Months Later

Noringham Abbey

In the dead of night, Drusilla raced through the long gothic hallways of the abbey to the church. She was desperate to speak to the Reverend Mother.

Sweat soaked her porcelain skin as she quickly ran down the hallway. The images in her mind were torturing her heart. What she saw was blood. Endless and endless amounts of blood that stained the stone floors. The screaming ringing in her head pierced her ears. She was sure she was going deaf.


Using her might to push open the heavy wooden doors, Drusilla entered the church. The air in her lungs seemed to have disappeared. Her hand rested on the door, catching herself as her knees grew weak.

Bodies laid dead across the church ground. Blood was smeared on the walls and fingerpainted on the religious statues placed to protect this sacred place from the Devil's evils.

A bloody hand launched out, grabbing the hem of Drusilla's dress. She knelt down to the dying nun and tried to hear the words the poor woman was trying to croak with her last few moments of life. Brushing the fallen tears streaming down her cheeks. Drusilla had seen this scene in her mind. She tried hard to stop it. She tried hard to have the abbey exhilarate speed in which she finally took her vows to give her soul to God, but as always, it was much too late.

These demons that have been stalking her for months seem to always be two steps ahead of the seer, despite her power given to her from God.

Shaking her head, Drsulla's tears trickled down her face as she calmly looked around the church. "Look at all the people," said Drusilla.

The whispering seemed nonstop. All that she heard was the lispy soft voices of the vampire figures standing in the shadows.

Stepping out from the shadows cleaning her fingers stained with blood, Buffy lifted the black veil covering her face with a slanted smile on her face.

"Look at what you've done." Buffy taunted, looking at the mutilated bodies surrounding them.

"Is this a party for me?" Drusilla asked, then suddenly sobbed in her hands, coming back to a lucid mind. "Please, God, forgive me." She fell to her knees, begging to the Heavens to forgive her.

Buffy knelt down and tucked a piece of Drusilla's fallen hair behind her ear and smiled tenderly at the confused and terrified young woman.

Angelus appeared from the front of the room cleaning his blood stained fingers with a handkerchief. "Oh, lass, it is not God t'at ye should be beggin' for forgiveness. I'm afraid he's long since listened to t'a heedful prayers from a demon child like yerself."

Standing from her kneeling position, Buffy stared down at the dark haired woman then looked at Angelus. "Whatever shall we do with her now, Angel?"

"I'd like to keep her." He said and felt Buffy's frowning gaze. "Ye said it yerself t'at she'd be our legacy. Our shinin' achievement."

Buffy smiled down at Drusilla, holding a finger against her chin and raised her back to a standing position as she said, "I've always wanted a real life doll." Buffy bent down and ripped out an inner intestine from a nun's stomach and wrapped the bloody mess around Drusilla's neck. "A dollie I can I dress." Buffy slid a bloody finger over Drusilla's bottom lip. "And have tea parties with."

Crying, Drusilla felt her weak mind fighting against itself from reality and the soft thrall Buffy's voice created over her. "I'm not the Devil's creature! I'm not!"

"We are all the Devil's creatures, my dear. We do nothing on this earth but try to destroy one another. You have a gift, my darling. Death is your gift."

"Death is not my gift." said Drusilla, failing to keep strong as her lucid mind began to wilt away. "I enjoy gifts. Mother Angel," Drusilla looked at Buffy with big bright eyes, "I've been a naughty girl and there will be no cakes for me."

Angelus turned his gaze from Buffy to Drusilla with a growing smile. "Ah, yes. We had been waitin' for ye. Look high, lass, do ye see t'a stars?" Angelus stood by Drusilla holding his arm around her shoulders, pointing up at the ceiling.

Drusilla looked up at the ceiling, memorised by the images her mind began to create. Stars as far as the eye can see. "Look at them all… twinkling in the black abyss."

Buffy and Angelus shared a smile and began to stalk around the troubled young woman as she mumbled to herself about the stars.

Reaching out her hand, Buffy wrapped her arm around Drusilla's waist and buried her nose into the crook of the young woman's neck. She turned her gaze to Angelus to find him smiling.

Towering over the woman, Angelus began to unfasten the tightly-fitted bodice of Drusilla's dress.

Resting her hands at Drusilla's hips, Buffy gently touched Drusilla's chin and turned her face to look at her. Drusilla's bright blue and terrified eyes stared into Buffy's.

Flashing her a small smile, Buffy leaned in, brushing her mouth against Drusilla's.

Frozen stiff, Drsuilla's eyes were wide. Everything inside of her told her that this was wrong and this was so sinful, but the surprising softness of Buffy's lips and the strange taste of copper was so seductive. Drusilla opened her mouth wider letting Buffy deepen the kiss.

Holding a hand at the back of Buffy's head, Angelus steered his mate to break the kiss and look at him. Buffy did and craned her neck upwards to meet his mouth.

Drusilla watched with fascination as Buffy and Angelus passionately kissed. She had never seen a kiss like theirs before. Tongues were in each other's mouth, battling for dominance.

Feeling the heat rise through her entire body, Drusilla shifted on her feet. She felt odd and wet between her legs as she watched the vampires. Her eyes followed Angelus' hand as he slid it from Buffy's neck, over her chest, and unbuttoned the buttons of her beautiful silk gown to touch her breasts.

Without thought, Drusilla reached out and touched Buffy's skin. Never before had she's seen skin like hers. It was golden, soft, and so clean—despite the blood from the slaughtered nun's staining her.

Breaking the kiss, Buffy turned her head and looked at Drusilla with a slanted smile across her face. "C'mere, child." said Buffy, whispering beckoned to the young burnett. "Come to us."

Wide-eyed and unblinking, Drusilla took a step towards the vampires. She removed the intestines still around her neck and began to unbutton the bodice of her dress. Desperately, she wanted to be with these seductive creatures. Her mind seemed so much clearer when they were around.

Angelus took a step back and watched as his mate touched Drusilla's cheek and reached her hand under Drusilla's chemise, touching her breast. Removing his coat, then unbuttoned his vest.

Opening the buttons of his trousers, Angelus shifted elastic brace suspenders off of his shoulders and reached into the front of his pants, stroking himself as he watched Buffy bewitched their new pet with an experienced level of seduction.

Crossing the short distance to Buffy and Drusilla, he stepped between them, holding his hands at Drusilla's waist.

Buffy smiled, watching her lover push the under-skirts of Drusilla's gown up her neck and pin against the side of the new, over a dead nun's body.

Holding a hand on his shoulder, Buffy grabbed the back of Angelus' dark hair and forced him to look at her as he pounded his cock into Drusilla's body. He crushed his mouth against Buffy's in a fiery kiss that made them smile with delight.

Breaking the kiss, the mated couple looked deep into each other's eyes. Angelus rested his forehead to hers and tenderly kissed the tip of Buffy's nose.

Simultaneously, they vamped out and looked at Drusilla.

Running the backs of her fingers over Drusilla's cheek, Buffy took a step forward and lowered her head to the crook of the young woman's neck.

Drusilla let out a sharp gasp as Buffy's fangs sunk deep into her neck. Her eyes, filled with tears of the pain turned to Angelus.

He flashed her a fanged smile and lowered his head to the opposite side of her neck, also biting into her neck.

Together, Buffy and Angelus suck the poor woman dry. Angelus reaches his arm around Buffy's head and caresses her hair.

Soon, Drusilla is dead.

Angelus pushes her lifeless body aside, letting it fall to the floor. His demonic face changed in an instant to his handsome disguise. With a slanted smile, Angelus held out his hand for Buffy to take.

"Mo ghrá (My love), I'm rather tired." said Angelus.

Accepting his extended hand, Buffy returned his smile. "I must agree." The look she gave him under her long dark lashes was one of seduction.

Together, they carefully walked over to the dead bodies on the floor and paid no mind to the puddles of blood they stepped in as they exited the church.

1880

London, England

The Old Vic

Seated in the box seating section of the popular theatre, Buffy sat up straight peering down to the stage. In her hand she held a long stem holding opera glasses chevalier binoculars to her eyes. Her eyes shifted from the stage to the royal box seats across the way from her.

The great Queen Victoria made a rare appearance to the theatre this evening. Perhaps it was because the theatre company was performing a rather alternative version of Hamlet.

Sitting beside her, Angelus tapped his fingers on his knee and turned his gaze to follow Buffy across the room.

"What are ye lookin' at, a ghrá (my love)?" His arm slid on the back of Buffy's chair to whisper into Buffy's ear.

"Little Vic decided to make an appearance." Buffy tore her eyes from the stoic looking queen to Angelus. "I am curious of her."

"T'at's because ye're fond of her," said Angelus, hanging his leg over his knee.

Buffy frowned. "You make it sound so sinful."

"Lass," he laid a hand over white silk gloved hand, "everythin' ye do is sinful." He tossed her a mischievous smile and kissed the back of her hand.

"Do you really think she's still mourning that German sausage of hers? She looks as if she's in fine company." Buffy eyed the brawny Scotsmen wearing a black jacket with a piece of the tartan kilt crossing his chest and draped over his shoulder and a glengarry cap on his head. He was much rugged looking than the Queen's first husband, but just as handsome.

"I have no opinion, lass."

Holding the dainty binoculars to her eyes, Buffy's upper lip curled as she squinted at the Queen. "She is rather a meek looking thing, is she not?" She passed the binoculars to Angelus.

Holding the long stem of the binoculars, Angelus eyed stout Queen dressed in black gown with black lace styled into her dark hair. "Aye, she does not compare to ye. No woman does."

"You flatter me." Buffy tossed him a smile.

Angelus lowered the binoculars and looked at Buffy, "Do ye desire to be at her court?"

"And break the illusion of our enduring sovereign by getting to know her? I fear not." Buffy looked back out to the theatre. "I'd much rather live in the world of delusion."

"Do ye want to kill her?" asked Angelus,crossing his leg over his knee.

Taking the binoculars from his hand, Buffy used them to spy on the other guests in the audience. "She's survived seven assassination attempts—"

"—Yes, by fools." said Angelus, holding his fingers together. "None of which, mo ghrá (my love), are ye."

Buffy tossed him a smile then turned her attention back to the stage. "What do you think, Dru?" she asked.

Drusilla remained silent.

Frowning at Angelus, Buffy twisted around in her seat to look at Drusilla sitting behind them. Drusilla's grey-blue eyes were unblinking as they stared up at the large crystal chandelier in the centre of the theatre.

"Dru, love, what are your thoughts on the play, darling?" Buffy asked her Childe again with a patient smile adorned on her face.

Drusilla lifted her hand from her lap and pointed at the crystal chandelier. "The twinkle, twinkle in my mind. But the girls have no Queen of cups to trade."

"That's quite the review." Buffy faced forward and smiled at Angelus.

He looked at Buffy with an expression of bewilderment.

Paying no mind to it, Buffy held the binoculars to her eyes. She scans over the large audience and pauses with a smile crossing her face. The Slayer she had been stalking for some time down below, sitting besides a man with a curled mustache.

Also looking down at the Slayer, Angelus brought Buffy's gloved hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He smiled to himself as Buffy returned her gaze back to the stage. Her mind was made. At intermission, she was going to kill the Vampire Slayer.

Intermission: Main Lobby

Disguised within the elegant crowd, Buffy's eyes were focused on the back of the Vampire Slayer as she descended down the staircase to the main lobby area with her husband at her side.

Buffy's gaze ran over the yellow haired Slayer. By the silks of her gown and the dullness of the jewels in her necklace, Buffy knew that she was of modest wealth.

Her husband standing beside her was distracted as he spoke to the other men and women around them waiting for the time of intermission to be finished. He took a glass of wine from the theatre footman serving the patrons.

Buffy knew this was her chance to lure the Slayer from the crowd.

Angelus and Drusilla stood in the background watching Buffy take the first steps down the stairs to carefully gain the Slayer's attention without making a commotion.

A small smile tugged at Angelus' lips and decided to have himself a meal in the meantime.


Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Buffy toyed with the van in her hand and shifted her gaze around until landing on the Vampire Slayer.

It only took the Slayer a minute to feel a demonic gaze on her. Buffy watched with amusement as the Vampire Slayer quickly looked around for the supernatural creature until spotting Buffy standing amongst the crowd.

Lifting the slight arch of her brow, Buffy smirked and turned away, knowing that she was lurring the Slayer from the company.


Glancing over her shoulder, she could see the Slayer holding a bit of her gown up from the floor to quickly follow her.

Buffy made a sharp turn into a dark corner, disappearing from sight.

The Slayer halted mid-step and looked around in the shadows then decided to follow her instincts, which led her into the blackness.

Backstage

Taking out the wooden stake from her clutch, the Slayer carefully walked through the shadows. Her heart nearly stopped and the sounds of unsuspecting voices of stagehands milling about for the next act of the play.

Staying unseen by the theatre employees, the Slayer made another turn entering further back of the stage.

Her eyes fell to the body laying on the wooden stage floor. The man's neck twisted almost all the way around. The vampiress was near.

The Vampire Slayer tightened her hand around the stake.

Suddenly emerging from the black shadows, Buffy kicks the Slayer into her side.

Quickly recovering, the Vampire Slayer blocks the vampires following attacks and manages to sock Buffy into the face and into her stomach.

Buffy grabs a hold of the Slayer and swings her around to throw her, but her footing is good and she regains her balance. Buffy kicks her in the face and this time the Slayer falls to the floor.

Buffy grabs the Slayer as she tries to get up and heaves her over onto her back again. The Vampire Slayer rolls around to her feet and comes at the vampiress. She swings, but Buffy blocks and hits her instead. She follows up with a backhand punch and the Slayer hits the floor again.

The Slayer leaps up and kicks Buffy in the face. She arches backward and then snaps forward. Buffy knees the Vampire Slayer in the chin and then delivers a series of punches to her gut. She ends with a punch to the Slayer's face.

The Slayer isn't fazed, and lunges at the vampiress. Buffy grabs the Slayer's arm and diverts her into wooden stacked crate boxes. The Slayer crashes through the wooden boxes, but immediately straightens back up, breaking the lod and the frame of the box as well. She kicks Buffy in the face and again in the chest.

Buffy staggers backward, catching her footing.

The Slayer pulls out a stake and stands ready to finish the job.

Buffy grins and snap-kicks the Slayer into the face. As the Vampire Slayer fell to the ground.

Running away, Buffy grabbed a long line of rope and climbed up the ladder to the upper stage scaffolding. Looking over her shoulder, Buffy saw the Slayer hold on her tail.

Scaffold

Nearly reaching the top of the scaffold, Buffy kicked the heel of her shoe into the Slayer's face and continued to climb up the ladder.

The sounds of the theatre patrons taking their seats for the third act of the show could be heard from the backstage area.

Buffy whirled around just as the Vampire Slayer attacked her with a stake in hand.

Clenching her hand around the Slayer's wrist, Buffy slammed it on the metal rail-pole forcing the Slayer to drop the weapon down the long way to the stage.

Buffy looked at the Slayer, sensing her fear and menacingly grinned. Head-butting the Slayer on the bridge of her nose, Buffy easily gained her advantage in the fight.

Weakly, the Slayer tries to punch the vampiress back, but Buffy never lets up with her attack and continues to viciously punch and kick the Vampire Slayer.

Buffy grabs the nearby rope and wraps it tightly around the Slayer's throat. She tied it tightly and grinned as the Slayer failed to free herself from the noose.

"God save the Queen," whispered Buffy into the Vampire Slayer's ear before pushing off of the high scaffold just as the heavy red velvet curtains parted and the actors walked onto the stage..

The rope unraveled quickly until it snapped straight, breaking the Slayer's neck.

The audience gasped in horror at the sight of the lynched woman dangling high on the stage.

"Jack the Ripper!" One audience member shouted in the hysteria of horror.

"It's my wife! Oh my God! It's my wife!" The Slayer's husband shouted amongst the terrified screaming. "Call the Constable! Now you fool!" He shouted.


As the crowd stampedes over one another as they frantically run out of the theatre.

Pushing and shoving past one another, Drusilla watched, memorised by the beautiful chaos and smiled. "Mother Angel plays the music but the dancing bears don't know where to stop." She clapped her hands together then broke out into a fit of laughter.

Holding out his hand, Angelus aided his mate down the side steps of the stage. With a proud smile on his face, he brushed his mouth over her hand.

"Always makin' a show," he said, wrapping her hand around his elbow.

Buffy chuckled. "Yes, I do give the public what they want."

"Certainly gave Her Majesty a gasp." He lifted his gaze to the vacant opera box where Queen Victoria had been seated.

Buffy comically pouted, also looking at the empty opera box. "Yes, I do fear that she'll never return to the public after tonight." Buffy placed a gentle hand on Drusilla's arm turning her attention. "Dru, darling, are you hungry?"

"The force in the dark sprinkles lilac petals over the pond." Drusilla said, sprinkling invisible dust over the ground and looked up at Angelus with a heated gaze.

"Now, now, my dear," Buffy began using a motherly tone. "You know better not to touch what is mine, love."

Drusilla frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "Mummy never shares."

"That's right. Mummy never ever shares." Buffy pointedly said, boring her eyes into her Childe. "Run along and find something to eat." She shooed Drusilla away, wanting alone time with her mate. "I'm quite tired now."

"Ah, yes, killin' a Slayer does take a lot of energy. Perhaps by t'a time we get home ye'll have more energy to spare." He bent his head, kissing his lips at the crook of her neck.

Buffy grinned, turning her head to him and accepted his kiss.