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.6.
�You can�t love them. They�re demons. They have no souls.� Willow argued.

�I can love them, they don�t need souls. I�ve got more than enough soul to share.� Buffy argued,

�You cannot share a soul Buffy.� Giles told her wearily, �It�s impossible.�

�Spike shares my soul.� Buffy pointed at the lean vampire to her left. �They share my life so that I can share their death.�

�What?�

�We keep each other alive.� Buffy tried to explain simply, not wanting discuss the details of her relationship with Spike with everybody present. She wasn�t a seventeen year old girl anymore; she was soon to be twenty-two while her old friends would be turning nineteen. She was more mature than she had ever imagined getting the opportunity to be and she was eternally grateful that she no longer had an expiration date.

�How?� Faith asked curiously. She knew the other Slayer wasn�t a vampire, she could sense it, but she was intrigued as to how a slayer and a vampire could keep each other �alive�.

�It�s private.� Buffy said softly, a faint blush stealing across her pale complexion.

�Private?� Giles demanded angrily. �Explain yourself.�

�You�re not my Watcher anymore. You made that plain last night.� Buffy replied firmly. �It�s not important at the moment.�

�Not important?� Willow queried, looking from one vampire to the next.

�It�s important to me.� Buffy clarified, �But there�s no need to go into it now.�

�Oh. You�ve been missing for all this time and now we�re not even important enough for you to tell us what happened?�

�Was I important enough for you to care what happened to me? Did you even wonder where I was or did you just wait for the next Slayer to come along for you to hang with?�

�What?� Xander spluttered, leaning forward to shout once more.

�Hey.� Oz and Faith beat him to it. Sitting back against Anya quickly, Xander watched with interest as Buffy apologised to Faith for her outburst, and motioned for Oz to speak.

�You can�t blame Willow for wanting to know what you went through. We�ve got all night.�

�All night?� Joyce agreed, her eyes resolutely staying away from the familiar liquor cabinet.

�We�re going to dance with the stars.� Drusilla told them firmly, her eyes flitting to each person in the room. She had been promised a good night with plenty of dancing and a hunt before dawn.

�We�ll still dance pet.� Spike promised, his hand squeezing Buffy�s when she looked up at him hopefully.

�So what do you want to know?� Buffy asked with a sigh, resigning herself to the fact that she would be here for most of the night answering the questions they were bound to fire at her.

�How did you get sucked through Acathla?� Joyce asked before anyone could make a sound. Her burning desire to understand what her baby had been through had not been satisfied with the knowledge she had gained so far tonight.

�That was my fault.� Angel spoke for the first time, the guilt weighing down his soul more than ever now that everyone�s attention was focused on him.

�Angelus had-�

�Angel, we know it was you mate.� Spike interrupted with a grin.

�Okay, I had just opened the portal when Buffy tried to stop me. The portal kept growing as we fought and by the time we noticed it to try to escape it, it sucked in everything in the room.�

�It was that simple?� Willow questioned, the intricately detailed plans that she had concocted in her head falling flat with this insight.

�That simple.� Spike confirmed. �Everythin� in the bloody room went with us.�

�And then?� Giles asked, looking up from his notepad.

�How should I know?� Buffy grumbled, looking down at her feet.

�Slayer was knocked out, Angel was all soul havin� again and me and Dru were bloody confused.� Spike grinned. �T�was dark, smelt fuckin� awful and bloody dangerous for anythin� that weren�t a true demon.�

�A true demon?� Joyce queried, the only one unafraid to pose a question to the vampire they didn�t know.

�One that�s not tainted with humanity.� Anya supplied helpfully from her seat to Xander�s astonishment. He had conveniently dismissed the idea that his girlfriend was a former demon. It was all in her past and they were moving on now that she was human and no longer an evil soulless creature.

�S�right.� Spike agreed. �So we were fucked no matter how you looked at it.�

�Spike!� Buffy chastised, for her mother had raised her eyebrows in shock every time he had cursed.

�Sorry love.� He smirked, running his tongue over his teeth as he concentrated on their blood-link, sending his emotions coursing through her body.

Blushing, Buffy straightened in her seat. �We were in some kind of hell where everything wanted to kill us, the air was unbelievably hot and smelly and it was pretty much every other clich� you can think of.� She paused for effect. �Any more questions?�

�When did you get your soul back?� Willow asked Angel shyly, desperate to know the answer and no longer afraid to pose the question now that someone had confirmed it.

�His eyes.� Dru murmured softly, �The faeries burn bright in his eyes.�

�Just as we were sucked through the vortex.� Buffy added. �So what about you? When did you realise I was gone?�

�We went back to mansion that afternoon when Joyce let us know that you hadn�t been home.�

�And?�

�And we searched it for any trace of you or your companions.� Giles felt peculiarly small having to explain their actions to his former charge, it was usually him demanding explanations for immature or reckless behaviour, even with Buffy, and he was the one with the control and the maturity to reprimand the children. He suddenly felt rather like a child himself. It was discomfiting to say the very least.

�And when you figured she�d pulled a Houdini?� Spike asked, his eyes glowing amber as he glared at his fellow Brit.

�What�s it to you?� Xander ignored Angel�s warning growl, staring straight at the youngest vampire.

�She�s my mate you wanker.� Spike growled, all warnings Buffy had given him about letting that slip shoved to the furthest recesses of his mind as the young imbecile provoked him even further, demanding Buffy explain herself and what he had meant.

Stepping in front of his small family, Angel could do nothing to prevent the protective roar that resonated from his chest. This was his family being threatened by this impudent slip of a human.

Beginning to growl softly, the four seemed to converse in this strange, almost feral way, until Oz gently growled at them, startling them out of their trance like conversation.

�English?� He smiled, having understood the general idea of the reassuring words exchanged by the strange family unit. That was something he knew would come out in it�s own time. When this strange group were ready for the repercussions that it would surely bring from both friends and family.

�Sorry.� Buffy, looked anything but sorry, but she felt it was probably better to apologise for excluding everyone else before they all started to argue again. �So you all looked for me?�

�Yes.� Joyce assured her daughter, the display of affection between the foursome had slightly unnerved her and she was dying to ask what it had been about. �We never really stopped.�

�Even after all this time?� Buffy asked, sceptically.

�They never stopped.� Faith assured her, suddenly unsure of her place within the group. She had already done one patrol tonight, there was no need for another so soon, yet she was itching to get out and fight something, to reassure herself that this was where she belonged, doing what she did best.

�How long have you been the Slayer?� Buffy asked quietly. �Since Kendra?�

�Since you went.� Faith held her head up high. She did belong here, just as much as anyone else did.

�Thank you.� Buffy�s voice was barely more than a whisper but she needed to express her gratitude to the other Slayer or sticking around to protect her family and friends.

�For what?� Giles queried, looking from Slayer to Slayer.

�I know.� Faith muttered. �It don�t need to be said.�

�So what happened in hell?� Joyce asked, trying to move things on before anyone could begin to argue all over again.

�We survived.� Buffy replied, a smile ghosting across her face as the memories flooded through her, the good times and the bad. They had survived and now they were back to show it. �We fought, we hunted, we were hunted, we fell in love, we became a family.� She looked up at her now silent audience. �We had an adventure.�

�An adventure?� Giles was the first to break the silence; the outrage that a Slayer would enjoy a trip to hell with notorious vampires for company was just plain absurd.

�Problem?� Spike enquired genially.

�I dare say I�m not the only one.� Giles retorted, �A Slayer should always be on her guard against vampires and demons. One should never fool themselves into thinking demons can have feelings. When your back is turned, they�ll turn against you.�

�Don�t be silly.� Joyce scoffed, offended for her daughter at the ignorance Rupert was insinuating. �I hardly think they would have returned to Sunnydale with Buffy in tow if they were enjoying themselves in hell, murdering my baby girl.�

�Mom!� Buffy was shocked. Who knew her mom would have accepted what it meant to be a Slayer in the time she had been gone? �Giles, if you think I�m so stupid then why are you here? Why are any of you here when you don�t care what happened to me? You just wanted to judge me when you saw Spike, Angel and Dru. Isn�t that right?�

�Of course not.� Willow pleaded with her former best friend. She wanted to hear all the gossip about her friend and her life since she had been gone, but asking questions like that in front of the adults just seemed strange and rude to Willow. �We�re your friends. We love you. We wanted to know you were safe and well.�

�And if you were gonna tell us what the heck those vamps are doing walking free after what they did?� Xander sniped, still pinned down by the arm Anya had lay across him, preventing him from moving at all.

�Walking free?� Spike chuckled, �It�ll be a damn sight more than you�ll be doin� f�you don�t shut up.�

�Spike.� Buffy warned sternly. He knew there would be no threatening of her friends, even if she had already figured that she wouldn�t be keeping in touch with said friend anymore.

�Sorry love.�

�So are you two crazy kids together then?� Faith asked, desperate for something to talk about that interested her. She didn�t know the vampires, she had no clue exactly what they�d done that was so bad, but she wasn�t getting bad vibes off any of them so they were safe and she felt that she was safe.

�Forever.� Spike said proudly, perching on the arm of the chair, his arm around his girl�s shoulders as they watched her family and friends try to understand the situation. The marks on their necks were completely visible to anyone who cared to look, but so far none of the occupants in the room had understood the significance of the fang marks on their necks. Even the Watcher was having problems with the word, staring blankly at them, his face an amusing mixture of horror and revulsion.

�Forever?� Willow was shocked. She had thought Oz and herself were in a long term, serious relationship for she had agreed to move into a small apartment off campus with him, but to pledge yourself to someone forever? It was like something from a romantic movie and she found herself trying to ignore the twinges of envy she felt when she saw how close Buffy and Spike actually were as they sat quite innocently. How had she not seen it before? And were those?

They were.

Both Buffy and Spike had violent looking fang wounds on their necks. Ones that looked completely fresh.

If Spike had bitten Buffy to leave marks, who had bitten Spike? Buffy didn�t have fangs.

Did she?
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