Drusilla 'tsk-ed' softly, "Not very nice of Daddy, telling bad things about me." She looked as if she were going to pout soon, her large eyes locked on Doyle.
"They tell me your ungrateful, you'd rather go wandering back to them, when I brought you back." She gave Doyle a harsh glare, resting her head on Ford's shoulder. Knowing that at least one of them would stay with her through this.
Well, this was getting to be a circus. what with looney woman and her faithful...whatever he was. And now you could add Irish guy who didn't seem to have a clue as to what was up.
"Okay, this is about as much fun as getting your hand caught in a fan. I'm leaving." Zan announced, getting up off the floor, "If you don't want me too, try and stop me."
Ford was standing in front of Zan before he had a chance to take even a step towards the door.
"You sure you wanna leave?" He asked grinning. "You could stay, help us out a bit with the Slayers. You know you want to."
Doyle glared at Dru, that crazy English bitch was enough to drive him to a second death! He'd just have to wait it out, if Dru was looking to get back at her "daddy" then Angel was going to be in town. Maybe, just maybe, he could stay alive, and sane enough to find him.
"I don't even know what a damn Slayer is, let alone want to help you with your problem." Zan growled, "Gotta admit it does sound like fun...but how I am supposed to help if I don't even know what your talking about?" He gave Ford a withering glare, still pondering how strange it was to be looking at a slightly skewed version of himself.
Drusilla moved behind Zan, running a hand down his face, "You want to help, I can feel it." She whispered in his ear, giving Ford another mad smile, Zan noticed she was always giving Ford that smile. These two were definitely off their rocker, one more so than the other, but that was beside the point.
And the Irish guy, he seemed to want out of there and quick, which Zan could kind of relate to. Even though Ford and Dru seemed to quite the characters and amusing to be around.
"How the hell do you know if I want to stay?" He growled, moving a step away from Dru, "I don't even know that."
"I see it." Drusilla replied, "my lovely, I see it, it surrounds you like a smoke and it stings my eyes." She said the last part with a pout, her head tilted to one-side as she gazed at Zan.
"She's mad, right?" Zan blurted, a half-grin on his face, "It's kinda adorable, in a messed up way. Of course I wouldn't go for it, wouldn't want to get into somebody elses territory." He shot Ford a look, uncertain exactly what his relationship was with Drusilla.
Alex rubbed the back of his head, and watched the exchange bewteen Zan, the guy named Ford and whoever the girl was. "Adorable...That isn't adorable...it's weird!" He said, looking at the only other person in the room who seemed to be on the side of good.
"And If you don't mind I'll be leaving now." Alex said, climbing off the ground and heading for the door. 'Maria's going to freak when she finds out I'm alive, or whatever.' He thought, hoping to god he'd be able to get out of here.
Doyle had to admit that he admired the kid. Drusilla could have killed him, again, in no time flat. But he wasn't about to let the lad go off my his self. "Hey, wait up."
"Well," Ford said turning to Dru. "What are we going to do about them?"
Drusilla bit her bottom lip, looking very much like the little girl that got refused a new doll.
"Eat them." She said rashly, starting after them, then stopping, "No, no, they'd taste like dirt, all petrified and old." She clenched her hands into fists.
"Let them leave, like lost little lambs." She locked gazes with Ford, "Everybody leaves me." She started to whimper again.
"Does she always do this man?" Zan muttered, "Because it could get old, real fast." He raked his fingers through his gelled hair, adopting that bored expression again.
"Oh, and man explain to me again why I've been brought back, 'cause Slayer killing...Not really something I know how to do."
Ignoring Dru's tears Ford tried to explain the Slayer to Zan.
"She's this girl, the only girl in the world that can kill vampires. Well, the current Slayer, she's special, you see, she's died twice now and has been brought back to life by her friends both times. There's one little catch, when ever one Slayer dies the next is called, so we now have not one, but two Slayers roaming the world. With me so far?" Ford paused to let the new information sink in. "Buffy Summers is the wonder Slayer. She's perfect, or so she likes to think. I've known her her whole life, we were pals." He added smirking. "Well one day Buffy got called and all this weird shit started happening, and I found out, about that time I also found out I wasn't gonna be around long. Brain cancer. So I learned everything I could about vampires and followed Buff to Sunnydale looking for Spike, offered him a trade, if he would turn me, he could kill Buffy. On the day of the trade things didn't exactly go as planed, Buffy showed up, threatened to kill Dru if Spike didn't let everyone go, and got out alive. Staked me the next night." He sighed, she hadn't even let him have his first kill! "Now from what I hear Spikey boy has gone and fallen in love with good ol' Buff, just like his and Dru's sire Angel. You must know, or know of the new girl or you wouldn't be here. 'Cause honestly who would want to be in Roswell, New Mexico?"
"Lets just say I've got family here. I don't know anything about the Slayer's, and to tell you the truth, I don't care." Zan snapped, "I'm just looking for some people I know, I'll help you if you want, but my first plan, find Liz Parker and she'll lead me to my 'family'." He looked absently at the now in tears Dru, "If your lucky enough you can find that new Slayer while we're in hell whole, and maybe off that amazing one that keeps coming back. Kind of like Dracula."
Ford frowned slightly before realizing he really didn't have any other choice in the matter.
"Fine, we'll help you find Liz Parker. Then you help us find the Slayers. Can we go now? I'm feelin kinda hungry." He added looking at Dru.
Drusilla had long since forgotten that she was upset and broke into a large smile at the thought of a hunt.
"Mmmm...I like that idea." She exclaimed, getting an uneasy look from Zan, "Don't worry luv, we won't eat you. Unless you make us cross." She took Ford's arm, heading for the door.
"Crazies, I was brought back by crazies." Zan groaned, following behind them, not sure he really wanted to be around when they ate, it could be strange.
Smiling Ford draped his arm around Dru once more. "Don't worry Zannie, maybe we can find your Liz Parker while we're out. After all Roswell's not eactly a big city."
Zan rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Not like I want to be here in the first place, rather be back in New York, or dead. Death was kinda nice, didn't have to worry about all this crap." He growled, following the two vampires, which were starting to make him sick.
"I saw an old man when I was asleep, pointed towards the moon, and then stole my tea." Drusilla whispered, "I didn't like him, rude and ugly." She flicked her fingers as if threatening to slash something.
"Right. What ever you say Drusilla." Personally Dru was waring on Ford. 'How did Spike put up with this? No matter, in no time I'll have Buffy with me and then I can ditch this loon.' Walking out into the street Ford spotted the Crashdown, and the dark ally behind it. "Perfect."
"They tell me your ungrateful, you'd rather go wandering back to them, when I brought you back." She gave Doyle a harsh glare, resting her head on Ford's shoulder. Knowing that at least one of them would stay with her through this.
Well, this was getting to be a circus. what with looney woman and her faithful...whatever he was. And now you could add Irish guy who didn't seem to have a clue as to what was up.
"Okay, this is about as much fun as getting your hand caught in a fan. I'm leaving." Zan announced, getting up off the floor, "If you don't want me too, try and stop me."
Ford was standing in front of Zan before he had a chance to take even a step towards the door.
"You sure you wanna leave?" He asked grinning. "You could stay, help us out a bit with the Slayers. You know you want to."
Doyle glared at Dru, that crazy English bitch was enough to drive him to a second death! He'd just have to wait it out, if Dru was looking to get back at her "daddy" then Angel was going to be in town. Maybe, just maybe, he could stay alive, and sane enough to find him.
"I don't even know what a damn Slayer is, let alone want to help you with your problem." Zan growled, "Gotta admit it does sound like fun...but how I am supposed to help if I don't even know what your talking about?" He gave Ford a withering glare, still pondering how strange it was to be looking at a slightly skewed version of himself.
Drusilla moved behind Zan, running a hand down his face, "You want to help, I can feel it." She whispered in his ear, giving Ford another mad smile, Zan noticed she was always giving Ford that smile. These two were definitely off their rocker, one more so than the other, but that was beside the point.
And the Irish guy, he seemed to want out of there and quick, which Zan could kind of relate to. Even though Ford and Dru seemed to quite the characters and amusing to be around.
"How the hell do you know if I want to stay?" He growled, moving a step away from Dru, "I don't even know that."
"I see it." Drusilla replied, "my lovely, I see it, it surrounds you like a smoke and it stings my eyes." She said the last part with a pout, her head tilted to one-side as she gazed at Zan.
"She's mad, right?" Zan blurted, a half-grin on his face, "It's kinda adorable, in a messed up way. Of course I wouldn't go for it, wouldn't want to get into somebody elses territory." He shot Ford a look, uncertain exactly what his relationship was with Drusilla.
Alex rubbed the back of his head, and watched the exchange bewteen Zan, the guy named Ford and whoever the girl was. "Adorable...That isn't adorable...it's weird!" He said, looking at the only other person in the room who seemed to be on the side of good.
"And If you don't mind I'll be leaving now." Alex said, climbing off the ground and heading for the door. 'Maria's going to freak when she finds out I'm alive, or whatever.' He thought, hoping to god he'd be able to get out of here.
Doyle had to admit that he admired the kid. Drusilla could have killed him, again, in no time flat. But he wasn't about to let the lad go off my his self. "Hey, wait up."
"Well," Ford said turning to Dru. "What are we going to do about them?"
Drusilla bit her bottom lip, looking very much like the little girl that got refused a new doll.
"Eat them." She said rashly, starting after them, then stopping, "No, no, they'd taste like dirt, all petrified and old." She clenched her hands into fists.
"Let them leave, like lost little lambs." She locked gazes with Ford, "Everybody leaves me." She started to whimper again.
"Does she always do this man?" Zan muttered, "Because it could get old, real fast." He raked his fingers through his gelled hair, adopting that bored expression again.
"Oh, and man explain to me again why I've been brought back, 'cause Slayer killing...Not really something I know how to do."
Ignoring Dru's tears Ford tried to explain the Slayer to Zan.
"She's this girl, the only girl in the world that can kill vampires. Well, the current Slayer, she's special, you see, she's died twice now and has been brought back to life by her friends both times. There's one little catch, when ever one Slayer dies the next is called, so we now have not one, but two Slayers roaming the world. With me so far?" Ford paused to let the new information sink in. "Buffy Summers is the wonder Slayer. She's perfect, or so she likes to think. I've known her her whole life, we were pals." He added smirking. "Well one day Buffy got called and all this weird shit started happening, and I found out, about that time I also found out I wasn't gonna be around long. Brain cancer. So I learned everything I could about vampires and followed Buff to Sunnydale looking for Spike, offered him a trade, if he would turn me, he could kill Buffy. On the day of the trade things didn't exactly go as planed, Buffy showed up, threatened to kill Dru if Spike didn't let everyone go, and got out alive. Staked me the next night." He sighed, she hadn't even let him have his first kill! "Now from what I hear Spikey boy has gone and fallen in love with good ol' Buff, just like his and Dru's sire Angel. You must know, or know of the new girl or you wouldn't be here. 'Cause honestly who would want to be in Roswell, New Mexico?"
"Lets just say I've got family here. I don't know anything about the Slayer's, and to tell you the truth, I don't care." Zan snapped, "I'm just looking for some people I know, I'll help you if you want, but my first plan, find Liz Parker and she'll lead me to my 'family'." He looked absently at the now in tears Dru, "If your lucky enough you can find that new Slayer while we're in hell whole, and maybe off that amazing one that keeps coming back. Kind of like Dracula."
Ford frowned slightly before realizing he really didn't have any other choice in the matter.
"Fine, we'll help you find Liz Parker. Then you help us find the Slayers. Can we go now? I'm feelin kinda hungry." He added looking at Dru.
Drusilla had long since forgotten that she was upset and broke into a large smile at the thought of a hunt.
"Mmmm...I like that idea." She exclaimed, getting an uneasy look from Zan, "Don't worry luv, we won't eat you. Unless you make us cross." She took Ford's arm, heading for the door.
"Crazies, I was brought back by crazies." Zan groaned, following behind them, not sure he really wanted to be around when they ate, it could be strange.
Smiling Ford draped his arm around Dru once more. "Don't worry Zannie, maybe we can find your Liz Parker while we're out. After all Roswell's not eactly a big city."
Zan rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Not like I want to be here in the first place, rather be back in New York, or dead. Death was kinda nice, didn't have to worry about all this crap." He growled, following the two vampires, which were starting to make him sick.
"I saw an old man when I was asleep, pointed towards the moon, and then stole my tea." Drusilla whispered, "I didn't like him, rude and ugly." She flicked her fingers as if threatening to slash something.
"Right. What ever you say Drusilla." Personally Dru was waring on Ford. 'How did Spike put up with this? No matter, in no time I'll have Buffy with me and then I can ditch this loon.' Walking out into the street Ford spotted the Crashdown, and the dark ally behind it. "Perfect."
