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 4

She glanced at the table and nodded when Spike said she should be at the other side of the room. Remembering Angel her eyes sparkled a little, "Well my William, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Drusilla smiled and leaned in close to Spike and lightly kissed him on the cheek, and then walked back over to Angel, seeing he was also on the brink of crying. Drusilla rolled her eyes and swayed back and forth, back and forth, humming a song she used to sing to Angelus when he first sired her.

"Remember our litl' song pet, it was so sweet, and full of death."

Drusilla walked closer to Angel and kissed him on the cheek, down to his neck and then licked the side of his neck. "Remember when you bit me, you took my life, you drove me crazy...did i eva' thank you?"

Angel looked at her uneasily, slight fear in his eyes as he spoke, his voice laced with guilt for the things he had done to her, "No, you didn't."

"Don't you just wish i would?" and Drusilla bit into the side of his neck, taking a bit of blood then pulled away. A look of disgust crossed her features, "You taste of the slaya', it horrible," she brought up the holy water vial and dumped the rest over his chest and just smiled.

"You got that right luv. No one can make me pop like you can." Spike grinned as he watched the tears roll down Buffy's cheeks. He scowled at her, then looked at her slightly disappointed, "Slutty slutty slutty. You're damn ugly when you cry." He looked at Angel, "I don't know how you stand her half the time. She spends half her time crying on those yard wide shoulders of yours." He turned his head back and looked at her in disgust.

He closed his eyes briefly as Drusilla kissed him on the cheek. He stood there for a few seconds looking at Buffy while Drusilla walked back to over to Angel. He grinned when Angelus screamed again, keeping his eyes on Buffy's.

He placed a hand on the wall next to Buffy's head and leant in close next to her ear and spoke quietly and slowly, "You know there's all kinds of pain." He ran his free hand down the side of her body and back up again, ignoring her slight squirming movements. "A lot of them are very pleasurable." He moved his hand across her shoulder and down across her collarbone. "Oh, there's pain alright." He breathed her scent in that was laced with fear, then grinned against her ear and moved his hand down across her breasts. "But the pleasure far outweighs the pain." He moved his head back to look at her face and ran his hand down across her stomach. He smiled when he saw her eyes were closed. Biting his bottom lip he tilted his head to the side as he continued to move his hand lower, watching her in fascination. He paused when he smelt and felt her arousal hot against his hand. He didn't take his eyes off her closed ones as he called out to Angel, "Little Slayer's hot for me." He grinned at her as her eyes slowly slid open and looked into his.

Drusilla smiled as Angel screamed again, and she looked deep into his eyes. As Drusilla was tearing away at Angel's skin with her fingernails she could feel an essence of passion coming from Buffy. Drusilla turned and faced her with an evil glare, then took in a small unneeded breath and looked at Spike.

"You're right, the slaya' is hot for you, i can feel it and see it, floatin' all around you two. I guess I'm not the only one who likes chains." Drusilla turned and faced Angel. "You can see it too. She's hot for him, she wants him more then she wants you and it kills you, gets under your skin and tears you apart."

Drusilla brought her arms up and placed them around Angel's neck and looked deeper into his shadowy eyes. Angel struggled a bit but couldn't get very far. Drusilla just laughed and backed away, going over to the weapons chest and taking out a small knife that was already stained with blood. Turning she made her way back over to Angel, gripping the knife lightly in her hand, making small slicing motions at the air until she reached him.

"Ready to play Angelus?" she said in a little girls voice, as though she were sternly reprimanding one of her many dolls. Drusilla brought the knife up to Angel's face and started to make small designs. As she played with Angel she could hear the aching echo of carillon bells tolling in time with a mournful voice singing "Danny Boy." Drusilla was aware it was a voice that only she could hear, but enjoyed it for its music, nonetheless, it made it even more special by the knowledge that this performance was solely for her. Drusilla smiled enjoying herself.

Spike rubbed his hand against Buffy, absorbing the heat coming off her, a few times as he looked into her lust filled eyes. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You want it luv? I'll make it painful in the most delicious way for you. I promise. I'll do it just right that you'll be screaming for more. And then, when I make you wait so long, that you think I'm never going to give it to you again, I'll give it to you good."

He moved his head back and looked into Buffy's eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He bit his bottom lip and looked her over slowly. He turned slightly so he could see Angel, "What do you say mate? Wanna watch?" He walked over to stand at Dru's side. He ginned at him, "You wanna hear her scream in pleasure, in ways that you could never make her do?" He tilted his head to the side with a glint in his eye and watched a trail of blood trickle down his chest. "You remember St. Andrew's Cross, don't ya Peaches. God, you used to have me shackled in that for days." Spike turned his head to look back at Buffy, "Bet she'd like that," he grinned at her, bringing the tip of his tongue up and resting it against the roof of his mouth.

He turned back to face Drusilla. He leant in close to her ear and whispered, "We could turn her. Make her a nice pretty dolly for you." He licked the side of her cheek, "She'd be part of the family. I bet she could make you scream too." Spike moved his head back and bit his bottom lip. He shrugged as he shifted his gaze and looked back at Angel, a look of mock concern on his face "Poor Peaches" and then he chuckled. He turned and started to swagger back to Buffy with a wicked glint in his eye.

Drusilla watched Spike with fascination as he spoke about Angelus and the trials he used to put Spike through to see if he was strong enough to walk beside Angelus, that was until the day Spike killed a Slayer. Drusilla remembered back to that day and gave a small grin. She smiled when Spike came up to her and licked the side of her cheek but her smile turned into a frown when he talked about turning Buffy into a vampire. Drusilla's eyes instantly grew stormy for a moment, but the storm passed. Drusilla looked up into Spike's eyes and just shrugged and looked away and moved closer to Angel and whispered, "My sweet one is going to have his hearts desire, and its the slaya'."

Drusilla dropped her head but gathered herself up and gripped the knife harder, taking a deep breath and stabbing Angel in the leg with it. Drusilla did not smile when she studied him, but only wiped the tear away from Angel's face.