Setting – Buffy. Anytime after S4's "Who Are You?" AU. Angel never left. Spike and Dru have a game planned for Buffy and Angel to play. -Co-Author: Mad Little Lamb-
Chapter 1
"Do you know where the slaya' is William? I don't want to be walking around for hours looking for her." Drusilla looked down at herself and could see the dress outlining her body that Spike had given her. She thought she looked good, and Spike thought she looked beautiful, but Drusilla wished she could see her face, and the rest of her body in a mirror. She had always wanted to see her reflection ever since she had been sired.
Spike stopped walking and looked at Drusilla. "Well, she's probably in this graveyard luv. She don't go far." He looked into her eyes and lifted her chin with his finger, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You look beautiful luv. You are the most beautiful one, you always will be. You can see it in my eyes. You know you can, you always said you could see everything when you looked into my eyes," and he smiled lovingly at her.
Stopping as well Drusilla looked back into his eyes. "I know I can see everything, but I can't see me. I look and I look but I just can't. I don't even exist anymore, but you make me feel like I'm real and that's all that matters." Drusilla slipped her hand into Spike's, lacing her fingers with his and started to walk towards the graveyard.
Walking he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "I wish you could see how beautiful you are," and he pulled her closer to him as he walked, holding her other hand tight.
They walked a bit in silence until Drusilla stopped with a sudden jerk and turned towards the other direction. "She's coming from that direction, I can feel it, she has a stake and other weapons that are fun to play with...can we hurt her Spike? O can we?"
Spike stopped when Drusilla did and grinned at her words, "Yes, we can!" and he grinned even more with a wicked glint in his eye. "Lead the way pet," and he gestured with his hand for her to go ahead so he could follow.
Drusilla smiled and walked towards the edge of the graveyard and saw Buffy and Angel walking hand in hand towards them. "Awww…how sweet. The slayer and our dear old Angelus. Wanna play with them?"
Spike grinned and looked at Drusilla, a gleam of excitement in his eyes, "Thought you'd never ask."
Drusilla smiled and walked out in front of Angel and Buffy and gave a cold smile. "Ello' dearys. How is everyone tonight?" She watched as Buffy pulled out a stake, cringing back a little in slight fear. "Spike I don't like sharp toys when I'm not the one in control."
Spike walked up beside Drusilla and stood next to her, wetting his lips lightly before he spoke, "Angelus. Slutty. Nice night for a walk I see. Me and Dru were just talking about you." He shifted his gaze and looked at Drusilla, "Weren't we luv?" Grinning he moved quick, his grin fading instantly, as if it wasn't even there, and then punched Angelus in the face, sending him flying back six feet. Turning his head, as if nothing had even happened he grinned at Buffy, with eyes like a predator accessing its prey.
"Spike, do you think we could take both of them home with us? I'm feeling like I wanna play with both of them. I've always liked to watch our Angelus bleed."
Drusilla walked up to Buffy, keeping her eyes on hers, making Buffy get lost in her eyes to the point where Buffy can't even move. The air seemed to calm around her and she spoke quietly, "She's lost in my mind Spike and there's no way out." Drusilla then laughed and looked at Spike with a soft smile.
Spike studied Angel's unconscious body. He turned back to Drusilla. "I think Peaches is out for the count."
He walked back to Dru and watched her with fascination. He shrugged one shoulder and spoke quietly, "We better move quick if we want to get him tied up before his great loaf wakes up."
He turned back to look at Angel, "Should 'av bought a wheelbarrow. He ain't exactly light. All that meat and no muscle," and he grinned for a few seconds. Turning back to Drusilla he looked at her questioningly, "Think you can keep her under your mojo long enough pet?"
Drusilla walked closer to Buffy and ran her fingers over Buffy collar bone, lost in thought. "Yes, that won't be a problem. Look at her flesh Spike, it's so warm and soft, I want to cut it up, turn it red and lick it up." Drusilla ran her tongue over her lips, turned her head and looked at Spike with a giddy smile.
Spike studied Drusilla for a minute with a glint in his eye, and then shrugged one shoulder, "Right you are then pet. Let's get them back, then I can watch you play," he grinned.
He walked over to Angel, looked down at him for a second and then kicked him hard in the head for good measure. He looked back over his shoulder at Dru. "Don't want his big loaf to wake up, do we?" He grinned, bent down and lifted Angel up and slung him over his shoulder. He staggered a bit and then righted himself, adjusting the weight evenly on his legs. "Bloody hell! He weighs a ton!" He walked over to Dru, "Come on then. Bring Slutty," and he started walking towards his crypt.
Drusilla smiled as she watched him struggle to lift Angel up. She looked at Buffy and clicked her tongue against the side of her mouth at her, like she was summoning a horse, and Buffy followed Drusilla. Cautiously she took the stake from Buffy's hand and walked behind Spike, humming herself a violent lullaby whose lyrics were never once the same.
"Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch."