Babysitting Miss. Edith - part 2

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Xander sat infront of the sofa, the bottle of blood resting against his shoulder and his eyes narrowed. Scrunching up his nose, he tried his best not to pay any attention to the blood bath taking place. Drusilla sat on the sofa, her finger dipping into the blood, correcting all the mistakes Hannibal was making as he slaughtered other characters.
"Wrong!"
"What's wrong, Dru?"
"The blood! All of it!" she cried plaintively, "It's s'posed to go *this* way."
She made gestures with her hands, showing the direction the blood was supposed to flow depending on what damage was done to the victim. Xander didn't want to know why she was telling him this. He looked up at her and she pouted,
"Should be more screaming."
"I would quite happily fill in the gaps for you, baby."
The vampiress rescued the bottle as he hid his eyes. She looked back at the screen and giggled with delight at the gore, taking long gulps and licking her lips, completely riveted by what took place infront of her. She smiling reassuringly and even though he couldn't see her, Drusilla slipped off the sofa and sat next to her babysitter.
"Don't look, pet. Mummy won't let the bad man hurt you."
She placed her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply as the unsatisfactory screams subsided. The human smiled affectionately and slowly put his arm around her shoulders, making sure his eyes remained averted from the television.
The vampire clapped her hands happily and her content smile broadened as the level of gore increased ... and the phone rang.
Hey, Xan?
Xander jumped,
"Buffy!"
What're you doing at home? You said you were housesitting.
He glanced at Dru. She was scowling at the phone - she knew who it was.
"Uh ... yeah, well there was a change of plan."
So are you free to come over? I need someone to look out for Dawn while I'm on patrol. Giles had a change of heart about my night off.
"I can't ... um ... I'm sorta tied up over here." Then he saw the look in the vampire's eyes and he covered up the mouth piece. "No. Don't even *think* it. You tie me up and I'll tell on you."
She pouted, "Tattle tail."
Oh ... well can Dawn come over to your place?
"Uh ... Buffy, I, er ... " He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, bring her over."
They hung up and Xander turned to see Drusilla sitting on the sofa, her arms folded across her chest in a temper.
"Dru, baby ... Dawn is coming over. If I can make Dawn promise not to tell, will you promise not to hurt her?"
"Nasty lady." She glared out of the window, Buffy would be here soon.
"We'll need to hide you. Just until the nasty lady's gone, is that okay with you? ... Dru, I promise I won't let her hurt you."
The human found his voice softening as if her was taking to a child, she seemed to respond to it better even though she was well over 100 years older than him.

"Hey Buffy, Dawn."
Dawn skipped into the flat smiling brightly,
"Hey Xan!"
Buffy stood at the door,
"This is okay with you, right?"
"Oh sure, no problem."
"Great. See ya."
She turned to leave then stopped. Xander faltered,
"Something wrong, Buff'?"
"Hmm? Oh, no. Just thought I heard ... something."
Dawn was getting impatient, she wanted her 'super-hero' of a sister to go away,
"Buffy, Giles won't be happy if you're late for patrol *again*."
Giving her little sister a parting glare, Buffy smiled at her friend and left. Xander watched hr turn the corner, then cursed her 'Slayer-senses'. He closed the door and walked back in mumbling,
"So close."
Dawn looked at the television, Drusilla had left Hannibal running,
"Eww! Xander, that's *gross*!"
"Yeah ... Dawn. If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Buffy. Okay?"
Dawn grinned wickedly, she loved keeping things from her sister. She loved secrets full stop.
"Okay. Shoot."
"You've heard of the vampire called Dru, right?"
"The psycho-chick? The one who--"
"Dawn. You *can't* tell Buffy. Got that?"
"Duh."
Xander looked over her shoulder. At the sound of her name, Drusilla had come out of the bathroom and was slowly making her way towards him, unsure of what the kid's reaction would be. Following her babysitter's gaze, Dawn turned around and opened her mouth to scream. He clapped his hand over her mouth. Dru stepped back a pace, then put a finger to her lips, "Shh, pet. Mummy won't hurt you now."
"Dru, baby, put the fangs away. Dawn, meet Dru. Dru, meet Dawn."
The vampire indicated the doll on the table, "You forgot Miss. Edith, Kitten."
"And this is Miss. Edith."
Dawn nodded,
"Yeah. I got that."
She offered her hand to the vampire, maybe a little more confidently than she should. Dru shrank back, and stared at the girl in confusion. Xander laughed,"Dru, she only wants to shake hands." He took Dawn's hand and then Dru's and joined them. The girl flinched slightly at the cold touch of the pale hand that grasped hers, then smiled.

"The brat won't snitch?"
"She's not a brat, and no, she won't snitch."
"She knows I'll gut 'er if she does."
"Dru told us ... in excruciating detail."
Spike laughed and hooked his arm around his Sire's waist,
"Right, you're free tomorrow night aswell then? I've still got a few ... loose ends to tie up."
"Fine by me."
"Great. See you then, Harris. Dru, pet say goodbye."
The vampire smiled fondly and waved goodbye, "Bye-bye, Kitten."
"Bye Dru, see ya Spike."
Xander watched them leave, then shut the door behind him,
"Dawn, you tell Buffy and I swear, *I'll* be the one who guts you."
"Huh?"
"When Spike says 'gut', he means hours of torture. A very prolonged death. I'd rather you died faster than that." He handed her a glass of Cola. "What's worse. He'd probably let Dru do it, then you really are screwed."
"She's not as dangerous as Buffy makes out she is."
"No. She is. She sat through 'Hannibal' correcting everything, how much blood should have flown, the volume of the screams - you get the picture."
" ... yikes."
"Damn it." He looked at the bottle of blood by the couch. "I told her to take it with her. No way that's gonna fit in the refridgerator."