You were Giles' youngest, his pride and joy. Which also meant you were close with Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Anya. You and your father were, however, different from each other. Your father was clever, in the ways of history, creatures of the dark, the sciences. He was a man who was like a dictionary. Unlike you, you were into social studies, socialising, partying, and the more modern things.

However, plans for the week had clashed with the new talk of a group of men dressed in military gear stalking around Sunnydale, and then more proof of this with the once rather viscous and murderous bleached blonde vampire came to the Giles' family doorstep pleading for help. Complaining about a chip in his head and how he couldn't feed on anything alive.

The whining had been rather irritating. Your father and you had both been losing sleep over Spike complaining about wanting blood, pigs blood, and the rope being too tight around his wrists inside the bathroom. His hands were tied behind his back, and the rope wrapped around the chair so he couldn't move. He was seated in the living room around a recliner, so he was somewhat comfortable. His head was rolling around as he squirmed and whined.

"Please! I'm hungry dammit!" Spike whined and screamed. He knew after a while he'd get someone to give him blood. It was late, Rupert asleep and he assumed the same with spawn.