AN: I'd like to thank The Voice of GeneCo for letting me use parts of our Drusilla/Spike roleplay in this story. This story contains a mixture of pairings - Spike/Giles, Spike/Jenny, Spike/Dru, Dru/Jenny, Dru/Giles, Jenny/Giles. I don't think this has ever been done before, do feel free to leave your feedback. Takes place before Buffy arrives in Sunnydale, but Jenny is already there. Along with Spike and Dru. If this idea seems to be popular, I might continue.
"And how are you doing today, my pet?" Spike asked his beloved Drusilla, who had been feeling weaker than usual, lately. They were in their hi-jacked crypt.
Drusilla seemed to sway to music that only she could hear. "Birdies are whispering to me again...they talk of a new Slayer."
"A...new slayer? What did the birdies say about the new slayer?" This both excited and disgusted Spike. There was always thrill in the kill, but the sodding bastardettes just wouldn't stop coming.
"That...that she's weak. Easy prey...patty cake, patty cake bake me a cake as fast as you can!" Drusilla took to waltzing around the room, in a fit of gleeful insanity. "Carve in a 'B' for baby and me-" She halted. "Wait - that's it! The Slayer..." She pranced back to Spike. "Her name begins with 'B'."
"A 'B'?" He nodded. "Thank you, pet." He smiled and slowly got closer to her. "I think you deserve a treat!"
Drusilla giggled. "What kind of treat?" She eyed him seductively.
"Any." He kissed her. "Treat." He kissed her again. "My. Pet." Another kiss. "Wants." His voice was low and gravelly.
Drusilla jumped and clapped giddily. "Let's go hunting!"
Spike's voice changed to one of concern, "Are you sure you're not too weak, Dru? I could always go hunting for you."
Dru pouted. "Please, let me go out," she whined.
"I know you want to go out, pet." Spike only had what was best for her in mind. She looked so sad, though, and he knew she hated being cooped up. He let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, you may come out with me, but you mustn't leave my side, alright?" She was his sire. He loved her. Anything bad happening to her would bring him pain.
Drusilla smiled widely, flinging arms around him, overjoyed that he was letting her out. "Never."
Jenny and Giles were out, surveying local vampire hot spots before the Slayer was to arrive. They had to be ready to equip her with information – the understood that she was currently denying her Slayer destiny. They needed whatever they could find to help sway her into belief. Knowing where the vampire centrals were would be a great help. They, foolishly, though, were out without weapons.
Their duty wasn't exactly the main thing on their minds. They knew it was important, they knew their job, yet, they seemed to be more wrapped up in each other than anything else. They were linked arm in arm. A lot had changed since they'd gotten past the petty books vs. computers dispute they'd gotten into when they'd met.
[flashback]
"You're a snob!" Jenny cried out exasperatedly.
"I am no such thing." Rupert retorted incredulously.
"Oh, you are a big snob. You, you think that knowledge should be kept in these carefully guarded repositories where only a handful of white guys can get at it."
"Nonsense! I simply don't adhere to a-a knee-jerk assumption that because something is new, it's better."
"This isn't a fad, Rupert! We are creating a new society here." Jenny was firm in her belief. Rupert, though, was also. He exploded.
"A society in which human interaction is all but obsolete? In which people can be completely manipulated by technology? Well – well, thank you – I'll pass."
Jenny backed down. "Well, heh, I think you'll be very happy here with your musty, old books."
Rupert had to squeeze in one last retort. "These 'musty old books' have a great deal more to say than in any of your…fabulous web pages."
[present time]
Jenny giggled at the memory.
"Something funny?" Rupert asked.
"Just…thinking back to how we used to be."
"The 'books – no computers!' 'computers – no books!' phase? Thank God that's done with."
They kissed, lost in their own little worlds.
Suddenly, there was a tap on Jenny's shoulder. Jenny broke away from the kiss, turning to see a dark-haired woman.
"Bad teacher!" Drusilla hissed. She glanced over at Spike.
Giles never saw the punch coming, and lost his consciousness.
Jenny swerved back at the sound of a thud, gasping. "Oh God, Rupert!"
Spike's face shifted, and he took the form of vampire. "You weren't the only one expecting the Slayer."
Behind Jenny, Drusilla's face shifted as well. While she was distracted, she sank her fangs into Jenny's neck. Jenny fell limp, and Drusilla lowered with her to the ground.
"Going to share, pet?" Spike asked, kneeling beside them.
Drusilla pulled back, wide eyed. "Spikey," she whispered.
"What is it, Dru? What do you see?"
Her eyes seemed to be looking off into a faraway land, even as she looked at him. "She's a powerful one, this one. I can taste it." She smiled wide, her lips crimson red with blood. "She is of Gypsy heritage…with that power…we could kill the Slayer in an instant."
A slow smile spread across Spike's lips. "Could we, now?"
"'Spose she'd only work with us if we turned 'im, too." Drusilla gestured to the unconscious Giles.
Spike glanced at the Watcher, smirking. "She'd better share."
Drusilla cackled.
"What's so funny?" Spike growled.
"I thought Angel to be a fool when he told me you liked men, too!" She smiled. "Well then. We'll all share."
Jenny awoke not too much later, the transformation having occurred throughout Spike and Drusilla's conversation. There was an uncontrollable, burning thirst, consuming her in entirety. She let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Hush, hush, sweet dollie." Drusilla stroked her forehead. "You can make all that pain go away." She pointed to Giles. "Just bite him. Drink, but not too much. You want him to wake, don't you?"
Past the confusion and the overwhelming thirst, Jenny did want that. She nodded.
"Go on, then. Drink up, love." She gave her a push towards the still unconscious man.
Jenny latched onto him, sinking her newly acquired fangs into his neck with a need like no other. She drank urgently, determined to extinguish the burning.
"That's enough, pet." Spike warned casually.
Jenny seemed not to have heard him. She kept on drinking him.
"Dollie, stop, you're killing him!" Drusilla cried out urgently.
Jenny heard that. She jerked away, tears forming in her eyes, compassion still very well existing within her.
"Oh, Dollie…come here, you're alright. Mummy will make it better." She pulled Jenny into a hug, fondling her as if she were a child. After a moment she pushed her a little away, to make a deep slash across her own wrist with her nail. "Here." She held her arm out to her. "Drink."
Jenny gave her a frightened look.
"Don't worry, you can't hurt me." She smiled up at Spike. She had tasted the young vampire's power, yes, but she hadn't foreseen how sweet she would be.
Spike smiled back at Drusilla – he was definitely going to get his hands on that woman after Dru was done. He looked down at the once unconscious man as he groaned loudly.
Jenny tentatively took Drusilla's wrist to her mouth, drinking the blood that was offered. She closed her eyes, feeling the previous burning ease.
Spike knelt down next to the groaning man, and glanced at his nails. They weren't sharp at all. "Could one of you girlies give me a hand, here?"
Jenny pulled back from Drusilla's wrist momentarily, turned, and slashed across his chest with her nails.
Drusilla beamed widely at her. "Good kitten, you are. Very good." She kissed her, and tasted her own blood. "You make Mummy very proud." She kissed her again.
Once thing Jenny learned about being a vampire – libido increased and inhibitions lowered. It didn't matter that she was a woman – it didn't matter that she wasn't Rupert. She was being kissed – how big of a shame would it be for her not to kiss back? Besides, she didn't want to disappoint this woman.
Spike smirked, hoisting the groaning man to his knees. "World, meet the new breed of Watcher!" he retorted sarcastically. "Bet you're thirsty, aren't ya?"
Giles grunted, and it sounded like he was in pain.
Spike guided him towards the slashes on his chest. "You'll feel a lot better if you drink."
Giles lapped up the blood, seeming to catch on faster than Jenny had. Especially the increased libido and inhibitions lowered part.
Spike closed his eyes, gaining arousal from the wetness of Rupert's tongue gliding along his chest. Drusilla could have the girl for a while longer. He was quite liking the current attention.
Jenny was drawn to her sired one. "Rupert…" She stroked his hair as he fed, glad to see Drusilla had stopped her in time. She waited for him to stop feeding and looked up at Spike. "You hit him," she mumbled.
Spike opened his eyes. "Yes. I did."
Jenny tackled him, making him topple over onto the cement.
Giles sent a confused look Drusilla's way. He tilted his head. "I've seen you…I've seen you in pictures."
"I bet you have, dear Watcher." Drusilla cooed. "Come here. Let Grandmama see you while Mummy has her fun." She glanced at Jenny and Spike, who were locked together in what looked like a passion of lust and hate. She chuckled, returning her attention to Giles, who had crawled over to her. She pulled him against her. "There, there, dearie. No need to fret. We all get our turns."
Giles turned to her, his vampire eyes containing a wounded puppy look.
"Grandmama will show you." She kissed him, running a hand along his chest. "You're a part of the family, now."
(To be continued – depends on reader's interest)