Suitable food source and easy to hide any bodies. “This is the perfect home to raise the baby. “Are you seriously telling me you want us to live here?” Illyria nodded curtly. “At least we don’t have to use it often.” Xander weakly stumbled away towards the manor that he’d been asked to visit and his eyes, regular and mystical ability orb formed from Winifred Burkle’s soul locked onto the wreck of a building at the edge of a swamp and promptly sighed. “I would have preferred something a tad more, appropriate, but we make do with what we can.” Janna hopped lightly down on all fours and shook herself slightly before she stalked away from the beastly thing. “Death’s apology.” Cordelia glided to the ground with her wings and her tail flicked in agitation as she hopped lightly in the air to avoid landing in Xander’s vomit. “What the hell is that?” Xander waved his hand and stumbled down from the carriage. “Harris?” Angel stared up at the thing nervously. Xander poked his head out of the side of the thing and proceeded to lose his breakfast all over the ground. Behind it the massive bone carriage slammed into the thing’s backside and then rolled ignobly to a halt with a bent axel. The thing in question came to a bone jangling stop almost dislocating three ribs and a shoulder as it skidded to a halt on the unstable road. Fearing it might be another attempt at Death coming for another beating, she placed both hands on the sides of her hips and glared in defiance at the thing. Racing along at breathtaking speed was a creature with eight legs and three heads, it was certainly not something typical of most life forms and it was composed entirely out of the bones of something long dead. Considering sandstorms were quite uncommon geographically she attributed it, correctly, to something approaching at a brisk pace along the long stretch of unpaved road leading into this marsh-like quagmire some might call a swamp. “That!” Illyria turned and noted the rising dust cloud. “What are you talking about? I find this home quite suitable.” “Not that!” Angel jabbed his finger behind him. “Big Blue, we’ve got a problem!” Spike rushed past Illyria and started pushing on the large door to try and get it to close. “Egypt!” Both of them dove out of the limo and started running for the three-story manor house that some might consider a castle if they were being overly generous. “Ruddy well not! Besides, it wasn’t bloody Athens, not enough dust for one.” “Istanbul then.” “You mean Constantinople?” “I don’t care what it was called then.” Spike’s eyes narrowed then widened. Spike leaned closer still blowing smoke in his grandsire’s face. “Athens, please, you’ve never been to ruddy Athens!” “I was so!” Angel leaned forward to glare intensely at Spike. Now where was it?” “Athens?” Angel frowned as he also began to recognize the dust for some reason. “That looks too big to be a car.” Spike turned around to spot the rising dust as well and pursed his lips in a tight-lipped frown. “I’m really starting to hate how she treats us like pets.” “In her eyes we are, poof.” “Spike!” Angel glowered at the bleached wonder only to frown when he noticed the rise of dust in the air down the road. “I think she’d rip your bullocks off if you tried.” Angel cursed under his breath. Spike laughed and blew out a puff of smoke. It wasn’t exactly my favorite time.” “Do you think she’d mind if we opted out?” Angel turned to Spike with his usual broody expression. “I can’t believe she wants us to share a house with Harris.” Spike smirked. “She’s showin’ more today.” Spike’s voice tremored slightly as he noted the slight bulge in Illyria’s stomach area. Spike and Angel eyed her warily from where they were currently sitting in the back seat of the stretch limo, both of them were a tad confused as to where she’d gotten the money, but in all likelihood it wasn’t important. And it was the only place suitable to house her Qwa’Ha Xhan. In short, it was the perfect place to raise her little Spawnling. It was gloomy, depressing, run down, lacked certain basic amenities. Illyria eyed the property with a practiced eye.
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