Today is the big day for Italy. I already voted and I hope that my choice will be the right one for the future of my country. I hope we can free ourselves especially from him, the Evil Dwarf. Fingers crossed, people! >*<

I'm posting another chapter of The Queen. As always thanks to   slaymesoftly




20. Surprise





The cemetery was so dark that Buffy barely saw the shape of the demon she was chasing. Her team was busy fighting a vampire clan, and she had to run alone after the fugitive. With broken boots.

Jumping from tombstone to tombstone, the Slayer almost reached the enemy. The mysterious demon was holding an amphora – Buffy’s primary target. The Slayer threw herself against him to take the precious jar. The demon cursed her name and she silenced him with her fists.

“You like to run, huh?” she muttered punching him in the chest.

Some greenish blood splashed on her shirt and face. The demon collapsed on the ground. Buffy wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Mission accomplished, ma’am,” a girl said behind her.

“Do we have everything?”

“Everything we need,”

“Awesome. I just need a new pair of boots.”






Finally back at the Centre, Buffy rushed into her bathroom.

The demon’s blood was burning on her skin and she was panting from the pain. The Slayer quickly took off her clothes and tried to wipe her skin with some hot water. Strangely her abdomen seemed to be dry and soft as after a bath. In any case Buffy took a shower.

In the car she felt again a painful burning sensation on her skin and she asked her driver to stop next to a library. She got out of the car and went to the mystical section to search for a demonology volume. She spotted the image of the demon and read the description carefully.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

A couple of students silenced her with their glares. The Slayer forced an embarrassed smile and continued to read.

“Oh. My. God.” She murmured, touching her belly.

She ran back home.

Finally in her house, the Slayer tried to count the days since her last period. She missed the count a couple of times. She wasn’t really counting carefully these days because with Spike there was no reason to being worried about missing periods. She held her breath and looked at the red spot on her calendar. If she was right – and after the tenth time she was pretty sure of her impression – she was in her fertile period.

“Oh God,” she whispered in amazement.

Among the side effects of temporary contact with Kiji’s blood, there was the power to make woman capable of procreating with demons. Even with vampires.

Buffy tried to consider the incredible chance she had; she could get pregnant.

“It’s incredible,” she whispered to herself. “It’s incredible!”

She touched her belly and tried a little exercise of imagination.

She laughed.





Spike was lying on their bed reading a book.

Buffy laughed at him and the vampire raised his scarred eyebrow, puzzled.

“What is so funny?” he asked.

Buffy shook her head and closed the door behind her.

“Nothing,” she replied smiling.

“You just looked at me and laughed, pet. It’s not so flattering for a man, you know?”

“I know,” she said pulling off the covers and leaning towards him. “It’s just that I thought about what we’ve become. We look like an old married couple and you’re a vampire! You shouldn’t sleep now and you shouldn’t wear cotton pajamas …”

Spike placed the book on the bedside table and caressed Buffy’s legs.

“Do you want me to sleep naked?” he asked. “Like I used to?” he added stroking Buffy’s thighs gently. “I can do that, love. But somehow I doubt that Little Crumb would like the change of habits …”

“Don’t joke!” she said, amused. “I’m just saying that we’ve come a long way. We’ve become a real couple … a real family.”

Spike cocked his head. Buffy’s gaze was bright and open – really persuasive; her hands were travelling under his shirt.

“Oh … I see what you’re doing here.”

Spike grinned and then almost purred when she licked the back of his neck. He switched their positions, dipped his nose in her hair and playfully bit her face.

Buffy laughed again.

“Take it easy,” she said capturing his mouth in a kiss.

Spike managed to pull off her nightie and gently stroked her soft breasts, kissing all the way down to her abdomen.







Buffy woke up a few hours later in her lover’s arms. He was asleep. She silently slipped away and took her robe.

She closed the bedroom door and went into the bathroom. She turned on the light. Next to the sink there was an antique wooden box. Inside it a dark stick full of incomprehensible symbols. Buffy took it.

“Let’s see how this mystic pregnancy thingy works …” she whispered shutting her eyes.

Spike surprised her.

“What are you doing?”