It was the beginning of a wonderful new night when Drusilla opened her eyes
in the darkened crypt she spent the daytime hours inside. Already Dru could
make out the shapes of the different stars across the night sky.
With the fluent motions that were hers alone, Drusilla roused herself from the soft bed with it's drapes that hung down from the rock that made up the ceiling of her bedroom. Her cream colored night dress flowed silkily around her form as she crossed the room.
There was magic in the air this night, she could feel it. Dru's eyes glowed with dreamy expectations. There would be trouble tonight, for this night, a new player was stepping into the scene. Unpractised, she may be, but this little witch was going to succeed in turning the whole world upside down. And she didn't even know it yet.
"Oh what fun we shall have," Dru whispered to her beloved Miss Edith. "Nothing's going to ever be the same after this one. Do we want to go watch how it ends up? You do know that that means going back to Sunnydale, and that awful, horrible Slayer."
Drusilla paused, silent as she waited for Miss Edith to respond to her in a way that only Dru could hear.
"Yes, you are right," Drusilla agreed breezily after a moment. "It will be worth it to see the Slayer in pain again. Of course, it won't be as bad as when Daddy came back to us, but maybe we could even help the little witch out a little..."
The night sang just for her. . .It was her music, her rhythm, and Drusilla was the only one who could truly dance to it. Miss Edith had been right, it was worth it to come to this place. Sunnydale. She'd had such fun here! She'd danced and dreamed and given Miss Edith her tea.
She twirled in the blackened in the hall of the mansion, her black dress flowing as she spun round and round and round. . . She could sense them here. She could sense them all. Her Spike. Her William.
"He didn't give us cake, Miss Edith." she said, coming to a stop. She looked at he doll that sat in the corner watching her silently with dark brown eyes. But Miss Edith wasn't silent for long.
Drusilla smiled. "Spike can give us cake. Daddy wasn't a nice boy." Her smile faded as she glared at the doll. Drusilla glided forward on the stone floor and turned Miss Edith to the corner. "You've been bad, Miss Edith. You've been bad. No cake for you." Her gaze travelled around the deserted hallway. "No cake for me. . ."
She turned and started for the front door that she'd left open.
The streets were humming with good things to eat. But they didn't interest her. She wanted cake. . .she wanted her tea. She could hear the stars talking, she heard their whispers clearly in her head. . . . it was time to go out. Time to seek. . .
She could feel the rising power and it made her giddy. Drusilla giggled softly. This power was evil. The slayer would have such trouble. . . Drusilla could clearly see it.
The city lights faded as she moved further and further away. There were homes now. Buildings that she couldn't enter without an invitation. She could smell the power, and it led her to one specific home, and she was left standing outside one particular home.
Hatred. It was such a sweet smell. She could wear it as perfume. It made her light headed as she inhaled the scent in her useless lungs. Hatred and power were such a heady mix. Opening her eyes she watched the movement inside, and her evil grin grew. . . .
"Tell. Me. What. You. Know. NOW."
Spike grinned, enjoying the slayer's anger and smug that he could annoy her. It was his goal in his undead life to make her time on this earth as hard and as miserable as possible. He settled himself comfortably in his chair, ignoring the way the ropes cut into his skin. His grin turned to a smirk. "What's it worth to you, slayer?"
Buffy ground her teeth, feeling her fury rise. She should have staked the infuriating vampire when he'd first come to her town and saved herself the trouble of having to deal with him. "If you don't tell me, I'll stake you."
Spike still smirked, unintimidated by the threat. He'd heard too many from her over the past years to be frightened of the slayer. Besides, he had a bargaining chip--quite literally. "Kill me and you'll never know about those commandos."
"Giles! You stake him!"
The watcher sighed from where he sat on his couch and removed his glasses, cleaning them with a handkerchief. "Killing him isn't the answer, Buffy." he told her in a tired voice.
"It would sure make life easier." she snapped back, glaring at the vampire.
"For the both of us, slayer." he returned, unoffended. "At least dead I don't have to listen to your annoying whine. Have you cried yet to farm boy over the whole Parker situation?"
Infuriated, Buffy lashed out, backhanding him. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Spike laughed. "I'll tell you what was grand, ducks," he continued, "It was seeing the expression on poofy's face at the mention of the incident. He took brooding to a whole new level. Whoever thought it possible?" he taunted.
And if there was ever a sore spot with Buffy, it was that one concerning Angel. And Spike just loved to rub salt in that wound. . . .
Buffy backhanded him again. But it was worth it.
"Buffy," Giles sighed again. "You aren't going to get anything out of him tonight. Go home. See how Willow is."
"She's fine." Buffy returned, taking a seat on the couch beside her ex- watcher. "She's made a new friend. I think Tara is her name. I haven't met her."
"Smashing." Spike cut in. "Red's made a new friend. The world has been saved. Maybe now she'll keep her bloody fingers out of that mojo."
"Shut up." Buffy shot back and turned once again to Giles. "I'll go back out and do another quick sweep to see if I can find any of those commando- people."
"A bunch of boys playing soldier." Spike muttered.
He tuned out the conversation between slayer and watcher. His senses went on alert, and his head snapped towards the window. There was someone out there. . . . Maybe tonight was his lucky night and whoever it was would jump the slayer and kill her. Of course, he wanted to be there to see it. . . Maybe once he got out of here, he could give whoever it was a hand. At least it would give him something to do and the best part would be that he wouldn't have to share the same world with Buffy.
Drusilla stepped back from the window. So much going on. So much to watch. Miss Edith was pleased. The slayer was not happy.
And her Spike. He was filled with such hate. Hate for the slayer. Maybe Miss Edith had been too hasty in leaving. She and Spike could dance again. They would listen to the stars, and drink the night.
Drusilla giggled as she stepped back further into the shadows. There was evil blanketing this town. There was energy focused on the girl inside. Something was going to happen, the stars were whispering clues in her ears. Drusilla wanted to stand back and watch. The stars were telling her to do so.
With the fluent motions that were hers alone, Drusilla roused herself from the soft bed with it's drapes that hung down from the rock that made up the ceiling of her bedroom. Her cream colored night dress flowed silkily around her form as she crossed the room.
There was magic in the air this night, she could feel it. Dru's eyes glowed with dreamy expectations. There would be trouble tonight, for this night, a new player was stepping into the scene. Unpractised, she may be, but this little witch was going to succeed in turning the whole world upside down. And she didn't even know it yet.
"Oh what fun we shall have," Dru whispered to her beloved Miss Edith. "Nothing's going to ever be the same after this one. Do we want to go watch how it ends up? You do know that that means going back to Sunnydale, and that awful, horrible Slayer."
Drusilla paused, silent as she waited for Miss Edith to respond to her in a way that only Dru could hear.
"Yes, you are right," Drusilla agreed breezily after a moment. "It will be worth it to see the Slayer in pain again. Of course, it won't be as bad as when Daddy came back to us, but maybe we could even help the little witch out a little..."
The night sang just for her. . .It was her music, her rhythm, and Drusilla was the only one who could truly dance to it. Miss Edith had been right, it was worth it to come to this place. Sunnydale. She'd had such fun here! She'd danced and dreamed and given Miss Edith her tea.
She twirled in the blackened in the hall of the mansion, her black dress flowing as she spun round and round and round. . . She could sense them here. She could sense them all. Her Spike. Her William.
"He didn't give us cake, Miss Edith." she said, coming to a stop. She looked at he doll that sat in the corner watching her silently with dark brown eyes. But Miss Edith wasn't silent for long.
Drusilla smiled. "Spike can give us cake. Daddy wasn't a nice boy." Her smile faded as she glared at the doll. Drusilla glided forward on the stone floor and turned Miss Edith to the corner. "You've been bad, Miss Edith. You've been bad. No cake for you." Her gaze travelled around the deserted hallway. "No cake for me. . ."
She turned and started for the front door that she'd left open.
The streets were humming with good things to eat. But they didn't interest her. She wanted cake. . .she wanted her tea. She could hear the stars talking, she heard their whispers clearly in her head. . . . it was time to go out. Time to seek. . .
She could feel the rising power and it made her giddy. Drusilla giggled softly. This power was evil. The slayer would have such trouble. . . Drusilla could clearly see it.
The city lights faded as she moved further and further away. There were homes now. Buildings that she couldn't enter without an invitation. She could smell the power, and it led her to one specific home, and she was left standing outside one particular home.
Hatred. It was such a sweet smell. She could wear it as perfume. It made her light headed as she inhaled the scent in her useless lungs. Hatred and power were such a heady mix. Opening her eyes she watched the movement inside, and her evil grin grew. . . .
"Tell. Me. What. You. Know. NOW."
Spike grinned, enjoying the slayer's anger and smug that he could annoy her. It was his goal in his undead life to make her time on this earth as hard and as miserable as possible. He settled himself comfortably in his chair, ignoring the way the ropes cut into his skin. His grin turned to a smirk. "What's it worth to you, slayer?"
Buffy ground her teeth, feeling her fury rise. She should have staked the infuriating vampire when he'd first come to her town and saved herself the trouble of having to deal with him. "If you don't tell me, I'll stake you."
Spike still smirked, unintimidated by the threat. He'd heard too many from her over the past years to be frightened of the slayer. Besides, he had a bargaining chip--quite literally. "Kill me and you'll never know about those commandos."
"Giles! You stake him!"
The watcher sighed from where he sat on his couch and removed his glasses, cleaning them with a handkerchief. "Killing him isn't the answer, Buffy." he told her in a tired voice.
"It would sure make life easier." she snapped back, glaring at the vampire.
"For the both of us, slayer." he returned, unoffended. "At least dead I don't have to listen to your annoying whine. Have you cried yet to farm boy over the whole Parker situation?"
Infuriated, Buffy lashed out, backhanding him. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Spike laughed. "I'll tell you what was grand, ducks," he continued, "It was seeing the expression on poofy's face at the mention of the incident. He took brooding to a whole new level. Whoever thought it possible?" he taunted.
And if there was ever a sore spot with Buffy, it was that one concerning Angel. And Spike just loved to rub salt in that wound. . . .
Buffy backhanded him again. But it was worth it.
"Buffy," Giles sighed again. "You aren't going to get anything out of him tonight. Go home. See how Willow is."
"She's fine." Buffy returned, taking a seat on the couch beside her ex- watcher. "She's made a new friend. I think Tara is her name. I haven't met her."
"Smashing." Spike cut in. "Red's made a new friend. The world has been saved. Maybe now she'll keep her bloody fingers out of that mojo."
"Shut up." Buffy shot back and turned once again to Giles. "I'll go back out and do another quick sweep to see if I can find any of those commando- people."
"A bunch of boys playing soldier." Spike muttered.
He tuned out the conversation between slayer and watcher. His senses went on alert, and his head snapped towards the window. There was someone out there. . . . Maybe tonight was his lucky night and whoever it was would jump the slayer and kill her. Of course, he wanted to be there to see it. . . Maybe once he got out of here, he could give whoever it was a hand. At least it would give him something to do and the best part would be that he wouldn't have to share the same world with Buffy.
Drusilla stepped back from the window. So much going on. So much to watch. Miss Edith was pleased. The slayer was not happy.
And her Spike. He was filled with such hate. Hate for the slayer. Maybe Miss Edith had been too hasty in leaving. She and Spike could dance again. They would listen to the stars, and drink the night.
Drusilla giggled as she stepped back further into the shadows. There was evil blanketing this town. There was energy focused on the girl inside. Something was going to happen, the stars were whispering clues in her ears. Drusilla wanted to stand back and watch. The stars were telling her to do so.
