Fealty and Family 1

Fealty and Family: part one
by Josie_h
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They rarely kept secrets from each other, but whatever had been said in the phonecall from the United States had sent the High Master of Europe, William Aurelius (alias Spike) into a rage that had lasted for hours. The vampire had fallen into game face before the end of the call, growled at his confused and increasingly terrified Consort then taken off into the night. All Xander could discern were the feelings of ‘family’, and ‘threat’, and ‘grief’, and the over-riding anger.

The Master Vampire needed to kill, to fight, to vent. Whatever the issue was, Xander knew he was unable to follow.

Instead, the Consort distracted himself by finishing up the minor affairs of the night, answering various Emails and flagging others for discussion/attention the following evening. He replied politely on behalf of the High Master and Consort of the European Clans to the general update on the progress and activities of the Council of Watchers from Andrew’s new liaison officer. It was a heartening (if a little floridly written) report but did little to curb Xander’s worry.

It was more than a year since the signing of the treaty, and Xander was well aware that the alliance of the Watcher’s Council with the vampiric nations across their territories had been a huge success – even providing much needed corrections to the more public aspects of vampire lore and historical accounts to the Council.

The age old enemies were genuinely attempting to work together for their mutual benefit at an ever increasing pace. The Council recognized the importance of the clans of the north first, but now even the most skeptical of the watchers and slayers accepted that the European High Master and Consort had the full support of all their regions as the push to comprehensively ‘manage’ clan feeding grounds had spread to encompass the whole of the Aurelian court’s territory. It made the Slayers’ jobs easier as they were able to simply focus on eliminating vampires violating the agreements (be they renegade fledges or simply minions with a bad attitude), and deal with other even more dangerous demons.

It was almost fourteen months since the Council had signed the agreement with the Aurelian rulers of the European Clans, and gradually the eyes of other courts around the globe fell to Europe to provide the lead for their own regions. Whenever the opportunity arose, the ruling couple had worked to assist other High Masters to repeat the European success in their own global regions. Already South East Asia, Canada, Eastern Africa and the South Pacific courts seemed to have adopted the collaborative approach to the new Watchers’ Council (with its flow on benefits) with many adjacent regions beginning to negotiate also. Some Court’s were slower to adopt the European model simply because of lack of cohesion between the clans under their rule.

The reputation of the ruling couple in Europe was growing as it was noted that the efficiency and intelligence with which they lead their Court garnered a fierce loyalty from those under their rule. It was apparent to those ‘looking in’ that internal political squabbles were always dealt with swiftly and with a fair hand, and the innovative management of resources gave the region a new stability and prosperity that was the envy of many a High Master across the globe.

Of course the fact that the Immortal had taken on the role of surrogate Sire to William and his consort Alexander was not lost on the world’s High Masters either. Anton’s reputation leant enormous weight to Spike and Xander’s status in the global Vampire community. It now seemed that there was a genuine chance for a meeting of High Masters from all courts across the globe if only that they might satisfy their personal curiosity regards the fast becoming legendary, ruling Aurelians. If the meeting did eventuate, it would be the first time in over a millennium that all the High Masters had met, and had a very real chance of rekindling the Global Alliance of Vampiric Courts. Anton counseled that it would still likely be many months before *every* High Master agreed to literally ‘come to the table’, however the Aurelian rulers were hopeful as support for the idea was gaining momentum.

Xander finally ran over some detailed reports from his own managers on the building projects but struggled to maintain his concentration. He was simply too worried, so began to tidy the desk and pack up for the night.

Without knowing who had made the call to Spike, Xander was at a loss. He knew the High Master of the Chinese clans had been very difficult of late, but could not imagine that Spike would have reacted to anything ‘political’ so violently. He reread the report from the Council, but it seemed all was running to plan there too. Spike’s own business interests were traveling extremely well, and besides, they had always shared any frustrations on that front. The clans were quiet – with aught but a few minor squabbles about territory breaches that would be dealt with easily. And though the Initiative might again rear its ugly head in the future, intelligence indicated there was no such threat at the current time.

Xander tried again to reach Spike through the link but with Spike so upset, it was impossible to process the garbled images along with the excruciating levels of emotional pain and anger.

Xander shut down the computer and flicked off the light, before dragging a small settee into the entrance hall and curling up miserably on the ornate, rather uncomfortable piece of furniture. After rising briefly to retrieve a throw rug from another room, he finally managed to snooze lightly waking periodically to watch the door for Spike’s return.

Mere seconds before dawn, Spike staggered in the door covered in blood, dirt and what appeared to be demon entrails. Xander was instantly on his feet and rushed to Spike’s aid, catching his mate on the way down as the vampire’s legs gave out. He was about to call for one of the staff to assist but noticed the tear tracks and knew that the High Master would not allow minions to see any weakness, if he could possibly avoid it. Instead, he simply hefted the filthy, now unconscious figure into a fireman’s carry and took him upstairs directly to their private bathroom.

He placed his lover gently on the floor before beginning to fill the bath and turning back to examine the damage done to the vampire.

Xander flinched as he pulled back the badly torn sweater to find a set of three huge gashes across Spike’s right shoulder and a bloodied arm that was most definitely broken. He reached for the first aid supplies, and grabbing the scissors, made short work of the already ruined clothing. There were so many bruises blossoming across the pale skin that Xander could not help but wonder what or how many Spike had found to fight.

Stripping himself, he then lifted his charge into the steaming bath, positioned himself behind the vampire and began to gently clean him of the gore. As he added shampoo to the matted blonde hair and began to massage Spike’s scalp, he was horrified to find two claws embedded in the tangle – apparently they had penetrated the flesh deep enough to become stuck in the skull. He reached awkwardly for the first aid kit with a dripping hand, grabbing for the pair of forceps, and carefully extracted what looked like two talons from a ‘big cat’.

Spike mumbled something incoherent as Xander dabbed some disinfectant on the wounds then proceeded to finish untangling the long locks. But the vampire remained unconscious and blissfully unaware of his consort’s distress, whispered chastisements or quiet words of endearment.

Both dry and Spike’s wounds dressed as best Xander could manage (he hoped desperately that the broken arm was now properly aligned in its temporary blowup splint), the consort carried his mate to bed, flicking the electric blanket onto low and climbed in next to him. Settled in the warmth, he lovingly offered the semi comatose vampire his wrist and felt relieved as the familiar sting and pull on his bloodstream signalled Spike would be alright. Xander desperately wished he could ask what triggered the whole disastrous evening, but resigned himself to having to wait and fell into a restless slumber.

Spike woke near sundown the next day. His naturally speedy healing had rendered minor scratches and many surface bruises a mere memory, but the still painful arm and shoulder, and surprisingly tender scalp pulled him from his contented sleep with the bitter thoughts of the night before.

Xander rolled toward his lover as the vampire surfaced to consciousness, and sent love and devotion through the link reaching out to stroke Spike’s chest and lean in to press a chaste kiss on still swollen lips.

“I’m sorry Pet… I just…” Spike rolled onto his back and lifted his good arm to hide his eyes under the bruised forearm for a moment. Xander gently coaxed it away, and softly touched Spike’s far cheek urging him not to hide from his lover. Slowly the vampire turned his head, wincing as the wounds from the claws rubbed against the pillow again.

“Can you tell me yet Spike? I am here for you… always, you know that don’t you?... I’ll always be here for you… let me share the worry… Please my beautiful, courageous mate… let me share your burden… What made you so upset?” Xander moved closer then rose up, exposing his neck.

Spike accepted the offer, taking care to take from the mating mark. Xander groaned and closed his eyes, relaxing into the wonderful sensation of renewing their bond and comforting his partner. All too quickly for Xander, the wound was laved closed, but he was offered a wrist in return and the ambrosial flavor of Spike flowed over his tongue.

Pulling off, they both lay exchanging gentle caresses and thoughts of adoration. Some minutes of silence and stroking later, Spike finally spoke in a near whisper.

“It was one of Anton’s men. He’s been keeping tabs on Angel’s son. Our Sire promised to keep ‘im safe as part of the deal… ‘Cause I promised…” Spike took a deep breath before continuing, “I *promised* to keep ‘im safe no matter what… I gave my word Xan! Promise of a Master Vampire, commitment of ‘is favorite Childe, word of a gentleman. Lad was fine ‘til yesterday, lived under everyone’s radar. Now the bastards have found ‘im they won’t let him go again. I promised his Da, Xan, I promised!”

“But I thought you destroyed the Black Thorn and their offices… everything… didn’t you?”

“Not the Senior Partners pet. No one gets to them… no one, ‘sides it was only the LA office we took out. They figured I was dusted and lost track of Connor, thought we were home free for a while but it was only a matter of time. Dead super bitch turned up in Chicago office, all scarves and perfect heels, askin’ the boss for the boy by name at ‘is work. Told the poor bugger that her ‘new company’ has some special project they want ‘im to work on and made all sorts of noises about how they’d heard of ‘is reputation through a friend… rot like that. Bloke we had watching out for the boy said the boss was right chuffed when she offered twice the usual so’s he’d agree. Boss reckoned he was happy to put the lad on her project in a fortnight’s time.”

“Xan… He *is* the project!! And that bitch…” Spike fell into game face again, “We’ve gotta get ‘im out of there *now* Xan! *Now*!! I can’t lose another one… and I *promised*… I… kissed ‘im and promised…” The last part came out as barely a hissed whisper around extended fangs as a single blood tinged tear fell from golden eyes onto the pillow below.

“Geez Spike… I’m a bit confused with the whole dead super bitch reference... she’s a vampire?”

Spike fell back to his pretty features once more and lifted desperate blue eyes up to Xander, “Nahh pet… *much* worse. Dead lawyer, former Wesley’s squeeze and the slipperiest snake in the grass you’ll ever find. Cordy killed her, but the Senior partners don’t let their top managers go all that easy, brought ‘er back as a kinda negotiator. She *knows* Connor Xan – knows his history and what ‘e looks like and… she would be the only one bar me as would know ‘im! No wonder they bloody well had ‘er on it.”

Xander kissed Spike soundly, calmly brushed away another tear and dragged his partner up to sitting then stood and offered his hand. “Come on, let’s fix this.” And Spike loved his mate just that little bit more.

Xander noted that Spike was still very stiff and sore from his previous evening’s activities as he struggled to pull a warm silky dressing robe over his still splinted arm.

Xander took over, tying a neat knot in the belt and running his hands up the front of the torso, enjoying the solid form under the garment before tugging on his matching robe and leading Spike down to the study.

A desperate call was put to their Sire, who had already been informed of the issue and was expecting the contact. It was swiftly decided. Anton’s ‘man on the ground’ arranged for Connor to receive an all expenses paid trip to London for four days, apparently ‘winning’ a competition that he couldn’t remember entering. His boss grumbled that it would have to be two days’ leave without pay and the weekend, and that he would need to go that very week, due to the new project starting thirteen days hence. It was perfect timing.

Connor promised to put in two extremely late nights to try to cover the days away.

A chauffer driven car picked him up from his stylish apartment and drove him to the airport. They took a service road Connor had never seen, and he began to worry, only to be immediately stunned as they rounded a hanger and drove onto the tarmac to stop in front of a large private jet. The information had said ‘first class’ travel, but he certainly had not expected this!

His small amount of luggage was stowed and customs and immigration officers politely checked his passport at the steps of the plane and he was ushered aboard.

There was another person on the plane already, he looked up and smiled at Connor but said nothing. He was by far one of the most stunning men he had ever seen, piecing light green eyes with a ring of emerald on the outer edge of the iris, raven hair and what could only be described as a regally beautiful face.

Connor realized he was staring and quickly dropped his gaze, “Do we ummm, do we just sit anywhere or are there like… allocated seats or something.”

A deep resonant chuckle was the response before Anton stood and moved to shake Connor’s hand. “No, no dear fellow! There will just be the two of us. I’m Anton by the way. I hope you don’t mind the company.”

“Oh… I thought there must be others who won… you know since it was a ‘singles’ competition.” Connor looked a little worried as Anton simply waved him to a broad leather seat and indicated the seatbelt sign. The door was closed and they were already starting to move.

Once airborne Connor relaxed a little but could feel a prickling sensation, like the air was charged with energy. There was also a faint but very familiar scent that he could not quite place. He’d felt it before and filtered old memories in silence. It was only when the other man reached over and touched him on the hand that he recognized the sensation and his eyes went wide.

“You’re not human! But….” Suddenly panicked he realized that he had nowhere to go, nevertheless he voice raised to a fevered pitch as he accused Anton of abduction and fraud, screamed his protests and threatened the other with death by his own bare hands. “I’m the Destroyer you know?! And everyone knows I’m coming… I’ve got very powerful friends, *demon* and magical friends who will be looking for me, so if I don’t turn up at Heathrow to meet them they’ll know.”

Anton smiled enigmatically at the tirade, knowing for a fact that Connor had not contacted anyone in London. But instead of commenting he simply stood, lifted his wrist to his mouth, let fangs drop, opened his wrist and reached out to his smaller fellow traveler. “The truth is in my blood.”

Connor fell silent immediately as he smelt the blood, then in a daze, took the proffered wrist and accepted a mouthful. The effect was overwhelming, a maelstrom of memories, images and extraordinary sensations of family and tenderness and strength and… Connor passed out against the broad chest and Anton lifted the slighter figure onto one of the broad white couches just as the plane banked a little. The result was Connor coming to seconds later, prone with Anton leaning over him, bracing himself against the wall.

He still had the taste of Anton’s blood in his mouth, but managed to grind out, “Who the hell are you?”

The remainder of the trip was spent explaining the true reason for the rescue mission. Though rather than overload the now stressed looking man, Anton stuck to some more simple facts. The threat from Wolfram and Hart – which Connor understood completely, and remembered Lilah, so was unsurprised by her return; Spike’s promise to his now dead, real father and the fact that Spike had survived – something Connor found profoundly moving ; and the status of the Aurelian line as leaders of Europe – which was just plain weird. But a few significant ‘pennies dropped’ for Connor, not least of which was the realization that the ‘trust’ funding his education and affording him a more than generous amount of income from the investments of the same, were all managed by Spike.

He expressed his fear for his parents and sisters to Anton, worried that he couldn’t go home to pick up some special things he wanted, and was confused as to his new status. But he did understand the risk and resigned himself to his sudden change of lifestyle – even if to what he was not sure.

He knew they weren’t headed for London now, though the plane’s log would reflect that they did indeed land refuelled and let Connor off.

Anton simply took Connor for early morning sight seeing then shopped before the plane took ‘Connor Aurelius, Swiss citizen’, and companion – Anton, resident of Italy and businessman - took off for Basel and his new home in the early afternoon.

A rather bewildered Connor took a deep breath and straightened as he stepped out of the rear of the chauffeured car and followed Anton, “the Immortal”, into the grand building.

He was ushered to the High Master’s study by an elegant man introduced as Anton’s personal assistant, Gregor, and they were admitted immediately. Connor ‘felt’ Gregor. He was a vampire… but not a minion by any means. He felt old and very powerful – yet obviously served Anton, which tugged at Connor's old instincts. Something about Anton… demanded respect even from the oldest Masters. Connor still wasn’t clear about him, nor did he understand exactly what he was, but was oddly pleased that the girl his Dad liked, “Buffy”, was now the permanent partner of the man that felt strangely like home.

Connor was made no more comfortable as he saw that the ruling couple upon entering the sumptuous room. They were deep in conversation, seated on matching antique ornate, eighteenth century chairs behind an exquisite and quite enormous, mahogany study table (that now sported a laptop, printer and huge plasma screen, along with modem connections, phones and various other technology).

Both ceased their conversation immediately as Anton and their guest appeared at the door. They looked up with welcoming smiles, stood, and moved swiftly to greet their Sire, then the boy (now man) Spike had only ever seen once at Wolfram and Hart as he stood beside Angel in the training room a decade or so before.

Connor noted the handsome couple and did not miss the soft brush of the brunette’s hand over his smaller partner’s as the two men rose to give him a warm greeting. He knew the taller man must be the Consort Alexander and the second, his father’s Childe, the High Master of the European Courts, William Aurelius. He was aware of their mated status courtesy of Anton, though was still struggling with the Master/Consort relationship and the whole court concept. He knew he should recognize Spike, as Anton had explained who he was, but neither man looked familiar.

He was looking for someone he vaguely remembered. Someone with Billy Idol white hair, dressed in black leather and sporting black eye makeup and nail polish. Yet he was facing a slim individual with the physique of an endurance athlete, sporting a strapped arm and with long strawberry blonde curls tied back in an elegant fashion. Alongside that individual was his obviously confident, handsome one eyed companion in his early to mid thirties, with chocolate hair and one eye to match (the second covered by an elegant bejewelled piece. Both were dressed in complimenting designer jeans and obviously expensive cotton knit sweaters. They also sported matching exquisite diamond earrings and expensive gold jewellery on wrists and fingers. All spelt money, success and ‘fashionably casual’. Nothing about either sparked any memory for Connor.

Connor remembered clearly that the Spike, at the time they met, had been a ‘fired up’ warrior with short platinum blonde hair standing next to his father. He recalled the slim man’s hands planted firmly on the hips covered by black denim and pushing back an old leather coat, the stance defiant in front of the stunning ancient demon and their audience. Yet here was a very controlled, very calm, very powerful president of a company or … whatever, with an obviously ‘outed’ partnership that they were so comfortable with as to be unworried by showing small affections.

Despite Anton’s reassurances that he was to meet his real father’s favorite childe and the last member of the Aurelian line, Connor was convinced that he was in the presence of corporate Switzerland, not someone he knew, much less was related to.

That was… until the smaller man looked directly at him and gave a wicked grin. Connor recognized the unforgettable blue eyes and saw the flash of gold. Those eyes sparkled with the same love of the fight he remembered seeing on that day. It reproduced his own instinctive feeling from that day in his own gut… the thrill of the violence. He also smelt like family. All present smelt the immediate rush of arousal and adrenalin, and Connor blushed then scanned the features of his last true remaining vampire relation.

He slowly began to recognize the refined features that he had witnessed in the training room all those years ago and instinctively he scented the air and smelt… family? He gave a puzzled smile.

It was years since he used his ‘gifts’ for anything more than tracking down his (now former) girlfriend when they were separated in a crowd, or detecting fear, anger or resignation on opponents in a business negotiation. Now he found himself deliberately seeking out information: only one heartbeat – very slow; scents - *all* family; magical feelings – all of them; instinctive feelings – fealty and family.

Connor frowned a little as he noted the splinted arm, but took Spike’s offered handshake, then Xander’s, before following them to a large room, obviously the library, and was directed to a classic leather arm chair. Anton took a matching chair opposite, while Spike and Xander relaxed easily together on the couch facing the other two.

Spike was first to speak and in Anton’s presence, respectfully using his original upper class accent, “I imagine this is all a little sudden and confusing for you… being brought here I mean. Please understand, you are free to leave at any time.”

Spike sized up his ‘little brother’ as Connor gathered his thoughts before replying.

The man was in his early thirties but had a definite timeless boyishness about him. Spike remembered the piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair from a decade or more ago, but the hair was now cut in the latest style, and the eyes reflected a combination of self confidence that came with personal success, along with a wariness and weariness that gave away his history. He was slightly taller than Spike but had much the same physique - lean yet muscular - and the same ‘bigger than life’ feel of contained power. He was the image of success, handsome, sure of himself and had an unmistakable vampiric, magical signature for those able to detect it.

As Connor entered the room, Spike had heard the man’s heart beat and breathing race, then calm, as if on command. The vampire was impressed and reassured as Connor moved to address his hosts. As always, Anton had made the right decision.

“Welcome Connor. We trust you had a good flight and apologise for the slight deception in order to have you here – I gather our Sire would have filled you in as to why it was necessary.”

“Well, Anton did explain a little of it on the way here… something about my being ‘at risk’ if I stayed in the US at this time? Which is weird on a whole lot of levels – but yeah … before you start to worry – yeah I *do* get the whole Wolfram and Hart and Dad and the kid of a vampire thing… But I thought I’d made another life now… which is… anyways… You know more about me than I do about you … but I *do* get it… Destroyer Pure Childe blah blah. And… I know I met you Spike (?) before at the law firm that killed Dad, and that you were on his team… well and now I know Favorite and all that... Umm… and I know you’re a vampire and you guys are together - which I’m cool with by the way.”

Connor gave both Spike and Xander a nod after catching their eye for a brief moment. They both gave warm smiles in return before he continued.

“And I kind of know what you’ve done with your investments – pretty hard to miss with the dividends – figure *I’ve* got a lot to learn!! Oh and Anton told me about Alexander with the construction consortium here in Europe, impressive.” Connor leaned forward a little and dropped his voice, “Oh and William? Don’t think I’m not grateful for the dividends you’ve been sending to me – now I know it was you… Jeez I was the envy of my frat house – and now the office…! Gotta say… I was one of only two in my Honors year that had to have a personal accountant expert in managing a global share portfolio income. I figure it *was* a deal that you made with my real Dad to look out for me – you know… manage it without me worrying… ‘cause… anyway… I did try to find you a couple of times. All I had was a note from a ‘W’ saying that I was to be looked after financially after… well, after Dad was… dusted…” Connor’s voice dropped to a pained whisper and he let tears of fear loss and frustration, finally fall as he attempted to continue.

“But I’m still confused… what *am* I to you… now… you know? I’m a little lost?!” The mature Connor, the confident professional, the ‘Destroyer’, trailed off. Spike, Xander and the Immortal all saw clearly the worry and distress in the younger man.

At the mention of Angel’s demise Spike had grasped Xander’s hand and waited tense and uncomfortable, until his full blood ‘sibling’ ended the worried diatribe. It was the contact the High Master needed to be calm for what had to be said, and as he saw the desperate expression at the end of Connor’s speech, he steeled himself to do what Anton had previously informed him he must.

Xander sent love and loyalty through their link just before Spike stood before he began to speak. He walked around the back of the leather lounge, stood behind Xander and took his consort’s hand.

Spike began to speak in the quiet baritone Xander so loved, “We will all protect you to the end of days little brother. You already know your status as unique in the vampire world and that you a human child, a full blood of Angel and Darla … Both of the *House of Aurelius*. So your place is *technically* and *magically* here.”

Connor’s eyes went wide, “But Aurelius… William Aurelius… that means you…?”

“I’m a Childe of the line. I assumed you knew that Angelus was my true Sire though Anton now holds that honor, and I bow to him in all things.” As if to illustrate a point Spike leaned forward and held up an open wrist which Anton laved politely and then moved to kiss his surrogate Childe – the High Master of all Europe before returning to his seat.

Spike continued, “We (you and I) are the last two true descendents of the old Master, the last two remaining of the most powerful vampire line on the planet. You are the first full blood son of a Master Vampire – of any ruling family – in close to three thousand years. It was your father’s dying wish that I keep you safe, and yes little brother, I was with him at the end. His thoughts were with you…” Spike’s tone and gaze dropped and his hand joined with Xander’s as his voice broke. He allowed his own grief and pain to be heard and seen – even after all this time it was a raw wound.

Xander squeezed his partner’s hand, letting love and strength flow through their link as Spike took a moment then continued, “He was so broken, Connor. There was nothing anyone could do. Dragon poison… He was so…” Spike’s voice hitched again before he dared continue, “He died like he lived, a bloody champion… hero to the end savin’ the world. So now we – you, and I, and my consort – are the dynasty that leads Europe – and before you ask – yes the *whole* of Europe.”

Connor was saddened, then confused, and finally utterly incredulous at the last statement, “That’s just a load of … well whatever!! You expect me to...”

Spike cut him off, “Yes… because you *are*part of all this, as is our surrogate Sire.” Spike nodded pointedly at Anton.

Connor shot an angry look toward Anton, “OOOOK… F#@$!!! Part of what exactly? I’m an American! People – bad people are chasing me and I’ve got a Mom and a Dad and sisters and… I know that I’m different… but this is… this is…??? Ahhh Geez… this is B.S.!!”

Spike squeezed his consort’s hand and was particularly calm as he answered, “No it’s not ‘B.S.’ It’s real. We *must* protect you. We will get word to your folks as soon as we can, but for now… please stay. You are safe here.”

Spike instinctively opened his wrist and Xander held his up to be sliced by the beloved incisors then both allowed their blood to mix on Spike’s arm before the youngest Aurelian accepted the offer. And he knew, without a doubt, that this was, indeed his place too.

The initial meeting had concluded positively (despite the difficult start to the day) but all concerned were exhausted. Gregor led an overtired and overwhelmed Connor to his rooms while Spike and Xander both thanked Anton in the time honored Vampiric fashion - the exchange of blood.

An hour or so later found Xander relaxing back on the small settee and Spike had on his knees resting next to Anton, his head on his Sire’s thigh, “Thank you, Sire, for tonight and the boy… and your assistance. How might we repay you?”

“By being happy and safe for a time, my dear William. Keep Alexander close and Connor hidden as best you might – we have yet to determine the fallout.”

“Can you stay… just for tonight Sire… Will you stay?” Spike’s hopeful, almost childlike gaze of longing and loss melted the Immortal’s resolve.

Gregor had only just rejoined them but smiled and immediately departed to prepare his Master’s usual rooms.

Fealty and Family: part two

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