Title: The Devil You Know

Author: Brandi

E-mail: Juno_skywalker@yahoo.com

Archive: Yes. Just let me know where.

Date: 10/3/00

Rated: NC-17 for M/M sex, violence, and some language

Pairings: Jim/Blair & Xander/Spike

Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money off of them. Wish I did.<g> Characters are owned by Pet Fly(Sentinel), WB Network (BtVS), and Sci-Fi (Highlander)

Author's Note: Story is rated as a whole, not in parts. Special thanks to my beta Lyn for doing such a great job for me. <<Hugs>>

Summary: Xander must face his future, Spike must face himself, Blair and Jim must face their fear, and all must stop a serial killer before he claims another victim.

The Devil You Know 1: Dream A Little Dream Of Me
by Brandi


SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA:

Back Alley Of The Bronze 3:29 a.m. :

//They weren't going to make it! Oh God, please don't let this be happening. PLEASE!// That was all Xander could think of as the vampire assassin loomed over him, moving in for the kill. Xander used his hand to search along the ground for anything he could use as a weapon. He knew better than to take his eyes of this killer for a second, even if it meant it would help him locate the stake he had dropped earlier. So here he was, flat on his butt, using one hand to search and the other to help him scoot back further away from the creature that had him on tonight's dinner menu. All the while praying for Buffy, Giles, Willow, anyone who could come in and save him from Mr. Smelly here. Xander's hand touched something wooden and without thinking he snatched it up to use as his last line of defense. His mind raced for some way to make the vampire give him the opening he needed. He was going to show this creep that he was someone who wouldn't go down without a fight!

God, he was so tired. Where the hell was everyone? Xander knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Actually he should be surprised that he had lasted this long but figured Mr. Fangs here was just playing with him. What happened next he would have to figure out later. One moment he was being slammed up against a wall about to have his throat torn out, the next an inhuman battle cry sounded and the vampire assassin was being tackled while he was sliding to the ground.

Sounds of hand to hand combat were the only thing Xander's tired mind registered as he slumped with his eyes closed and his body unwilling to move. However, as much as he wanted his rescuer to fight it out for him, Xander knew the guy didn't stand a chance against the vampire alone. Meaning he had to finish this himself. So Xander ordered his body to gather what little strength he had left for one more try and hoped it would be enough to save himself and his rescuer. Opening his eyes and taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up off the ground and stood with one hand against the wall for support. Xander looked up in time to see his rescuer go down and knew that it was now or never. With a shove off the wall he lunged out with the stake he had found earlier and drove it straight into the vampire's heart via way of its back.

Xander fell to his knees on the dust pile that was once the vampire assassin, his energy now spent. He forced himself to crawl over to his rescuer's side to see if the guy was still alive. With a shaking hand Xander reached out and touched the blonde guy's neck to find a pulse, only to discover there wasn't one. "Oh God!" he sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It was all his fault, he thought, that this man had died to save him. Just as he was about to berate himself for being too late, he heard a low moan. Could he have missed the man's heart beat? My God, the man was alive. ALIVE! Xander thanked the big guy up stairs for this miracle. The man groaned and Xander helped him to a sitting position. " Are you alright, dude?" questioned Xander.

"I've had better days, mate," an accented voice replied.

"Spike!" Xander whispered in shock as he watched Spike turn to face him. Surprised at seeing one of Sunnydale's worst vampires looking at him with those bluer than blue eyes and smiling at him sapped what little strength Xander had left. Staring at Spike, time seemed to stand still and as his world narrowed till he only saw the man before him . . . . he blacked out.

Spike looked at the slayer's favorite pet with an amused grin on his face. This could get interesting, he thought as he watched for the fear to show on the young man's face. When it didn't eventuate Spike's look became one of confusion. He waved his hand in front of the young man's face. Nothing. He snapped his fingers at the kid. Not even a flinch. //Huh! That's gratitude for you,// Spike thought, //try to help a guy and he goes into shock with out so much as a thank you.// Spike sighed as a little voice inside his head chimed in, "Well you did try to kill him and his friends just last week."// Hhhmm, good point,// he thought with a grin. // Might as well .......what was that smell?// Like a dog on a trail, Spike tried to locate the smell only to discover it was coming from the kid. Leaning closer, the smell lead him to locate a wound just behind the boy's right ear that was slowly bleeding and before he even registered the action, Spike licked it. He licked at it repeatedly tasting something in the blood he had never tasted before. Moaning, he grabbed the kid and pulled him to straddle his lap, never losing contact with his little piece of heaven. Spike felt he was losing control of himself and tried desperately to hold on to what was his old self. His head snapped back as if he had been slapped. Panting, he leaned his forehead against the kids wondering if he could stop what was happening to him.

Too late. Spike felt as if he had finally found what he had been looking for all his life. Whatever was happening to him, had started the moment he tasted the young man's blood and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Strangely he didn't want to anymore. What he did want, however, was for the kid to come out of whatever world he had lost himself in. The kid? The kid? What was his name? The kid had to have a name.

Spike tried to remember what the slayer had called him. He kept playing memories over and over in his head searching his mind for the answer. Then like a gentle breeze the answer came. XANDER. His name was Xander. Spike rolled the name over his tongue a couple of times out loud. "Xander. Xander." he whispered the name like it was his salvation. At the sound of his name, the young man blinked and looked at him, but not really seeing him, laid his head on the vampire's shoulder and promptly fell asleep. Spike, sliding the kid off his lap, stood up and lifted the young man into his arms. He carried Xander to the one place the vampire knew he could get help for the young angel that he held not only in his arms, but now in his un-beating heart.


CASCADE, WASHINGTON:
Same day Cascade P.D. 10:34 a.m.:

"Ellison! Sandburg! In my office now!" called Simon. Jim and Blair looked at each other briefly and closed the file they had just finished. Standing the two men walked into the Captain's office, knowing that what ever this was about they weren't going to like it. Things in Cascade had been quiet for the past two months, almost too quiet and both men had a feeling that something had just changed.

"Come in, gentlemen and close the door behind you." Simon puffed at his cigar as he waited for the men to take a seat before he continued.

"I got a call this morning from a old friend of mine, he is the Captain at the 53 rd precinct in Sunnydale, California. He called to see if I could loan him a couple of officers for a serial killer case that is getting out of hand down there. The killer has already clammed the lives of 12 teenagers and has left messages saying he has targeted his next victim."

"Now this isn't an order but I would like to send you two to help." Simon took a deep breath, then pushed on.

" Jim, it would mean a lot to me if you and Sandburg went down there to give them a hand with this. With your sentinel abilities, you could be the only one to take this guy down before he has a chance to get his hands on another kid."

Jim held up his hand. "Simon, save your breath. I can't speak for Sandburg, but you know I'll do it."

Blair's hands moved as he punctuated his words. "Hey man, were you go I go. Count me in, Simon."

Simon smiled at the two men he considered to be his best friends, even though he would never breath a word of that to Blair. "I knew I could count on you two that's why I told Marcus that you're coming. Here are your tickets and the rest of the information you'll need once you get there. And here is the case file Marcus faxed over for the two of you to look at. You leave tomorrow morning, so you can go ahead and leave for the day so you can pack and take care of what ever you need to. Oh, and gentlemen, I would plan to stay a month just in case things take longer than we think."

Nodding, Jim and Blair had started for the door when Simon stopped them one last time, giving them the only clue of things to come. "Gentlemen, one more thing before you go. Even though Sunnydale seems like a nice quite sleepy little town don't let your guard down even for a moment. You two will be walking into a war zone. They don't call the place ‘The Hell Mouth' for nothing."

"We'll keep that in mind, Simon. Thanks for the warning." Jim said.

Simon watched the best detective team he had leave for the elevator that would send them on their way. "Good luck, guys. You're going to need it." Simon whispered and shut his door softly.

852 Prospect Loft 307 11:05 a.m. :

"Hey man do, you know what the weather is going to be like there?" Blair walked out of his room when he spotted his friend out on the balcony gazing out at the harbor. "Jim? Man, are you ok?" Blair walked over to his partner, worried that he had zoned out again.

Just as he was about to check, he was surprised by Jim's quite, statement. "I had a dream last night, Blair."

Uh oh, Blair got the feeling that he wasn't going to like this. " What was it about, Jim?"

Jim turned away from the harbor to look at Blair but then he's gaze turned into one that was like he was stared off into space, remembering. "I was in the jungle running after a black jaguar. It keep looking back at me to see if I was following it and some how I got a sense of urgency, as if it was begging me to hurry. I heard two distant sounds, one was a faint drum beat, the other was like an animal in great pain and badly suffering. We finally reached the front of the Temple of the Jaguars but instead of going up to it like always, we ran around the side of it to a part of it that I have never seen before in my dreams." Jim took in a ragged breath to steady himself for what he was about to say next. "As we reached the back of the temple, I saw a young snow white jaguar with gray spots on the ground, writhing in pain. I reached out to it and eased it into my lap trying to see what was wrong with it. I was stroking its fur when I realized it wasn't fur anymore. It was skin! I looked again and instead of a jaguar, it was a naked kid in my lap, a teenager. He was moaning in pain and kept saying the words, "Too much. Too much." over and over again. I asked him what was too much and a voice with a British accent replied "Everything, mate." I looked up and there was a wolf looking down at me from this platform, by his side crouched down was a blonde haired man.

The guy looked over at me and said, "Everything is too much for him. Lights, voices, spices in his food, even the clothes he wears feels too abrasive. He has been like this off and on for a while now and some of his friends and I seem to be of the only ones able to help him."

I was confused and pissed so I asked, "So why are you just letting him suffer like this now?"

With a shrug, he said, "Because he won't let me, mate. He is afraid of me and with good reason I might add. I haven't, shall we say, been an absolute angel in the past. I have done some pretty nasty things to him and his friends before now so he doesn't trust me. Not that I blame him mind you, I did try to kill him once or twice," he smiled, " Things like that tend to get in the way of listening to someone when they're trying to help, don't you know."

Now I was really confused "So why the sudden change of heart?"

The guy shook his head in frustration. " How the bloody hell should I know, mate? One minute I was going to kill him, the next I was carrying him to a friend to get help for him. I don't understand it and I'm scared as hell at what is happening to me but I am more frightened of what's wrong with him right now. He won't listen to me so maybe he'll listen to you. You and he are the same, I can smell it on the both of you, mate. What ever it is that you are is what he is and like it or not you're going to help him even if I have to make you!" He stood up and jumped down to stand right beside me. He then stooped down so that we were face to face and he said, " Listen, I don't know what to do for him since he won't let me help him. I've changed and I know it's going to take time to gain his trust but time is something we don't have much of anymore. I love him, you can make of that what you will but it's true. He is my soul and I can't survive with out him." He paused, "I don't want to live on without him and if he doesn't get help soon he will be killed."

"I don't know how I know this but your not human are you?" I stared at the man in front of me.

"Not by a bloody long shot, mate." he said with a laugh and his face changed into that of a monster.

"So who or what are you?"I knew I should be afraid but somehow I didn't feel threatened by this creature.

"Well, people call me Spike but I was also called William the Bloody at one time. As for the what, I would think that would be obvious." Spike winked at me and gave a roguish smile. I got a hell of a surprise when I saw the thing's teeth. "My God you're a . . ."

"Vampire, mate. The word you're looking for is vampire." Spike sighed. "And until just recently a very nasty one at that. As I said I'm no angel but I got my humanity back and I've changed a lot. One might say a complete one eighty." the last was said in a self mocking tone and a look of disgust on his inhuman face, but the look quickly left and his face changed to its human like mask. " Well, you know who and what I am so now it's your turn."

I was still reeling from what I had just learned so it took me a second to register the comment. I
swallowed, " Um. . . I'm Detective Jim Ellison of the Cascade P.D. in Washington."

"Ah, a constable are we? Lovely but that still doesn't answer my question mate and our time here is short. So give, what are you and what can I do to help the kid with the pain?" The vampire asked with just a hint of impatience.

"I'm what is called a Sentinel, kind of a tribal watchman or guardian. As for how you can help the kid you'll have to find a book called The Watchmen by Sir Richard Burton, the explorer not the actor. The book was written over a hundred years ago so it may be a little hard to find, but if you really want to help him then help him find his guide, otherwise the kid will suffer until you do." I looked deeply into Spike's azure blue eyes to make sure that the vampire understood the severity of the statement.

"So how do I go about finding this guide fellow?" he asked.

I cocked his head to one side. "Now that I don't know. You'll just have to read the book to find out, I suppose. If my guide were here then he could tell you. He's the one who keeps up with this sort of thing."

The distant drum beat's rhythm grew a little faster and the sound came closer, echoing all around them.

Spike looked up at the sky then back at me. "Times up, mate and I have to go." He stood up and started to leave.

"Spike?" I asked.

The vampire looked back.

"You be careful to watch the kid close. Sentinel's have what is called a zone out, looks like he kind looking off into space but doesn't respond to anything. He could have a zone out at any time and could freeze in the middle of the street and get himself killed. Only the kid's guide will be able to help him control these zone outs, so until you find his guide, you're going to have to watch his back for a while. Both night and DAY!" I put emphasis on the last word.

Spike gave him a cocky grin " I already am, mate. I all ready am." With that the vampire disappeared into thin air. The once distant drum beat became louder and then there was a sudden crash.

Jim blinked a few times and noticed that his guide was no longer at his side but on the couch writing the whole thing down for his notes. He couldn't help himself as he warily grinned at Blair, forever the scientist he thought . Sigh. Might as well finish this off. "When I woke up I realized two things. One, the crash was from you dropping one of the juice glasses" Jim gave Blair a one of his looks and Blair had the decency to duck his head at the comment. "And two, the drum beat was the sound of your heart beating."

Blair looked up from his notes to judge what Jim wasn't telling him. He knew Jim was leaving out something. He didn't know what but it was obviously bothering the older man. "Okay man, so what else did you notice about this dream that was different?"

"You mean beside the 5'9 Billy Idol look alike vampire?" Jim said, sarcasm dripping of the comment like hot butter.

Ok so he's got me there Blair thought. "Yeah, besides that."

Jim thought about it for a moment, then said, "Purple."

Purple? "Huh? Purple what?"

Turning way from his guide, Jim answered, "Everything was in purple, Chief. Normally when I dream about the jungle it's in blue."

"And this is what has you on edge?" Blair asked.

Sighing, Jim turned back to look back at his partner. "No, Chief what has me, as you said ‘On Edge' is the fact that both the kid and Spike are in Sunnydale and before you ask, no he didn't tell me that's where they are. I just know that they're there. That and Spike did say he was going to make me help him with the kid. It's kind of hard to do from a distance so when Simon asked us to go this morning I knew that Spike was behind it."

"So you're saying this vampire is the killer?" As a shiver ran down his spine, Blair wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

"No! He isn't the killer but I would bet the loft and my truck that he is behind us being assigned to this case." Jim walked to the kitchen and got a beer out of the refrigerator. "You want one, Chief?"

Shaking his head, Blair continued "So you're saying . . ." At that moment you could see a light bulb turn on over the younger man's head, "This has nothing to do with him does it? It's the kid you're worried about. You're scared the kid will turn out to be another Alex, aren't you?"

Sitting down hard in the chair, Jim leaned his head back and gazed up at the ceiling. "Got it in one Darwin. What if the kid is another Alex? She . . . ."

Jim swallowed hard. " She almost took you from me. Tried to kill you and me both. How do we know this kid won't succeed where she failed, Chief? She didn't have a guide either and look how she turned out."

Blair got off the couch, walked over to the chair, and kneeled down beside his friend. Placing a reassuring hand on Jim's knee he said softly, "We don't know what this kid will be like but you said that the guy. . . what was his name. . . Spike? That he said that it just started recently and that the kid had friends trying to help him. Right? Alex didn't have that, man. She didn't have anyone so maybe that will be what makes the difference. Maybe the kid has a shot at being someone really great some day. All we can do is try to help and hope for the best, man."

"Ever the optimist aren't you, Sandburg?" Jim looked down into the blue eyes of his best friend and gave him a half smile. I could get lost in those eyes, Jim thought.

Blair's stomach was doing flip flops. Oh God, he's looking at me that way again, Blair thought. It was taking everything he had not to just reach up and kiss Jim within an inch of his life.

Mentally giving himself a shake he stood up and grabbed Jim's hand, giving it a good hard tug. "Come on, Big Guy lets get packed and when we get there we'll just take it one step at a time. And if this kid even exists then we'll help and let the chips fall where they may."

"Got another cliche you want to throw out there, Chief?" Jim asked as he let himself be pulled up out of the chair.

"Yeah. Eat, drink, and be" (SMACK) "Youch!" Blair turned and glared at his sentinel.

Jim just chuckled as he watched his friend try to rub the sting out of his butt. "That was a rhetorical question, Darwin."

Jera's Books and Coffee Shop, Sunnydale the next day
6:30 a.m:

Tapping her foot in time to the beat, Jera did a stand still dance like jiggle as she washed the last
of the dirty dishes in the sink. The radio was playing all of Jera's favorite songs today. She couldn't help but smile at how happy this place always made her feel. The sun was shining brightly through the glass windows of the shop, making the place warm and homey.

Accompanying this sight was the amazing smells of freshly baked danish, muffins, and other delectable goodies filling the air only to blend in with an exotic mixture of coffees and teas from around the world. Everything would be just perfect if a certain blonde.....

(Jingle, Jingle) The ringing of the bell over the back door ringing brought a smile to Jera's face.

"Speak of the devil." Jera said in her soft southern accent.

"And the devil shall appear, luv." Spike said with a warm sexy smile.

Jera dried her hands and turn to admire the handsome Brit as he stepped further into the shop,
dropping a big black leather bag on a near by table.

"True," she returned his sexy smile with one of her own. " Its good to see you again, Spike."

His smile changed to a sad and lonely one. "Yeah? You're the first in a while to think so."

"You know, you look like I need a hug." Spike laughed at his friends antics. Opening her arms wide Jera threw herself into Spike's waiting embrace.

Hugging Spike, tightly Jera continued, "So, what in this world has brought to my shop in daylight hours? Must be something big to risk a Spike flambeau."

Chuckling, Spike loosened his hold on his friend but didn't let go. "That's not so much a problem as it used to be, luv but you're right, it is important. I need a favor, pet. I need you to find a book for me, luv and I needed it yesterday."

Smirking, Jera stepped out of his arms and headed toward her computer on the other side of the shop. "So sweetpea, you have a title, author, or is this just on a particular subject?"

"Actually, pet I have all three. The book is called ‘The Watchmen' it's about something called Sentinels."

Jera started typing the info in. "Hhhmm, sounds interesting. Who's it by?"

"Sir Richard Burton" he read off the paper that he had stuffed in his shirt pocket.

Jera looked up questioningly, "The actor?"

Spike shook his head. "No luv, the explorer. It was written over a hundred years ago." He walked around the counter to join her and read over her shoulder.

She laughed. "Kind of like our life history."

Jera said as she nudged him, which brought a mischievous smile to his face. Wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, Spike watched as information flashed on the screen at an alarming rate. As they searched the two began to sway in time to the music still being played in the shop. They moved as one in fluid motion for about ten minutes before Jera stopped and her hands flew over the key board.

"I found three copies but they're expensive, sugar. You still want one?" She looked over her
shoulder at him.

Spike seemed to consider it for a moment. "Can you get all three for me, luv? I need at least one copy but would like to have the extras just in case."

Turning from her computer within his arms, Jera placed a sweet chaste kiss on his lips. "You want `em, you got `em, sweetheart," she replied sassily. With a wink, she reached out, grabbing the phone she dialed the number displayed on her computer screen. Waiting while the person on the other end went in search of the books, Jera asked " So how did you like my little gift, babe doll?"

Spike laughed, "Only you, Jera would call the GEM OF AMARRA a little gift."

Jera blushed but prompted, "Well?"

"Of course I like your "little" gift, luv." Looking away from her he whispered, "It allows me to protect my heart's desire."

"And I take it so will these books that you are about to pay an obscene amount of money for." she said with a knowing smile.

"Bloody bugger! Am I that easy to read now?" exclaimed Spike.

Jera laughed, "Well, I have known you for over a hundred years, honey bunny. So I do have a bit of a edge on every one else. Even Angel!"

"Remind me again why we ever became friends." Spike said dubiously.

With a wicked grin, Jera stated simply, "We were sixteen, I let you cop a feel." Wiggling her eyebrows, she leered, "And you let me return the favor."

Spike gave a sharp bark of laughter and Jera then turned her attention back to the phone. She made arrangements to have the books brought directly to the store within the hour.

Sunnydale High School 9:12 a.m. :

Spike stood in the hallway just outside the library wondering for the fourth time in the past five minutes why on earth he was doing this now instead of coming at night. Sighing, he figured he was here now and might as well get it over with. Armed with coffee, baked goods, and one of the three books he has acquired at Jera's shop, he braced himself for the battle ahead. ‘This was going to be fun . . . NOT!' he thought.

Straightening up to his full height and putting on a mask of arrogance, Spike walked right in as if he owned the place, like he did this all the time. Spike had always had a way of getting people's attention when making an entrance and now looked to be no different if the sudden stop in conversation and shocked looks were any indication. ‘Hale! Hale! The gang is all here. Well, most of them.' Looking around but not spotting who he had came to see, he tried to remember everyone's names. Standing there, knowing that timing was everything, he waited to see who recovered first, Willow, her boyfriend Oz, rich bitch Cordelia, fellow vampire Angel, the slayer Buffy, or his Xander. Spike had to fight the warm smile that threatened to break free of the mask he had erected, at the sight of the curious expression on his beloved's face. Of course Spike just knew it was going to be his sire that broke the silence and wasn't at all surprised at Angel's warm. . . . ahem . . . .welcome.

"Why the hell are you here, Spike?" Angel was in Spike's face in an instant.

Giving them his best wounded bird look he answered.

"Well, that's a fine how do you do! And here I brought breakfast and everything."

"What do you want, Spike?" Buffy snarled at him.

Making a tisking sound as he walked by, he ignored the dynamic duo and went to set his things down on the table, handed out most of the coffees and caramel eclairs.

Putting a restraining hand on Buffy's shoulder to keep her from attacking Spike, Angel said "What ever it is your going to say or do, Spike just be done with it and go."

Spike realized he better get to the point of his visit before the Slayer decided to use him for target practice.

Jera's parting words echoed in his ears, "Now listen sweet cheeks . The best thing for you to do right now is to just take a bite of eclair, a gulp of your coffee, take a breath, drop your little bombshell, and make a run for it, sugar. Other wise when the Slayer is through with you whatever's left of you can be found in a dust pan." Simple, blunt, and to the point that was his Jera for you.

"Well since you asked so sweetly, Peaches I'll tell you." Spike felt a sliver of satisfaction as he watched Angel wince at Spike's pet name for him. Taking a coffee and a eclair for himself, book still firmly in his right hand, Spike sat down at the table next to Xander and continued, "Not that it any of your business, Slayer but I came to see your guide. To help someone in need, so to speak. Call it my good deed for the decade if you will. Ah Giles perfect timing."

The others turned to see the librarian who, they noticed, was unsurprised to see the vampire sitting at the table nibbling on a pastry and sipping coffee. "I apologize for my tardiness. I trust that since your here you located the book that you spoke of over the phone this morning."

Nodding in the direction of what was left of his peace offering, Spike asked "Want one?"

Giles polished exterior wavered for a minute, "Jera's?" he asked almost hopefully.

"Nothing but the best, mate." Spike replied, which earned him a smile from Giles. Well, as mush as the stuffy librarian was willing to bestow on him anyway.

Spike watched as Giles snagged his share of the goodies on the table and waited for him to pass the table before getting up to follow him into the office.

‘Maybe he was actually going to get through this without giving into temptation and grabbing Xander to take him somewhere so they could boff like a couple of bunnies for. . . .oh say the rest of their lives.

Hhhmm now there's an image a bloke could use to keep him warm on a cold night.' Spike thought.

Somewhere in Sunnydale 2:30 a. m. next morning:

Cool hands brushed up his back in small comforting circles. His lover whispering his name softly in his ear. Nibbling, caressing, licking him all over his body, slowly driving him mad. His lover turning him over on his back. The blonde was straddling him, slowly rubbing their erections together and building up a wonderful feeling of friction. Moans of pleasure his, his lover's, or both he didn't know. Didn't care anymore. Cool lips brushing against his, lovingly moving in for a quick kiss. And then another. Then the kisses were coming faster, harder, longer, deeper, and growing more urgent. Hands stroking up and down his chest. Playing with his nipples.

Mouth leaving his. His groan of disappointment followed swiftly with a moan of pleasure and his lover's mouth began to bite, lick, and suck his sensitive nipples. He arched off the bed as his lover caressed his balls, the blonde man rolled them with talented hands. His love's mouth started moving south again to stop and lick his navel. Shivering. He couldn't stop shivering with need and pleasure. His lover was now rimming his navel with his tongue. His head thrashing back and forth. His nails digging into his lover's shoulder, he was softly pleading, begging for something he couldn't describe.

Something he didn't understand or know what it was he wanted; only that he wanted it. He needed it. Now! His love was moving further down his body and knew what he was asking for. Mouth engulfing his now leaking member to the root. He was whimpering now as he begged for more. A slick finger entered him, moving within him.

Then another joined its twin, touching something inside of him that nearly sent him over the edge each time they brushed against it. And still he wanted more. Needed his love. Needed to mate. Needed join with his mate. Now! He grabbed his lover, throwing him off of him and onto his stomach. Grabbing his mate's hips, he thrust into the tiny opening with savage force, biting the back of his mate's neck, ripping a scream of pleasure and pain from the man beneath him.

He pounded into his mate hard and fast chanting "Mine! Mine!" his mate crying out for more until he roared out his mate's name as he spilled his seed deep within his blue eyed love, "SSSSSPPPPPPIIIIIIIKKKKKKEE!"

Xander awoke from his dream still calling out his mate's name. Blinking in confusion, his senses were wide open searching for someone who wasn't there. Looking at the clock he groaned at the time, 3:30 a. m.

Across town in Jera's Books and Coffee Shop 3:27 a.m.
:
Sitting on the living room floor of the apartment upstairs, Jera and Spike sat cross legged across from one another in a deep trance. A minute later, their eyes snapped open and they stared at one another for a moment, each trying to calm their heavy breathing.

Easing her hands from his, Jera watched her friend's wicked grin grow. "You know this could be considered a form of. . . ahem . . . invasion of privacy, sugar."

"True, but what he doesn't know won't get me staked," he quipped back.

Laughing, Jera said "You've turned into a dirty old man, Spike! I still can't believe I let you talk me into letting you get in the kid's dream. My God Spike! How old was that kid? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Seventeen and what difference does it make?" he asked.

Jera hooted, "Oh how the mighty have fallen! *Giggle* And for a *gasp* seventeen year old brunette boy who hates your guts." Gasping and holding her sides, Jera fell over and rolled on the floor with laughter.

Spike growled " And WHAT is wrong with that?"

t his tone Jera sobered instantly "You have got to be kidding right?! Putting aside for a moment that you're a vampire and he is a human. Putting aside the fact that you scare the shit out of the poor little lamb just by looking at him. HE'S SIXTEEN! HE IS MORTAL! HE WILL DIE EVENTUALLY! If you make him an immortal like you he'll lose his soul. He won't be the young man you know now." Jera watched as her friend looked away. Her face turning sad, she reached out and touched his arm. "Even if you subtracted a hundred years, honey he would still be a teenager and you would still be too old for him."

Looking her straight in the eye Spike countered, "The heart knows no age, luv." He inhaled
deeply, "You're right about everything but two things, pet. He is seventeen and I'm not exactly a vampire anymore."

Jera searched Spike's eyes and waited for the punch line, but it never came. Eyes widening, Jera noticed for the first time that Spike was warmer than usual. Reaching for the pressure point at the neck, she pressed there to confirm her suspicions. There! Right there at her finger tips she felt it, weak, so slow in beat that it couldn't even be called a pulse really but it was there none the less. A heart beat, one not fast enough for a human and too fast for a vampire. He wasn't a vampire anymore and he wasn't human, but how? When? She had to know and she wasn't going to back down until she got to the bottom of this. " Spike!

What in God's name is going on here and you better talk fast, MISTER!"

"I wish I knew, luv. I wish I knew." Spike said in frustration.

"Do you know when this started?" Jera asked worriedly.

Hesitantly, he spoke, " It started the night I brought him to you for help, luv."

She inhaled sharply, "Ok that's not long. So let me guess, the kid is the key to this change right?" When Spike just nodded at her, she sighed. "Well it's a start.. . . . . And I'm betting it has to do with this Sentinel business too. Ok we'll figure this out, sweetpea." She gave him a quick hug and got up. Walking over to her computer she contacted one of her friends in records via email.

"What are you doing, pet?" Spike pulled himself up off the floor and looked over her shoulder. His jaw nearly hitting the floor, he stammered, "You're asking HIM!"

Shrugging "Well Methos is over five thousand years old, sugar. If anyone would know it would be him." " So now what? We wait? I hate waiting Jera, you know that!"

Chuckling Jera replied "Then what do you say we pay that lovely Constable Jim Ellison a bit of a visit? To welcome to them *snicker* neighborhood so to speak."

Spike's usual wicked grin returned in full force "Well what are you waiting for pet? Get your arse in gear and lets welcome him and his guide proper."

"Would be rude not to and we simply can't have that."

A grin of equal wickedness grew on Jera's mouth to compliment her friends. "And we simply have to bring something for them to eat as a gift. Tradition, you know."

Arching his left scared eyebrow, Spike asked evilly, " Is it now?" And with that the two headed
down stairs to ready said gift for the unsuspecting sentinel and guide.

Durby's Dinner and Hotel 4:05 a.m. :

After giving the guy at the desk a ten spot, Spike and Jera had Detective Ellison's room number and rental car tag number. The two, clad in black except for the red over shirts that were mostly hidden under the ankle length black leather jackets, stealthily made their way to the room.

Keeping watch, Jera played look out while Spike picked the electronic lock. When he tapped on the shoulder, Jera turned and entered the room only to turn to turn back to the door and placed a mat down on the floor. Smiling, Spike mentally read the one word written on the mat. WELCOME. That one word allowed him entrance to any home or hotel room, as the case maybe. Spike crossed the threshold without further ado, looking forward to waking the sleeping sentinel his way. Quietly, Spike closed the door after retrieving the mat and turned to see Jera setting their ‘gift' down. Nodding, Spike put on his ‘game face', then he and Jera moved to the beds to rouse their two sleeping beauties.

Blair was having another one of those dreams where he and Jim were walking naked hand in hand down a long stretch of beach. Jim was talking to him, really talking to him. Telling him about his hopes, his fears, his dreams, telling him that he loved him and couldn't envisage a future without Blair. Jim stopped and pulled Blair to him. Leaning down, he picked Blair
up so that he was eye level and Blair wrapped his legs around Jim's hips. Holding him closer than close Jim kissed him, a kiss that sent a searing white heat to his very soul. It was pure heaven on earth but then there was a growling sound and he knew it wasn't coming from Jim.

When the growl became a stranger's voice, "Wake up......wake up......WAKE UP!"

Blair's eyes snapped open to see the very devil himself looking back at him. "Good morning." it cooed almost happily at him. Blair did what any self respecting anthropologist would do in a situation like this. . . . he screamed bloody murder and fell out of bed.

Jim was having that dream again, the one where he was standing in the bull pen of the precinct and no one was there. Jim called out but no one was there, not one person. He started a room by room search and again came up empty. Frustrated, he turned and headed back to the bull pen and when he got there, the place was full of people. Looking around in confusion, he headed for his desk to sit down. When he got there though, Blair was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. Then the room was silent and Jim looked around again at the sudden quiet. When Jim looked back at his desk, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, sitting at his desk was now a VERY naked Blair Sandburg. Jim watched mesmerized as one of the younger man's legs hooked itself over the arm of his chair, the other remaining propped up on the desk.

Blair leaned back in the chair as far as he would go and just smiled lazily at Jim. Jim looked at his partner from head to toe, pausing for a moment in wonder as he watched the younger man's penis slowly become erect. His eyes shot up to meet Blair's knowing ones and his heart started to try to beat it's way out of his chest. Blair reached out a hand to him beckoning him closer. Of their own free will, Jim found his feet answering the summons and stood before the young man in mere moments. His knees seemed to also have a mind of their own for he was no longer standing before Blair but kneeling before him like he was an altar. Blair's smile was a welcoming one as he stood up in front of Jim. With a sweep of his arm, Blair cleared the desk of everything, lamp, computer and files hitting the floor without a sound. Reaching down he pulled Jim up off the floor and slowly undressed the bigger man, licking and nipping as new skin was revealed. Jim moaned but again there was no sound. Nude, standing there before his mate, Jim watched as Blair pushed him down so his back was flat against the desk. Blair leaned down, just inches from his aching cock and let out a scream. A SCREAM?

Jim bolted straight up in bed and was tackled by someone, the force of the blow knocking him off of the bed to land on top of his attacker. Looking down and seeing Blair was his first surprise that morning but it was hearing the all too familiar sound of male British laughter that made him want to get up and kill something. Growling in the face of his guide, Jim rolled off of Blair and helped him to his feet. After checking to ensure his partner was alright, Jim turned and glared and at the vampire who was now standing up on Blair's bed. Jim's growling grew as he watched him flop down on the bed and bounce off to land feet first like some strange cat.

"Spike!" Jim ground out between clenched teeth.

Still chuckling, Spike replied, "Sorry for the surprise wake up call, constable but it seems I gave your guide there a bit of a fright."

(Part 4...The Lost One)

Durby's Dinner and Hotel 4:30 a.m. :

"Spike!" Jim ground out between clinched teeth.

Still chuckling, Spike replied, "Sorry for the surprise wake up call, constable, but it seems I gave your guide there a bit of a fright."

He didn't look one bit sorry, in Jim's opinion, but he chose to keep it to himself. That didn't mean he wasn't going to keep a close eye on the vampire just in case he tried to pull something. Even when keeping an eye on the blonde man, he still wasn't ready for what he had up his sleeve.

"Spike? So you're the one from Jim's vision!" Blair exclaimed. Getting over his initial shock, he tried to push past Jim to face the blond.

Arching his scared brow at the guide's antics, Spike extended his hand to meet the younger man's but was blocked by the sentinel's body.

"Guilty as charged," the mischievous merriment evident in his voice, "And you must be Blair. I must say, pet, that the constable described you dead on." The latter was accompanied with a leer while nodding his bleached head toward Jim.

Blair looked over at Jim in time to see the older man blush. *Jim just blushed. Jim never blushes. What did he say about me?* Blair filed the question away for a later time.

"Breakfast?" Spike asked as he went to stand by a beautiful green eyed brunette woman. Jim sighed to himself when he realized he had been so focused on Spike he never even realized she was there.

Jim glared harder and answered, "Breakfast would be fine, since we're up anyway." *Damn it, there's that smile again.* He thought about staking the vampire as he moved forward, making sure that Blair was still behind him the entire time.

"AHEM!" The woman glared at her companion.

"Oh, right!" With a horrified look on his face that Jim didn't buy for a minute, Spike exclaimed dramatically, "Where are my manners?" Taking the hand of the woman next to him, he continued, "Detective Jim Ellison, I would like to introduce a friend of mine. This is Jera Lawson. My closest friend in this world in life and un-life." "I have heard much about you sir." She replied as she stepped forward and extended her hand to him. Her smile was warm, her
manner unthreatening, and almost caused Jim to relax completely. Almost. Shaking her hand briefly, he noticed three things right off the bat about her.

She had the oldest eyes he'd ever seen in a young face, which was saying a lot given his years in Vice. There he'd seen fourteen year-old's with the eyes of 50 year-old's; she was more like twenty going on two thousand. Her scent was off, too, tinged with an ozone smell he connected with thunderstorms and lightning. That and she didn't react at all to the strong static spark that flew from his hand to hers when they touched.

"And this is his guide." Spike indicated the man behind the detective.

Blair nodded. "Are you a vampire as well?"

"No, she isn't." Jim answered before anyone else. "She isn't really a mortal human either."

A musical laugh like none either Jim or Blair had heard before escaped the woman's throat "Human? Yes. Mortal? No. Like Spike I am an immortal. Just a different kind is all sugar." A saucy grin played upon her shimmering ruby lips. Jera looked over at her friend. "You were right sweetpea. He is good." "It's hard to explain," she said, not at all patronizingly. "I'm human, I died, but I didn't die, and most things won't kill me. Of course just what I am exactly no one's figured out, and honey, I'm sure not digging to find out."

"I'm Blair Sandburg." Blair introduced himself from behind Jim. He was trying to get past the older man a second time but to no avail. Sighing, he switched tactics and just peered around larger man instead. The two immortals leaned to their right to peer back at the smaller man with amused grins on their faces. The smile that was returned in kind by the clear blue-eyed man was a dazzling one, even if it was a bit shaky with suppressed laughter.

"What do you say about getting this show on the road, gentlemen? I have a shop to open in a few hours."

Smirking, Spike announced, "Always to the point. That's my Jera pet for you." Shaking his head, Spike smiled fondly at his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Jera indicated that they should take their seats around the table.

Shifting her gaze to Jim, she asked, "By the way darlin', what gave me away?".

"I can smell it as well as sense it." Jim offered as a way of explanation.

Blair shot Jim a look that clearly said *I want details later, Mister!*

Jim groaned inwardly, knowing his guide was going to waylay him with hundreds of questions the minute their visitors left. All Jim really wanted was for Blair to lay him. Spike handed out the gourmet coffee and Jera's special chocolate raspberry truffle muffins.

"Oh man! These are sinful." Blair moaned in pleasure after taking his first bite.

Jim nearly swallowed his tongue at the sound his guide made. *Damn, I'm going to need a cold shower* he thought. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Jim took a swallow of his coffee, hoping to distract himself from his fantasies of his moaning partner. The exotic taste of the coffee exploded on Jim's tongue. Somehow the taste was familiar but unknown. Smacking his lips, he tried to analyze the flavor only to come up short. Confusion multiplied and streaked his face as he took a larger swallow; it was no use. He just couldn't remember where... Eyes shot wide as the taste finally registered within his mind. "Coe le! Na hu mon La Que`a Chopec?"

Laughing, Jera nodded her head.

"Someone mind telling me what's going on, or should I just assume I need to climb up a water tower with a paint can to defend my sister's honor." Spike said sarcastically in his best impression of southern redneck.

Jera laughed harder at the horrible accent. Only after managing to get herself under control did she explain. "Do you remember the time I spent in Peru?" At Spike's nod she continued, "Well Jim here seems to be a fellow tribal member. He just figured out my secret ingredients in the coffee."

"And you're still drinking it.... BRAVE man." Spike ducked just in time to miss getting hit by a piece of muffin.

Blair watched the scene unfold before him, laughing at the antics of the two immortals. Spike was the first to bring up the true reason for the visit.

"As fun as this is, we should start talking about why we're all here." Pulling out the files hidden with in his duster, Spike handed them out to everyone.

Jera opened her folder and looked at the sentinel. "I hate to hit you with this first thing sugar, but there is something you need to know. The case you two have been assigned to isn't what you think it is. It's a lot bigger than even the police are willing to acknowledge. Inside you'll find the names of all the victims-- human AND demon.

"We know of 12 teenagers so far. " Jim told the immortals.

Blair looked over at his friend before opening his own file and questioned. "How many more are there that we don't already know about?"

Doing a quick tally, Jim swore to himself. "Fifteen more, Chief."

Blair, feeling a little green but trying not to show it, set down his coffee. "Do we know his M.O.?"

"That's the thing, sweetpea, we don't have a clue other than the fact there isn't hardly enough left to fit into a baggie." Jera replied.

"Actually, pet, that i'n't true." at Jera's raised brow Spike explained, "Look at the locations. All the murders take place around one of three places: the Bronze, the cemetery, and the main opening for the Hell Mouth."

Taking a closer look at the places the bodies were found, Jera had to agree. "He's right. The first body, which was human, and the last two, which were demon, were found near the cemetery. The next few were found in the back of the High School, which is close to where the opening is located. The rest were found in the back alley of the Bronze."

"So what kind of place is the Bronze?" Jim asked as he made notes of what the immortals were telling him.

"It's the local hang out for the kiddies round here. It's also one of the best hunting places for us vamps. Gotta warn you tho constable. The slayer and her scoobies hang out there, so be careful not to step on her toes." Grinning wickedly, Spike chuckled, "Course wouldn't hurt my feelins none iffin you want to rough up the slayer and her flunkies a bit, so long as you leave my Xanpet alone."

"Ssssppppiiikkkeeee." Jera warned.

"What?" Spike looked innocently at his dearest friend.

Shaking her head "Can the look, puddin'. I know you better than that."

"Awww. Getting' so a bloke can't have no fun anymore." the blond pouted.

"What's a slayer?" Jim asked clearly puzzled.

Rolling his eyes, the vampire snarled. "She's a bleedin' pain in the arse is what she is."

The female next to him laughed and answered. " The slayer is the one genetically chosen once every generation to destroy demons, slay vampires, and stop plots to open the Hell Mouth and/or the destructions of the world."

"She's superfast for a human, as strong as most vamps, and damn hard to kill." Spike put in, "Trust me. I've tried." Sighing, he added, "She is also one of Xander's friends. Don't know why he likes the chit, but he does."

"Which brings up the other reason we are here. Xander. How is the kid doing?," the sentinel wondered.

"He's doing okay considering we haven't found his guide yet. Would love to know how we're going to find the wanker."

They worked on a game plan, throwing out ideas of how to handle both problems. Time past quickly, as their conversation changed minutes into hours. Blair's sense of connection to Spike grew with every moment; it was as if he where sitting down with a brother he hadn't seen in years. All too soon Jera and Spike stood to leave.

Nodding to himself, Jim confirmed. "So we're agreed then. The best place to start on the case is to talk to the slayer and let her know we're here. We'll try and get her help. This will give both Blair and I a chance to meet with Xander and work with him without anyone finding out we know Spike."

"Its better that way, Jim. They'd be suspicious of you once they find out we're acquainted with each other. Especially Xander and the slayer's watcher." Spike muttered.

Jera glanced at her watch. "Well it's been fun gentlemen, however, it's now 6:30 and I have a shop to open. Will, do you have the ring?" Looking over at her sunlight impaired friend.

Holding up his hand Spike quipped, "Like American Express, I never leave home without it." The whap to the back of his head was no deterrent for the smile born on his lips.

"Smartass!" Jera chuckled.

"PhD certified, pet," he said with a wiggle of his bum.

"More like FDA approved." Winking, Jera pinched his ass and bounced out of Spike's range of fire over to Jim and Blair. Shaking each man's hand she spoke softly, "It was a pleasure to meet you both and I look forward to seeing you again. Blair, if you ever need any hard to find books, give me a jingle, sugar. I know Will does." "I'll do that." Blair's smile was warm, and for the hell of it he embraced the immortal in a hug.

Laughing Jera smiled at the young man in her arms. He reminded her of another young scholar she had once known long ago, before the... change. Her William.

"I know what your thinking luv, so get it out of your head. He belongs to the constable so there'll be no keeping him." Spike teased. Blair watched as Jim yet again blushed from head to toe. //Why is he blushing? Jim never blushes and here he is blushing. That makes what twice in one day and it was only 6 am?// Blair thought. "One last thing..." Spike reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder. Passing it to Jim he parted with words that the ex-soldier couldn't help but take to heart. "Things are not what they seem here in Sunny Hell." The vampire's face morphed into its true form, "So you can't take anything for granted." His golden eyes flicked to Blair and back again to Jim "Not anything, pet."

Stark Street that same day 4:30 a.m. :

Blood dripped from tired fingers. Pieces of flesh, bone, and brain matter covered everything in the little alleyway behind the dollar store. He'd spent hours ripping the body apart just trying to stop the feelings. Blasted redhead had made him hurt her. It was all her fault. The girl had set his teeth on edge. Made him feel things he didn't want to remember feeling. Things he hasn't had to face since he was ... *NO! Don't think about it. * He berated himself. She's dead now and the feeling was gone. It was over. At least he hoped so. She wasn't the first to make him feel this way but he hoped she was the last. He just wanted to forget. Forget the love, laughter, feeling of being whole and the pain of having it all ripped away and left alone.

He was cold, empty, and had to shut out those memories just to move on, just to keep on living. He'd come here to do a job and that was what he was going to do. Looking at his clothes he wasn't surprised to see he was covered in blood. Even made him smile a bit with a bit of nostalgia. He remembered when he and his lover would roll in the floor making love smearing blood and what ever else they'd been using to... *SHUT UP! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!*

He needed a shower. Yes, that was it. He needed a shower and clean clothes. Wash away the blood, tears, and sweat. He'd forget then and he'd be fine again. Yes everything would be just fine. Just fine.

END PART 4