The scent of jasmine, night-blooming, was overwhelmed by the tang of blood as she hit the ground. Her eyes turned toward him. "Get up," he whispered.
"My Angel?" Dru asked as she raised herself off the ground.
The black lace of her dress tore under his fingers as he grabbed her shoulder, yanking her to him. He accused her, each word accompanied by a blow that send her head reeling from side-to-side. "You." Her her head flew left. "Ruined." He punched her again. "Everything." He threw her to the ground, and this time she did not look up. "What a pitiful, mewling thing you are. You don't even try to defend yourself."
When she heard his boots clicking against stone, stepping oh so far away, she looked up and whispered "Daddy" so quietly that even she didn't hear it.
As he vanished from her sight, beams of moonlight, as sharp as arrows, filled the room, piercing her skin but leaving no visible wounds. With little cries of pain, Dru scurried into a dark corner, where the light couldn't reach her. Pulling at one of the shafts in her leg, Dru screamed when the hooked barbs tore her skin but continued pulling until the shaft was in her hand. There was no wound although her leg was throbbing where the arrow had been. It quivered in her hand a moment and then flew toward the center of the room, where the light of the moon wasn't obscured by shadows, joining the other moonbeams darting around the room.
Dru had started to pull at a second arrow when hoofbeats thundered above the garden. While she'd been distracted with the arrow, the moonbeams had formed a huge path down which raced a horse, taller than Dru had ever seen and so white that it glowed against the night sky. Its hooves were silver, and its ears tipped with red crescents. Dru hissed when she saw its rider, Willow who wouldn't stay dead, dressed in the red black leather she'd favored after Angelus had turned her.
Disturbed by the presence of Angelus' other Childe, Drusilla focused on the arrows and had pulled out two more by the time she looked up to see Willow squatting next to her. "Moonlight changes everything," said the hateful voice. "Poor little lunatic, you thought you had the power because the moon governs madmen and fools, but there is a more ancient association; the moon rules terror and we both know whom terror belongs to." Drusilla yanked out an arrow and, before it could fly away, stabbed it into Willow's heart. As the nasty face vanished, the dust flew into Dru's eyes, blinding them.
When she could see again, Dru was running, hunting with Angelus. Poor Spike had been left behind, trapped in his wheelchair, but that wasn't right. He could stand; it was only a game he was playing, but she wasn't supposed to know that yet so Dru turned her attention to the hunt just in time to see red hair flip to one side as a face, as pale as the moon, looked behind to see how close the hunters were. Willow picked up her pace only to trip over a root, and Xander stopped to help but was too slow.
Angelus had taken Willow so Dru grabbed Xander, holding him tightly to her as he squirmed, trying to escape. Willow stood still as a statue, only her eyes moving as she tried to see Angelus, who held her from behind, without turning her head. "I had been planning on killing you," he said in a conversational tone, "after torturing you for a few days of course, but now it occurs to me that I might want to know what Buffy is planning."
Xander, still struggling to get away, obviously wasn't following Angelus' train of thought, Willow did though; she was a clever one. "You want us to spy on Buffy for you?" she asked as if she couldn't believe what she'd heard.
"Are you insane? We'd never narc on Buffy," Xander shouted.
"Not as humans, no," Angelus said, letting yellow bleed into his eyes. Willow started struggling. She really was very clever and deserved a reward for her erudition.
"Daddy," Dru said as she tugged Xander closer. "We should save this one for a special treat."
Angelus' smile showed his fangs. "You have an idea?"
"She'll be hungry when she wakes," Dru said, nodding toward Willow.
Willow's eyes grew wide for a moment and then she turned into a wild thing, well as wild as a human could get. She tried to kick backward at Angelus, but he just lifted her off the ground, tearing at her neck with his fangs.
Xander struggled in Dru's arms, shouting for help to the uncaring sky.