Babysitting Miss. Edith
Title - see above
Rating - whatever it says at the beginning
Ownership - Joss is God. Enough said.
Distribution - if you want, you can have, but ask first.
Feedback - PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!!! ... but *no* flames.
Author's Notes - D/X, D/S
"Dru, no. Please?"
"Naughty."
The vampiress waved her finger under his nose in a mock-lecture. He squirmed underneath her, those fangs were too close for comfort. He winced as he tried to throw her off. His back was badly bruised from when she'd pounced on him. She wanted to play. He had no problem with 'catch' or 'tag' or even the odd game of 'hide and go seek', but somehow he doubted that's what Drusilla wanted to play.
"Dru, baby, this hurts. Please."
To his surprise, she got off, an expression of total shame and guilt spreading across her face. She lowered her head, looking at him through long lashes - he was sure he saw her bottom lip tremble as the fangs were hidden away and she returned to her human form. He sighed, how could anyone be angry with a girl like her?
"I'm sorry, baby, I just got a sore back, that's all."
He looked around. When Dru had asked him to take her for a walk, he hadn't wanted it to end here, in the cemetery. He stood up,
"Can we go home now?"
"Miss. Edith wants to play."
"Miss. Edith can play at my place."
He took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet. She smiled - then decked him.
"Dru! What th--" Xander cut himself off as he saw her raking her nails across the face of a Newly-risen. The vampire snarled in rage and she backhanded him across the jaw, sending him sprawling across the path.
She glared after the demon, golden orbs shining with anger,
"If you hurt one hair on that boy's head, I'll--"
The vampire lunged at her and she gave him a demonstration of what she'd do if he hurt Xander. The human winced as he began to feel terrible sympathy pains for the offending vamp. Dru wasn't one to do things half-heartedly.
When the vampiress returned to him, Xander had his hand over his heart, holding his breath and had his eyes screwed shut. Dru was wielding a blunt stake the Buffster had discarded a few weeks back. She sat beside and threw away the stake, placing a cold hand either side of his head. He opened his eyes slowly and she ran one hand through his hair.
"Don't fret, Kitten, Mummy's here."
"Dru, baby, I promised Spike I'd look after you. Not the other way around. I could have handled him."
The girl may have been as crazy as they come, but she saw right through him. Raising her eyebrows, she gave him a doubtful look and he rolled his eyes,
"Okay, so I might have needed you to help finish him off, but not before I'd done some serious kicking-of-the-ass."
She helped him to his feet and smiled warmly at him - the remembered to put her fangs away. He chuckled as she hurriedly made her vampiric nature retreat and then tried the smile again. Taking her hand he led her back to his apartment.
"Kitten?"
"Yeah?"
"Miss. Edith and I promise not to tell Spike."
"Good, 'cause if you do, Miss. Edith won't be allowed to come and play at my place."
"Spike won't be happy if he finds out his baby saved the babysitter's ass."
"Hey, I could've taken him on! ... the other one, not Spike."
"Yeah. The Newly Risen vampire insane with bloodlust?"
"He wasn't ... wasn't *that* newly risen. Y'know, not so much on the 'insane with bloodlust' side."
Willow shook her head,
"That's not what Dru told me, Xan."
"Dru? What's she told you?"
He jumped when Buffy walked into the Magic Box,
"Hey, Buff. How're things going?"
"I had drama class this morning and I got psyhology this afternoon. Then I have the night off. Nothing but bouncy happies for Buffy. What about you guys?"
"I'm all booked up. I have anthropology this afternoon and I gotta finish my presentation for tomorrow morning so I'm busy tonight."
"Xan?"
"Uh ... I'm ... busy."
Willow filled in for him,
"He's got a new job."
"Sheesh, Xan, the icecream guy didn't last long."
"Anya kept helping herself when I wasn't looking and got me fired. Then she left. No job, no money to get Anya pretty things."
Buffy dumped her books on the table and sat down with them,
"So what's the new job?"
"Babysitting."
"Will, I can speak for myself."
"Alexander Harris, you hate kids!"
"Babysitting ... without so much of the 'baby' part."
"With no baby. What, you're house-sitting?"
"Yes! That's *exactly* it! I'm house-sitting!"
Willow smiled,
"Ever the enthusiast."
"Whose house?"
Xander panicked,
" ... no-one you know ... friend of the family."
Willow chose the moment to change the subject, much to Xander's relief.
"Hey, wanna go for a soda?"
The Slayer glanced at her watch and cursed under her breath,
"Sorry, guys. Reincheck - I got class in 10 minutes and I've gotta go get my bag from the frat house."
Xander watched her go and waited a full 5 minutes in silence while he made sure he was gone. Then he deflated.
Spike smiled warmly at his Sire and squeezed her hand. She didn't squeeze back. She was looking up at the apartment building. He followed her gaze to Xander's window. The only window with decent curtains.
"I'll have to leave you here, pet. You don't mind do you?"
She looked at him in mild confusion.
"Dru, you do know the way up to Harris' flat don't you."
She nodded and smiled at him. After recieving a brief goodbye kiss from her Childe, she looked up at Xander's window again. He was looking out at her and waving happily. Her eyes lit up and she hurried across to the main entrance where Xander had promised to meet her.
She stood in the reception area waiting for Xander. Moments later her wait was rewarded by a happy Xander, running out of the elevator, his arms piled high with various rented videos, bottles of lemonade and tucked under his coat, a 2 litre of blood from the butchers. His special surprise for her since she promised to be good.
She grinned at the smell of it and her nose scrunched in delight when she saw the welcoming smile plastered across his face. He smiled fondly. She looked so sweet and innocent when she did that - sometimes he found it hard to believe that she was a blood-thirsty serial killer who used the innards of her victims as lunch or just general amusement. As these thoughts ran through his mind, he shuddered slightly, luckily Dru didn't notice. He didn't want her to 'fret' as she put it.
He re-emerged from his thoughts to see Drusilla skipping past him. She stopped for a second to call back to him,
"Come along, Kitten, mummy wants to watch this one."
He noticed she'd taken one of the videos. Hannibal. Figures.
Title - see above
Rating - whatever it says at the beginning
Ownership - Joss is God. Enough said.
Distribution - if you want, you can have, but ask first.
Feedback - PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!!!! ... but *no* flames.
Author's Notes - D/X, D/S
"Dru, no. Please?"
"Naughty."
The vampiress waved her finger under his nose in a mock-lecture. He squirmed underneath her, those fangs were too close for comfort. He winced as he tried to throw her off. His back was badly bruised from when she'd pounced on him. She wanted to play. He had no problem with 'catch' or 'tag' or even the odd game of 'hide and go seek', but somehow he doubted that's what Drusilla wanted to play.
"Dru, baby, this hurts. Please."
To his surprise, she got off, an expression of total shame and guilt spreading across her face. She lowered her head, looking at him through long lashes - he was sure he saw her bottom lip tremble as the fangs were hidden away and she returned to her human form. He sighed, how could anyone be angry with a girl like her?
"I'm sorry, baby, I just got a sore back, that's all."
He looked around. When Dru had asked him to take her for a walk, he hadn't wanted it to end here, in the cemetery. He stood up,
"Can we go home now?"
"Miss. Edith wants to play."
"Miss. Edith can play at my place."
He took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet. She smiled - then decked him.
"Dru! What th--" Xander cut himself off as he saw her raking her nails across the face of a Newly-risen. The vampire snarled in rage and she backhanded him across the jaw, sending him sprawling across the path.
She glared after the demon, golden orbs shining with anger,
"If you hurt one hair on that boy's head, I'll--"
The vampire lunged at her and she gave him a demonstration of what she'd do if he hurt Xander. The human winced as he began to feel terrible sympathy pains for the offending vamp. Dru wasn't one to do things half-heartedly.
When the vampiress returned to him, Xander had his hand over his heart, holding his breath and had his eyes screwed shut. Dru was wielding a blunt stake the Buffster had discarded a few weeks back. She sat beside and threw away the stake, placing a cold hand either side of his head. He opened his eyes slowly and she ran one hand through his hair.
"Don't fret, Kitten, Mummy's here."
"Dru, baby, I promised Spike I'd look after you. Not the other way around. I could have handled him."
The girl may have been as crazy as they come, but she saw right through him. Raising her eyebrows, she gave him a doubtful look and he rolled his eyes,
"Okay, so I might have needed you to help finish him off, but not before I'd done some serious kicking-of-the-ass."
She helped him to his feet and smiled warmly at him - the remembered to put her fangs away. He chuckled as she hurriedly made her vampiric nature retreat and then tried the smile again. Taking her hand he led her back to his apartment.
"Kitten?"
"Yeah?"
"Miss. Edith and I promise not to tell Spike."
"Good, 'cause if you do, Miss. Edith won't be allowed to come and play at my place."
"Spike won't be happy if he finds out his baby saved the babysitter's ass."
"Hey, I could've taken him on! ... the other one, not Spike."
"Yeah. The Newly Risen vampire insane with bloodlust?"
"He wasn't ... wasn't *that* newly risen. Y'know, not so much on the 'insane with bloodlust' side."
Willow shook her head,
"That's not what Dru told me, Xan."
"Dru? What's she told you?"
He jumped when Buffy walked into the Magic Box,
"Hey, Buff. How're things going?"
"I had drama class this morning and I got psyhology this afternoon. Then I have the night off. Nothing but bouncy happies for Buffy. What about you guys?"
"I'm all booked up. I have anthropology this afternoon and I gotta finish my presentation for tomorrow morning so I'm busy tonight."
"Xan?"
"Uh ... I'm ... busy."
Willow filled in for him,
"He's got a new job."
"Sheesh, Xan, the icecream guy didn't last long."
"Anya kept helping herself when I wasn't looking and got me fired. Then she left. No job, no money to get Anya pretty things."
Buffy dumped her books on the table and sat down with them,
"So what's the new job?"
"Babysitting."
"Will, I can speak for myself."
"Alexander Harris, you hate kids!"
"Babysitting ... without so much of the 'baby' part."
"With no baby. What, you're house-sitting?"
"Yes! That's *exactly* it! I'm house-sitting!"
Willow smiled,
"Ever the enthusiast."
"Whose house?"
Xander panicked,
" ... no-one you know ... friend of the family."
Willow chose the moment to change the subject, much to Xander's relief.
"Hey, wanna go for a soda?"
The Slayer glanced at her watch and cursed under her breath,
"Sorry, guys. Reincheck - I got class in 10 minutes and I've gotta go get my bag from the frat house."
Xander watched her go and waited a full 5 minutes in silence while he made sure he was gone. Then he deflated.
Spike smiled warmly at his Sire and squeezed her hand. She didn't squeeze back. She was looking up at the apartment building. He followed her gaze to Xander's window. The only window with decent curtains.
"I'll have to leave you here, pet. You don't mind do you?"
She looked at him in mild confusion.
"Dru, you do know the way up to Harris' flat don't you."
She nodded and smiled at him. After recieving a brief goodbye kiss from her Childe, she looked up at Xander's window again. He was looking out at her and waving happily. Her eyes lit up and she hurried across to the main entrance where Xander had promised to meet her.
She stood in the reception area waiting for Xander. Moments later her wait was rewarded by a happy Xander, running out of the elevator, his arms piled high with various rented videos, bottles of lemonade and tucked under his coat, a 2 litre of blood from the butchers. His special surprise for her since she promised to be good.
She grinned at the smell of it and her nose scrunched in delight when she saw the welcoming smile plastered across his face. He smiled fondly. She looked so sweet and innocent when she did that - sometimes he found it hard to believe that she was a blood-thirsty serial killer who used the innards of her victims as lunch or just general amusement. As these thoughts ran through his mind, he shuddered slightly, luckily Dru didn't notice. He didn't want her to 'fret' as she put it.
He re-emerged from his thoughts to see Drusilla skipping past him. She stopped for a second to call back to him,
"Come along, Kitten, mummy wants to watch this one."
He noticed she'd taken one of the videos. Hannibal. Figures.
