Title: The Consequence of Sin
Author: Racheal Owens
Rating: 13-15 Includes some death and violence.
Summary: S/D and A/D get up to no good in London. Pre Buffy and Angel.

Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The characters of Spike, Drusilla, Angel and Darla and the mythology in general are Joss Whedon's creation. They belong to him, not me.

If you looked around the street at this time of night you wouldn't see much of interest. The houses lay in shadow, quietly waiting for life to continue as it normally does in the morning. At the windows all curtains were drawn and the occasional candle flickered as it began to die away. In the safety of their houses children would be asleep dreaming carelessly, parents would sigh with content as they slept. Young lovers would embrace, as their sleep was filled with thoughts of the other. Lives that were childishly romantic. Humanity at its weakest…miserable existence.

It was a cold and lonely night; the streets were deserted apart from the few young male students who had stayed out perhaps a little too long, or the late night travellers going to or from business. However these were few and far between. Most people knew that to venture out in the dark night streets of London alone was dangerous; and a dark night it was. The skies were heavy and black and were gently spilling drops of water. The moon hung low and shone it's dim light over the bit of town it managed to reach.

Disturbing the silence a young women crossed the road, smiling to herself and rejoicing in the gentle rain fall.

"It sings to me," she called as a young blonde man emerged from the shadows.

"Come back under the shelter pet," his voice was low and full of affection for the women. "You'll get your pretty dress all wet."

"But Spike," she protested turning round and smiling at him, "It's calling me…it's telling me all kinds of secrets."

As the girl continued to enjoy the rain a distant noise grabbed the man's attention, the noise got closer. He ran into the road and scooped the young women into his arms and stood on the other side of the street. Just as he had done this, a horse and carriage trotted onto that very road and stopped right beside the couple.

A young girl no older than six or seven stepped out of the carriage. Her long golden hair floated around her shoulders, her blue eyes widened as she saw Spike and Drusilla; as she walked towards them, drawn by Drusilla's own misty eyes, her virginal white gown dragged along the ground ever so slightly.

"Do you like the rain?" Drusilla asked, her voice turning chillingly innocent as though she were only a child herself. "If you sing to it, it tells you a story." She continued despite the emptiness in the girl's eyes.

The child's Father stepped out of the coach and called to his daughter;

"Sara… Come inside…"

She turned and looked at her Father.

"I'm coming now Daddy." Her voice was smooth and enchanting.

She looked at the couple again and smiled. As her Father waited impatiently she took a long chain out of her pocket, on the end of it hung a large silver cross. Delicately she placed it around her neck. "Goodnight." She whispered and walked into her house.

Another couple now appeared behind Spike and Drusilla.

"She's a special child." The man spoke, he had a soft Irish voice.

The blonde woman snaked her hand up the man's back. "I could sense her from here." Her voice was silky. "She's nothing we need to bother with we've more important things to do while we're here." With this the couple disappeared almost as quickly as they had arrived. Spike turned to go but Drusilla was still captured by the little girl's presence.

"Night, Night my dear." She still spoke in her innocent voice.

"Spike…?" she turned around ready to leave at last. Her pretty face changed as the demon in her showed it's true face, and in an instant, her voice lost all innocence, and was replaced by a bloodthirsty chill.

"I'm hungry…"

As morning dawned over the sleepy town the atmosphere was transformed. The streets that had previously been shadowed with darkness and laced with caution and fear were now bright and inviting. Curtains were open and families would be sitting down. Children would be skipping off to school and no one would know how close they had come to being cured that night…cured of the thing they called life…something they clung so dearly to…fools…

In a deserted street in an old empty house a young woman stirred and sat up in her bed, she reached for the sheet and pulled it around her. She had no need to; in the bed sleeping next to her was the man she loved above all else - he knew every line and every curve of her body, he knew her mood from the tone of her voice and the whisper of her eyes. Also she couldn't feel the cold… she was a demon, a creature of the night, a vampire. She lay back down and smiled while wriggling a little as the man who slept beside her ran two fingers up and down her back and then over her stomach. He settled his hand there and gently began to stroke her smooth creamy white skin.

"Are we feeling better?" his voice was low and husky as he whispered into her ear before nibbling her ear lobe causing her to wriggle a little more.

Drusilla turned onto her side and shook her finger at Spike.

"Naughty Spike…ssshhhhhh. You'll wake the pretty girl." She moved her finger down over his lips.

Spike smiled and let his head fall back a little. "The girl's dead pet." He paused looking at the young girl that lay motionless in one corner of the dark room; amused he added,

"We ate her."

Drusilla then smiled herself showing her perfect white teeth and put her own two hands over the top of Spike's as they lay on her stomach.

"I can still taste her now…her skin hummed with fear…it was delicious." She slowly drew one of her long thin fingers to her lips and licked it as if it was still covered in blood.

"Want to taste?" she asked Spike innocently.

Spike smiled again.

"You know I always want to baby."