Naughty Girls

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters here mentioned within the ramblings here. They were all created by the brilliant mind of Joss Whedon

Author's Note: Yes, it's really insane and out there like most other things I write, but whatever...It's mainly the result of what happens to a girl's mind after bringing this couple up in two disturbing couple arguments against friends. (That would be you two, Karma and Becky! Hi! ::waves::)

Chapter One

Drusilla looked around the confines of the factory. Sure, she did not totally hate the place. As a matter of fact, she had come to like it. Much better than the various hotel rooms they had been two were everything was so packed in. Here, a girl could have almost all the room she wanted.

But what was the point of having all the room if she did not have any men to share it with. Nothing bad had happened to either of her boys, except for their growing fondness with the Vampire Slayer. Both of them were eager to kill her and were basically ignoring the insane vampire off in the sidelines. Something Drusilla did not like.

The vampire leaned her head against the wall, waiting for it to confirm her beliefs that the sun had set once again on the pathetic town called Sunnydale. A town that was the home of a Hellmouth, something Drusilla had not yet encountered in her numerous years of life. She giggled. "Party time," she said excitedly as she clapped her hands together as she danced over towards her doll collection, picking up Miss Edith. She needed someone to go out and party with. Since her boys were otherwise occupied, it would be up to Miss Edith to keep her company.

"And what a party it's going to be," she whispered under her breath as she made her way outside and into the main part of Sunnydale. Something that should not take too long and she had all the time she needed. "Have to get punch," she continued as she glanced down at Miss Edith. "Fresh punch."

Oz smiled as he climbed down from the stage at the Bronze and began making his way over towards the four Scoobies gathered at one of the closer tables in comparison to the stage. "Greetings," he said as he took the empty seat next to Willow.

Willow smiled. "You did great," she complimented eagerly. "I mean, the rest of the band was good too, but you were the best," she said as she quickly checked to make sure no other members from Dingoes Ate My Baby were gathered around them.

Oz smiled. "Thanks," he said plainly as he looked around the table. Buffy was seated on the other side of Willow and had some form of beverage in front of her that he could not tell what it was. Although Buffy was physically sitting there, Oz doubted that her mind was focused on the conversation in front of her. Or lack of conversation to be more correct. On his right sat Xander with Cordelia sitting in his lap, something the cheerleader normally would not allow herself to do in public. He stopped, wondering on it for a moment before turning back to the best thing that had happened in his life,

Willow Rosenberg. "You look great tonight."

"A-hem," Cordelia added.

Oz smiled. "Well, you do to," he said and he meant it. "But she's my girlfriend," Oz added as he wrapped an arm around Willow.

"Buffy, you there?" Willow asked curiously as she waved a hand in front of the Slayer's face.

"Hmm?" Buffy asked as she drifted back from her various daydreams. "Oh, sorry, was I zoning out again?" she asked, though she already knew the answer to her question.

Xander nodded. "Just a little bit."

"Are you kidding me?" Cordelia asked. "A little bit would actually include some words from her mouth. As far as she's concerned, we're all just little worthless things sent here to try and keep her mind off Angel but we're failing horribly."

"You made your point," Xander quickly injected before Cordelia could say anything else. "Buffy's allowed to be in pain right now. It's a hard situation and she needs friends to support her."

Cordelia sighed, taking Xander's words as her cue to stop talking. "Right," she said quietly. "Well I should get going," she began as she rose from her position on Xander's lap.

"What? Why?" Xander asked as he rose and put a strong hand on her left shoulder, causing Cordelia to stop walking and turn around to face him.

"Why?" Cordelia repeated in shock. "Because everything I do or say is inappropriate when it comes to Buffy or Willow. It's like they're worth more to you than your own girlfriend! You'd go out and die for them before saying one thing to support me!"

"Cordelia, no," Xander begged as he moved his hand further on her back. "Look, I love you," he told her.

"You're just saying that because you want to go make out somewhere!" Cordelia shot back at him. "Let me go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I am not just saying it!" Xander argued as he kept his grip on her strong.

"Let go of me!" Cordelia yelled in a loud voice that made the few people around them turn around to make sure nothing wrong was going on. She frowned, slapping at Xander's hand lightly so that he would let her go. "I'll see you tomorrow," she mumbled as she began storming angrily out of the Bronze.

"Cordelia!" Xander called after her but either the cheerleader did not hear him or she was choosing to ignore him. Xander had his bets on the latter.

"She'll come around," Buffy assured Xander as her friend rejoined the table. "She just needs a bit of time."

Drusilla smiled as she grew closer towards the streets of Sunnydale. The perfect street. The one street that contained the Bronze, which in her mind was basically the street filled with a lifetime's supply of fruit punch. Or possibly two lifetimes, but she would not dare to go that far since it was a street in Sunnydale after all.

"What's that?" she asked slightly as she looked down at Miss Edith. "Yes, yes I like that!" she answered the unasked question as she slunk closer towards the opening of the Bronze where she saw the perfect thing. A girl, young. She placed her age at about sixteen or seventeen. Good height and thin. "A playmate?" she asked the doll curiously as she studied the girl closer. She had seen her before. One of the Slayer's crew.

She walked closer towards her. "Raspberry's all ripe but the music box doesn't want to sing," she pouted as she placed Miss Edith down on the ground before approaching the girl. "Psst," she called as she came up from behind and wrapped her hands around the girl's thin body.

"Xander Harris, if this is another one of your lame ideas to get me back--"

"Shh, don't fret kitten," Drusilla cooed. "Mummy's here," she began as she moved Cordelia's hair away from her neck.

"I'll--I'll scream," Cordelia threatened as Drusilla carried her over towards a less populated part of the street. "Really loud," she added as fear began taking over her body.

"Like sirens," Drusilla declared. "Big and loud."

"I really will scream. Then Buffy will come and stake you," Cordelia threatened.

Drusilla giggled as she licked her tongue against Cordelia's bare and exposed neck. And as promised, Cordelia let out a short scream. "Shh, bad kitten!" Drusilla scolded as she slapped at Cordelia's wrist. "This is quiet time! Like mice!"

Cordelia nodded slightly in fear as she found herself being hoisted up within Drusilla's remarkably strong arms. She gasped slightly, noting that with the position she was in, her neck was only a few precious inches away from Drusilla's mouth. She tried to squirm free, but found the task impossible. The harder she would try to break free, the harder Drusilla would squeeze. "Oh god," she whispered under her breath as she saw Drusilla transform into her less appealing vampire face. "Please," she begged. "You won't like me! I taste funny!" she began.

"Shh!" Drusilla scolded again as she moved her head closer towards Cordelia's uncovered neck with all the blood pumping through it. She stopped suddenly before moving over against the back wall close to the dumpsters, hidden from sight.

"I really taste awful," Cordelia tried again.

Drusilla stopped a moment before tracing her fingernail through Cordelia's left cheek, cutting it slightly. She leaned in closer, licking the few stray drops of blood away from it. "Nonsense. You're the best fruit punch," she affirmed before putting the cheerleader down for a brief second. Her hand instantly shot out in front of Cordelia, preventing her from going anywhere. "Hold still," she commanded before moving in so she could touch the soft flesh on Cordelia's neck. She gave a short giggle before sinking her teeth into the girl's neck as she began draining the girl's life from her.

Cordelia shrieked loudly in pain. If she was going to die, she wanted everyone to know about it. She screamed loudly until she felt the life draining from her and she no longer had the energy. "Bitch," she said softly to Drusilla before she died.

Drusilla thought quickly as she used her nails and slit her right wrist and held the wound over Cordelia's open mouth. The red liquid quickly filled Cordelia's mouth and Drusilla knew it. She tilted the woman's neck back far, allowing the blood to go down the dead girl's throat.

"Perfect," she announced as she dropped the lifeless body towards the ground where it hit the pavement with a thud. She smiled wickedly as she jumped and hid behind the dumpster as she heard footsteps coming closer. "Fruit punch, check," she whispered happily.