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 2
Spike clenched his jaw as he walked. "Damn poof," and he hit Angel in the back of his head with his fist.
After ten minutes of listening to Drusilla repeat the same song over and over again he finally snapped. He turned around sharply and gritted his teeth, "Bloody hell Dru. That ain't helping. Peaches weighs a ton!" and he knocked on his head with his fist. He looked at Dru and shook his head, "Sorry luv. Not your fault his brains are in his yard wide shoulders. Come on," he turned and carried on walking and mumbling to himself.
Drusilla pouted a bit as Spike told her to shut up, but she knew Spike couldn't handle a lot of the same nonsense that came from her mouth. Drusilla smiled almost dreamily and walked behind him, hearing him mumbling to himself, but not really taking any notice. Instead of completely shutting up Drusilla sang a different song that was more then a couple of words.
"Can't even shout, can't even cry..."
Spike shook his head as he walked and smiled. He really did love Drusilla to bits and little tiny pieces. "To eyeballs and entrails my dear," he said more to himself than anyone else. He stopped a couple of times, to shift Angel's weight to his other shoulder, before he carried on walking again.
Once he saw his crypt up ahead he started to quicken his pace. "Come on pet," he called over his shoulder, glancing behind him briefly.
Drusilla turned around to see Buffy still lost in a trance and following her. She smiled like a child and took Buffy's hand.
"They're gonna make great dollies. Aren't they my sweet?"
Spike answered Drusilla through gritted teeth, "Yes they are pet. Great dollies for you."
Spike used the side of Angel's body and pushed his crypt door open.
Drusilla followed Spike into his crypt and sat Buffy down on the bed, and watched as he brought Angel further into the crypt. "Heavy?" Drusilla said, teasing Spike, cocking her head to the side.
Once inside he dropped Angel down onto the ground so he landed with a thud. He scowled down at him and then looked up at Drusilla. "What? No!" and he kicked Angel hard in the stomach.
Spike went over to his weapons chest and took out a long heavy chain and two sets of shackles. He took the chain and linked it through the iron ring that was embedded in the far side of the wall. He went back to Angel and placed one set of shackles around his wrists. The other set he attached around his ankles. He dragged Angel over to the wall. He threaded the chain through the middle of the shackles and pulled the chain until Angel was in an upright position. He then linked the chain above the ring and attached it to the hook in the wall above it. He stood back and grinned at the sight before him, knowing Angel would only be able to move a few inches in either direction. He turned back to Dru with a smirk on his face. "What you gonna do with Slutty?"
Drusilla walked over to Angel and smiled at the sight of him being chained up. She remembered when Darla used to use chains on Angelus but Angel will not enjoy what Drusilla is going to be doing to him. She turned and walked over to the weapons chest, grabbing another set of chains. "Spike, can you chain her up for me? You're better at it then I am," and she gave a him a little girls pout that she knew Spike couldn't resist. "Pretty please?"
Spike looked up into the air briefly and clenched his jaw. He looked back at Drusilla. Damn pout got him every time. He slumped his shoulders in resignation, "Ok, but you have to hold her up. I ain't touching her!" and he scowled.
He shackled her up exactly the same way he had done to Angelus. Except he attached her to the opposite side of the room, where there was a similar ring and hook embedded in the wall.
He walked back to stand at Drusilla's side, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He looked into her eyes and ran a finger down her cheek. Grinned at her with a wicked glint in his eye he raised both of his eyebrows, "It's play time pet. Play nicely with the boys and girls," and he smacked her bottom lightly.
Drusilla smiled and helped Spike chain Buffy to the wall, and she backed up when she had finished, looking at her with a wicked smile. "I'm really glad you didn't throw our chains away, that would of made me sad." Drusilla leaned closer to Spike and whispered, "I love playing with our chains."
She smiled as he slapped her ass. She walked over to Buffy and then over to the chest of weapons and went down to the bottom and pulled up a small vial of holy water.
"I wanna save Buffy till the end. I think she should see me slowly killing her true love," and she turned, and faced Spike with a savage smile that was playing at the corners of her pale lips. Drusilla thought to herself that she was playful and cruel as a kitten, liking the sound of that she walked up to Spike, giving a small meow sound and walked over to Angel who was just starting to come to. "He's waking up pet, the show is about to begin."
Spike turned and watched Drusilla. He raised his eyebrows, "That's exactly what I was thinking pet." He grinned when he saw what she had in her hand. He bit his bottom lip when she meowed at him. He loved watching her play, her eyes sparkled.
Spike turned his attention back to Angel. He walked up to Drusilla and stood by her side. Grabbed Angel's hair in his fist he pulled his head up to face Drusilla, forcing him to look at her. "Wake up you big poof. My girl wants to play. Ain't that right pet?" He turned his head to look at Drusilla and he grinned at her, released Angel's head and stepped back with a smirk on his face.
