Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.

Author's Note: Like I promised more of my story. Sorry for the delay, my life has been pretty hectic. Thanks for reading.


5 Days later

Greg walked into the LVPD concern written all over his face, he headed toward the one person who could explain what the hell was going on. William.

William was sitting at his microscope hunched over the DNA found at the double homicide case that seemed to have everyone up in a tizzy. Catherine, Gil, and Warrick were busting their chops to solve the case of a mob boss and his second hand man found shot execution style in the 4 Queen's Casino.

"William?" Greg asked leaning against the doorframe. "I know you're busy but I really need your advice."

Looking up from the microscope Spike cocked an eyebrow at the young investigator.

"Yes?"

Looking off into the distance and then looking back at Spike, "Should I be afraid of Drusilla? I'm just curious because I received a strange package on my doorstep last night."

"What type of package?" Spike replied getting up and walking over to Greg.

"Oh, you know the type of package that contains a doll with its eyes gauged out. The sort of creepy package that makes your skin crawl." Greg said rubbing his arms as if to remove the coldness from himself.

"She sent you Miss Edith? She never parts from that doll. I don't have a bloody clue as to what she's up to. For right now, if anyone comes to your door, do not, I repeat DO NOT let them in, understood?" Spike said clasping a hand on Greg's shoulder and making eye contact.

"Ok, but should I fear her? I mean, I know from what you told me she's not the most stable of vampires. I'm just afraid she'll try and kill me in my sleep." He replied looking around the lab to make sure no one was listening.

"First things first Greg, tell me what happened."

"Well, I came home after a long double shift. There was a package by the door of my apartment. All that it said was "To Greg Sanders." I took it inside, put on my rubber gloves and examined the box. I put my ear to the box and listened for any ticking. Figured better to be safe than sorry."

"Good idea, never know if someone sent you a bomb." William said with a smirk.

"True. So I opened the package and inside was the freaky doll and this note." Greg says while handing the note over to William.

Looking down at the note it read.

Dearest Greg,

The stars are singing and trees sway to the music of the spheres. Miss Edith says you need to take care of her now. I'm keeping you safe my dear child. Never worry about the darkness that envelopes the soul. For you are one to walk in the sun and live the life I never could.

Sincerely with love my Greggy,

Drusilla

"What does that mean? I need not worry about the darkness that envelopes the soul. That just doesn't make sense." Greg said with a sigh, sitting down in William's chair.

"It means that she's keeping all vampires away from you. She's protecting you. Why? I don't know. Ducks only protects those she cherishes. Guess you're special. Try not to worry about it. If she contacts you again, let me know. Here's my number." Scribbling down his phone number William handed it to Greg.

Looking down at the card and back at William, Greg shakes off the feeling of being watched, and smiles.

"Thanks man. Glad to know I'm not going crazy."

"Trust me I know from experience; I'd be the first to tell you if you were off your rocker. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get these DNA results to Catherine or she'll have my hide." William mutters while ushering Greg out of the lab.

"No worries, I'll talk to you later." Greg replies while walking down to the hall to the locker room to change for another shift as a CSI.

As he entered the locker room, Drusilla sauntered out of LVPD and into the night with a smile upon her face and song in her undead heart as she made a pledge to keep her Greggy safe.

TBC