Elena has brown hair, just like her parents. Brown's another word
for brunette. And as for Dracula, well staking doesn't kill him. He
simply turns into mist and reforms himself. After his battle with Buffy
(Season 5, espisode 1), Dracula left Sunnydale, but returns in the
Season 8 comics, becoming an ally of Buffy's to combat a group of
gothic Japanese vampires who stole the Scythe and his powers. Hope that
clears things up and onwards with the story
17. Father & Daughter Bonding
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Spike opened his eyes and jumped when he saw Elena sitting before him, head in hands and staring at him. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes
“What time is it, Nibblet?”
“Twelve thirty”
“How long have you been sitting there?”
“Five minutes. I was wondering when you would wake up”
“Well, I’m awake now and…Elena, can you go wait outside for me?”
“Sure can, Daddy”
She left his room, closing the door after her, as Spike got dressed and joined her outside, before being led to the dining room, where Butterfield served Spike a mug of warm blood, which he drank down greedily
“Oh God, that’s good. Got any more?”
“I sure do. One moment, sir”
Butterfield returned with another mug, which Spike took his time to drink down this time, as Elena grabbed his hand and led him out of the dining room
“You know this place well. How about you give me a tour?” Spike asked
“Okay then”
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“Dracula sure has a nice place,” Lindsey commented
“It is interesting,” Illyria said, “I quite enjoyed the torture room”
“I didn’t. Spent enough time in one to hate them all”
Just then, Spike and Elena rounded the corner, the young girl showing her father the large castle that Dracula owned
“And this is where he has the torture room,” Elena said, “I’m not allowed in there”
“And for good reason, pet,” Spike said, “Enjoying the place?”
“Yeah, not bad, actually,” Lindsey said, “I’m gonna go see what Oz is up to”
He headed off, leaving Illyria with Spike and Elena
“We should go out tonight, see what’s on offer,” Spike said
“You just want to drink toxins again,” Illyria stated
“No, not really. Just go out and enjoy the place. It’s been a long time since I was here last and a lot has changed in that time”
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That night, Spike, Illyria and Elena were out in the town. Spike was wearing an open red collared shirt under his duster, while Illyria was dressed in normal civilian clothes and Elena was wearing a white sundress under a brown cardigan jacket. She skipped along in front of them, but not too far ahead of the pair
“The place looks good,” Spike commented
“Cities in my time were grander,” Illyria said
“Didn’t we have a talk about not talking about those stories?”
“Insolent half-breed”
“One of a kind. Elena, don’t skip too far ahead”
“Okay, Daddy”
She waited for them to catch up and grabbed onto Spike’s hand, before taking hold of Illyria’s hand. The ex-goddess looked down at their entwined hands in confusion, before catching the smile on Spike’s face
“It’s okay, love, she doesn’t mean any harm”
“Ooh, look at that,” Elena cried suddenly
She broke her grip and headed over to the shop, staring at the dress. Spike walked over to her, placing a hand around her shoulders
“How about I’ll buy that for you? Tomorrow, I’ll get Lindsey to get it for you”
“Yeah, okay then”
“Anything for my little girl”
He picked her up, holding her on his hip as he rejoined Illyria. Just then, the first of the snowflakes began to fall. Elena smiled as she tried to catch the snowflakes, so Spike ended up placing her on his shoulders where she would have a better reach
“I love it when it snows,” Elena said, “Drakky lets me play in the snow”
“Tomorrow, we’ll build a snowman,” Spike said, “It’s been a long time since I made one myself. Then again, I was evil and couldn't be bothered”
“What is a snowman?” Illyria asked, pulling her jacket tighter around her body
“A man made out of snow,” Spike answered, “Come on, the snow’s getting thicker and I don’t want Elena out here too long”
Together, they turned back and headed back towards the castle as the snow continued to fall upon the small village
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Spike woke up the next morning, feeling something warm close to him. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Illyria sleeping next to him. He realized they were naked, as images of last night flashed through his mind. After putting Elena to bed, they had come back to his room and ‘engaged in an enjoyable session’, as Illyria put it. Spike got out of bed, slipping his jeans, T-shirt and red shirt on, before leaving the room and heading to Elena’s bedroom, finding her still asleep. Smiling to himself, he headed into the dining room, where Dracula was seated at the table, a mug of warm blood in his hands, enjoying the steam. Butterfield made up a mug for Spike and he accepted it, holding it in his hands and absorbing the heat
“You’ve done a good job with my kid,” Spike said
“I promised Drusilla I would take great care of her until you arrived,” said Dracula, “Have I fulfilled my promise?”
“Yeah, I guess you have”
Spike took a sip of the blood, sighing in contentment, as Lindsey came into the room, looking half-asleep as he sat down at the table
“Enjoy a good night’s sleep?” Dracula asked
“Yeah, I did actually”
“Excellent. Butterfield, will you fix Lindsey up some breakfast”
“Certainly sir,” the dwarf purple demon said
He hurried off into the kitchen, as Spike took another sip of the blood
“So, what’s happening today?” Lindsey asked
“Well, I wonder if Spike is interested in doing some training,” Dracula said, “After all, you are up against the Senior Partners and it would be wise to practise”
“Oh, but I was gonna build a snowman with Elena,” Spike said, “And oh yeah, Lindsey, I need you to get something for me”
“What would that be?”
“Go downtown to the clothes store and get me the small dress in the window”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes”
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Thankfully, the sun was covered by the dark clouds, but Spike took no chances as he covered himself from head to foot in warm, protective clothing, joining his daughter outside to help her build a snowman. Lindsey and Oz were currently building a small fortress each, complete with snowballs as ammo, while Illyria was watching Spike and Elena, also dressed up in warm clothing
“I got the carrot,” Elena said
“Good one, pet,” Spike said
He stabbed the carrot into the middle of the face, before finding two branches and using them as arms, before helping Elena wrap a scarf around its neck
“There, it looks good, doesn’t it?” Spike asked
“It sure does, Daddy,” Elena agreed
“I don’t understand,” Illyria said, “What is the purpose of this snowman?”
“Fun, creativity, family bonding,” Spike replied, “Whoa, hey!”
He had to duck suddenly when a snowball was launched his way. Growling, Spike made his own snowball and hurled it at Oz, who ducked behind his small wall. Lindsey threw a snowball at Spike, but striking Illyria instead. She whirled around, her blue eyes flashing and Lindsey thought he was dead. However, much to everyone’s surprise, Illyria copied Spike and made a snowball, throwing it back at Lindsey and catching him in the chest
Dracula and Butterfield watched from the window as the five engaged in a snow fight. Lindsey and Oz were on their own, while Illyria, Elena and Spike banded together
“The darkness comes, Master,” Butterfield said, “Will they be ready for it?”
“I hope so,” Dracula answered, “Although I am evil, I cannot let this darkness spread any further than it’s original position”
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“Okay, so what am I learning that I haven’t already learnt?” Spike asked in a bored voice
“Well, I want to see your fighting skills,” Dracula replied, “Not only that, but I will teach you a few things that only myself know”
“How to be a big overbearing ponce who burns books?”
“How to learn the skills that I have learnt. How to use those skills in the field of battle and use them to your advantage”
“Okay, for one, I am not learning how to hypnotise people. That is such so…Bela Lugosi. Not a bad actor, mind you, but it just reminds me of him and I don’t like it”
“Very well then. How about transfiguration spells?”
“Come again?”
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