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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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"PRRRRIIIIINNNNNCCCCEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
Connor stepped into the master bedroom where Angel was sitting in an armchair, reading.
"Connor?"
Connor didn't bother correcting the name, too worried about where Drusilla was.
"Where's Dru?"
Angel sighed. A minion had informed him that Drusilla had woken and insisted on going hunting. Torn on what to do, Angel had let her go.
"She's probably playing somewhere."
"She's not."
"Have a look around."
"She's left to go somewhere – she might not be safe!"
"She can look after herself, Connor. She has for a long time."
"She had Spike, or minions before. All the minions are here now. She's alone. You don't even care."
"Of course I care! Don't talk about what you don't know, boy." Angel took on a decidedly Angelus tone of voice and stalked out of the room.
"Fine." Connor whispered. "I will find her myself. Again."
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"Mum-my wants to fill her tummy, come to mummy." Dru giggled and followed the young girl towards a darker half of town. She watched as the girl waved to some people and continued, foolishly, down a side gully.
Dru moved like a feline and grabbed the 'poor unsuspecting' (as Spike would have said) round the neck. Vamping out, she slid her fangs into the sweet supple flesh before her.
"Prin- Princess?"
Dru looked up, a bloody toothy smile ready for her Little Daddy. But he did not smile back.
"Little Daddy?"
"What are you doing?"
"Mummy was hungry."
Connor shook his head and his lip trembled slightly as he continued to take in the graphic image of the innocent princess of his heart, dripping with the blood of her kill. The pleadingly petrified eyes of the girl, rolled back in her hear, her neck broken and her skin pale imprinted themselves in his mind.
Angel had wanted to step out then, clean up and leave with Connor for LA. Following his son had obviously been the right move. Now Angel was not so sure that allowing Connor to see the total truth had been necessary.
"Princess?"
"Little Daddy, why won't you smile with Princess?" Dru's wide eyes, the pinnacle of innocence, contrasted in a painfully beautiful way against the smeared blood across her lips. She truly did not understand.
"Do you love me, Princess? Because, I love you."
"I love you more that Miss Edith." She paused and added, " – but don't tell her!"
"Put the girl down, Dru."
Dru, though disappointed, realised that Little Daddy was not happy. She didn't understand – maybe he was angry she hadn't shared?
"Princess, I would like it very much if you didn't feed off humans ever again."
"Does it make your head hurt?"
"Yes, Dru, it does."
"I don't like it when my head hurts. So much noise. I won't eat the pretty peaches if it makes your head hurt. Spoike's (her pronunciation) head hurts now."
"Promise me?"
"Promise."
Connor smiled, and wiped the blood from her face. Her head rested against his shoulder, and they made their way past the body and towards the villa.
Angel could not believe what he had just seen.
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Two weeks passed. Since that day, Dru had had to drink from Angel while he drank from a mug. He had slowly been weaning her onto the mug herself, and she only had her morning feed from his wrist now.
He would never admit it, but Angel had loved the opportunity to reaffirm the blood bond between himself and Drusilla. He could sense her much quicker than when he had arrived in Brazil, and her emotions were easier to detect. The simplest things that he had forgotten about the sire/childe relationships came flooding back, and a sense of longing he hadn't known existed within him was slightly quenched.
Plans were made to return to LA. The flight was a night flight and Angel couldn't wait to return home. The trip to Brazil had been perfect, what he had needed in fact, but it was time to return to the life awaiting them.
The morning of the flight, a full 12 hours before the flight, Angel found another note.
~Dear Angel
You probably wish I had forgotten about William, or Spike as some call him. I know little about him. He may be evil and dangerous but you thought Drusilla was the same. Demons can be good. I have gone in search of him. I will try several places on my way to Sunnydale so do not bother going there when you finally reach LA.
Look after Princess; tell her I will see her soon.
Steven~
What will Angel do? And what about Spike? And the B/S love? And whaddya think of Dru??
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