Los Angeles, 1981
The excessive wailing and crying was grating on Spike oversensitive ears as was the stark whiteness of the large enclosed sterile room on his poor vampiric eyes. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he'd kill them all now, and get it over with. If he didn't love her as much as he did, he wouldn't be here in search for the goddamned poofter. If he didn't bloody well love his lady, he'd have killed his masochist sire years ago.
So here he was, ambling along rows of newborn babes, with their tiny feet, chubby hands, and huge useless heads. Dru was fluttering around, looking for the chosen among the few, her darkness a harsh contrast to the innocence surrounding her. They needed ten young, healthy baby girls to complete the spell. Ten of these little terrors wouldn't make it through the night. At least that was a blessing; rid the world of a few more females. Bloody lovely.
Drusilla was rocking a sobbing child against her unbeating heart, cuddling and coddling, cooing and cawing, terrorizing the tiny thing to a point of… well terror. When she couldn't make the child scream any louder, she'd pass her to one of their ten accompanying minions with stern orders not to take a bite. What? Did you expect Spike and Drusilla to carry the little accidents on their own?
Spike tired shortly of the wailing routine and took to amusing himself. (Not that kind of amusement you perverts!) He peeked over the crib of a young boy and shifted into game-face. The child started screaming louder than anything Dru even dreamed of causing. Spike smirked. There was something primitively evil about deliberately making a baby cry. The air of innocence and baby powder was making him hungry for the fresh blood the babies had to offer… like fresh cookies all warm and gooey out of the oven. He reached for the lad. Then, not pleased by the raucous her neighbor was causing, the baby in the next crib over started bawling as well and he disregarded the snack. Spike, feeling all manly for making one baby cry, sauntered a few feet over, shifting back to his normal façade.
His starting blue eyes met new-born blue. He shifted. Bang! Evil!Spike! The babe gurgled and giggled in delight. Spike tried it again. She raised a tiny chubby hand and grabbed at him. He was bemused with this tiny creature. It figured he found the one defective baby. She grasped at him again and he unwittingly reached down and removed her from the crib.
Cradling her head in his strong arms, the big bad felt his tough exterior going down the drain. Fighting back, he snarled down at the minute girl. She cooed back, a little bit of drool escaping from the corner or her pretty lips.
"Bloody Hell!" He dabbed at it with the corner of his sturdy leather duster. She caught the soft dirty material in her surprisingly strong fist and brought it to her mouth. Spike tried to pull it away from her.
"What is it Spike? Have the little cherubs told you their futures yet?"
Ignoring his dark queen, he peered down. A cherub! That's exactly what she was. He glanced over at Dru, who was in a serious conversation with one of the babies. Glad she was otherwise occupied, he flicked the tiny nameplate off the little girl's bassinette and replaced it with the still shrilly screaming boy's. The girl had his duster in her vise-like grasp and was sucking on its precious fabric.
"Hey now! No, don't do that. It's all yucky and germy, and you could get sick." Shocked that he cared, he shoved the cherub back into her crib and sauntered over to the many minions. "Oi! You with the hair and crooked teeth. Move out, we're done here." One of the minions grabbed the little boy with the feminine nameplate, and Spike smirked, glad he had succeeded in foiling Angel's return and his little cherub's demise.
Prowling a few feet behind the marching minions and a swaying Dru, Spike cockily grabbed one of the nearby babies and quickly drained its blood. Throwing it aside, he glanced once more into the reflective white room and wiped his mouth. "Goodbye 'lizabeth."
For no self respecting mother would call her daughter Buffy, it had to be short for something.
And with a swirl of his duster, he reentered the carnage of the hospital corridor and vacated the premises, never completely forgetting about the strange young girl who held his heart for such a short time.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, Joss, will you bear by children?
Summary: Spike and Dru, scourge of Europe, bring their Big Bad attitudes and psychotudes over to NA in search of Angel. What Spike finds instead is the foundation to his future relationship with Buffy.