Title: Special Day
Author: Tara
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine... all I own are some cool socks
Feedback: always good... send some for your own free pair of cool socks
Distribution: You can take it just let me know please.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Darla/Angelus and Spike/Drusilla
Spoilers: None
Summary: Darla is furious and Angelus can't figure out why.
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Darla looked at the calendar, fury raged in her golden eyes. "Darla, my
dear, what has got you so upset?" Angelus asked his sire. A growl simply
left her mouth. Angelus looked at the calendar. The day was circled.
*August 25th? August 25th?* His mind raced. *What was so special about this
day? Or what was so horrible about it?*
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Spike reached over the bed to put his arm around his dark goddess. When
his arm reached where he thought she was laying all he could feel was a
pillow. "Dru? Where are you my sweet?"
"Spikey! Grandmummy will want us to be dressed nice. Here you should where
this!" Drusilla held up a purple Victorian gown.
"Well I could wear that, but Grandmummy would probably tear it off and eat
it," Spike mumbled. "So pet, why are we dressing up for Grandmum?"
"It is her special day."
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"Grandmummy! I am so happy! Today is your special day! Can I give you a
present?" Drusilla exclaimed. Before Darla could answer Dru gave her a
small red box. Darla read the sticker:
To: Grandmummy
From: Drusilla and her Spike
Darla carefully opened it. Inside was a ring with a small red diamond in the
middle. Darla's eyes sparkled at the gift.
"Drusilla," Darla hesitated, "and Spike I love it! Thank you!" She gave
both of them a hug although she despised how Spike smelled of tar and
nicotine.
"What am I missing today? Presents. Day on the calendar circled. What is
going on here?" Angelus screamed.
"Naïve Daddy, you forgot your mummy's special day didn't you? How furious
she must be," Drusilla replied. All the pieces of the puzzle were fitting
together for Spike.
"You forgot her birthday!" Spike smirked. "She's not even my sire and I
remembered. Someone is not going to have fun hunting tonight."
Angelus's eyes were fixed on Spike. They both knew he had forgotten just
as well. It was just Spike's name was on a card from a present. Then his
gaze turned to Darla. "Dear I am so sorry! You know how bad I am with
dates. Also you haven't mentioned you birthday since we circled our birthdays on the calendar,"
Angelus cried.
Spike stood there stunned. He had never heard Angelus, the leader of their
group make excuses for himself.
Drusilla looked over at Spike. She knew he wasn't used to seeing her Daddy
whine. She knew that he would do a lot for his Darla.
"Please! Don't give me that not remembering dates nonsense. The only dates
you remember are about yourself,' Darla stated. "Quick who did you kill
January 4, 1799?"
"Margaret Thompson"
"April 25, 1802?"
"A woman at a ball. Didn't quite catch her name. She was wearing a
beautiful blue necklac...ok. I get your point. Let me make it up to
you. Please!"
Darla grinned showing her fangs, "Don't worry you will."
Author: Tara
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine... all I own are some cool socks
Feedback: always good... send some for your own free pair of cool socks
Distribution: You can take it just let me know please.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Darla/Angelus and Spike/Drusilla
Spoilers: None
Summary: Darla is furious and Angelus can't figure out why.
**************************************************************************** *
Darla looked at the calendar, fury raged in her golden eyes. "Darla, my
dear, what has got you so upset?" Angelus asked his sire. A growl simply
left her mouth. Angelus looked at the calendar. The day was circled.
*August 25th? August 25th?* His mind raced. *What was so special about this
day? Or what was so horrible about it?*
****************************************************************************
Spike reached over the bed to put his arm around his dark goddess. When
his arm reached where he thought she was laying all he could feel was a
pillow. "Dru? Where are you my sweet?"
"Spikey! Grandmummy will want us to be dressed nice. Here you should where
this!" Drusilla held up a purple Victorian gown.
"Well I could wear that, but Grandmummy would probably tear it off and eat
it," Spike mumbled. "So pet, why are we dressing up for Grandmum?"
"It is her special day."
****************************************************************************
"Grandmummy! I am so happy! Today is your special day! Can I give you a
present?" Drusilla exclaimed. Before Darla could answer Dru gave her a
small red box. Darla read the sticker:
To: Grandmummy
From: Drusilla and her Spike
Darla carefully opened it. Inside was a ring with a small red diamond in the
middle. Darla's eyes sparkled at the gift.
"Drusilla," Darla hesitated, "and Spike I love it! Thank you!" She gave
both of them a hug although she despised how Spike smelled of tar and
nicotine.
"What am I missing today? Presents. Day on the calendar circled. What is
going on here?" Angelus screamed.
"Naïve Daddy, you forgot your mummy's special day didn't you? How furious
she must be," Drusilla replied. All the pieces of the puzzle were fitting
together for Spike.
"You forgot her birthday!" Spike smirked. "She's not even my sire and I
remembered. Someone is not going to have fun hunting tonight."
Angelus's eyes were fixed on Spike. They both knew he had forgotten just
as well. It was just Spike's name was on a card from a present. Then his
gaze turned to Darla. "Dear I am so sorry! You know how bad I am with
dates. Also you haven't mentioned you birthday since we circled our birthdays on the calendar,"
Angelus cried.
Spike stood there stunned. He had never heard Angelus, the leader of their
group make excuses for himself.
Drusilla looked over at Spike. She knew he wasn't used to seeing her Daddy
whine. She knew that he would do a lot for his Darla.
"Please! Don't give me that not remembering dates nonsense. The only dates
you remember are about yourself,' Darla stated. "Quick who did you kill
January 4, 1799?"
"Margaret Thompson"
"April 25, 1802?"
"A woman at a ball. Didn't quite catch her name. She was wearing a
beautiful blue necklac...ok. I get your point. Let me make it up to
you. Please!"
Darla grinned showing her fangs, "Don't worry you will."