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[deep_red_bells]

[voicemail left for Annie--furious Baileigh is furious]

Those vampires that attacked Claire knew what she could do, before they even saw her heal. Do I even need to tell you the ways that this is bad? I hope not. So everything you know? You better be fucking telling me, post-fucking-haste RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I've had enough of this 'protect the poor pregnant woman from the bad bad stuff' BS.

[voicemail left for Spike]

Look, I know this is supposed to be happy fun vacation times for you and Amelia? But there's a situation. I'm worried about Claire and I'm--it's our sort of stuff, and I can't DO anything, Spike. I'd feel much, much better if you could be here like...immediately? I asked Adam, and he said as long as there's no gambling with the kittens of course you guys are welcome. I told him the kitten thing was way in the past, and do me a favor and don't make a liar out of me about that, okay?

I just really need you around right now. Before I stress myself into an early labor.

That was a joke. Mostly.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

[return voicemail]

Have I told...you lately...that I love you...

Okay, sorry. I'll be here, sitting on Claire. Figuratively.

[follow-my-blood.livejournal.com]

[return PHONE CALL this time, because Spike fails far less at actually contacting his best friend than Annie does]

Well, it can't be too bad if you're singing Rod Stewart at me, then.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer Bette Midler?

[follow-my-blood.livejournal.com]

Pet, do I look like bloody Angel?! Have the decency to sing "Baby, I Love You," at least Joey-bleedin'-Ramone covered that one.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I thought Manilow was his thing?

[follow-my-blood.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well...wouldn't put it past the sod.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Truthfully, I wouldn't either.