Author: Amanda
E-mail: Amandab9@a...
Feedback: YES, please!
Timeline: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am writing purely to please the
annoying voices in my head. The beginning actions and speech is
actually from "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but the feelings
are mine. You should be able to tell when I start the actual writing
of my own.
Note: I can't really remember the structure for the Factory so I don't know if it is right for the story. In this, there are three stories. The top story has the rooms, which Spike is in, below it is Cordelia chained up, and on the bottom floor is the main part where Dru and Angelus are talking. Sorry if it doesn't fit with the real set for the show.
"Hey, baby," Angelus carelessly replied to Drusilla's welcoming greeting. "Where's Roller Boy?"
"Spike? He went to play with the girl. But that was quite a while ago. What do you think they could be doing for so long?" Drusilla asked innocently.
Angelus looked up towards the ceiling, as if he could see Spike through the wall. He heard the hum of a television and seemed satisfied the other vampire couldn't hear him. He needed Spike to be out of the way.
"I have a question for you, Dru. What good is Spike really now?" Angelus began. "He can't hunt, he can't kill, and he's pathetically weak. The boy needs to be hand fed," he added.
"You want the leeches to come and carry him off. Carry him off, carry him off. Carry him off to grandmother's grave," Drusilla softly crooned.
Angelus ignored her crazy rant. "I think it would be in everyone's best interests if we gave him to the slayer. She'll be thinking about him and won't see us until its too late."
Drusilla tilted her head, obviously thinking it over. "He's not happy, Dru. He'd want to go out from a strong slayer like Buffy. Besides, he might always win. Get rid of her and add a third slayer under his belt."
Finally, Drusilla gave in. "Grandmother won't be happy she has to share the grave," Drusilla concluded.
Cordelia sat very still from her place on the floor. Below her she had heard every word Drusilla and Angelus had said. Above her she heard Spike's TV blasting.
Cordelia realized there was no way Spike himself could have heard the other vampire's discussion. His loud program had made the voices sound muffled too ever her. Adding another floor and sitting right in front of the noise, hearing would be impossible, even for a vampire.
If Spike were dusted, Cordelia wouldn't have to hear him complain about the others or feel his slight punches anymore. However, she would also be stuck with the four worst. Angelus, Drusilla, Willow, and Xander were twenty times worse and left her in so much pain parts of her body were still numb.
Maybe Cordelia could tell Spike and he and the other's could get in a huge fight. In the end they could all just dust each other.
Cordelia rolled her eyes at herself. While she was dreaming, why didn't she just have one of them let her leave first? It was almost as probable as them all killing each other.
Four against one wasn't an every good odd. Add the fact the 'one' is in a wheelchair and it isn't a fight, it's a slaughter. The only one Cordelia had come close to not hating was going to be staked. Unless she did something to stop it.
"Honey, we're home!" Xander dryly remarked, taking long strides into The Factory.
Willow rolled her eyes with a light grin before going straight to her sire's arms.
"How were the Scoobies?" Angelus asked, tightly wrapping his arms around his newest childe.
"Gullible. Naïve. Stupid. All the things you warned us about," Willow easily answered. Her voice turned serious, "But we need to talk. I think we may be being watching by someone or something."
Xander tuned out their conversation as he reached his own sire. "Drusilla, could I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, angry with himself for suddenly feeling shaky and nervous.
The dark haired vampire gently nodded her head. Xander felt privileged. Why was it she could make him feel so… human?
On the way to the next room, Xander took in part of Willow and Angelus' conversation.
"So it seemed like a human following you?" Angelus was asking.
"Yep," Xander agreed, off-handedly.
"Xander, wait a second," Angelus called out.
He stopped walking and turned around. Drusilla, who was at his side, followed in suit.
"There are a few things we have to discuss with you guys as well. One, what your excuses for missing school tomorrow will be; and two, Spike.
Xander made a reflect look of distaste.
"Spike? What good is he? We should just dust the Brit already," Xander replied with a shake of his head.
Too Xander's utter surprise, Angelus grinned widely. "That's the plan, actually."
"Really? Do share," Willow begged, from Xander's grandsire's side.
Angelus looked up at Xander and Drusilla. As if he could sense how much Xander needed to speak with his sire, Angelus nodded. "Why don't I tell you how, and let Dru tell Xander?" Angelus asked, winking at Xander.
"Great," Xander answered, possibly too quickly and happily. He grabbed Drusilla's hand and dragged her to the next room.
Drusilla was giggling by his side. "He likes you. Not Spike, never Spike. But he likes you."
"Who? Angelus?" Xander asked, shocked.
Drusilla slowly nodded. "Likes you like his own childe. Even the walls can see that, and you know how much they like to gossip. Soon everyone will know."
Xander nodded without thinking. It was definitely good to be liked by Angelus, and now Xander actually respected and liked the old vampire also. That thought gave Xander enough courage to speak his mind to Dru.
"Do you remember when you turned me?" Xander asked, mentally cursing himself for sounding like an idiot. Of course she remembered turning him, it was a whole one night ago.
Drusilla softly nodded, curious eyes searching his face for the answer to her unasked question why.
"There was a love. Every female loved me. But then I heard vampires aren't affected by love spells. So, were you? Ya know, under the spell," Xander quickly blurted out, again wondering why he had to sound so pathetic.
Drusilla's felt lit up with a sincere and pleasant grin. Instead of speaking, she reached out and stroked Xander's face. As Xander tilted his head to the side with pleasure, she covered her lips with his.
E-mail: Amandab9@a...
Feedback: YES, please!
Timeline: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I am writing purely to please the
annoying voices in my head. The beginning actions and speech is
actually from "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered" but the feelings
are mine. You should be able to tell when I start the actual writing
of my own.
Note: I can't really remember the structure for the Factory so I don't know if it is right for the story. In this, there are three stories. The top story has the rooms, which Spike is in, below it is Cordelia chained up, and on the bottom floor is the main part where Dru and Angelus are talking. Sorry if it doesn't fit with the real set for the show.
"Hey, baby," Angelus carelessly replied to Drusilla's welcoming greeting. "Where's Roller Boy?"
"Spike? He went to play with the girl. But that was quite a while ago. What do you think they could be doing for so long?" Drusilla asked innocently.
Angelus looked up towards the ceiling, as if he could see Spike through the wall. He heard the hum of a television and seemed satisfied the other vampire couldn't hear him. He needed Spike to be out of the way.
"I have a question for you, Dru. What good is Spike really now?" Angelus began. "He can't hunt, he can't kill, and he's pathetically weak. The boy needs to be hand fed," he added.
"You want the leeches to come and carry him off. Carry him off, carry him off. Carry him off to grandmother's grave," Drusilla softly crooned.
Angelus ignored her crazy rant. "I think it would be in everyone's best interests if we gave him to the slayer. She'll be thinking about him and won't see us until its too late."
Drusilla tilted her head, obviously thinking it over. "He's not happy, Dru. He'd want to go out from a strong slayer like Buffy. Besides, he might always win. Get rid of her and add a third slayer under his belt."
Finally, Drusilla gave in. "Grandmother won't be happy she has to share the grave," Drusilla concluded.
Cordelia sat very still from her place on the floor. Below her she had heard every word Drusilla and Angelus had said. Above her she heard Spike's TV blasting.
Cordelia realized there was no way Spike himself could have heard the other vampire's discussion. His loud program had made the voices sound muffled too ever her. Adding another floor and sitting right in front of the noise, hearing would be impossible, even for a vampire.
If Spike were dusted, Cordelia wouldn't have to hear him complain about the others or feel his slight punches anymore. However, she would also be stuck with the four worst. Angelus, Drusilla, Willow, and Xander were twenty times worse and left her in so much pain parts of her body were still numb.
Maybe Cordelia could tell Spike and he and the other's could get in a huge fight. In the end they could all just dust each other.
Cordelia rolled her eyes at herself. While she was dreaming, why didn't she just have one of them let her leave first? It was almost as probable as them all killing each other.
Four against one wasn't an every good odd. Add the fact the 'one' is in a wheelchair and it isn't a fight, it's a slaughter. The only one Cordelia had come close to not hating was going to be staked. Unless she did something to stop it.
"Honey, we're home!" Xander dryly remarked, taking long strides into The Factory.
Willow rolled her eyes with a light grin before going straight to her sire's arms.
"How were the Scoobies?" Angelus asked, tightly wrapping his arms around his newest childe.
"Gullible. Naïve. Stupid. All the things you warned us about," Willow easily answered. Her voice turned serious, "But we need to talk. I think we may be being watching by someone or something."
Xander tuned out their conversation as he reached his own sire. "Drusilla, could I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, angry with himself for suddenly feeling shaky and nervous.
The dark haired vampire gently nodded her head. Xander felt privileged. Why was it she could make him feel so… human?
On the way to the next room, Xander took in part of Willow and Angelus' conversation.
"So it seemed like a human following you?" Angelus was asking.
"Yep," Xander agreed, off-handedly.
"Xander, wait a second," Angelus called out.
He stopped walking and turned around. Drusilla, who was at his side, followed in suit.
"There are a few things we have to discuss with you guys as well. One, what your excuses for missing school tomorrow will be; and two, Spike.
Xander made a reflect look of distaste.
"Spike? What good is he? We should just dust the Brit already," Xander replied with a shake of his head.
Too Xander's utter surprise, Angelus grinned widely. "That's the plan, actually."
"Really? Do share," Willow begged, from Xander's grandsire's side.
Angelus looked up at Xander and Drusilla. As if he could sense how much Xander needed to speak with his sire, Angelus nodded. "Why don't I tell you how, and let Dru tell Xander?" Angelus asked, winking at Xander.
"Great," Xander answered, possibly too quickly and happily. He grabbed Drusilla's hand and dragged her to the next room.
Drusilla was giggling by his side. "He likes you. Not Spike, never Spike. But he likes you."
"Who? Angelus?" Xander asked, shocked.
Drusilla slowly nodded. "Likes you like his own childe. Even the walls can see that, and you know how much they like to gossip. Soon everyone will know."
Xander nodded without thinking. It was definitely good to be liked by Angelus, and now Xander actually respected and liked the old vampire also. That thought gave Xander enough courage to speak his mind to Dru.
"Do you remember when you turned me?" Xander asked, mentally cursing himself for sounding like an idiot. Of course she remembered turning him, it was a whole one night ago.
Drusilla softly nodded, curious eyes searching his face for the answer to her unasked question why.
"There was a love. Every female loved me. But then I heard vampires aren't affected by love spells. So, were you? Ya know, under the spell," Xander quickly blurted out, again wondering why he had to sound so pathetic.
Drusilla's felt lit up with a sincere and pleasant grin. Instead of speaking, she reached out and stroked Xander's face. As Xander tilted his head to the side with pleasure, she covered her lips with his.