Disclaimer: Characters belong to Mutant Enemy, the great Joss Whedon, and
Fox TV. I wish they did belong to me, but alas *sigh*, they do not. Kindly
do not sure me, as I am terrified of what magnitude of a lawsuit you could
file. Thank you.
A/N- I saw one fic like this, and I thought 'Why not do my own version of this?' So, I did!! Hope you all like it!!
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The Initiative had captured her. Her and Spike had a fight earlier, and she was surprised he had not come looking for her yet. But, she was convinced he'd come, he always had, but Miss Edith had other opinions.
-He doesn't love you anymore, he's abandoned you!-
"Hush, naughty little Miss Edith. When my William comes back for us, I shall tell him everything that you say." Drusilla scolded, wagging one finger in front of the blonde-haired doll's ceramic face.
-I told you that daddy would leave, and he went and got a spark inside him, and he loved the slayer! Don't you see, I'm right!-
"HUSH! You lie again, disobedient Miss Edith." Drusilla screamed, trying to drown out the doll's horrid whispers.
-You should listen to me more often, Drusilla; I know things that even the stars won't tell you...-
"NO!! NO NO NO!! I won't listen anymore, Miss Edith!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, alerting one Riley Finn, or Iowa, as a few called him.
"Hostile 17?" he said cautiously, peering into one window of the vampiress's cell. "Are you alright? The chip is functioning, isn't it?" he asked.
"The electricity pulses through me, it feels like when daddy would press the wicked crosses to my skin, how he played with me," she said with a small sigh.
"Er...good." Riley said uneasily, not sure how to respond.
"FINN!!" Walsh called from the main office, and Riley immediately slid from the window to the office. "Yes?" he asked. "That doll of hers must be confiscated, you know the laws, Iowa. Go get it from her, but do not, I repeat, DO NOT look her in the eyes, you understand? Also, give her dinner." Dr. Walsh explained, handing Riley a large plastic bag to slide the doll in once in his possession and a large blood bag, injected with a sedative.
"Great..." he muttered under his breath, taking the bag reluctantly and heading back toward Drusilla's cell, keys in hand.
"Ten little soldiers all in a line, one shot rings out, then there was nine..." she hummed, rocking Miss Edith back and forth. She noticed Riley heading toward her confined cubicle and looked up, staying silent.
"Walsh ordered me to get your doll, slide it over toward me." He ordered, keeping his eyes to the ground.
"No, she wants to stay with mummy." Drusilla replied, clutching her beloved doll tightly to her chest. "And she has a name, you know."
"And what would that name be?" Riley asked.
"Her name is Miss Edith."
"Fine then, can I have Miss Edith?" he asked with a light groan.
"No, she's cross with you, cross with all of the people in this place. And she's hungry..." Dru said, turning away from Riley.
"Look, just give me th-Miss Edith and I'll give you some dinner..."he offered, sighing.
"Silly boy, "she replied, giggling. "You'll have to come in and get her..." she taunted.
*Okay Riley, you can do this, just don't look her in the eyes, you can get through this...* He thought to himself as he rummaged around in his pocket for the key, and raised it to the lick with trembling hands. Once he was able to slide the key in and turn it, he pushed the heavy door open, cautiously stepping inside.
A/N-Okay, review now if you want to see more!! I'll be glad to continue if the public is interested.
A/N- I saw one fic like this, and I thought 'Why not do my own version of this?' So, I did!! Hope you all like it!!
^*^*^*^*^
The Initiative had captured her. Her and Spike had a fight earlier, and she was surprised he had not come looking for her yet. But, she was convinced he'd come, he always had, but Miss Edith had other opinions.
-He doesn't love you anymore, he's abandoned you!-
"Hush, naughty little Miss Edith. When my William comes back for us, I shall tell him everything that you say." Drusilla scolded, wagging one finger in front of the blonde-haired doll's ceramic face.
-I told you that daddy would leave, and he went and got a spark inside him, and he loved the slayer! Don't you see, I'm right!-
"HUSH! You lie again, disobedient Miss Edith." Drusilla screamed, trying to drown out the doll's horrid whispers.
-You should listen to me more often, Drusilla; I know things that even the stars won't tell you...-
"NO!! NO NO NO!! I won't listen anymore, Miss Edith!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, alerting one Riley Finn, or Iowa, as a few called him.
"Hostile 17?" he said cautiously, peering into one window of the vampiress's cell. "Are you alright? The chip is functioning, isn't it?" he asked.
"The electricity pulses through me, it feels like when daddy would press the wicked crosses to my skin, how he played with me," she said with a small sigh.
"Er...good." Riley said uneasily, not sure how to respond.
"FINN!!" Walsh called from the main office, and Riley immediately slid from the window to the office. "Yes?" he asked. "That doll of hers must be confiscated, you know the laws, Iowa. Go get it from her, but do not, I repeat, DO NOT look her in the eyes, you understand? Also, give her dinner." Dr. Walsh explained, handing Riley a large plastic bag to slide the doll in once in his possession and a large blood bag, injected with a sedative.
"Great..." he muttered under his breath, taking the bag reluctantly and heading back toward Drusilla's cell, keys in hand.
"Ten little soldiers all in a line, one shot rings out, then there was nine..." she hummed, rocking Miss Edith back and forth. She noticed Riley heading toward her confined cubicle and looked up, staying silent.
"Walsh ordered me to get your doll, slide it over toward me." He ordered, keeping his eyes to the ground.
"No, she wants to stay with mummy." Drusilla replied, clutching her beloved doll tightly to her chest. "And she has a name, you know."
"And what would that name be?" Riley asked.
"Her name is Miss Edith."
"Fine then, can I have Miss Edith?" he asked with a light groan.
"No, she's cross with you, cross with all of the people in this place. And she's hungry..." Dru said, turning away from Riley.
"Look, just give me th-Miss Edith and I'll give you some dinner..."he offered, sighing.
"Silly boy, "she replied, giggling. "You'll have to come in and get her..." she taunted.
*Okay Riley, you can do this, just don't look her in the eyes, you can get through this...* He thought to himself as he rummaged around in his pocket for the key, and raised it to the lick with trembling hands. Once he was able to slide the key in and turn it, he pushed the heavy door open, cautiously stepping inside.
A/N-Okay, review now if you want to see more!! I'll be glad to continue if the public is interested.