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When the Morning Star Sings	By : LadyBold Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6:

London:

As Wes worked up the nerve to tell Angel and Cordy about the newerophrophecy, Giles lay back in his bed, his arms returning to wrap around Anya's slender waist, feeling the gentle brush of her blonde hair against his chest. The past year had been one of remarkable discoveries for himself and his former charges, he reflected, but none so quietly remarkable as the way he and Anya had found one another.

Anya and Xander had parted ways, amicably, six months ago, when she had chosen to return to being a vengeance demon, D'hoffryn's offer had been too good to refuse. Xander hadn't been able to understand her wish to return to demonhood, so they had agreed to call off their engagement. Anya, who still ran the Magick Box, was in constant contact with the former watcher, and soon they found they had much more in common than they had ever thought. Soon Anya was visiting him on the weekends, and from there . . . well he now couldn't imagine a life without the brash, beautiful blonde.

She had made him see demons in a different light, saying that what humans called demons were truly just a different species, as alien to earth as humans were to Mars. Most demons came from dimensions where humans did not exist, and if they did, they were in the minority. Here on earth, with humans dominating society, most demons had no hope of ever integrating.

As a demon Anya was subject to a list of laws as complex as any human society, in many cases more complex, and most lawbreakers weren't known to live long in the demon realms. She acknowledged the fact that a great deal of demons were much more aggressive and deadly to humankind, but said that to demons humans represented oppressors or even simple cattle. But that had more to do with the ways they were treated on earth or the strictures of their home dimensions, it wasn't any thing personal.

Vampires and other 'tainted' demons were actually the bane of most demon societies as well, and were viewed in much the same ways, as destroyers. And while it went against everything he had been taught as a Watcher, Giles found himself believing her explanations. Though the theories she had on demon souls versus human souls took some convincing, in the end he had to admit that it was likely true that only the un-pure demons, such as Vampires, lacked a soul. Demons such as Clem and Anya clearly demonstrated soul-like tendencies, such as displaying a conscience and dismay at the hurt of others.

Now as he lay beside her, he found himself re-examining his choices. Leaving Sunnydale had been for the best, he couldn't deal with staying there after Buffy's death, and knew that if he had stayed he would have only regretted it. Yet now, one of 'his' children, two really, faced a new and potentially explosive destiny, with two of the most feared Vampires in recorded history. Wesley had told him not to come, but he couldn't help wondering if going back was the better choice.

Untangling himself gently from the warm body of his lover, he stood from the bed, quickly dressing in a pair of light cotton pajama bottoms, leaving his chest bare, and strode from the room. Taking up the phone in the small study, he dialed a familiar number.

~@~@~@~

Sunnydale:

Willow and Spike had spent the last half-hour avoiding conversation, as each processed their thoughts. So both were extremely startled by the shrill ring of the telephone as it pierced the air.

"I got it." Willow dashed to grab the cordless. "Hello?"

"Willow?"

"Giles?"

"Yes, hello Willow."

"Giles, I was going to call you tonight. We've got a hellmouth-y sitch."

"You and Spike are dreaming of each other and of Angel and Cordelia."

Willow pulled the phone away from her ear, gapping at it in confusion; Spike almost chuckled at the befuddled look upon her face, but was concerned by the awestruck look as well.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" Spike couldn't help wincing at the shriek, from the redheaded witch.

"Jesus Willow! My ears! And to answer your question. . . Well I can't really. You need to get in touch with Wesley and the rest, down in L.A."

"Giles? What's going on?"

"Willow, there's a prophecy, so I need you to listen to me, and go down to LA, take Spike and Dawn."

"A prophecy? About me? And Spike?" Spike looked mutinous at the very idea.

"Yes, but also about Angel, and Cordelia."

"But Giles? What about the Hellmouth? I can't leave it without some form of a guard. And if Spike and I go, that leaves Xander here alone. He's gotten really good at patrolling, but I don't think he can handle it on his own."

"And the newest Slayer is in Thailand, handling a Boxjer demon uprising. *SIGH* Okay, I have to work on this a moment."

"Giles, what about . . . Faith? Can't you pull some strings, get her released early, for good behavior? Xander can be her Watcher of sorts, he would do a great job."

There was a long silence on the opposite end of the phone, leaving Willow to wonder if the phone hadn't gone dead. Finally Giles sighed loudly again and spoke. "That's actually a sound idea, Willow. I'll take care of that now. Faith will be there by the end of the day, tomorrow. You and Spike should leave immediately however."

"Okay, as soon as Dawn gets outta school, we'll be off. I'll call Xander as soon as I'm off with you." Willow said, rapidly making plans in her head.

"Good, and Willow? Be very careful, I have good reason to suspect that outside foes are gonna be coming after you and Spike."

Willow merely chuckled. "When aren't they? Giles, I'll call you from LA, alright?"

"Good. Talk to you then."

"Yep. Bye." Willow hung up, setting the phone down gingerly. Spike looked at her knowingly. He had heard most of the conversation loud and clear, something was definitely up!

"Go get packed, Red, I'll take care of getting the car ready, and make sure to pack the Bit a bag, as well." He went out to the old SUV Joyce had left Buffy, who'd left it, (according to a magically made will, care of Willow) to Dawn, who since she wasn't old enough to drive, gave it to Willow.

"Okay, only an hour till Dawn is outta school, anyway, short days, what a blessing! I'll call Xander too." Willow said, talking to herself.

After a quick call to Xander, explaining the situation, very briefly, and assuring her best friend that Faith would be in town before sundown the next day, (Xander seemed very excited by the prospect), Willow ran to get her own and Dawn's bags ready. Taking the time to fold everything neatly, she was done in a half-hour. Spike had returned, from the garage, having hung heavy-duty canvas in the windows of the back seat, making himself a small cave, to protect him from the late afternoon sun. He then made quick work of packing his own bag, as well as a small cooler filled with bloodpacks and sodas for the trip.

Less than fifteen minutes later and Dawn had arrived home, jubilant in the face of only having had a half-day of school. Spike had been nominated to tell the sixteen-year-old, that they were off on a hellmouth-y sitch, which not surprisingly, Dawn took well. She was afterall quite used to it, by now.

So, at barely half-past 1pm, with everyone safely in the car, Willow pulled from the driveway of 1630 Revello Drive, and headed to LA.
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