Drusilla stood in the nearly empty train station, face to face with Angel,
rather
staring through him than at him. Slowly, she
spoke in soft tones and riddles, while he watched her intently.
"The black widow has caught my lovely childe in her web of temptation.
She will do
to him the same that she did with the Dark
Angel." moving her gaze through the skylight, up to the stars, Dru sighed,
her face
painted with sadness and worry. Angel didn't
know exactly what she was talking about, but when she risked coming to
him, it was
usually important.
"What do you mean Dru?" he asked gently, trying to coax out a bit of sainfull
explanation from her mysterious lips.
"I will show you my dear. If you come with me to the Hellmouth."
Quite frankly, the Hellmouth was the last place Angel wanted to be. Too
many
memories. Too much of a chance of running
into Buffy. But something inside him told him he really needed to go. Softly
grabbing
hold of Drusilla's hand, he led her to the train,
where they'd make their trek to Sunnydale.
Sitting next to the window, Drusilla watched the night sky above them,
listening to
the painful things being whispered to her from
the stars, moon and the tiny, meek breeze. Next to her, Angel, kept his
gaze straight
ahead, dread swimming through his dark eyes.
Too soon for him, they found themselves exiting the train into the Sunnydale
train
station. "Now what Dru?" Angel asked, looking
around for anyone that might notice him.
"Follow." she stated, walking off in a seemingly random direction. But
he followed
straight to one of the many graveyards of
Sunnydale, California. Stopping suddenly, she lifted her arm to point just
ahead of
them. Following his eyes to where she pointed,
Angel spotted Buffy and Spike sitting together.
"Buffy..." Angel whispered taking a step forward only to be stopped by Drusilla.
"No Angel, watch." she told him, tears beginning to brim at the corners
of her eyes.
"The spider has her fly, she will strike soon."
Silently, they watched together as Buffy gently traced Spike's distinguished
figures
as he just sat there watching her, confused.
"What's going on Dru? What is she doing?"
"The same she did to you. Bringing him in so she can eat his darkness.
Devour what
she craves." Things suddenly begun to
make sense. Buffy was the slayer, but she craved the darkness inside the
things she
hunted. The darkness inside him and his
grandchilde Spike. He couldn't let her keep doing this, but her magic kept
him from
stopping her. Glancing over at Drusilla he knew
nothing was going to stop her though.
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(*Author's Note: Spike's chip is disabled but because of Buffy he hasn't
left of killed
her* )
Angel watched from a distance as Drusilla slowly made her way to the couple
sitting
in the darkness. When she was close to five feet away, Buffy finally sensed
her and
whipped her head around to glare at the vampiress.
"Drusilla." she hissed
Hearing his ex-lover's name brought Spike out of the dream-like trance
he had been
in and moved his gaze away from the slayer to Drusilla. And even though
he wanted
to say something, anything, it was if there was some power that held is
lips tightly
shut. Somewhere deep inside, he knew what was going on, but with speech
impossible at the time, he begged Dru with his eyes to help him.
Glancing quickly from Buffy to Spike and back to Buffy, Drusilla saw the
pain and
confusion in her dark prince's demon, through the window of his ice blue
eyes.
"You're a bad girl, Buffy." she stated in a low melodious tone. "The stars
cast their
eyes away from you, and your meek friends turn away in shame."
Buffy's eyes narrowed at Drusilla as she tried to gain control over her.
Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Dru looked down upon the slayer.
"Your
magic has nothing over me. The Dark Angel has already insured that." With
a
huntress's smile, one of the predator capturing her prey, her eyes widened
to fill
behind her eyelids and dark lashes, complete blackness. Reaching out as
fast as a
strike of lightening, Drusilla slashed a half-hazard heart across the slayer's
cheek.
Surprise filling the eyes of Buffy she jumped up. tackling the maddened
vampiress to
the ground, a stake suddenly in her hand. With her focus now on Drusilla,
the other
two male vampires could move to help the woman that was trying to help
them.
Pulling the slayer off of her, they held her up against the tree, while
Dru stood from
the ground and walked to stand in front of Buffy. "No more will this happen.
Never
more." she giggled the last part, giving some sort of signal towards Angel
and Spike.
The confusion lasted only seconds for the slayer as both Grandsire and
Grandchilde
smirked at lowered their mouths down upon each side of the slayer's petite
neck.
The two drank hungrily like starved children for what seemed forever to
Buffy.
Close to being claimed by unconciousness, Spike and Angel took their fangs
from her,
still holding her up. Buffy looked up at the grinning Drusilla, looking
for mercy, but
finding none. The only response was Dru moving to drink the last of her
essence.
Moments later, the slayer lay dead at the base of a weeping willow as the
unholy
trinity strode away together, Drusilla walking between the two.
~~~~~~~
( *A few days later, in Angel's old mansion* )
The three vampires lay together, their appetite sedated as they looked
around at the
corpses on the floor.
"The little tree, the clown, the annoying demoness, the man full of wisdom,
the little
tree's witch" Drusilla giggled, naming the corpses. Looking over to the
corner, Buffy's
little sister Dawn sat huddled, rocking back and forth. "We will keep her,
the tiny key,
I want a new pet." Dru stated dreamily, snuggling happily between Angel
and Spike.
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More? No? Should they go to LA?