When Fred kissed him and told him they could wait until morning to start researching, Wesley found himself nodding. He looked down at the scroll in his hand as she said something about going to upstairs to check the guest bedrooms. When she mentioned Buffy sharing a room with one them, however, he brought his head up sharply and felt a blush rushing through him.
"I...I, er...I should put this away in the safe," he mumbled as she went upstairs. He had just opened the safe in the office when Buffy starting speaking to him, causing him to feel more heat rising through him. It was hard enough to believe that one woman wanted him. Two was just...amazing.
Shutting the safe once the scroll was safely inside, he turned to her. "I...I like you too, Buffy. I know that we didn't--."
Before he could finish, the light suddenly went off, causing Wesley to immediately reach for the gun in his desk. He had dealt with Wolfram and Hart enough not to trust that this wasn't something they were doing until Fred came downstairs, noting that most of the city was out.
Then she made her suggestion.
"Erm...uh..." he said, sticking the gun in the waistband of his trouser and reaching for a torch from the desk drawer. "I supposed that would be all right. I mean...if you both would like to stay with me, you can...in my room." Mentally, he kicked himself for sounding like such a git.
"Let me make sure the main doors are locked," he said, crossing the lobby. He managed to trip on the first step and stumbled a bit. Catching himself, he cursed under his breath. "Smooth, Pryce. Smooth."
He quickly locked the doors and then turned around, actually glad that it was dark so the girls couldn't see just how embarrassed he was by all this.
"Guess we should head up? Sooner we're...erm...situated, the better, I think," he said.
When Wes tripped on the step, Buffy and Fred glanced at each other. Neither of them would laugh at him and both made sure he was okay. Once he had the doors locked, Buffy nodded. "We should. I have no way of knowing where anything is and I so don't want to break my neck on something," she said.
"I'll help you," Fred said as she reached over and took Buffy's hand. "Lead the way, Wesley."
The two of them followed Wesley up the stairs, Buffy making sure not to trip on anything. When they got to the top, Fred released Buffy's hand and pulled open a maintenance closet. She pulled out three lanterns and handed one to Buffy as they waited for Wes to get his bedroom door open.
When it was opened, Buffy and Fred walked in and sat the lanterns down. Fred lit them and they filled the room with a soft glow. Buffy thought it looked really beautiful and the glow made Wes look handsome and Fred look beautiful. With a smile, she went over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.
"I don't think you're gonna need this, sweetie," Fred said as she walked over to Wes and pulled the gun from his waistband. She walked over to the nightstand and placed it inside of the drawer before going over to him again. Leaning up, she started to kiss him and Buffy watched as she felt herself start to throb. They were so beautiful together.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Buffy asked when they broke the kiss. Fred giggled and motioned for Buffy to join them.
She stood from the bed and walked over to them. Buffy wanted to be with the both of them but didn't want to push anything. "This is okay with the both of you?" she asked as she looked at the both of them. "I-I've never done this before so I might be big on the sucking."
Wesley was glad that the girls didn't seem to think he was a total prat. Carefully, he led them up the stairs, trying not to stumble over anything in the darkness. Last thing he needed to go was take all of them down at the same time.
He was glad when Fred got out several more laterns from the closet and they made it the rest of the way to his bedroom unscathed. Finally, they had light, and they were relatively safe for the rest of the night. He was setting the torch he was holding on the chest of drawers when he felt Fred reach to his waistband and pull out his gun. He swallowed a bit.
"Yes, well--." Before he could finish, Fred was kissing him, and with a groan, Wesley wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She felt so wonderful in his arms.
When they finally parted, he looked over at Buffy, reaching out to her when she joined them. "It's okay, Buffy," he told her softly. "I know I haven't been in the sort of position myself either. At least not with two beautiful women."
Fred smiled and shook her head. "I haven't done anything like this either, so I think that we're going to be figuring this out as we go along." Leaning over, Fred brought her lips to Buffy's, kissing her deeply as she continued to hold onto Wesley, who groaned softly at the sight of them together.
Moving around behind Buffy so she was effectively sandwiched between them, he reached up with his free hand to brush her hair aside and leaned down, kissing her shoulder at the base of her neck. His hand ran down her arm and around her side to splay across her abdomen. She was so small and slender, yet he knew just how much power she held in her body. In fact, both of these women were probably the strongest women he had ever known - Buffy as a Slayer, Fred as a Survivor.
And he was with both of them.
When Fred and Buffy's kiss finally broke, Fred nudged Buffy to look back at him, and when she did, he sought out her lips for a kiss, groaning as their tongues slid together. He could feel himself stirring and prayed that if this did go farther tonight that he still had those condoms in his drawer. But even if it didn't, he knew that right then, he was the luckiest bloke in the whole world.
Buffy still didn't know what was going to happen but she knew she wasn't alone and all three of them would learn together. But, before she could think any further about it, Fred was kissing. She returned the kiss, moaning at the feel of Fred's soft tongue sliding over her own. And she groaned even louder when Wesley pressed up behind her.
When the kiss ended, Buffy looked Fred for a moment before the other woman gently turned her head. When Wes started to kiss her, Buffy felt Fred turn her around so she was facing Wes. She didn't know what Fred was up to until she felt the other woman's hand slip around her waist and unbutton her jeans.
Breaking her kiss with Wesley, Buffy looked over her shoulder at Fred. Fred gave her a small smile before she went back to undressing her.
"I want to watch the two of you together," Fred murmured as she pulled Buffy's shirt over her head.
Buffy blushed at that and looked up at Wesley.
Soon, Buffy was completely naked and Fred's hands were roaming over her body. When she cupped her breasts, Buffy let out a soft groan. She felt a little self-conscious about being the only one without clothing, though.
"Don't you think she's beautiful, Wesley?" Fred asked as she moved around Buffy. She then turned and looked at the Slayer. "Why don't you go find a condom while I get Wesley ready for you."
Buffy dumbly nodded and walked across the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the drawer of the bedside table out. She rummaged around and finally found a few at the bottom. After checking the date, she looked over at Fred and Wesley, enthralled as Fred started to take off Wesley's clothes.
"Found some," she murmured as she continued to watch them, her body starting to throb.
When Fred said she wanted to see Buffy and him together, Wesley swallowed, feeling his cock throb. There was something quite stirring about actually hearing the words, knowing that this was indeed what they all wanted. He looked down at Buffy, seeing the flush on her body.
"It'll be all right," he told her with a gentle smile, leaning over to kiss her again as Fred finished undressing her. When they parted, he nodded at Fred's remark. "Undeniably beautiful, yes."
He wanted to touch her, run his hands over that soft skin, feel her breasts in his hand, but instead, Fred told her to find a condom while she undressed him. Turning to Fred, he groaned, feeling himself hardening more as she pulled his shirt off, her hand running over his chest.
"Fred," he groaned softly, reaching up to cup her face. He wanted to undress her as well, but when his hand began moving down, she shook her head no and gently batted it away. "You first."
She placed a kiss on his chest before undoing his belt and trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. Wesley hissed when the material ran over his erection, allowing it to spring free. Once he had stepped out of the rest of his clothes, he looked over at Buffy, seeing her watching them. He held out his hand to take hers and pulled her over, giving her a kiss.
"I think someone's wearing too many clothes herself," he told her with a smirk. "Why don't we make her more comfortable first, then I want all of you."
Reaching back for Fred, he grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled up, wanting to see all of her as well.
Buffy continued to sit on the bed and watched Fred undress Wesley. The condom was gripped in her hand and she just stared. She'd imagined a few times what it would be like to be with Wesley like this but reality was so different. Seeing him completely naked, his cock hard, made her groan a little.
When he took her hand, Buffy stood and dumbly nodded, her hand still wrapped around the condom. She looked down at it and tossed it to the bed before standing behind Fred. After Wesley had taken off her shirt, Buffy started to run her fingers down her back.
"Buffy..." Fred whispered. "You don't--."
It was too late and Buffy's fingers ran over the scars of Fred's lower back. "Fred? What are these? What happened?" she asked, her fingers tracing over them.
"P-Pylea," was all she said.
The woman in Buffy wanted to grab Fred and hold her tight, while the Slayer in her wanted to go to Pylea and kill all the demons there. Buffy knew Fred wouldn't want to be coddled so she promised herself no one would hurt either of them again. If they tried, she would kill them.
"You're still beautiful," she whispered as she lowered herself to her knees. She softly kissed the scars, smiling when she heard Fred moan. Reaching around, she undid Fred's jeans and pulled them down with her panties. And once Fred stepped out of them, Buffy stood in between them and smiled. "Both of you are beautiful."
Fred stepped away from them and picked up the condom. When she stepped over again, she tore the package open and started to unroll it over Wesley's cock as Buffy watched. They were really going to do this.
Wesley knew that Fred must have suffered quite a lot on Pylea, given the state she had been in when she had come back. But he had no idea... Oh, how strong she was. As strong as Buffy in so many ways.
He was a very lucky man to have two such amazing women, here with him.
Reaching out, he cupped Fred's face and kissed her as Buffy kissed her back and began pulled her jeans and panties down. "She's right - you're gorgeous, love. Absolutely beautiful."
He glanced over at Buffy when she said that he was beautiful too, flushing a bit at that. He had never thought of himself as such, but he supposed he shouldn't protest if these two were going to tell him that.
Fred then put the condom on him, causing him to groan and close his eyes, fighting hard to keep control. He didn't want this over before they even had a chance to start. When she finished, he took several deep breaths before opening his eyes again and reaching over to Buffy, taking her hand and drawing her over to the bed. He sat down and moved back to lie down before urging her to straddle him.
"You should be on top," he told her with a smile, leaning up to kiss her deeply before taking hold of her hips to help her slide down onto his cock.
Buffy watched as Fred slipped the condom on Wes. She wondered what it felt like to touch him but decided she would know soon enough. Especially when he took her hand and led her to the bed. She watched him lie down and nodded at his request.
She straddled Wesley's upper thighs and looked over as Fred slipped on the bed beside them. She leaned over and softly kissed Fred before sliding up and over Wesley's cock. She shuddered as he took her hips and lowered her down. A gasp escaped her mouth as he filled her up.
"Oh god," Buffy murmured. He felt so good inside of her.
She slowly started to move, her eyes closed. Suddenly she felt Fred's mouth on one of her nipples and opened her eyes. She then gasped when Fred reached down and started to rub her clit. It was almost too much.
Reaching down, she took Wesley's hand and placed it on Fred's clit, wanting Fred to come with them. After releasing his hand, she started to move faster on him, using her Slayer powers to keep her balance.
Buffy couldn't believe she was with both Wesley and Fred. It was like a dream but she knew it was real. She could feel Wes' cock inside of her and feel Fred's fingers against her clit. It was perfect. They were perfect.
When she started to skate the edge, Buffy tried to make it last but she couldn't. "Gonna...god...come," she pushed out just as everything inside of her exploded and she came hard around Wesley's cock.
As Buffy sank down on him, taking his cock inside her, Wesley hissed in pleasure. Oh god, she was tight and warm and felt amazing. As she started to move on him, he was also highly aware of Fred's closeness, especially as she leaned over him to tease Buffy's breast. Part of him couldn't believe that this was happening, that he was actually with both Fred and Buffy, knowing how certain people would have reacted if they knew, while the other part of him reveled in it.
His hand was trailing up the outside of Fred's thigh when he felt Buffy take it and place it at Fred's core. Understanding, he began rubbing her clit while Buffy continued her movement, faster and harder, causing him to groan. He could here Fred whimpering, her hips bucking as his fingers teased her, sliding over the slick button of nerves.
"So beautiful," he murmured, wanting to always remember the picture above him - blonde and brunette, both writhing in pleasure, both with him. "Oh God, so beautiful."
Soon, he could feel Buffy beginning to tighten around him, and he knew that once she went, he wouldn't last much longer himself. He wanted Fred to come as well, so he pressed harder. When Buffy came, clenching around him, it brought on his own release in short course, causing him to grunt as he twitched within her.
"Wes--Buf..." Fred stuttered just a second later before she let out a soft cry. He could feel her coming against his hand as she held onto Buffy, her arms wrapped around her tightly. "Ohh...oh woah..."
"Woah indeed," Wesley murmured as slowly he began to feel his body settle, still buried deep in Buffy. He caressed his hand around to Fred's back, touching her gently as his other went up to Buffy's cheek. "Are you both...are you all right?"
Hearing Fred and Wesley both cry out as they came made Buffy shudder even more. She had never experienced anything like this before and it was wonderful. She wanted to explore so much with the two of them. And, at Wes' question, she nodded. "I'm great," she said with a grin.
"Me too," Fred said, lying down on one side of Wesley.
Buffy carefully removed herself from Wesley, knowing they needed to take care of the condom. As she was slipping off him, she suddenly remembered something and blushed. "I'm on the pill, by the way. I just...kinda forgot with all the...excitement," she sheepishly said.
Reaching down, she unrolled the condom and Fred got a tissue to clean him up. Once the condom was in the trash can, Buffy curled up on the other side of Wes. She then giggled a little. "Men all over the world has dreamed of being with two girls," she said before giggles.
Soon Fred was giggling too and Buffy grinned. "God, I love the both of you so much," she muttered before realizing what she was saying. She had always liked and cared about Wes and Fred...Buffy just knew she loved the both of them.
"I love you both, too," Fred whispered as she ran her fingers over Wesley's chest and leaned over to kiss Buffy.
For the first time in weeks, Buffy felt content and safe.
Wesley smiled when both Buffy and Fred they were all right. He never wanted either of them hurt, and he swore to himself that while he knew that they were more than capable of taking care of themselves, he would be there for them, no matter what. And he promised that he would never do anything to hurt them either.
Letting out a soft groan as Buffy slipped off him, he sat up slightly, chuckling when she suddenly remembered she was on birth control. Better safe than sorry, but the idea that he could be in either one of them without a barrier was quite a turn-on. Once the condom was dispensed with and he was cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around both of them, resting back against the pillow.
"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind," he told them when Buffy mentioned that he was doing what most men only fantasized about. "I know how lucky I am right now. I'd say the luckiest man in the world, actually."
He had just kissed Fred's temple when he realized what Buffy had said and looked over at her, his heart pounding. She had...and then Fred said... He closed his eyes for a moment in amazement.
"Definitely the luckiest man in the world," he whispered. "I love you both too. You're the most amazing women I've ever known."
Buffy smiled at Wesley's words and moved closer to him. It'd been too long since she had felt this safe. After fighting with Glory for so long and after watching Giles die, this was what she needed. She never wanted to feel lost again, and she had a feeling Fred and Wesley would make sure of that.
"Something wrong, Buffy?" Fred asked.
She lifted her head up and smiled. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have the both of you," she said. "After fighting for so long and then losing Giles...it almost felt like the fight was for nothing and--."
"You have us now," Fred said, reaching over to softly caress her arm. "You'll always have us."
Buffy smiled and decided to change the subject. "Think Wes is ready for round two?" she asked, looking at Fred. "I mean, he is a Watcher and they're supposed to be prepared for anything." She winked at Wes so he knew she was only teasing him.
"I-I don't know," Fred said, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I haven't been with anyone since before...since before Pylea." She looked down and shrugged a little. "I'm probably not as good as you."
Buffy snorted. "Like I'm an expert! First guy I slept with went evil and killed my best friend's goldfish!" She looked over at Fred and squeezed her hand. "It'll be fine, sweetie." She then adjusted herself and started to kiss down Wesley's stomach and toward his cock. When she got to it, she softly kissed and licked it.
Wesley agreed with Fred's words to Buffy - no matter what happened, she'd always have them, and they'd always have each other. He knew how difficult it was to find someone who understood what it was like to live the life they did. Finding two was even more of a blessing, and he was going to hold on to both of them as tightly as he could. He could see in Fred's eyes that she would too.
When Buffy then asked if he was ready for another go, he raised his eyebrows in amusement then looked over at Fred, seeing she was a bit nervous. Reaching out, he gently caressed his fingers over her temple. "I won't hurt you, love," he promised. "I'll take it slow, I promise."
He kissed her softly just as Buffy began kissing him, moving down his torso, causing him to groan softly. When she reached his cock, he hissed, feeling himself beginning to stir and harden. Oh, lord, the things these women did to him. Before long, he was erect and wanting.
"Fred, condom," he said in a low voice. She nodded and went into the nightstand, finding another one, which he took and put on himself, knowing that if one of them did it, he'd find it very different to control himself. Once he was sheathed, he shifted onto his knees and helped Fred to lay on her back, moving in between her legs.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he told her, taking hold of her hips and slowly pushing into her. She was so tight, so he let her adjust before moving more deeply into her until he was in her to the hilt. "Oh god, Fred..."
"Goo--good," she moaned. Looking up at Buffy, she ran her hand up her arm before pulling her down for a kiss. "Want...want to taste you."
Buffy continued to kiss and lick Wesley, moaning when he started to harden. Knowing she was the one causing him to be this way turned her own and she could feel herself start to throb with want and need. And, when Wesley told Fred to get a condom, Buffy pulled back and watched the two of them.
She loved them so much and she was looking forward to watching them together.
As Wesley started to push inside of Fred, Buffy reached down and started to softly caress Fred's face. "Just relax," she whispered. "He won't hurt you."
When Wesley started to move inside of Fred, Buffy found herself being pulled down for a kiss. She returned it and groaned when Fred said she wanted to taste her. She had never had anyone do that to her before and the thought made her throb even more.
Moving closer to Fred, she hissed when the other woman turned her head to the side and licked up her wet folds. Buffy knew it might be a little easier if she were to straddle Fred's mouth but Buffy figured Wesley wanted to be able to see her face so he would know if he was hurting her.
"Fred," she groaned as her tongue found her clit. She reached down and started to toy with Fred's nipples. She then looked down and watched as Wesley's cock slipped in and out of Fred.
It was too much. All of it - the sounds both of them were making, watching Wesley make love to Fred and Fred's tongue on her clit - and Buffy knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Her body started to shudder and she reached out to grab Wesley's shoulder.
"Oh, god, Fred!" she cried out, coming hard on her tongue.
Just then, Fred cried out in pleasure, too, and Buffy looked over and watched as Fred came. It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen.
Wesley kept his thrusts short and slow to begin with, knowing that since it had been so long, he needed to gentle. But as he felt her opening up to him, he began lengthening them, going a bit deeper with each movement. He could see how it affected Fred, the way her body moved against him.
Then Buffy moved up so Fred could taste her, and he thought he had never seen such a beautiful sight. This had to be the most unbelievable night of his life, and he knew that there would be more.
Groaning, he felt himself beginning to tighten up as he sped up his thrusts, pulling Fred's leg up a little bit more to open her up. He was getting close, just as Buffy cried out. The sight of her trembling, followed by Fred as she spasmed around him, pushed him over, and a moment later, white light exploded behind his eyes. He twitched in release inside Fred as he collapsed slightly into a leaning position over her, grabbing the bed to keep from falling over completely on top of her.
"Taste nice," Fred murmured softly, her hand running over Buffy's skin. Wesley looked at her then leaned down and kissed her deeply.
"Hmmm. I agree," he said as he turned to Buffy and kissed her too before pulling out of Fred so he could dispose of the condom. Once he had, he gently caressed a finger along the curve of Fred's breast. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Buffy took a few breaths and finally settled down a bit. She watched as Wesley pulled out of Fred and took off the condom. Lying down next to Fred, she ran her fingers over the other woman's skin as Wes asked his question.
"A little sore but good. No...better than good - I'm great," she said with a soft smile. "And tired. Think we can sleep now?"
Buffy laughed a little. Truth be told, she was tired also. It'd been a long day and all she wanted to do is curl up and sleep. "I think sleep sounds of the good," she agreed.
With Fred's help, they put Wesley in the middle of the bed so they could lie on either side of him. Buffy laid down and snuggled against him as Fred did the same on the other side.
"Goodnight Wes and Fred. I love you both," Buffy said as her eyes started to get heavy. "I'll see you in the morning."
It wasn't long before Fred fell asleep, her head pillowed against Wesley, her hand resting on Buffy's on his stomach. It had been a long time since she had shared a bed with anyone. Angel had stayed with her in her cave in Pylea, and she had slept in a bunkhouse with other slaves before she had escaped, but it hadn't been the same. In the bunkhouse, she had hardly ever slept, too scared that if she did someone would grab her. And she hadn't slept the night Angel had stayed in her cave either, watching him, making sure he didn't hurt himself or her.
This was the first time in a long time she had felt safe enough to sleep with others. She loved the two people in the bed, knew they wouldn't hurt her, knew they would protect her the way she would protect them.
It felt unbelievably nice.
When morning came, she found herself waking up when Wesley shifted just slightly next to her and opened her eyes, raising her head. He and Buffy looked so peaceful, lying there together. She wanted to kiss them but didn't want to wake them, so instead, she just watched them.
"Fred, love, you're leaning against the funny bone in my elbow," Wesley murmured.
"You're awake!" she exclaimed softly, moving a bit so he could stretch out his arm.
"Have been for a while but didn't want to disturb you and Buffy since you two still seemed to be sleeping." He opened his eyes and gave her a smile. "Good morning."
"Morning," she said before leaning over to kiss him.
Buffy could hear Fred and Wesley talking, and trying to be quiet. She smirked a little, thinking how adorable they were. Cracking an eyes open, she looked over at them and snorted. "You two need to learn how to whisper better," she said as she looked over at them. "But, good morning."
Leaning over, she softly kissed Fred and then kissed Wesley. Laying back, she stretched out and looked at the ceiling. She was a creature of habit and every morning she took a shower once she was up. "I need a shower, but I left my clothes in the Jeep," she said before glancing over at them. "Maybe we can take a shower together and then go out for something to eat?"
"Sounds wonderful," Fred murmured.
Buffy kissed both of them again before slipping out of the bed. She quickly pulled her jeans and shirt on before leaving the room. Buffy was at the bottom of the steps when she realized someone was in the lobby.
"Oh, it's the Slayer."
Buffy stared at the vampire. Angel had killed her. She was dust. She shouldn't be sitting there. Her Slayer side kicked in and she grabbed the stake out of her pocket. "Wes! Fred!" she yelled before she lunged herself at Darla.
"Sorry. Need to remember that Slayer hearing," Wesley said with a soft chuckle before returning Buffy's kiss.
The idea of a shower with both women sounded delightful, so as Buffy got dressed and left the room, he and Fred got up as well. The power was back one which was good to see. While Fred slipped out to go down to her room and get a few things, he pulled on pair of trackpants and a t-shirt, intending to go downstairs and check the office. He wanted to make sure the telephone system was working correctly and that none of the breakers had popped due to the blackout.
He was just walked down to the staircase when he heard Buffy's yelling for him and Fred. Breaking into a run, he practically jumped down the stairs, reaching the lobby in time to see Buffy fighting...
And was she...?
"Buffy! Buffy, stop!" he yelled as Fred came running down the steps to see what the commotion was. He got over to them, putting his hand over Buffy's and wedging himself so she couldn't get a good swing at her. "Stop."
He got them apart and turned around to see Darla backing up. She didn't seem intent on attacking any of them, instead putting her hands on her hips as she looked at them.
"Yes, it is what you think it is," she said. "I'm pregnant. Angel's going to be a Daddy."
Buffy noticed Darla wasn't fighting back, which was going to make killing her much easier. She still didn't understand why Darla was there but at the moment she didn't care. Darla was a dangerous vampire and she wasn't going to hurt Wes or Fred.
But before she could stake Darla, Wes was there, pulling her away. "Wes," she said, trying to get out of his grip. She didn't want to be upset with him but he didn't seem to understand how dangerous Darla was. He hadn't had any experience with her, Buffy was sure of it.
"Wes! Don't ever do that again! I could've hurt and you Darla is...." She turned as the vampire started to speak and she saw her stomach. "Pregnant?"
"How can Angel be the daddy? He's a vampire," Fred said as she came to stand by Buffy.
"Darla's a vampire too. How is she even here? Angel staked her when I first went to Sunnydale," Buffy explained.
"She's right but Wolfram and Hart raised me from the dead as a human. Drusilla turned me. I fucked Angel and here I cam. And nothing I do can get rid of this...thing," Darla said in a bored voice.
"Well, Angel's not here," Fred said.
"I know. I found him already and he's...not Angel anymore. It seems my dear boy Angelus has returned," Darla said with a grin. "Too bad he tried to kill me and I had to run here."
Wesley knew that putting himself between a vampire and Slayer was dumb, but it was the only thing he could think to do. Especially since he had never seen anything like this before in his life. A pregnant vampire. Two vampires had conceived a child. At least, he hoped it was a child.
It wasn't possible. They were...dead. Undead. Not living at any rate.
He was about to explain to Buffy what had happened when Darla did so instead, telling her how Wolfram and Hart had raised her, how she and Angel had been together. That was something Angel had never mentioned. He understood why, of course, all things considered, but still. And she couldn't get rid of the baby? Which meant something wanted to make sure it was born...
"Angelus?" he said, Darla's comment drawing him from his thoughts. "He's--how?"
"How would I know? He was already back when I found him." Darla's voice had a wistful quality to it. Obviously, if it hadn't been for her...condition, things would have been much different, Wesley was sure.
"He tried to kill you because of--."
"His little bastard? Yes. Dear Boy doesn't love babies. He eats them." She sighed again. "I had nowhere else to go, so here I am. You...three...are the only ones besides Angel who can help figured out what...this is and why I have to be the one carrying it."
"I'm confused," Buffy heard Fred say. "Who is this anyway?"
"Angelus' Sire. They were together for over a century," Buffy said rolling her eyes. When Darla said Angelus was back, her chest tightened. She could vividly remember all the things Angelus did to all of them in Sunnydale. "He didn't follow you, did he?"
"No," Darla said as she carefully sat down on the couch.
"Who's Angelus?" Fred asked.
"He's Angel without a soul. He'll stalk and kill you if he could," Buffy murmured as she looked around the hotel. She then stepped forward and pressed on Darla's stomach. She had to make sure it wasn't fake and all of it wasn't a trap.
"Do that again and I'll tear your head off," Darla growled as she slapped Buffy's hand away.
"How did this happen? Vampires have dead...seed," Buffy said as she looked over at Wesley.
"I would love to know that too," Darla said in a bored voice.
Fred stepped forward and looked at Darla before looking back at Buffy and Wesley. "Maybe we should figure out a way to see if it's even human," she suggested.