy the world. This turned out to be accurate. I was almost the cause of the world ending. How weird is that?"

Buffy looked at him in shock, she shook her head slowly.

"Drusilla kidnapped you and named you?! We kept the name? Wolfe Benedict? That's just...my God that's awful!! Why would we do such a thing? No wonder you were teased with a name like that I'm hard pressed to imagine how you survived so long! I am so sorry," Buffy, gasped out sorrowfully.

Wolfe couldn't hold in his laughter as he erupted.

"But it's funny!! Dru's a nut and she named me after a traitor! Perfectly fitting dad thought and he convinced you too. True the name didn't win me any points in grade school, but high school? Well let's just say it added a little something to the mystique that was me back then. I wasn't lacking for dates let me tell you. Not that I dated a lot, cuz really the only one I wanted was Grace. Oh! I have to tell you the story of how I met her," Wolfe exclaimed laughing again as he thought back to that day.

Buffy watched him curiously, as he began to speak.

"I was about almost seven then and had been pestering everyone for a dog. That's all I ever talked about; it got so bad no one would talk to me. But that didn't stop me! So one day after school I'd stopped by the Magic Box-another future thing mom. I was leaving and I heard noises from the alley behind the shop. I wasn't supposed to be out by myself but I'd snuck off from school to buy a bag of Burbaweed. Anyway, I went to investigate. I found a whole litter of puppies! A gift from God I was dead certain. Well I took my time studying which one I wanted and picked the cutest one-cuz I wasn't into the whole manly thing yet, I just wanted the cutest. That happened to be a nice black one and I took it. Hid it under my coat and wandered off. But I didn't get far. No, I heard the growling even before they caught up with me. Turns out, they weren't puppies they were cubs. Wolves. The mama wolf was on me, racing after me howling up a storm. I'll never forget this, I had the feeling my heart was going to fall from my chest and beat its way down the street.

"I was scared as hell! Screaming at the top of my lungs, that's when some of my abilities kicked in. The speed came and I was outta there. Came home to find the whole gang gathered. I managed to endure the lectures about coming home by myself before I snuck upstairs to play with the puppy. I still thought it was a puppy, I didn't figure the mama could find me. Didn't really care. So there I was upstairs in my room playing when all of a sudden, the puppy started to shimmer and whimper and --- it changed. Into a little girl! I'll admit it I screamed, and screamed like a girl, ran down the stairs blubbering about my puppy turnin' into a girl. They thought I was crazy but once they heard the crying upstairs...Well the mama found me and I learned never ever steal a cub from its mama. They balled me out but good. So that's how I met Grace. I kidnapped her. She was just a bit of a thing no more than three and she was adorable. Now I have my puppy and a woman I love-er that didn't come out right!"

"Did you do that often? Get in trouble I mean?" Buffy asked after recovering from her laughter at Wolfe's tale.

"Oh sure! How could I not, I've got your blood don't I? There was this one time at band camp..."

Buffy spent the rest of the night listening to her son tell her of his childhood.



~*~*~*~*~*~

"How'd your talk go?" Spike asked as he saw Wolfe the next morning over a mug of disgusting Pigs blood.

"Good actually. She asked me about my childhood. I think I bored her with all my tales though," Wolfe replied as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Doubt that. She wouldn't have asked unless she weren't curious. You had a good time then?"

"Awesome. I think we really...connected. But I doubt it will make much of a difference. She's not gonna admit she feels anything for you dad. I've heard how stubborn she could be, how she wallowed in denial for as long as she could before being hit over the head with whatever she was trying to deny. At least she'll think about it I think..maybe. I don't know."

Spike sipped his blood and stared off into space.

"She can deny all she wants, but it's only a matter of time Wolfe. It's not love, not yet for us. But it will be. Sooner or later. I can feel it in m'bones. You'll be born yet, don't give up hope," Spike finally announced with a small grin.

Wolfe grinned back and father and son drank in the silence of the kitchen, some how in accord.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The whole group gathered outside that night. Scoobies of past and future. Willow had found the spell Grace had been looking for and everything was ready. Hugs and whispered words of advice were given as they said goodbye.

Wolfe stood with his parents an awkward air about him as he shifted from foot to foot.

"Well..." he began feeling immensely sad that he would never see them again.

"Well.." Spike repeated hands fisted in his duster pockets.

Buffy looked from one to the other and shook her head.

"Men," she mumbled as she gathered her son into her arms and hugged him tight. "You're a wonderful man. I would have loved for you to have been my son Wolfe. I'm proud of you," she whispered as she kissed his cheek her eyes tearing.

Wolfe's own eyes held tears he vowed he would not shed. He hugged her closer and inhaled her scent to memory before he reluctantly let her go.

"I love you," he whispered kissing her softly on her cheeks.

She gave him a watery smile and hugged him again before she spoke.

"I.I love you too," she whispered as she slipped away leaving father and son alone.

They stared at each other for a minute.

"You're a good boy. You're my son and..I'm proud of you too. I'm glad I met you Wolfe Benedict Winthrop," Spike said with a little snicker at the end. He could not believe they'd kept that name for the boy. He stuck out his hand.

"It was nice meeting you too dad," Wolfe choked out as he took his father's hand and gripped it tightly. They shook hands and before either was aware of it, they were embracing. Wolfe closed his eyes and shook with silent sobs. He didn't want them to leave!

"It'll be alright Wolfe," Spike whispered comfortingly. "I'll make sure it is. I promise."

Wolfe lifted his head and looked at him, unashamed at the tears that streamed down his face.

"Really?" he asked hopefully. "Cuz I'd really like to be born you know?"

"I always keep my promises...son. I promise. I..I -I love you," Spike blurted out quickly before he mumbled a goodbye and went to join the others.

Wolfe stood a little apart from it all Grace by his side as Willow recited the spell.

"Do you regret this?" Grace asked.

"Surprisingly no," Wolfe spoke softly.

"Not even a little now you know there's the distinct possibility you won't be born?" she asked in concern as she reached for him encircling him in a tight embrace.

"There's every possibility I will be born Grace," he said smugly.

She looked up at him questioningly.

"What makes you so certain?"

"Dad made me a promise and he-"

"Always keeps his promises," they chorused together as the light of the completion of the spell enveloped them and his parents disappeared as fast as they'd come.



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Epilogue:

Buffy strolled arm in arm with Angel patrolling.

"..took you down and bit you? How'd you escape?" Angel was saying in reference to her bite mark on her neck, which now covered the Master's mark entirely.

"Well..it was nothing special. I managed to kick him where the sun doesn't shine," Buffy, said as happily as she could.

"Well Buffy I'm amazed all this happened in one day. I knew I should have looked for you yesterday but..I was worried about other things mainly Spike and Drusilla. And Spike went after you! I'm gonna kill him the next time I see him," he seethed.

Get in line she thought wanly.

She had been home for little over an hour and had come to a few realizations during that time. Although for the Scoobies they'd been gone nearly a month, here they had been gone for only a day. Nothing bad had gone down, no one had tried to open the hell mouth and end the world. Angel was still in love with her. Her mother was furious with her for skipping class. Some things never changed.

And some things would never be the same, she thought as her Slayer senses went on alert. Her eyes scanned the cemetery as her senses picked up vamp activity up ahead and one certain vamp she needed to talk to.

Detangling her arm from Angel's she paused.

"Angel up ahead there's vamp activity. I sense some back that way," she pointed vaguely and ran off before he could speak.

~*~*~*~*~*~

~Baby, baby, baby. What's it gonna be?~



Spike watched the Slayer run from the poof and doubled back to intercept her. He met her half way and had her inside a near by crypt before she could speak.

"Slayer," he whispered as he pulled her close and nuzzled his mark on her neck.

Buffy inhaled sharply and half-heartedly told him to stop it. He didn't listen.

"Came to see you at your house," he mumbled as he kissed his way up her jaw line.

"What?" she muttered dazedly as his lips brushed hers, before deviling into a deeper kiss.

"Came to see you at your house...went to that tree by your window. Was gonna climb up it and see you. But I got a whiff of it-nearly lost m'dinner I did. The bloody things saturated with the Poof! What does he do? Climb it waitin' to get a peek at m'girl? Bloody bastard. Pervert.always was a peeping tom," grumbled as he slowly eased away from her lips.

The mention of Angel brought Buffy to her senses. She slipped from his loose grasp and turned away from him.



~Baby, baby, baby Is it him or is it me? Don't make me waste my time~



"What do you want Spike?" she asked as coldly as she could, she knew she shouldn't have encouraged him, but he had some kind of power over her. One touch and she was gone. It was scary in the absolute way it consumed her.

"I want a lot of things Slayer," he answered the flare of his lighter briefly casting his angular face in a soft red light. "Question is what you want."



~Don't make me lose my mind baby Baby, baby, baby~



"You can't always have what you want," she muttered. "What I want is world peace. The end of the hell mouth. I want to be normal, I want to be happy. I want...it doesn't matter what I want Spike. It'll never happen. You need to leave."

She walked past him towards the door of the crypt.

~Can't you stay with me tonight? Oh, baby, baby, baby~



He caught her arm and turned her, lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. He smiled slightly as he dropped a kiss on her nose and rested his forehead against hers.



~Don't my kisses please you right? You were so hard to find~



"Does this mean nothing to you Buffy? What do you think I want from you? Do you even realize what you do to me? Do you?"

"I think you're horny, I think you'd ,like to get in my pants and see how it is to do a Slayer a different way Spike. I think this is a game to you. Well I'm not gonna play it!"

~The beautiful ones, they hurt you every time~





Spike let her words slide by him as he clenched his jaw and put a lid on his temper. He had to be calm when he spoke. He had to make her see.

"If all I wanted was to shag I could have had you when I bit you luv. Nothin' like killing and fuckin'," he mused as he glared down at her. She didn't bother to deny his statement, only made a disgusted face.



~Paint a perfect picture Bring to life a vision in One's mind~



"We got a chance Buffy; we got a chance to see what could be! That doesn't happen all the time! We can change our lives for the better. I....I want to. I want to be with you Buffy, do you understand? I want everything I can get from you."



"Spike," she whispered brokenly. "I can't! I won't."



~The beautiful ones always smash The pictures Always every time~



He released her and stalked away from her, anger in every fiber of his being.



"Why not?! Is this about Angelus? What can he give you Buffy?!! What can he give you, that I can't?!!! He's a monster pet, when you shag you'll wake to a monster and then what? You heard what Wolfe said! You had to kill him, do you want that? The misery that comes with loving him?! DO YOU?"



~If I told, you baby That I was in love With you~

"It won't. Come that is. Willow has the spell to make his soul permanent," Buffy's whisper sailed through the air like a well aimed arrow and lodged itself in his heart. He met her tortured gaze with one of his own.





~Oh baby, baby, baby If we got married would That be cool?~







"That's bloody fantastic! Wonderful, I hope you and he have a happy life SLAYER," he spat coldly as he stalked towards the door. This time Buffy did the stopping.

~You make me so confused The beautiful ones you Always seem to lose~



"What do you want from me Spike?! You knew, I never denied being in love with Angel I love him! You can't possible think because of a few kisses I'd want to be with you did you? Have you forgotten about Drusilla?! Do you think she'll just let you go?" she demanded angrily.

"No! I know it would be hard, near impossible Buffy but think..think how good it would be luv. We'd be so happy. Is it a crime to want to be happy Buffy? With you?"

Buffy buried her face in her hands silent tears streaming down her face. She couldn't help the tremors that shook her small frame.

Cursing he gathered her to him and held her close.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he rained kisses over her flushed face.



~Baby, baby, baby What's it gonna be? Baby Do you want him or do you want me? Cuz I want you, said I want you Tell me baby do you want me?~



"Ask me to stay," he whispered softly into her ear.

She shuddered at the intense emotions his words evoked inside her.

"No," she said even as her mind and heart screamed STAY!!!



~I gotta know, I gotta know Do you want me?~





He growled low down in his throat as he kissed her, once twice, parted her lips. His tongue seduced hers in a heated dance.

Muddled her thoughts and strengthened her feelings. God help her!

"Ask me to stay," he demanded again.

Weakened but not deterred she answered the same.

"No."

Then there wasn't any talking as his hands, hers wandered, traveled a seductive dance. Kisses became maddening, clothing a hindrance.



~Baby, baby, baby Listen to me~



"Buffy...Buffy I'll come back for you," he whispered raggedly pulling away from her.



~I may not know where I'm goin' baby I said I may not know what I need~





"No..." she pleaded.



"I'll come back for you," he repeated. "I'll make you proud Buffy. I'll make you love me. I swear."



~One thing one thing is for certain I know what I want and if it pleases You baby I'm begging down on my knees~



He walked to the door of the dark crypt, left her standing alone and miserable. Turned back to look at her over his shoulder.

"You're mine Slayer."

"Never."

"Forever," he whispered as he opened the door and slipped out.



~I want you Yeah I want you Baby, baby, baby I want you yes I do~

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Angel sunk to the ground his legs could no longer support him as his heart broke. His head bowed and tears fell unbidden.

"My God," he whispered in disbelief. Buffy and Spike. Spike and Buffy. Together!!!!

Spike.

Spike.

Spike.

His name was like an open wound, it would never heal, it was always there waiting to be reopened and pocked and prodded.

Spike had a hold over Buffy he thought suddenly. There was no way she'd let him touch her if he hadn't done some sort of spell!

An anger, a rage hadn't felt since he'd been Angelus, and even then it could not match what he was feeling surged through him and he clutched his head, moaning in pain as his body went rigid. Pain laced through him, his chest closed in and he gasped needlessly for air. He clawed at his chest as he fell to the ground.

"Buffy...Buffy," he gasped out as he felt his soul being ripped from him.

Angelus opened his eyes and smiled a smile of the devil himself.

THE END