Spike and Drusilla belong to Joss Whedon and Fox and are used here merely
for the enjoyment of others. The author expects no profit from this story,
and it is not to be used by other in that capacity.
Author's note: While am a Buffy fan, I confess I haven't seen every episode of Buffy and Angel. It may be established that the characters here were elsewhere at this period in history.
Second Author's note: History is not my strong point (I got a D at GCSE) so historical events are drawn from my patchy knowledge and episodes of Blackadder Goes Forth.
The trenches 1916 Captain Thomas Giles sat at his makeshift desk, studying the latest telegram from HQ. They were getting ready for the big push. It seemed bloody stupid to Giles, not to mention suicidal. The jerries had machine guns that could shred their flesh, whilst all his regement had was guns with pointy bits on the end, aka bayonets.
Lt. Timothy St John marched his way in and immediately saluted. He was a stickler for tradtion. If it had been left to Giles, all the men in his regement would have referred to him as Giles or Thomas, but St. John insisted on prim and proper circumstance at all times. While Giles could have ignored him, it seemed kind of counter productive. Plus the fact that the top brass visits were becoming all the more frequent meant that having some sense of discipline was pretty important.
"Sir" reported St John "I have alarming news." he slapped down an open notepad.
"Whose is this?" asked Giles
"It's Private Ronald Drewer's sir." Said St. John.
"Oh, now come, this really isn't fair Lieutenant." Said Giles "Your robbing them of their privacy"
"Sir, left it on the floor of his barracks during my inspection. I think you should read it Sir." St John said, hiding his contempt for Giles' liberalism between gritted teeth.
"Oh alright, but unless it's a plot to give our movements away to Frizty I really don't."
He looked down at the pad. It was a hastily written piece of prose. It went like this:
"Monday 2200 hours I saw her again tonight - the white woman. She sings beautifully. She dances around the landmines, in the rain. She ducks and weaves around the gunfire. Tonight, her dress was stained with blood. I asked Rodney if he saw it too, at first he said he did, but now he says he did not. I think he think's that the top brass will think he's gone tonto and lock him away - or worse think that we're making the whole thing up and shoot us for pretending to be mad. Either way I saw her. I know I shall see her again.
Tuesday 2256
My god it's gotten worse! Some soldiers went over to face death quickly rather than face the torture of thinking about it. One of them crawled a few meters out and got caught in some barbed wire. Rodney went to contact the Captain. I saw her again. She leant down to him, and bit his neck. and drained him of all his blood! I screamed, shocked at what I saw, and she looked back at me. she knew who I was. The Jerry's started shelling us again, and she watched the explosions in the sky, almost mesmorised. She moved away, almost hypontised by the colours."
Giles handed the notebook to St. John "Dear god, he's gone mad. We should have him sent back to blighty for committal."
"Sir" said St. John "All due respect, I think he left this out for us to look at. He's pretending to be a loony so we will take him away! I should shoot him at once!"
"Jerry is killing enough of my men without me lending a hand." Said Giles
"But Sir! He's making up these fantasies to get himself carted away!" protested St. John
"I'll talk to him first" said Giles "Then if he isn't mad, I'll issue the treason order."
"Yes Sir" said St. John.
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Meanwhile, in a small deserted French farm Drusilla sat on the bed, feeding her dolls empty cups of tea
"Miss Eliza, don't complain, there is a war on, and Mummy can't get sugar or honey for our tea. If you continue to complain, you shall be punished."
Spike stirred in the modest bed that they shared. She had been awake for several hours - the sound of a stray cat sending a plate to the floor of the abandoned farm kitchen had woken her. She managed to ensnare the cat and feed on it. It was a mangy old thing, but it was sweet enough to start the day.
Spike finally awoke. He stood in the door to the bedroom, wearing an unbuttoned shirt and grey pantaloons.
"You should be careful pet, you know how many holes there are in this roof. One wrong step and poof - no more Dru."
"The fire beast shall never ensare me. I see it coming. Its not very subtle."
"Well, make sure you stay careful. We don't want you becoming dust on this glorious holiday now do we?" at the mention of their 'holiday' Dru got up and flung her arms around his neck.
"Oh Spike! It is the greatest holiday I have ever known! The machines of fire make night into day - yet the light that bathes my skin does not burn it. I wish it would never end!"
Spike kissed Dru's head affectionately
"Ah pet, didn't I tell you I'd make up for not being able to take you to the Boer War? Lots of people dying all in one place - who'll notice one more dead man now and again. Can't say I reckon much to the lodgings mind."
Dru smiled devilishily, Spike looking down on her smiled back immediately.
"Someone has a plan." Spike sang like a child in the playground.
"I think I'm going to do some planting. not in the ground, but in someone's head." she said.
Although she spoke in riddles and clues - that damned Angelus - Spike had learned to begin to think along the lines of Drusilla. He immediately knew what she had in mind.
"You mean to hypnotise someone to do your bidding in the day, don't you?"
Drusilla nodded "I've seen it. The soldier has seen us, his commanders bicker over what to do with him. One thinks him mad, the other thinks him acting as if he were in his own play. But the Captain shall triumph over the second."
"And when the captain sends for the loony wagon." Spike began
"We shall be there!" Finished Dru. +++
Chapter 2 to come. please R and R!
Author's note: While am a Buffy fan, I confess I haven't seen every episode of Buffy and Angel. It may be established that the characters here were elsewhere at this period in history.
Second Author's note: History is not my strong point (I got a D at GCSE) so historical events are drawn from my patchy knowledge and episodes of Blackadder Goes Forth.
The trenches 1916 Captain Thomas Giles sat at his makeshift desk, studying the latest telegram from HQ. They were getting ready for the big push. It seemed bloody stupid to Giles, not to mention suicidal. The jerries had machine guns that could shred their flesh, whilst all his regement had was guns with pointy bits on the end, aka bayonets.
Lt. Timothy St John marched his way in and immediately saluted. He was a stickler for tradtion. If it had been left to Giles, all the men in his regement would have referred to him as Giles or Thomas, but St. John insisted on prim and proper circumstance at all times. While Giles could have ignored him, it seemed kind of counter productive. Plus the fact that the top brass visits were becoming all the more frequent meant that having some sense of discipline was pretty important.
"Sir" reported St John "I have alarming news." he slapped down an open notepad.
"Whose is this?" asked Giles
"It's Private Ronald Drewer's sir." Said St. John.
"Oh, now come, this really isn't fair Lieutenant." Said Giles "Your robbing them of their privacy"
"Sir, left it on the floor of his barracks during my inspection. I think you should read it Sir." St John said, hiding his contempt for Giles' liberalism between gritted teeth.
"Oh alright, but unless it's a plot to give our movements away to Frizty I really don't."
He looked down at the pad. It was a hastily written piece of prose. It went like this:
"Monday 2200 hours I saw her again tonight - the white woman. She sings beautifully. She dances around the landmines, in the rain. She ducks and weaves around the gunfire. Tonight, her dress was stained with blood. I asked Rodney if he saw it too, at first he said he did, but now he says he did not. I think he think's that the top brass will think he's gone tonto and lock him away - or worse think that we're making the whole thing up and shoot us for pretending to be mad. Either way I saw her. I know I shall see her again.
Tuesday 2256
My god it's gotten worse! Some soldiers went over to face death quickly rather than face the torture of thinking about it. One of them crawled a few meters out and got caught in some barbed wire. Rodney went to contact the Captain. I saw her again. She leant down to him, and bit his neck. and drained him of all his blood! I screamed, shocked at what I saw, and she looked back at me. she knew who I was. The Jerry's started shelling us again, and she watched the explosions in the sky, almost mesmorised. She moved away, almost hypontised by the colours."
Giles handed the notebook to St. John "Dear god, he's gone mad. We should have him sent back to blighty for committal."
"Sir" said St. John "All due respect, I think he left this out for us to look at. He's pretending to be a loony so we will take him away! I should shoot him at once!"
"Jerry is killing enough of my men without me lending a hand." Said Giles
"But Sir! He's making up these fantasies to get himself carted away!" protested St. John
"I'll talk to him first" said Giles "Then if he isn't mad, I'll issue the treason order."
"Yes Sir" said St. John.
++++
Meanwhile, in a small deserted French farm Drusilla sat on the bed, feeding her dolls empty cups of tea
"Miss Eliza, don't complain, there is a war on, and Mummy can't get sugar or honey for our tea. If you continue to complain, you shall be punished."
Spike stirred in the modest bed that they shared. She had been awake for several hours - the sound of a stray cat sending a plate to the floor of the abandoned farm kitchen had woken her. She managed to ensnare the cat and feed on it. It was a mangy old thing, but it was sweet enough to start the day.
Spike finally awoke. He stood in the door to the bedroom, wearing an unbuttoned shirt and grey pantaloons.
"You should be careful pet, you know how many holes there are in this roof. One wrong step and poof - no more Dru."
"The fire beast shall never ensare me. I see it coming. Its not very subtle."
"Well, make sure you stay careful. We don't want you becoming dust on this glorious holiday now do we?" at the mention of their 'holiday' Dru got up and flung her arms around his neck.
"Oh Spike! It is the greatest holiday I have ever known! The machines of fire make night into day - yet the light that bathes my skin does not burn it. I wish it would never end!"
Spike kissed Dru's head affectionately
"Ah pet, didn't I tell you I'd make up for not being able to take you to the Boer War? Lots of people dying all in one place - who'll notice one more dead man now and again. Can't say I reckon much to the lodgings mind."
Dru smiled devilishily, Spike looking down on her smiled back immediately.
"Someone has a plan." Spike sang like a child in the playground.
"I think I'm going to do some planting. not in the ground, but in someone's head." she said.
Although she spoke in riddles and clues - that damned Angelus - Spike had learned to begin to think along the lines of Drusilla. He immediately knew what she had in mind.
"You mean to hypnotise someone to do your bidding in the day, don't you?"
Drusilla nodded "I've seen it. The soldier has seen us, his commanders bicker over what to do with him. One thinks him mad, the other thinks him acting as if he were in his own play. But the Captain shall triumph over the second."
"And when the captain sends for the loony wagon." Spike began
"We shall be there!" Finished Dru. +++
Chapter 2 to come. please R and R!