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Summary: Drusilla's request throws Spike for a loop; now there're fledglings in the warehouse wearing the faces of the Slayer and her best friend. "I want the pretty sunshine. Will you make her for me?"

Setting: AU from 'Halloween' (Season 2, Episode 6).

Rating: M

Pairings: Initial Sprusilla, eventual Spuffy.

Genre: Horror/Romance

Sunshine to Moonlight

Prologue

Drusilla took Miss Edith from the shelf of dolls, shushing the rest of them with a finger to her lips. "Shh, darlings! My William will see to it that we dance and play and sing with Sunshine in the moonlight. We'll have a grand ol' time, we will. It'll be a party, with the prettiest flowers in the valley." She sighed rapturously, covering her un-beating heart with her free hand. "Now, time for tea." She floated out of the room, a little shaky on her feet; she was still weak after the mob in Prague.

Spike was saying something to a minion of his; she didn't care for the images of the Slayer on the monitor, knowing that her usual methods would be of no trouble tomorrow night. She may have been mad, but she did know what her Spike was trying to do; it brought her great pleasure, knowing how devoted he was to making her well again. Her latest vision had, however, disturbed her.

"Miss Edith needs her tea." She called out to Spike, holding the doll with both hands and staring deep into her eyes.

He didn't take his eyes off the monitor. "C'mere, poodle." He held out a hand to her.

She lowered the doll and took the proffered hand. "Do you love my insides?" She pressed. "The parts you can't see?"

He switched his attention from the Slayer to her. "Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet." He assured her indulgently, looking back to the monitor. "That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again."

"Don't worry!" She murmured. "Everything's switching; outside to inside." She rounded behind him and hissed at his neck; "It makes her weak."

That tore Spike's attention away from the same fight he'd seen twenty times over. "Really?" He pressed. "Did my pet have a vision?"

A thought occurred to her. "D'you know what I miss?" She asked him. "Leeches."

Spike took her arms gently, under the elbow. "Come on," he goaded, "talk to Daddy. This thing that makes the Slayer weak?" He insisted, turning them gently in a circle. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow." She told him, bringing Miss Edith up to her chest.

"Tomorrow's Halloween." Spike argued. "Nothing happens on Halloween."

Drusilla had a ghost of a smile. "Someone's come to change it all." She lifted the doll to her ear to hear the whispers. "Someone new." She grinned.

"And who might that be, Pet?" He asked.

But she was bored of that topic. She pulled her arms free and took a few steps to the monitors, frozen on the image of the Slayer staking the vampire with the sign. "Spike? I want the pretty sunshine." She reached up and ran a finger over the Slayer's hair. "Will you make her for me?"

"You want me to turn the Slayer, luv?" Spike frowned. "Could be a mite dangerous. I was just gonna kill her and get her out of the way."

"I want to watch you do some gardening." She pouted. "Can you make me the pretty sunshine, Spike?" She whimpered. "And the one with the fire on top? Please? I want them. Miss Edith whispers to me…" she spun in a little circle, holding the doll at arm's length.

Spike had a vague recollection of the Slayer's redheaded friend. She would be easier to catch than the Slayer. "I can promise you the redhead, luv, but the Slayer…"

"Silly William." She came back and tapped his nose with her index finger. "Sunshine must be tamed, else we all float in the wind." She warned. "Sunshine is precious… too precious to fade away. Needs to be reflected and come out with the moon."

Spike frowned at the request. "Alright, ducks. You want the Slayer and Red, I'll get them for you." Her took her into his arms, kissing her left temple. "I'll sow the seed of the demon in them; and once you're well, the four of us will paint this town in blood." He grinned evilly.

Drusilla clapped rapturously. "Oh, it will be such a pretty party!"

Buffy woke up in the dark; she couldn't see a thing, but her arms and legs were chained to the wall to prevent much movement. She remembered being chased into a warehouse while she was stuck inside the mind of the 18th century girl – Spike had brained her with a heavy pipe while her friends struggled in the background; she'd expected to be killed. Why wasn't she dead? What did he want with her?

"Hullo, Sunshine." A weak voice called through the gloom.

"Who's there?" She heard another voice call out into the black.

"Willow?" Buffy squeaked.

"Buffy?" Willow sounded as if she were trembling. "Buffy, is that you?"

"Shh!" The first voice commanded. "There will be no tea if you're bad girls. All pretty flowers need to be watered first."

"I see our guests are awake." A light flickered on; Buffy spied Willow across the room, chained to another wall. Spike was leaning in the doorway with a smug smile plastered across his face. "What d'you think, pet?" He turned to the other vampire – Buffy thought she was a vampire. She was pale and fidgety, with purple bags under her eyes – "The Slayer or her friend, first?"

"The fire blinds." The dark-haired woman held up a hand to shield herself from Willow. "Put out the fire, Spike… make it into embers so it can catch again when we need to warm our bones."

"Red, it is." He grinned, shifting into game face. "Lucky you, sweetheart."

Willow screamed as Spike advanced on her; Buffy tried to pull her chains free, but only succeeded in rattling them as she looked on helplessly. "Spike!" She yelled. "I swear, you so much as lay a finger on her…!"

"Oh, don't worry, Slayer." Spike grinned through his fangs, sending a thrill of terror down her spine. "Red's gonna be just fine; she'll lose a heartbeat, but I bet she'll make a smashing vamp. You'll be lucky and follow in her footsteps, thanks to my Dru here."

"Oh, no!" Willow tried to insist. "I r-really wouldn't! I'd be a horrible vampire!"

"Hush!" Dru bopped her lightly on the nose. "You're ruining the lovely garden with such bright flames."

"Spike, you let us go or you are so dust!" Buffy hissed. "I dunno what your insane-o girlfriend told you, but there's no way you're getting us to swallow any of your blood!"

Spike fit into the space behind Willow, still in game face. He used his teeth to rip into the veins in his left wrist; Buffy watched as he used his good arm to pull Willow's hair, forcing her head to the side and exposing her neck. "I believe you're under the impression," he dipped a chaste kiss against Willow's jugular (Willow's panting morphed into hyperventilating), "that you have a choice. Drusilla wants you two turned, so turned you're gonna be. Lucky you; get to be her little pets. Maybe you'll even live to be a decade old."

And with that, he dipped his head down over Willow's neck again, fangs piercing her skin, and began to drink from her. When she cried out, he shoved his bleeding wrist against her teeth, forcing the blood into her mouth; she choked and gagged on it, desperately trying to reject the fluid, but she eventually swallowed on reflex. Buffy rattled her chains desperately as Spike drained her friend, forcing his blood down her throat. Eventually, Willow went limp.

Spike stepped back from Willow's body with a bloody grin. Stepping around the dead girl, he reached out to his girlfriend. Drusilla floated toward him and eagerly licked the excess blood from his lips before kissing him fiercely; Buffy rattled her chains like a wounded animal, ineffectively shielding her tears from her enemy. She didn't notice the two vampires in the centre of the room break apart until she felt Spike brush against her back.

She panicked, attempting to head butt Spike in a feeble effort to delay what now seemed inevitable. Drusilla growled at her as she advanced from the front. "May I take a sip, darling?" She asked Buffy, running a cold finger down the line of her jugular as Spike held her head tilted to the side. "Mummy liked the taste of fire and wonders if sunshine will be any sweeter."

"Go right ahead, Princess." Spike indulged his paramour, holding Buffy in a grip so tight she thought her head would fall off. "Just be sure and leave enough for me to turn her, luv."

There wasn't enough give in the chains for her to attempt to punch or kick the vampires on either side of her; she was helpless as Drusilla closed her lips against her throat and sank her fangs into her. The burning sting of the bite was just as she remembered it from when the Master bit her; she could feel the sucking sensation as Drusilla began to drain her.

It was over as quickly as it began; Drusilla backed off with a rapturous look on her face – eyes closed, head lolling backwards as if she were high. "Hurry, my darling." She urged. "Change her! Change her!"

Spike didn't need to be told again. It was much more painful to have him bite her than Drusilla; he didn't worry about being gentle – or maybe Dru was just weak? Either way, the pain was easily doubled.

She honestly didn't mean to swallow the blood. Much like Willow, she cried out in pain and had the bleeding limb thrust against her mouth. She felt the urge to vomit as the blood that came from his wrist flooded her senses, forcing its way down her throat and into her stomach. Eventually, she felt the world fade away as a numbness overcame her entire being.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't—