Dearest Daddy:

Author's Note: I have read a lot of fan fiction about Drusilla and Angelus, but I was never completely satisfied by the ones I found. The vampire family relations are dark, twisted, and complex but I never saw Dru as the helpless victim she is so often cast as. I think that Angelus over looks her too often as well. He's too caught up in his love for Darla and male rivalry with Spike, to really pay much attention to Drusilla besides brushing her off as crazy. Yet she's proven throughout Angel and Buffy to be much more complex and dangerous then just crazy. Spike also sees more in her then just a crazy child, and I too believe there's more to her character. I wanted to write something different so I framed this as a letter from Drusilla to Angelus.

I don't need you daddy. And in the end you didn't expect to hear that, did you? Never did, you thought you where perfect in every way, always did, perfect daddy, and I was daddy's little girl, to do as daddy liked with, always, forever and ever. But I'm not. When you turned me, I was your plaything, to play with, as you liked, and daddy liked. But I'm strong, don't you see, stronger then you thought, then you ever thought. And I can do as I like daddy, as I please I will do.

I know what you thought daddy, I was for the taking, either Spike or you would have me, but did you really think I didn't choose, daddy? I did as I pleased, as I always did, and you, too blind to see that. I could walk way any time. Spike, my black prince, had the will to make me stay, but never you daddy. When I walked out that door, I left you and took Spike away too. I chose him, over you, I always will, but in the end I will go my way not his. Then I will leave him too.

You see Angelus, beautiful Angelus, you never had me, you had Darla, but never me. We fall, all fall away, and died. You could have my body, and you break my mind, but you never owned my heart, never held my soul. You gave my soul to the dark to eat, but in darkness or in light it was never yours. Next time I see you daddy, next time we meet, I will kill you. Don't you see? Darla couldn't and Spike couldn't, but I have the strength, and the will, and when we fight, you're not guarantied to win. I am your weakness, form the moment you saw me, but you have never been mine.

And in the end daddy. In the very end when the earth weeps and angels come down from heaven, I will survive, daddy. Not you, not grandmother Darla, not pretty Spike, but me.

I will remain, and go on.

All alone.