We left my home that night never to return. For fifty years I followed
daddy and grandmother. I was always in their shadows, I was always
their shadow. I never had anyone of my own. Someone I could torture,
like daddy tortured me, no one to have their head so full of me like
grandmother. For years we wondered the world, but I was all alone.
I never had anyone to follow me. Then one night we were in London, my
lonliness got to me and I started complaining about being all alone.
So my daddy suggested making a playmate of my own.

I did, I found a boy who would be loyal to me. He was called William
the Bloody. I didn't like that name so when he awoke from his sleep
I told him to make a better name. He called himself Spike, I found
this fitting considering that he shoved a railroad spike through a poor
mans head. He was Spike, my Spike. Angelus hated the boy for his
ruthless attitude, he had no fear. I loved him for it, he was so brave
and he liked to fight. If I was bad and daddy wanted to punish me my
Spike would take the beating.

My Spike was only a few weeks old and I had a bad vision. My daddy was
in great pain. I started screaming. I saw my daddy and I saw the bad
gypsy girl and I didn't want him to eat her. I knew he would, of corse
I knew, I was the one with the visions. I saw grandmothers gift and I
saw my daddy screaming in pain. I fell to my knees and screamed even
louder. Daddy and Spike came running to my side.

"Dru, whats wrong Princess? What did you see?" daddy asked with a
gentle voice.

"Bloody noses, bloody toes. Bruised eye, black sky. Daddy all the
fingers are snakes, light all around. No daddy, no don't eat the girl
daddy. No don't eat her." I scream with tears running down my cheeks
to the floor. Just like mummy's.

"What are you saying luv?" Spike asked, his eyes were worried.

"Daddy no!" I lunged at him and wraped my arms around his waist.

"Drusilla! Get a hold of yourself. Breath dear, breath." daddy said
running his fingers through my hair.

I took a breathe and looked at him, the door flew open and grandmother
came in. She looked around the room and saw me on the floor crying,
shaking, screaming. She walked calmly over to me and her hand on my
head. I stopped shaking and looked at her, she smiled down at me. She
had found a way to calm me down.

"Okay now that thats over. Spike and Drusilla go out and start a riot.
I have something for my Angelus." she said with a smoothness to to her
voice, which always ment she was up to something.

"But daddy." I whispered.

"Its okay Dru, daddy will be fine." grandmother said. I looked up at
daddy to make sure it was okay. He smiled and gave me a nod, me and
Spike left.

We went home that night and everything was fine. The freash smell of
blood was everywhere, but daddy and grandmother were fine. We went
along with life just as always. A week later daddy went off to get
food and he didn't come back. He did come back, but it wasn't daddy
it was something else. Me and Spike knew it wasn't daddy before
grandmother knew. She didn't find out until he came home. He came home
one night and me and Spike hid from them, grandmother had thought we
were out killing things but we stayed home. We saw the hate in
grandmothers eyes and we saw the guilt in daddy's. He wanted another
chance so she gave him one. Me and Spike acted like we knew nothing.
We didn't want them to know we knew about daddy's soul.