Peering out from behind the veil of shadows, Dru checked carefully to see if the moon was gone. You never could tell. Moonlight could be very tricky, leading you down twisting paths where even innocuous things like tiger lilies would bite and tear at your skin.

She stepped into the center of the room, still not sure it was safe, but the moon was gone, only she and the stars remained. She clapped her hands. "I know this next part. May I tell? Please?"

She waited until the stars had chimed one huge, harmonious chord of assent before continuing the tale. "I was standing just here, but the floor was pitching about like a boat in a storm and them, boom, down I fell. I picked up the wood which that nasty Willow had broken off the trellis, certain I'd need it, although I didn't know why. Then a moonbeam hit me, and suddenly I was standing in a crypt. Spike was there, and I was holding the wood to his chest.

Spike glanced down at the stake, which was pointed straight at his heart, and then caught Dru's avid gaze. He looked as determined as she'd ever seen him. "Go ahead then. If you hate me that much, just get it over with. Kill me."

Dropping her hand to her side, but keeping firm hold of the wood, Dru leaned in to kiss him. "I could never hate you, my love."

Spike brushed a hand over her hair. "Come with me then. Let's leave this place, just the two of us."

"What about Daddy?"

"What about him? We've been without him for the better part of a century. Not like we've needed him. We can get by just fine without 'Gelus. It'll be just the two of us – the way it was meant to be."

Knuckles whitening around the wood, Dru slammed the stake through his heart so quickly that Spike's eyes didn't even have a chance to widen before he was dust. "It was meant to be you, me, Daddy, and Grandmama, but now you've gone and spoiled it."

Holding her hands up, Dru stared at them with an intense gaze. They were covered in dust. "Oh no, I've gotten myself dirty. Daddy will be terribly disappointed." As she wiped her hands against each other, dust fell to the floor, billowing up at her feet like tiny clouds. "Get off," Dru shrieked, rubbing her hand together, oblivious to the dust at her feet in her desperation get her hands clean. As she wiped her hands harder and faster, dropping more dust, the clouds grew, expanding upwards and outwards, until she couldn't see anything.

Dru reached out her hands, searching for something solid. "Spike," she called out. "I've lost you Spike, and I need you to lead me home."

"Why should I help you? Killed me, didn't you?" That couldn't be Spike, no matter how much it sounded like him. Spike would never deny her.

"Please Spike," she screamed.

She heard a sigh, and then the voice said, "This way then. Come on." The voice led her along, telling her to hurry before day began. She rushed as quickly as she could, trying not to get distracted by the bullfrogs croaking out a warning as they raced past, but still the sun was about to rise by the time she'd found the mansion. She'd lost the voice somewhere along the way, but that was all right because the clouds had vanished and she could see again.

"Bored now. What do we do all day?" Dru heard as she stepped in through the side door. Willow, sprawled out on a chair, her feet resting on the leather couch, wore nothing but Angelus' coat.

"We wait," Dru replied, not happy with Daddy's newest Childe.

"Dru," Angelus said, turning to her with a pleased smile. "You're late. Sun is almost up." He sounded as if he were chiding her, and she tried not to be resentful. It was just his way caring for her.

"I still think we should move," Willow said. "Her Childe," she added dismissively, "knows where we are."

"Spike isn't a threat," Angelus said.

Dru trailed her hand over the wallpaper, feeling the bumpy patterns. "Naughty boys shan't have their supper."

"Huh?" she heard from Willow's seat, but Daddy understood.

"What did you do?"

"Poof. One quick thrust and it's all dust to dust." Dru replied.

"You killed him?" Angelus said in surprise. He wrapped his arms around her, trailing kisses over her hair. "We should celebrate."

Willow stood, walking closer and closer until she'd disrupted their moment. "We should kill the Slayer."

"And just how might we do that?" Angelus asked. His words were a gauntlet thrown down before her.

"Workmen dug up an artifact, outside of town. Something ancient. Something demonic. Giles has been translating the runes, and he's worried."

Angelus let Dru go. "Did you look at the text? Could you write it out?"

"Yes," Willow said with a sly smile.

"Dru, get me some paper," he said, his gaze never leaving Willow.

When Dru brought the paper out, Willow all but snatched it from her hand and had printed out two rows of runes before Angelus stopped her. "Wait. These symbols here," he said pointing to the paper. "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Willow replied. "What does it say?"

"Acathala, Destroyer of Worlds."