Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments or Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel.
Warnings: Violence, character death, and insanity. Some character bashing. Spoilers for Angel: Not Fade Away and the BtVS season finale. Spoilers for City of Glass.
Bloody Nephilim
Drusilla loved (yes, loved, no matter what that nasty Slayer said) her knight well enough. He was horrid and used to come home absolutely dripping in blood and gore. He had also protected her for a century. But her Spike was gone-gone once because of sparking and pain, gone twice because of a little green bit, and gone thrice for a blonde Slayer and crawling light that burned her childe to ash. He'd come back only to dust before she could reach him. She'd found dust, a blue lady who had looked at her strangely, and Daddy who smelled like Irish whisky and thrumming heartbeats. Then she left the City of Angels because there weren't any real angels there. She'd had a Daddy but he left her, a Grandmum/Daughter who'd combusted but then she'd found her again, and her White-Black Knight who'd fallen in love with the wicked(good) step-mum. Never mind the past. She had a real angel now.
She actually had several choices for her angel. There was the obvious choice-the brash, golden one who looked like all the icons of angelic beings and had enough anguish and torment to twist his morals. He could have infiltrated cities, seduced princesses(besides herself), and would have burned the world-burned it to ash resembling her beautiful Will-and ash itself wasn't pretty. Ash wouldn't make Liam burn for living while her childe disintegrated.
The red-haired girl has artist's hands. They craft the words of heaven and make Dru's eyes tingle uncomfortably (it feels nice). Her gift is not to be damned.
The tall dark haired girl has potential that outstrips the golden boy. She has the same passion of her knight, the same strange craving for both blood and life. She would wrap the world around with her electrum wire and squeeze until everyone was screaming her name. She was lovely; raven hair and dark eyes that hinted at sin. She, of course, was already claimed by the strange fledging who could walk in sun and Miss Edith said he would be important so leave the pretty girl alone.
She had overlooked the other boy before the stars had whispered nasty things about him. He was quiet and lacked the fortuitous passion that drove the others to slaughter demons. But then she watched him closer and listened to what the stars were saying about the tall angel. She shuddered at the vision even as she smiled. Liam would pay for murdering her family, taking her (barely there) sanity, and her Will. Grandmum will be pleased- she likes Dru well enough but only with a restrainer (Daddy, her wicked Spike, the silly lawyer with the oh-so pretty face). This one has a pretty, pretty face too like the Grecian sculptures and he is their protector. Alexander, like the Slayer's pet except much, much more defender than oblivious, boring tagalong.
He's empty, a hollow doll in the midst of the sparkly, full bodies-she hates, hates when things are full with the exception of the tantalizing elixir she consumes so he's perfect. Even Spike wasn't as near to falling off the edge as this boy. Liam will scream for them.