SPOILERS: Most of season five.. since I can't remember the show names..
CATEGORY: General
CONTENT WARNING: None really.. just little bits of romance.. sorry can't help it.
SUMMARY: Spike finds out about Drusilla's appearance in L.A. Should he go to Buffy?
AUTHOR"S NOTES: This is a series I'm thinking about making before the reruns stop.. and anytime you see these - - they mean thoughts, and these * * * mean change in scenery, okay? Enjoy..
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Angel watched as Drusilla drank from Darla, the sounds making him mad. When Drusilla pushed Darla to her bleeding breast the demon inside screamed with pleasure, but Angels soul screamed in torment. He was losing someone he cared about again.-no, not again,- Angel thought.
He fought with all he had against the ones who held his arms, but he was already weak from the Trials. He put on his game face and bit one of the hands holding him. With one arm free Angel punched the other masked man holding him. Lindsey, who was standing next to Angel, stepped back before Angel lunged for him. He saw Lindsey grip the stake he drew from his pocket, and he backhanded Lindsey into unconsciousness. Searing pain came through Angel's torso. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the masked man brandishing a gun. Angel flew at him before the others had time to shoot. Angel used the man as a shield for the bullets that flew at him. Using the gun that was dropped he shot the last of the living. He dropped the man and the gun, slowly turning towards Drusilla and a feeding Darla. Dru dropped Darla onto the bed and backed up into the motel room wall.
"Angelus, things are happening all over again, but now you have ruined the picnic" Dru said, pouting.- She never fails to confuse me- Angel thought before he grabbed her.
"What are you doing here, Dru?"
"What is wrong Angelus, haven't fed? You look sickly" she said completely calm despite the iron grip on her arms.
" Dru tell me why you are here!!" Dru laughed.
" Oh, he would taste like flowers, sweet." Dru nodded towards the unconscious Lindsey. Angel looked over his shoulder and he realized the answer to his question.
" Him? It's because of him you're here?" It made sense, Lindsey didn't want to see Darla die, anymore than he did. So in a twisted Lindsey way he found Drusilla and had her change Darla forever. Angel could have almost laughed, almost. He dropped Dru and grabbed the dead Darla from the bed. He knew she would wake in a day. Glancing outside before he made his escape, he threw Darla over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He'd have to hurry, the sun was coming up.
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Spike was watching Passions when Harmony finally woke up. He didn't want to talk to her. All she talked about was killing the Slayer. What made him even more depressed and mad was that he didn't want Harm to kill her.
"Spiky!" Harmony called from deeper in the crypt.
" You don't have to yell Harm, I'm sitting only a FEW FEET AWAY!!" Spike yelled the last few words. Harmony stepped from behind the curtain the separated the bed from the TV. She slid her arms down Spikes chest.
"What's wrong? Does my baby have something on his mind?" she said in a baby voice.
" No, Harm, I'd just like to watch my bloody Passions in peace"
" Aww. You're grouchy, did you eat today?"
" If you can call a bag of cold blood food," Spike was still sore about the chip in his brain. He could already feel a headache coming on. He never thought that a vampire could get headaches, but here he was rubbing his temples in hope to ease the growing pain. Harmony bounced around in her little nighty- huh, seems more like a dayie, Spike thought- getting dressed in the clothes she killed for. He tried to shut her out of his mind, determined that it was Harm who was giving him the headache, but when he closed his eyes he saw things.
At first there was the calming blackness that was beneath his eyes, then he saw Buffy, he remembered what she said the last night they "danced", then what she said later, when he was comforting her. He could see it happen all over again
"Is the chocolate too hot?" she asked when he took a drink and grimaced. It had scalded the roof of his mouth but he shook his head no. He smiled into the cup, as he thought of the first time he had hot chocolate. He was broken-hearted about Drusilla and Buffy's mom comforted him with hot chocolate, it was the first time he was invited in. Buffy took a seat next to Spike on the little bar in her kitchen.
" Thanks," Buffy said breaking the silence.
" Hm?" he inquired, she said it in such a quiet voice, he heard her but he wanted to savor it.
" I said thank you." Buffy said louder, exasperated because she knew he heard her. He didn't say anything but nodded.
Then, all of a sudden the image shattered into a million pieces. Spike was surrounded by red satin, fluttering in an unfelt breeze. In the distance he heard a scream, the scream was tormented, the scream was male. Spike turned around and was thrown into a different world.
He was in a motel room encompassed by masked soldiers. The air smelled of arrogance and fear. The first thing that he thought of was that he was caught again, but then he saw a familiar face enter.
"Dru?" Spike breathed, shocked at her appearance. Dru fixed her eyes on him and moved towards him. -She's strong- he thought as he looked deep into her eyes. But, she wasn't looking at him, he realized, Drusilla was looking past him. When Spike turned around he received another shock, two men were holding a screaming Darla.
" Now I know this is a dream, Darla's dead," he said to himself. He watched as Dru drank from Darla, and then open her chest for Darla to feast. Spike knew the ritual, it was what Dru had done to him when he was still alive. He was beginning to enjoy the scene before him. Pain suddenly seared through his head.
" OH, BLOODY HELL!!" he screamed as the chip in his head activated. " What now I can't even watch it?!" He heard a scream that was not his own. The scream from earlier. Spike spun around, dizzy, and saw Angel being held as he screamed "NO!" over and over. he could see the burn marks on Angel's chest and his hands were bleeding also. He watched as Angel broke from his captors and changed face to beat the hell out of everyone. Spike was getting dizzier by the moment. The room started spinning and Spike fell and fell.
Spike jumped out of the chair in which he fell asleep, disturbed by dreams he had.
"Spike!" Harmony yelled at him, " are you okay?"
"Yes, Harm, and I'm not bloody deaf either!" his head still hurt badly. Harmony came and was petting his face and smoothing his hair. Spike brushed her off, feeling suddenly too confined. he looked at Harmony, she was dressed for club dancing, as she liked to do during the weekends. "Where are you off to? It's still midday."
"Uh, no, it's like almost midnight," Spike was so thankful she had said this that he could have kissed her but he didn't. Grabbing his leather duster he was out the door. -Maybe some fresh air will clear my head- he thought.
To Be Continued....