Title: Willow and Drusilla: The First Cuddle
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Summary: What it says.
Rating: PG
Notes: part of my 'Demon!Cuddleverse' series. Set early season seven, post- 'The English Patience', contempary with my other 'First Cuddle' stories.
Disclaimer: not mine. Joss etc. please don't sue.
Notes: The song Dru sings is real. Find it at: http://www.acronet.net/~robokopp/english/otakeme.htm
Willow is alone in her dorm room, looking round. After the trip to England, she's decided to try collage again. There are two beds, but only hers is made: she's decided that living with Buffy isn't helping her magic addition, and a new room on campus might. It feels very lonely, to be just one with two beds.
She is about to get up and change for bed, when someone knocks on the door.
"Come in," she says. The door isn't locked, after all, and the only people who know where she is are her friends. It's probably Buffy, come to see her settle.
"So kind, to invite me in, without even seeing my pretty face," Drusilla says, as she curls round the door. Willow recognises her- vampire!- and panics.
"Silly human. You're going to do a spell for me." When Willow stands to try and leave, Drusilla grabs her arm, and her own head in quick succession. There's something familiar about the gesture, but Willow can't place it imideatly.
"No spells, Drusilla, I don't use magic anymore. What did you want doing?"
"I want you to take away the electrictiy. It lies to me."
Suddenly it falls into place: the hand-to-the-forehead motion is exactly the same as Spike's. "You got chipped?"
"Yes- nasty man put horrid wires into my head. The pictures all go away, and I'm alone."
"You stopped having visions?"
"No more pictures, only voices. Nasty wires sting and hurt me, so Drusilla can't eat any more."
Compassion overtakes any other emotions Willow might have felt, and she says, "Don't worry, Dru. I know where Spike goes to buy his blood, we'll go and get some."
"Spike's here? My Spike's still here?"
"Yes, he's here, Dru." She is beautiful, Willow thinks. I know why Spike spent so long looking after her.
"Nice. But- hungry now?" Funny human, Drusilla thinks. She's staring at me, as if she wants to eat me. I'd eat her, if I could. Maybe this is the girl Spike loves.
They leave the room, and head out into the darkness. Willow makes sure to keep them on paths that are well lit, the paths that vampires know the Slayer patrols. Between them, she figures, they can probaly stand up to most things that would come here- humans aren't a problem, and one or tow stupid flegelings Dru could deal with, assuming her chip allows her to hurt demons.
"Drusilla?"
"Yes? What it is?"
"Can you hurt demons? Do you know?"
"Hurt demons? I think so. I can't eat them, though."
"No, of course not."
When they've bought blood for Dru and coffee for Willow, they sit side by side on the only park bench that is lit from the street, and talk.
"It's sweet of you to find me food, pretty girl," Drusilla says. "I don't know your name, dearie."
"Willow- my name's Willow- and it's okay, really."
"Willow. Like the tree?"
"That's right."
"My mummy used to sing about the willow trees, a song about love. Do you know it?"
"I don't know, Dru. Why don't you sing it for me?"
"If you want me to.
"O take me in your arms, love
For keen doth the wind blow
O take me in your arms, love For bitter is my deep woe.
[Tara's gone. I loved her so much, and she's gone.]
"She hears me not, she heeds me not
Nor will she listen to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
[She died, and I'm alone. Her face is gone forever. I wish I wasn't alone any more: I wish I knew someone cared.]
"The ribbon fair that bound her hair
Is all that is left to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
[I think I might die if I'm alone anymore. No one next to me, no one to hold. It scares me, and I can't do it anymore.]
"I once had gold and silver
I thought them without end
I once had gold and silver
I thought I had a true friend.
[Buffy used be to my friend, but we're drifting apart. We might get closer, one day, but I need company now.]
"My wealth is lost, my friend is false
My love hath he stolen from me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree."
As she sings, Drusilla leans sideways, towards Willow, and closes her eyes. Her voice is rough but fair and she uses it well, bringing out the sadness in the melody. The emotion carries over to Willow so that by the end of the tune there are tears in her eyes. When she finds that Drusilla is resting on her shoulder, she wraps her arms around the vampiress and hugs her tightly, weeping.
"Hush, Willow-tree girl. Let's take you back to your beddie-byes, and tug you up snug and warm."
Willow is barely aware of being carried home, and when she wakes in the morning she thinks it was all a dream- until she opens her eyes to find dark hair on the pillow next to her and a cool body spooned into her own. Then, she smiles, and knows that perhaps things will be okay once more, one of these days.
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
Summary: What it says.
Rating: PG
Notes: part of my 'Demon!Cuddleverse' series. Set early season seven, post- 'The English Patience', contempary with my other 'First Cuddle' stories.
Disclaimer: not mine. Joss etc. please don't sue.
Notes: The song Dru sings is real. Find it at: http://www.acronet.net/~robokopp/english/otakeme.htm
Willow is alone in her dorm room, looking round. After the trip to England, she's decided to try collage again. There are two beds, but only hers is made: she's decided that living with Buffy isn't helping her magic addition, and a new room on campus might. It feels very lonely, to be just one with two beds.
She is about to get up and change for bed, when someone knocks on the door.
"Come in," she says. The door isn't locked, after all, and the only people who know where she is are her friends. It's probably Buffy, come to see her settle.
"So kind, to invite me in, without even seeing my pretty face," Drusilla says, as she curls round the door. Willow recognises her- vampire!- and panics.
"Silly human. You're going to do a spell for me." When Willow stands to try and leave, Drusilla grabs her arm, and her own head in quick succession. There's something familiar about the gesture, but Willow can't place it imideatly.
"No spells, Drusilla, I don't use magic anymore. What did you want doing?"
"I want you to take away the electrictiy. It lies to me."
Suddenly it falls into place: the hand-to-the-forehead motion is exactly the same as Spike's. "You got chipped?"
"Yes- nasty man put horrid wires into my head. The pictures all go away, and I'm alone."
"You stopped having visions?"
"No more pictures, only voices. Nasty wires sting and hurt me, so Drusilla can't eat any more."
Compassion overtakes any other emotions Willow might have felt, and she says, "Don't worry, Dru. I know where Spike goes to buy his blood, we'll go and get some."
"Spike's here? My Spike's still here?"
"Yes, he's here, Dru." She is beautiful, Willow thinks. I know why Spike spent so long looking after her.
"Nice. But- hungry now?" Funny human, Drusilla thinks. She's staring at me, as if she wants to eat me. I'd eat her, if I could. Maybe this is the girl Spike loves.
They leave the room, and head out into the darkness. Willow makes sure to keep them on paths that are well lit, the paths that vampires know the Slayer patrols. Between them, she figures, they can probaly stand up to most things that would come here- humans aren't a problem, and one or tow stupid flegelings Dru could deal with, assuming her chip allows her to hurt demons.
"Drusilla?"
"Yes? What it is?"
"Can you hurt demons? Do you know?"
"Hurt demons? I think so. I can't eat them, though."
"No, of course not."
When they've bought blood for Dru and coffee for Willow, they sit side by side on the only park bench that is lit from the street, and talk.
"It's sweet of you to find me food, pretty girl," Drusilla says. "I don't know your name, dearie."
"Willow- my name's Willow- and it's okay, really."
"Willow. Like the tree?"
"That's right."
"My mummy used to sing about the willow trees, a song about love. Do you know it?"
"I don't know, Dru. Why don't you sing it for me?"
"If you want me to.
"O take me in your arms, love
For keen doth the wind blow
O take me in your arms, love For bitter is my deep woe.
[Tara's gone. I loved her so much, and she's gone.]
"She hears me not, she heeds me not
Nor will she listen to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
[She died, and I'm alone. Her face is gone forever. I wish I wasn't alone any more: I wish I knew someone cared.]
"The ribbon fair that bound her hair
Is all that is left to me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree.
[I think I might die if I'm alone anymore. No one next to me, no one to hold. It scares me, and I can't do it anymore.]
"I once had gold and silver
I thought them without end
I once had gold and silver
I thought I had a true friend.
[Buffy used be to my friend, but we're drifting apart. We might get closer, one day, but I need company now.]
"My wealth is lost, my friend is false
My love hath he stolen from me
While here I lie alone
To die beneath the willow tree."
As she sings, Drusilla leans sideways, towards Willow, and closes her eyes. Her voice is rough but fair and she uses it well, bringing out the sadness in the melody. The emotion carries over to Willow so that by the end of the tune there are tears in her eyes. When she finds that Drusilla is resting on her shoulder, she wraps her arms around the vampiress and hugs her tightly, weeping.
"Hush, Willow-tree girl. Let's take you back to your beddie-byes, and tug you up snug and warm."
Willow is barely aware of being carried home, and when she wakes in the morning she thinks it was all a dream- until she opens her eyes to find dark hair on the pillow next to her and a cool body spooned into her own. Then, she smiles, and knows that perhaps things will be okay once more, one of these days.