Summery: Dru has a new Dark Prince. The son of her old one.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, you know the drill. Joss, Fox, and ME own all. Well except for Will, he's mine.

Setting: This is an AU fic, Sunny Dale never crumbled into ruin, but Spike still died and was brought back by Angel. Oh and the apocalypse in Angel never happened. That's it I think.

Rating: For now it's just PG-13, but it'll probably be R or higher later. I'll let you know when. :)

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Now on with the story!!!


Year: 2031

The cool air made the night seem to come alive. It brought out everything, every noise, every sight, every smell. They were made crisp and clear.

But all of that went unnoticed to the young man staggering his way though the cemetery.

Fumbling for his keys the blonde leaned against the door way of the mausoleum. If only he could just hang in there… He grunted as another spasm of pain shot though his chest. Unlocking the door he slipped inside, having to lean against one of the stone angels to stay standing. Staggering a few more feet he lifted the wooden lid that led to his bed room underground. As he shimmed down the ladder he was sure he was going to pass out. Damn his damned life.

Snatching the pill bottle from his night stand he ripped off the cap, and popped five small triangular pills in his mouth. He picked up the vodka bottle near the foot of the bed with shaking hands. Taking a swig he sat on the unmade bed, set the bottle down on the nightstand with the pills, and dropped his head in his hands. Now all there was to do was wait for the pain to subside.

"My poor sweet… My poor lit'le William… drummer's been naug'ty just like Daddy." The sound of his love's voice woke him the rest of the way.

He hadn't been aware that he'd ever fallen asleep, or – more likely – passed out. But considering he was now laying back on the pillows and his girl was stroking his hair he assumed he'd done one of the two.

God, what would he do with out her?

"Is my dark night awake?"

"Yeh, luv, pet," he said eyes flitting open.

He was so glad she had stayed with him. She had been the only who had cared enough. After Father died- "Don't think that, my William is just feeling better," he smiled as she cut him off. She was so beautiful, raven hair, skin like that of the dollies he had rebought for her. He loved her so much. It made him wonder how had his Father ever been able to leave her? He supposed it was for the best; after all he wouldn't exist if dear-old-Dad hadn't left, but still…

He would never leave her.

Shutting his eyes he removed her hand from his belt buckle. "Not now, luv, I'm sorry. Really, I just can't."

"Don't pout, aww, c'mon Dru," he said sitting up. It was a bit of a struggle, but he managed. Brushing her hair behind her ears he smiled as she smiled. "That's my girl." He let his eyes meet her clear gray ones.

"Sleep, my William, tomorrow we will go bring Daddy home. Free Angelus from his white throne," she cooed at him.

William Pratt the Second let his mind drift off.


I know this is kinda bad, forgive me. This is my first fic with Drusilla in it. So if there is anything I can do better please feel free to tell me. I'll explain later how Will exists. Please let me know how you liked it!

-A.P

TBC...