She walked through the dark hallway, listening to the little noises that she could hear. Oh, some of her boys were raging, which wasn't unusual she had brought them back from various deaths.

"Mmm...Hush." She whispered violently, walking into the only room lit, and getting looks from all four males.

"They growl. Behave or I'll cut your tongue out."

She closed her eyes, halting and standing stone still. Miss Edith cradled in the crook of her arm.

"Two little Slayer's are here, I feel them." She continued, "Never could kill her, didn't have the heart, my Spike, gone all gone. Not a shred of malice in him." She sighed, opening her eyes again, "I'll tear out his throat, make him beg. The imps will find it quite interesting." She giggled softly, maliciously at the thought.

Oh, her Spike needed to be taught a lesson, all her family left. All because of one little Slayer.

"I'll make him howl, make him feel pain. Bring him back."

She hissed, moving closer to the guys, who were still silent.

"Cat got your tongues, luv?" She asked them, her eyes shining, her mood had definitely improved.

Ford smiled, that was his Drusilla all right, his sire, well one of them anyway. Spike gone soft? Oh this he had to see for himself.

"No doubt you will, Dru. Let me help. That's why you brought me here isn't it?"

Oh he wanted to help, he wanted Buffy, not dead, that would be saved for Spike and Angel, but his eternally. Turning he looked at the other figures in the room, one of them looked very familiar.

"Ah, Dru? Who is that?"

Drusilla gave Ford one of her patent crazy smiles, moving closer to the dark-haired fledgling.
"His name is Zan, luv. He's here to help with our nasty Slayer troubles." She laced an arm around Ford's waist, eyes glued to Zan.

He just raised an eyebrow, "What's with the look?" He snapped, "And it ain't my fault you look like me." He was hostile, being brought back by a total stranger no less who claimed to be vampire.

"Naughty boy, is that any way to act?" Drusilla mocked, "All harsh and cruel, my lovely here only wanted to know." She wagged a finger at Zan, getting an aggravated expression in return.

Ford let out a harsh laugh and wrapped his arms around Drusilla, dipping her.

"Zan, huh?" It was interesting how much the annoyed punk on the ground looked like him. "Y'know what Zan? I think I like you. You've got spunk."

From behind him he heard someone groan.

"Bloody freckin' hell!"

"Now that's not very nice."

"Yeah well if you two are who I think you are, you have no room to judge boy-o." Doyle looked Ford straight in the eye. "Angel and Cordelia told me all about you. And her."

Ford rolled his eyes.