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are song/poem lyrics, disclaimed at beginning of episode if necessary.
Lyrics are from 'Goodbye' by the Crash poets.
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--I
turned left - but you turned right
only one way roads on this stretch of life--
Spike watched as the Slayer searched for her boots.
"Spike?"
"Mmm, pet?"
"You are watching Dawn while I patrol, right?"
"S'pose so, Slayer."
Buffy rolled her eyes, grinning. They had come to an unusual agreement. Her smile fell slightly, but she sighed in acceptance and continued talking to one of her closest friends. Neither Spike, nor Buffy had serious romantic feelings for each other; their relationship was one of mutual using. Buffy used Spike as a physical release of her stress. When he held her, she felt more alive. Less invisible. Spike used Buffy for the simple pleasures of shagging. And to ease the pain of not having her fully, body and soul. Spike was slowly falling out of love, or well, more into an acceptance, the kind of acceptance where one can move on. Or at least live on.
Buffy hugged him goodbye, and then with a wisp of something, she was gone.
Spike stood, his jeans, low on his hips, his chest bare and well toned. A comfortable, if empty silence filled the small apartment that Buffy had insisted he buy. It was simple, a living room, bedroom, small kitchen, bathroom, and spare room.
It oozed Spike. There were pictures scattered everywhere in painfully girly colours thanks to the Slayer. Books filled two large bookcases and two or three dog-eared copies were on the coffee table in the living room. There were odd memoirs of Buffy, Dawn, Xander and Anya around as well. A few beer cans and the Sports Illustrated were precariously dangling off the lamp table in Xander's honour, a jacket or scarf here or there for Anya along with empty coffee mugs after hours of catching up on the centuries, a torch, soda can and ice-cream bucket represented Dawn and their story-telling sessions and a punching bag, axe and lip balm proudly bore the words 'SLAYER' in invisible handwriting.
So much life, but so little feeling. Spike sighed and picked up his book.
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--we can't back up or turn back time--
Angel paused, calling on the blood. She was near. He could tell. But the bond was weaker than he had thought it would be. Centuries do that.
Shaking of the sadness in the name of a greater cause, Angel pulled forward his demon and glanced down at the defined 'Angelus' outfit. Leather and Silk. He hated to admit it, but Angel secretly preferred Angelus' sense of fashion to Angel's. But nothing of Angelus could remain any longer on this earth. Angelus was evil.
Making his way to the villa surrounded by minions, Angel moved with a deadly grace and confidence that had made Angelus one of the most intimidating yet alluring vampires of age. He was shocked to find that not only did he feel comfortable, but energised. The thought that being Angelus made him happy was one that Angel preferred to ignore.
"What can I do for you Master?" The minion was smart. Smart enough to sense the age and blood oozing from every pore Angel possessed.
"Bring me my childe."
"Mistress Drusilla, Sire?"
"Aye."
The minion led him to a plush room and scampered in search of the fairy princess upstairs. Angel curled himself around an ornate armchair and licked his teeth in anticipation. He looked intimidating and sexy and powerful. He knew it. And he liked it. And he hated that.
"Mistress Drusilla has been crying, Sire, for two days. She has been asking for you, but she is too dazed to understand you are here. What is your will?"
" I will come to her, leave me for now."
"As you desire."
The minion turned to leave.
"Wait."
"I am at your service."
"If a young boy, human, comes in search of Drusilla – do not harm him. Bring him here and inform me of his arrival. Do not let him discover that I too am here. If he is hurt, you will all die. Need I elaborate, these threats bore me?"
"I understand perfectly, Sire."
"Make sure all the other minions understand just as clearly as you do. If any of them fault, I will dust you too."
"Very well, Master."
"Good. Now go."
The minion left and Angel made his way to the curling staircase that would lead to Drusilla. He was fortunate that Connor had either gone to Sunnydale first, or not yet found Drusilla. The boy didn't know how to call and that was what Angel had relied on – correctly. Just as he reached the stairwell, the minion entered leading a suspicious Connor behind him.
"Angel?"
Angel sighed and dismissed the minion quickly.
"Connor, I had to come. Drusilla won't understand what you are. She could try and hurt you or kill you. She's insane, very few people can handle her properly."
"I will not leave without seeing her. You can be present if you want. But I have to see her."
Angel sighed and one look at Connor's face told him that giving in now would be faster than reaching that conclusion after arguing. He nodded and they walked upstairs. Drusilla's wails echoed down the passageway and they followed them to a door guarded by a minion with scratches all over his face.
"Leave."
The minion nodded and was gone so quickly, it was almost funny.
Angel pushed open the door and Drusilla's face spun towards him.
Her cries immediately quietened. She had assumed that someone had hurt her Daddy and that was why she sensed his blood in Brazil. But Daddy was standing there and so was the one that was like Daddy.
"Lit-tle Daddy."
"Dru, my beauty, this is Connor."
Drusilla rose as a princess from the large red blood sheets and almost floated towards the two men. She reached for Connor but Angel grabbed her arms and puller her to himself instead.
Connor watched with interest as Angel began to coo, and purr, soothing the gentle tears falling from Drusilla's eyes.
"Hush my pet, Daddy doesn't like to see you cry. Connor is my childe too."
"Heartbeat. Grand-Mum. Not right Dad-dy."
"None of my babies are special like you my plum, so shall Connor be special like he is. You trust me, don't you, my beauty?"
"Can I touch him?"
"If you're careful Dru."
"I'll be careful like I am with Miss Edith."
"Good girl."
Connor haltingly stepped forward and Dru moved to stand in front of him. She tilted her head and frowned as her left hand reached up to his face. Minutes went by, Dru slowly memorising his face and pouting and accepting and moving on. Then, to her amazement, Connor tilted his own head, smiled and reached out to her face. Her demon calmed at his touch and the nonsense in her head quietened.
Angel bit his lip and looked away, his demon rejoicing…and his soul also. Watching two childer he would give his life for…. together, already beginning to love each other as he did them…. it touched the core of his demon and his soul.
And so weeks went by, Connor and Drusilla were inseparable. They created havoc together and created joy together. They slept in each other's arms and Connor would soothe her mind with a touch or a glance. They played with Miss Edith, they learnt to dance, and they tickled each other and spent every waking and sleeping minute with each other. There was lightness in Connor that Angel was happily surprised to discover and a fierce loving side to Dru that Angel knew would keep Connor safe for the rest of his life.
The villa was constantly filled with the squeals and antics of Little Daddy and Princess. For that was what they called each other. Things seemed perfect.
But Angel knew Connor had somehow forgotten that Drusilla was a killer, was still a demon and still fed. She had been happy taking Angel's blood bags for time with Connor was firmly stuck as her number one past time. But she would eventually want to go back on the hunt and maybe even want to take Connor with her. What could Angel do? Connor had firmly stated that Drusilla would have to return to LA with them. But how could Angel be in the same city that Drusilla killed in and be expected to cast a blind eye on her killings? And surely Connor would have to realise that Drusilla was still a vampire. Was still evil.
But Angel began to doubt that every time she would lie against Connor like a blissfully innocent child against her brother.
What will they do? And what about Spike? And the B/S love?
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