Chapter 1- "Casting Irons"
"Wake up my sweets," cooed Drusilla to her precious, tapping his cheek and trying to arouse him from his slumber. That way, daddy won't be too mad he's late for their 'coming out party.' What a treat, Dru clapped and spun around, dancing around him!
"Dru, did you wake him," asked an annoyed Darla.
She pouted, but knew she couldn't ever go against the mother of the household.
"My pet is a slow sleeper," she giggled and drove Darla nearly mad with her dancing and spinning.
Angelus peeled off his coat and walked in, holding his arms out for both girls. He gave Dru a peck on the head, making her smile lazily.
"Virgin love," he asked Darla as she lifted her nose, savoring the tenderest lamb she'd ever tasted.
She smirked. "Do I smell a Slayer...?" "One from Pettaway's house," he smiled.
"Want me to eat him," asked Drusilla snapping her White teeth like a wolf.
"It's a girl Dru," she rolled her eyes and sighed, looking at her, shaking her head disappointed the child turned out to be such a weakling.
"Oi I'm hungry," came another voice from up the stairs looking down, licking his fangs. They all stared at their newborn. Dru welcomed her baby.
"Spike...?" "Spike," he chuckled with a snort. "It's bloody brilliant! No more William the wonderer, the poor kid, awful bleeding poet! Spike for you darling...!" Angelus eyeballed him. He didn't like this boy. This sudden intrusion in their- 'HIS' home!
"Who invited you to the party," growled Darla. Spike was playing with Drusilla and nuzzling her nose. "Ah well, the kitten likes me, what can I say," he taunted the family elders.
Angelus 'really' didn't like him.
Feisty. Young. He was suspicious!
Spike clapped. "Now tell me, have any of you seen Cecily Underwood...? I recall 'faintly' that "I'm beneath her!"
Drusilla's eyes glowed. "Will you give me a show...?"
"An encore luv'," he said softly.
