Drusilla clapped her hands in childish glee as she watched Samara.
"That's my girl!" She said. Spike smiled at her. Damien was dead. After terrorizing them for so long, he was finally dead.
Samara began to walk over to them. "I did it," She said.
"We saw," Spike said. "Well done," He frowned. "What happened to Rider? Is she dead?"
"Not quite. A vampire tried to kill her…" Dru started.
"And Damien made her immortal. He told her he loved her. He told us to look after her," Samara finished.
"And her brother?" Spike asked.
A dark look came across his daughters face. "Not as lucky…"
Spike looked around the hall, and finally his eyes fell upon the dead boy. "Shame. She would've liked to have him around,"
"Where's Aidan?" Samara asked.
"Right here," said a voice from behind her. It wasn't Aidan. It was another vampire, carrying Aidan's unconscious body.
"Spike, stake him!" Drusilla said, grabbing Samara and pulling her out of the way even though she could take care of herself. Spike did just as Drusilla said, shoving the vampire into the wall, forcing him to drop Aidan and then staking him right through the heart.
"I'll go check on Buffy. Dru, look after Samara. Samara, look after Drusilla," He said, leaving the two of them alone. He thought for a minute about telling them to look after Aidan, but really couldn't bothered. He knew they'd do so anyway. Samara seemed to quite like the boy, although he hated her.
"How're things going?" Spike asked Buffy. She was fighting a vampire. There weren't many left now, but with the lights back, the humans were finally having the sense to actually fight them.
"Bit better with light," Buffy replied, kicking the vampire and sending him sprawling onto the floor. Spike grabbed him by the shirt collar and plunged the stake into his heart. He turned to dust in an instant.
Spike smiled. "Do we ever have even a day without being attacked by someone?"
"Maybe," Buffy said. "A week though, I'm not too sure about. Hey, I'm a Slayer, it's my job,"
"It's your job to kill 'em, ain't it? Not get killed by them,"
"You've killed two slayers. Who're still here right now," Buffy said.
Spike looked around. Sure enough, he could see Nikki quite nearby. She was glaring at him like… well, like he'd killed her and she wanted revenge. But couldn't get any, because, well, she was a ghost wasn't she? She could hurt him a bit, but Spike remembered what being a ghost was like for him and imagined that it was quite likely the same for her. He'd had to concentrate very hard just to lift a mug, let alone hit someone. So it was very hard for Spike back then, because he unfortunately didn't have very much of an attention span. But it still beat the chip.
Later, they had all gone home. Aidan was sleeping on the sofa at the Morgans house. Spike and Drusilla were asleep in their bed. Rider was, well… technically she was dead right now, lying on the floor by Aidan. Only Samara was awake. She was reading. It wasn't something she often did, but she often read during the day, when all the others were asleep. It was quietest thing she could do. She seemed to be becoming obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. Wonderland seemed very appealing to her, although a little scar, it was an adventure. She loved books like this. Like Alice or Coraline or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory… She loved them because they made her feel just like a normal kid. Not like the homicidal spirit of an unstable girl with uncontrollable psychic powers. Just a normal kid. The same went for candy floss, ice cream, cartoons and, strangely enough, Dead Kennedy's music. Maybe just because Spike liked it, but she kept getting California Uber Alles stuck in her head…
Suddenly, the phone rung. Looking at it warily, Samara picked it up.
"Is this Samara?" The voice had a noticible British accent, like Spike.
"It's Annie. Tell Aidan I'm coming for him. I'll be back in a few days, maybe a week, but I've got some things to do,"
Then Annie hung up the phone. Samara went back to her book, not even thinking about what she'd said.
Late that day, Rider's eyes finally fluttered open. She sat upright immediately, the blanket Samara had thrown over her falling to the floor. It took her a minute to process where she was. It only took a few seconds for her to notice the hunger though. It gnawed at her, worse than anything she'd felt as a human. And that was the last thing she noticed, as her face changed. She growled. This wasn't what she wanted. Damien should have known that. Why would he do such a thing? She sighed. Wasn't worth worrying about that right now. What could she do, after all, aside from killing herself?
Blood. She needed blood. And the sooner she got it the better. There was blood in her satchel, which lay on the floor. She'd originally started packing it for Damien, but now she needed it. A chuckle escaped her. She'd never have thought she'd need it herself. She tore the plastic on the pigs blood and downed it all in one gulp, wanting to spit the whole time. Damien hadn't been kidding when he'd said it tasted gross. But Spike hadn't complained too much. She guessed he was just used to it.
Spike rolled out of bed in the evening and got dressed, still in somewhat of a trance. Memories of the past few weeks – or was it months? He hadn't kept track – kept drifting into his mind. He laughed, wondering what would have happened if he'd just ignored his cell phone ringing back in L.A. He wouldn't have come to Dru, wouldn't have found Samara. Damien wouldn't have found him. Or he might've. But he'd have Angel and Robin and Illyria and Faith… Not only Drusilla and Samara. He wondered if they'd all go back to that, or any of them at all. He wanted to keep going, keep fighting the good fight. But what about Samara and Drusilla? And Rider, what about Rider? Bronwyn Rider was a vampire without a soul. She had no conscience, or any way to know how to do something right. Spike laughed. Hey, maybe he'd be her Jimminy Cricket.
He walked downstairs, hungry for his blood. When he got down, he saw Aidan, Samara and Rider all in the kitchen, just talking, watching the T.V. Normal stuff, like they weren't a household full of vampires and a psychic girl.
"Morning," He said, walking over to the frigde to get his flask full of blood.
"Good morning," Samara greeted him, smiling slightly. She'd gotten so much happier since the day she'd come to them, it was almost unbelievable. When she was still a ghost, Spike was sure she'd just fix that death glare on him if he said good morning at seven o' clock at night. He poured the blood into a mug and put it in the microwave. When it was done, he added a little Wheatabix and suger in and drank it down quickly.
"So, what are you watching?" He asked, sitting down beside Samara.
"Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone,"
Aidan left the day after that. He didn't want to stay with them anymore. Samara had tried to kill him, tried to possess him… And Rider just reminded him of Damien. None of those memories were pleasant and he didn't want to relieve them. Rider let him have her bike, said she wouldn't be needing it anymore. A few days later, when Annie came by for Aidan, she was furious. How could he have left without telling her? But she looked for him and she found him.