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Special thanks to my betas Sean and Maya. Also to Meg and Rob who stood by and waiting while the story was written.

"White rabbit," Drusilla cooed to a bundle of blankets. From far away you might have thought the bundle to contain her prized doll Ms.Edith, but upon closer inspection you would discover the bundle to be moving.

"Funny little Alice, chase the white rabbit."

This was the child of Drusilla and Spike, another child of prophecy perhaps? Spike had come upon Drusilla a year back when he was still working for Wolfram and Hart, a twisted organization in itself. Mind you, Angel never did change the company. He was lucky to survive the battle he had started in the first place. From the beginning of the encounter she could smell his soul, it made her insides twist with disgust. He was still a lost cause, first Buffy and now a curse of a soul. A quick night of nostalgic passion and a miracle in question left the maddening woman with a child. She had named her Alice when she was born, for the visions that haunted her of her baby falling into a hole in the ground. Alice herself grew up as any child would, though being raised by her mother left her thoughts mixed up, often talking to the air and seeing things on occasion. She was haunted by a man with bleached hair in her dreams every night. She could read, mind you not too well. School was never part of the girl's life. Spike knew nothing of this child Drusilla was raising, and she knew nothing of him. Occasionally stopping by, Drusilla was quick to hide Alice telling her it was a game to hide from the good man, telling her his light would burn her skin. She did this out of fear, fear that his soul might infect poor Alice, or even worse, kill her. When questions about Alice's absent father would come up, Drusilla ignored Alice for weeks, turning to her dolls for comfort and stopped feeding. Alice never needed blood to live, though she would often crave it. At times she would feed on humans with her mother, along with growing her own set of fangs. Alice learned to keep her mother happy. She could not ask about her father, or the man she would dream of.

Nineteen years had passed since she was first born into the world. The doctors had cut her from her mother's stomach believing Drusilla to be dead, while the baby still alive inside. Drusilla took the baby and ran after they were done with the two of them. Darla had met a sad fate with Conner, staking herself to save him. Drusilla was becoming more and more upset over her daugther's aging. 'How could the world give me this gift just to let it wither and die like a common flower?' So she held onto hope for that when she matured her aging would slow, or better yet, stop. Alice had every other power of the vampires, and she could even bathe herself in sunlight without turning to dust. She just could not bare to lose her little white rabbit.

"Where's my father?"Alice spoke softly. She was in their 'home,' an old factory that had been made home over the years. With a slightly gothic-victorian look once you got into the place.

Drusilla frowned, the subject made her mind race to thoughts of their deaths at the hand of the souled Spike. "I told you no, no, no, Ms.Edith is unhappy. That stained vampire, deadly hurtful..." She took her doll into her arms rocking back and fourth now trapped inside herself.

Alice sighed herself a riddle again. Her mother was all about playing mind games with her and their victims. Once she had toyed with a little sick boy, and then viscously killed him and put his eyes in a jar claiming they had to be in a special place. "Please... I want to meet him... I want to know why he will burn; why he doesn't care..."

"He has a stained mind, the light in his chest... He'll hurt us, change us, hide..." She vamped out, turned to the air, and hissed viscously.

Alice pushed her hair behind her ears, she had long dark hair like her mothers. Eyes that gazed with wonder, though they were a match set to the blue of Spike's. She had more defined cheeks bones than her mother's, accounting that to her father has well. She was slender and stood at 5'6. "Mommy..." she said, as she bit her lower lip. She looked to the windows, it must have been 6pm. "Dinner?"

"No!"Drusilla screamed angrily.

"Maybe you can find a little boy, maybe another with blue eyes?"Alice said hoping the gamble of another set of eyes to add to the jar would cox her out of her state.

Drusilla laughed, "yes." She rose quickly walking over to the jar and shook it. "A few more, and things will be clearer."

"Yes, Mommy..."Alice smiled happily as the two headed out into the night.

It didn't take long for the pair to find a park. Alice sped ahead noticing a small child that had begun to get weary from his day of playing. She flashed a delighted smile at her mother. Drusilla clapped wildly. She whispered something to herself and then looked to Alice. She nodded and disappeared for a moment returning with a child kicking the air and struggling to get free from her arms. Drusilla looked upon the child, making sure he looked right.

"Blue stars..."Drusilla smiled and patted the boy on the head.

"Eat Mommy. Please..."Alice said as she passed the child over to her mother.

A British voice cut in. "Sorry luv, but no snacks after dinner."

Drusilla let out a high pitched scream of fear and pain. Throwing the child into the wind and grabbing Alice's hand. "Run into the hills!" She jerked Alice forward.

"Got your self another childe, Dru?" the voice asked as he came out from his spot. "Guess you don't fancy me anymore," he chuckled.

Alice looked at the man oddly. He was wearing a black trench coat, and the colourings to match the coat in clothing. His hair was bleached and his eyes were blue.

"His light will burn, Alice!" Drusilla said trying to get her daugther to come out of shock.

"That's not a very nice thing to say." He shook his head, "Should have known you'd be the reason for all of these kids' deaths. Should have staked you and put you out of your misery."

Alice bubbled with rage, this man just threatened her mother. "Don't you dare!" She then hissed and flashed her fangs.

"That's not 'bout to scare me little girl," he chuckled again as he morphed into a vampire face in retaliation.

Drusilla hissed to Spike. "Stay away! You can't have her!"

Spike cocked an eyebrow Drusilla sure did care for this childe. "Dru..."

Drusilla charged at him as she vamped out knocking him down. Alice rushed to her mother's side, knocking her off the vampire.

"Bloody hell! You crazy bird!" Spike frowned as he got up slowly. He got a whiff of the girl and his eyes drew wide.

Drusilla grabbed Alice by the hand again and the two sped off into the night. Alice was scared "This man was the one I dreamt about, he was a vampire too, but why did he want to kill us?" Spike stood still, Angel had sent him down this way to check out why so many children had been disappearing. He had figured it was Drusilla up to her tricks. He had visited her just a few years ago around the same area as the children being murdered. Angel had managed to open another Angel Investigations and he figured he might as well just work for him. Buffy didn't want him back, that was for sure. Buffy Summers had settled herself away from everyone in some Watcher Council gig. He was too tired to care anymore, he was almost a hundred and fifty, and lonely at that. That girls' smell reminded him of Conner, and of him and Dru. He was scared. 'What had Dru been up to? Was she messing around with magics?' The girl had a heart beat, it had been pounding in his ears since the minute he said he should have put Dru out of her misery. The girl, she smelled like family, he knew that for sure. He paused, recalling everything that had happened from the first point that he had sensed Dru.

He watched the girl take the boy and run off into the bushes. He had followed her to see where she was taking him, but then he had spotted Drusilla. She gave the kid the once over. Guessing she was looking for something special.

"Blue stars.." Drusilla smiled and patted the boy on the head.

"Eat Mommy. Please..."Alice said as she passed the child over to her mother.

A british voice cut in."Sorry luv, but no snacks after dinner."

He stopped the mini movie in his brain. "Eat Mommy. Please..."

"Bloody hell!" he screamed into the night. Spike ran a hand through his gelled hair freeing a few locks of curls. He knew where she was and he was going to get to the bottom of this. By the time Spike had made it to the factory, he began to wonder if she would pack up and leave. 'Surely she'd at least stay with the bloody kid around, she needs a home and all..'

From inside Drusilla was at war inside herself. She felt like everything had turned to mess. Spike was there and he had threatened her. He smelled Alice, and he knows. She lay on the floor sobbing as Alice looked down on her.

"Mommy please."Alice rubbed her mother's back. "Shouldn't we go? He knows we're here?"

Drusilla shook her head viciously, "he knows! He burned holes in your arms and is spreading like a disease! He'll never stop!"

Alice looked at her arms knowing she can't see the burns herself but knowing that they were there. "Oh, Mommy, I'm sorry..."she began to cry. She then sensed the british man entering their home. She pulled her mother towards her and then under the stair case to the next level. She watched him walk around the factory looking over pictures and drawings, furniture and clothing. 'This was the man I was told to hide from. This was the man from my dreams, and this was the man that could be my father.' Drusilla hugged Alice tightly, knowing that Spike knew they were there. Alice knew too.

"Drusilla?"Spike sniffed the air. The whole place smelled of the two girls. He looked at a bookcase wryly noticing the jar and blue eyes. "I see you've been keeping busy." He was talking to her even though she was hiding. "She's mine isn't she?"

Drusilla let an unmuffled cry loose. Alice quickly covered her mother's mouth. "Mommy!" letting a whispered warning go.

Spike knew where they were for sure now. Their scents had mixed him up but the sound had let him know. He was out of practice, he should have been able to find them by their smell alone.

Drusilla ran from Alice to the open living room. "Go!" she screamed like a banshee.

Spike watched Drusilla. She was like any other mother protecting it's young. "Dru, please I'm not going to hurt her."

"You already poisoned her with your light! She was mine, you made her full of holes! Your soul's light is eating her up and burning her alive!" Drusilla was revering madly. Alice backed away further into her hiding spot, until her back hit the wall and her side hit metal. "His soul?"she whispered to herself.

"Bloody hell, Drusilla! My soul can't do a thing to her! It curses me, not my daugther. You've completely lost it," Spike said frustrated, trying to sense Alice's heart beat.

"Your soul infects everything! Both you and Daddy! Go away, she's mine. I'll fix her myself. Myself!"

"She's not a broken doll... She is a living breathing hu...vam..... girl!"

"You don't understand her. I do, I didn't die like Darla, I'm stronger and she's mine!" Drusilla began to cry. She was going to lose her girl to him, she fell to her knees, covering her face from him. "You're going to kill us..."

"Pet..."Spike sucked in and sighed heavily. "I wouldn't kill you. You should know that by now." He felt defeated inside. He would never kill Drusilla or what seemed to be his child. He sat down on the black sofa and looked at Dru who was shaking like a leaf.

Alice looked on onto Drusilla and then onto Spike, nervous that he might be lying.

"And just because I have a soul doesn't mean I'm all self-righteous, and a ponce like Angel." He rubbed his head.

Drusilla whipped her eyes and stared up at Spike. "Your light... It's burning me. The jar didn't make things clearer... Not enough eyes to see." She paused and looked over to the stair case. Alive..." she made a beckoning motion with her right hand. She didn't want Spike to have her but she didn't know what else to do. 'Maybe just a peek at her will make him happy, and he'll leave us to be to hunt and play.' "Just a peek at her, then back in with her box."

Spike could only nod to Drusilla as he watched her daugther come out from the under the stairs. She looked as much like Dru as himself. Noting her eyes and cheekbones to himself, her body shaped and height to Dru. He noticed the pearl cameo necklace that hung around her neck had once been a present to Dru from him. "She's..beautiful, Dru." He smiled, suddenly feeling rather proud.

Drusilla smiled, blindly happy that Spike was pleased and not in the killing mood. Alice stood still unsure how to take this. Drusilla sat in a chair across from Spike, Alice decided to take the seat next to her mother. So many questions ran through Spike's mind, so many simple things a father should know.

"Alice... rig-ht?" Spike choked out nervously.

"Yes... and you?"Alice stared uncomfortably into eyes that matched hers.

Spike looked at Drusilla, 'She never told her a thing 'bout me..' "Spike. How old are you?"

"I've been living for 19 years."Alice played her fingers.

"She's withering like a flower.."Drusilla's face became saddened. "It's not fair."

Spike understood, but also felt cheated out. Dru could have told him about his girl, he had a right to know. He missed some of the best moments. Now he knew how Angel felt about Conner.

Alice looked down feeling ashamed, she wasn't a vampire or a human, and she would grow older and older while her mother and father lived on.

"I..." Spike sighed. He didn't know what to say. He watched Conner grow older and get married and have children. "I wish I could have.. been here for you.. I wish I had of known you were living.. I would have been there if I had of known.." he linked his fingers together.

"Mommy didn't trust you, that's why."Alice's face hardened a little and then softened. "Your soul doesn't seem that scary.."

"All the joy was dying inside Alice..." Drusilla silently punished herself for not speaking to Alice of Spike. She was still twisted with disgust from the soul that burned her and her daugther. But Spike's aurora bled loneliness and pain. It smelled so good, he smelled like William again, there was no trace of Buffy on him. This pleased Drusilla to no end, and her mouth curved into a smile.

"You're really.. my Daddy?"Alice asked nervously.

"I guess I am." Spike smiled proudly.

"I'm.. glad.."Alice breathed in Spike's scent deeply, taking it to memory. She finally had a father, a name to call the figure that haunted her dreams.

"You're. .just like William again.." Drusilla sighed and then smiled. "But William had his wicked ways at times."

Spike frowned upon being called by his human name. He was so pathetic before but if Dru was seeing him in a more likeable light, then it was fine by him. For now this would do, until maybe one day they could be a family.