Author's Notes: Please send feedback! Tell me what you think, it really
helps motivate me.
They were a vision.
Dark and light.
Evil and insane.
A double dose of trouble.
If you were unfortunate enough to run into them- well, they might make
it quick.
If you're not naughty.
Katherine sighed as she looked at her two new cohorts.
Giles' place
Angel and Faith ran inside Giles's house, carrying Willow. They had
been on their way back inside from training, when they saw her lying
on the ground. Their first instinct was that she was dead, which
scared both of them tremendously. When Faith discovered that she did
indeed have a pulse, they rushed her inside to get her some medical
help. Or at least, Giles's first aid kit.
Tara was the first to see them, gasping as she saw Willow. She ran
over to them, tears welling up in her eyes. "What happened to her?!"
She cried out, as she grabbed Willow's hand. She felt very distraught
and upset at seeing her love hurt. She didn't know who did this to
her, but she was ready to get some fiery revenge. Nobody hurt her
Willow.
Faith shrugged, appearing less concerned than she actually was. "We
found her like this, she's alive though." Faith laid her down on the
couch and went to go get the first aid kit. Faith knew she wasn't very
comforting to people, so she let Angel handle the job.
Angel looked at Tara, his heart breaking for her, knowing how it felt
to see a loved one hurt. His mind turned immediately to Buffy, and he
tried to push the gnawing sensation of worry that always overcame when
he thought of her. "I'm sure she'll be okay." He too wasn't one for
the right things to say, and hoped Faith would hurry with the first
aid kit. By now, the others were gathering around them, and Angel
felt relieved. He slipped back into the shadows, as the others
circled around Willow.
Xander knelt next to his best friend looking over her body to find out
exactly what had happened to her. "Her shirt was torn- there could've
been a fight." He couldn't believe anyone would do this to her- Willow
was his best friend in the world, and he was very angry at the culprit.
Anya snorted unsympathetically. "Duh Xander, of course there was a
fight. Did you think she just ran into a tree?" She ignored all the
glares that shot her way and wondered if she always had to be the
voice of reason. Those who knew Anya best chose to ignore her
comments, and those who didn't know her were too shy to speak up, and
just looked at Willow, wondering what could've happened to her.
Deraina's lair
Deraina sat down in her private room, in the house that she owned.
She was the only one that would ever be able to see the room, she
bewitched it so that others would never be able to see, even if they
were standing right next to it. In it were various amounts of
potions, dark magical tools, and a huge map of the world, that would
point out anyone within this dimension. Next to the map was an oval
mirror, gold around the edges, without a smudge in sight. She used
the map to locate Willow, who's face appeared on the mirror.. Her
mirror not only allowed her to see one's she has marked, but also to
allow her to communicate with them.
"Wake up Willow," she whispered softly. "Wake up, and we'll discuss
what's next."
Giles's place
Willow blinked, as she slowly woke up, the world coming into focus.
Okay, she had to remember what happened. Something about Oz- then- she
must've hit something. "That girl," murmured Willow, looking around at
the people around her. She hoped she was okay, and that Oz had gone
back to normal. "Where'd she go?"
Tara knelt next to her, and clasped her hand. "The girl you were
with?" She knew it wasn't like that, but she heard her mention Oz- and
Oz always made Tara uncomfortable, no matter how much Willow had
assured her it was over.
Willow rubbed her head, and winced; she felt a major headache coming
on, which usually happened after one is knocked unconscious. She
struggled to sit up, and looked Tara in the eye, worried that she
didn't remember what was going on. "Yeah- what happened- I don't
remember." Willow looked like she was under a lot of distress, trying
to recall all that happened.
"Angel and Faith found you outside by the tree- you were knocked out."
Tara whispered. "Can you remember anything at all? What's the last
thing you remember?" She was trying not to push Willow, but she knew
they needed answers.
Willow frowned and squinted her eyes. "I was- some girl- said
something about Oz. I needed to straighten things out- and that's it."
Things were becoming a little clearer now, she just needed to
concentrate. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus on
remembering what happened, but her mind produced only blank spots.
She let out a groan of frustration.
Tara smiled gently at her. "It's okay if you don't remember- we'll
just try and find the girl to see what happened." She knew that she
didn't trust this girl, something fishy was up about her. Tara fully
intended to find out what it was.
Anya snorted- either the girl was lying or she was werewolf food.
They'd never see her again either way "Good luck with that!"
Deraina's lair
Deraina chuckled as she saw Anyanka, recognizing her as the vengeance
demon who focused her attacks of vengeance on men. "Who would've
thought? Anyanka helping them." She shook her head, greatly amused by
what she saw. "Well, Willow, let's test this out. Why don't you
attack, but not kill Anyanka, saying how she's evil and all." She
smiled, and sat back to watch what'll happen.
Anyanka- who would've thought?
Giles's place
Willow sat up suddenly, her eyes glazed over, ignoring Tara's protests
of how she should take it easy. She had one thing on her mind. Attack
Anyanka. She walked toward her, her fists balled up, ready to attack.
She could vaguely hear shouts of protests in the background, but she
could only see one thing. Anyanka. She was evil, and she would hurt
Xander. Her best buddy Xander- she couldn't let that happen.
Anya could see Willow advancing toward her, and she wondered what was
going on. "What are you doing!" she squeaked. She didn't like the look
on Willow's face- it was purely animalistic. She couldn't see any
traces of Willow's humanity inside. This wasn't her doing- not this
time.
Willow jumped and tackled Anya, pinning her to the ground. She punched
Anya repeatedly, wondering how she obtained this extra strength.
Normally she wouldn't be able to do much damage at all, not without
magic, but now- it was brutal...
Anya was getting bruised and bloody as she tried to push the Wiccan
off her. She didn't like it at all. She kept screaming at Willow to
stop, but Willow didn't seem to be able to hear her. She wondered if
this was spell that backfired. If it was, it was typical, Willow
always did mess up at magic. Anya cried out for help again as Willow
punched her in the nose, causing it to break. Finally Xander ran in
and tried to get Willow off her. But the red head proved to be too
strong for him, so Angel joined in the attempt.
Deraina's lair
Deraina had herself a good laugh at Anyanka's expression. It was as
though nobody ever expected Willow to do anything violent. She decided
to take pity on the two men trying to hold her back, they could hold
on to their fragile egos another day. They would never be able to
pull Willow off her, not while she was under Deraina's command. "It's
good Willow, you may stop fighting and go back to normal." She smiled,
and watched what would happen next. This was too much fun.
Giles's place
Willow stopped fighting immediately, and Angel and Xander pulled her
off of something. She wondered why she wasn't on the couch anymore.
She smiled uncertainly at Angel and Xander, who seemed to be holding
on to her for the world. "Okay guys, you're hurting my arms now. Let
me go." She wondered what was going on, maybe it was some sort of
training activity. She must've blacked out again or something, because
she had no memory of what was going on.
"So you can go and attack Anya again! No way!" Xander yelled angrily,
tightening his grip on her arm. Normally he wouldn't say that to his
best friend, but seeing her beat Anya to the bloody pulp made him snap.
Willow froze, wondering what on earth Xander was talking about.
"What?" She asked, looking at Tara, her eyes full of confusion. Tara
looked away from her and glanced at Anya. "I wouldn't do that!" Why
would anyone accuse her of hurting someone- she wouldn't do that, not
even to Anya.
Anya groaned in pain, still laying on the floor. "You just did you
bitch!" Max went next to Anya and offered to heal her wounds, and
Anya gladly accepted the offer. Max left his silver hand print on her
as he healed her, and Anya felt much better. She thanked him for his
trouble and glared at Willow.
Willow's eyes grew in horror as she saw Anya laying there on the
ground. She couldn't have done that to her- not even if she wanted to!
Buffy was the one with super strength, Willow just did the magic.
Wesley glanced up from his book, his eyes grew in horror as he saw the
fading mark on Willow's back. He flipped though the book he was
reading, trying to prove himself wrong. He wanted to be wrong. Very
badly.
But he wasn't.
"Willow- I believe you have the mark of Deraina."
Sunnydale Cemetery
"The moon is shining brightly upon me. Soon, it will be dark, and the
sun will shine no more." A raven-haired woman whispered to her blonde
companion.
"That's right Drusilla- soon darkness will reign." The blonde agreed.
She loved it when Drusilla had her visions, it always paid to have a
psychic as a grandchilde. She'd have to remember to thank Angel about
this later- she never appreciated Drusilla back in the good old days,
but now she's been handy.
Drusilla twirled under the moonlight, spreading her arms out as if she
were a ballerina. "My Angel reigns here, Grandmother," she murmured,
thinking of the time when she and Spike and Angelus were all together.
It had been a fun time, but then Angel and Spike had to go all soft,
and team up with the Slayer.
Darla rolled her eyes, disgusted at the way those in her family had
been behaving lately. The Master was probably looking up at them in
repugnance from the pits of Hell, wondering how he helped create such
beings that disgraced the line. She laughed at the expression on his
face that she imagined him having. "Not for long." She smiled evilly.
She knew Angel was going down, and coming right back where he belonged.
With her.
Drusilla nodded, looking up at the stars melancholically. "The pretty
lawyers wanted us to come here and fight," she whispered sadly. "Why
did we do so?"
Darla sighed impatiently, sick of all the questions. She loved
Drusilla and all, but she could get so damn annoying, Darla always had
to repeat everything. "Because, Dru, Angel will be fighting- this is
the deciding battle. We have to work on getting him to lose his soul."
Drusilla breathed an unnecessary breath at the prospect. "Bring Daddy
home." She giggled excitedly at the thought, of having her daddy back
with her. Things were always so much more fun- he brought a darkness
that neither she nor Darla quite had- a darkness that Spike never
could have. Her sire was quite extraordinary.
Darla smiled, knowing exactly how Drusilla felt. "Yes, and besides now
you can talk to the stars and the moon without the buildings being in
your way." Darla smirked, remembering the time Drusilla complained
endlessly about them while they were in L.A.
Drusilla pouted at the mention of the buildings. "Dreadful things-
they were always trying to listen in to our conversation."
Giles's place
Willow sat down on the couch, with Xander and Angel standing guard
around her warily. She was stunned by Wesley's news. She couldn't
believe that Deraina had gotten to her. Now, her she was, well, her
bitch. Wesley had explained that she wouldn't remember what happened,
which would explain her forgetting the attack on Deraina. But Willow
couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was hardly the first
day on the job, and she was, if you thought about it technically,
crossed over to the dark side. Her eyes teared up in frustration at
not being able to do something more.
Tara knelt in front of her on the couch and clasped Willow's hand.
"Don't worry Will, we'll find a way to stop this," she smiled
comfortingly. Willow managed a weak grin at her girlfriend, despite
not being able to find a way to smile about this.
"Thanks Tara. I- uh- I think I need to get some rest. Being knocked
unconscious made me sleepy." Willow kissed Tara quickly to not worry
her, and started up to her room.
Maria watched her leave, and moved next to Michael. "Can you believe
this? We're barely here, and all ready someone's- well, you know." She
said nervously, wondering if perhaps Michael had been right to want to
leave. "And she lives here, what do you think could happen to us if
anyone evil decides to and they get a chance?" For the first time,
Maria was getting really scared, it was like reality had sunk in.
Michael sighed and rolled his eyes, not feeling much sympathy. He had
tried to warn them this would happen, but everyone just thought this
was going to be an easy ride. "This is why I wanted to leave in the
first place." He looked at her accusingly. "But you wanted to stay."
Too bad nobody listened to him earlier. Well he could say 'I told you
so' when they all died.
Maria groaned and copied his eye rolling. "Look Spaceboy, I know we're
dating and all, but that doesn't mean I have to side with you on
everything, because heaven knows you don't side with me on anything."
She rolled her eyes again sarcastically; sometimes Michael could be so
maddening.
Michael shrugged, still bitter. "Whatever."
Sunnydale Cemetery crypt
Drusilla was pouting angrily in the corner. She didn't like this new
girl, who called herself Katherine; she was mean and was very cross at
Dru. Darla entered the room and sat next to Dru.
"What's wrong Dru?" she asked, not really concerned. Drusilla told
her. "Dru, honey, Katherine's here to help us get Angel back, just
deal with her for a while, then we can kill her. She just has magic
uses we don't have." Darla herself wasn't fond of Katherine, but
Wolfram and Hart decided it was necessary to hire her and send her to
live with Darla and Drusilla.
Drusilla still pouted. "But she's quite mean to me, she doesn't like
me. She likes you though."
Darla patted her hand, not necessary for comfort, just to get Drusilla
to shut up. "Just remember this is for 'Daddy'. Now, how would you
like to go kill some Sunnydalians?" Darla was always up for a good
kill, and she knew it would make Dru feel better.
Drusilla smiled. "I would like that a lot."
helps motivate me.
They were a vision.
Dark and light.
Evil and insane.
A double dose of trouble.
If you were unfortunate enough to run into them- well, they might make
it quick.
If you're not naughty.
Katherine sighed as she looked at her two new cohorts.
Giles' place
Angel and Faith ran inside Giles's house, carrying Willow. They had
been on their way back inside from training, when they saw her lying
on the ground. Their first instinct was that she was dead, which
scared both of them tremendously. When Faith discovered that she did
indeed have a pulse, they rushed her inside to get her some medical
help. Or at least, Giles's first aid kit.
Tara was the first to see them, gasping as she saw Willow. She ran
over to them, tears welling up in her eyes. "What happened to her?!"
She cried out, as she grabbed Willow's hand. She felt very distraught
and upset at seeing her love hurt. She didn't know who did this to
her, but she was ready to get some fiery revenge. Nobody hurt her
Willow.
Faith shrugged, appearing less concerned than she actually was. "We
found her like this, she's alive though." Faith laid her down on the
couch and went to go get the first aid kit. Faith knew she wasn't very
comforting to people, so she let Angel handle the job.
Angel looked at Tara, his heart breaking for her, knowing how it felt
to see a loved one hurt. His mind turned immediately to Buffy, and he
tried to push the gnawing sensation of worry that always overcame when
he thought of her. "I'm sure she'll be okay." He too wasn't one for
the right things to say, and hoped Faith would hurry with the first
aid kit. By now, the others were gathering around them, and Angel
felt relieved. He slipped back into the shadows, as the others
circled around Willow.
Xander knelt next to his best friend looking over her body to find out
exactly what had happened to her. "Her shirt was torn- there could've
been a fight." He couldn't believe anyone would do this to her- Willow
was his best friend in the world, and he was very angry at the culprit.
Anya snorted unsympathetically. "Duh Xander, of course there was a
fight. Did you think she just ran into a tree?" She ignored all the
glares that shot her way and wondered if she always had to be the
voice of reason. Those who knew Anya best chose to ignore her
comments, and those who didn't know her were too shy to speak up, and
just looked at Willow, wondering what could've happened to her.
Deraina's lair
Deraina sat down in her private room, in the house that she owned.
She was the only one that would ever be able to see the room, she
bewitched it so that others would never be able to see, even if they
were standing right next to it. In it were various amounts of
potions, dark magical tools, and a huge map of the world, that would
point out anyone within this dimension. Next to the map was an oval
mirror, gold around the edges, without a smudge in sight. She used
the map to locate Willow, who's face appeared on the mirror.. Her
mirror not only allowed her to see one's she has marked, but also to
allow her to communicate with them.
"Wake up Willow," she whispered softly. "Wake up, and we'll discuss
what's next."
Giles's place
Willow blinked, as she slowly woke up, the world coming into focus.
Okay, she had to remember what happened. Something about Oz- then- she
must've hit something. "That girl," murmured Willow, looking around at
the people around her. She hoped she was okay, and that Oz had gone
back to normal. "Where'd she go?"
Tara knelt next to her, and clasped her hand. "The girl you were
with?" She knew it wasn't like that, but she heard her mention Oz- and
Oz always made Tara uncomfortable, no matter how much Willow had
assured her it was over.
Willow rubbed her head, and winced; she felt a major headache coming
on, which usually happened after one is knocked unconscious. She
struggled to sit up, and looked Tara in the eye, worried that she
didn't remember what was going on. "Yeah- what happened- I don't
remember." Willow looked like she was under a lot of distress, trying
to recall all that happened.
"Angel and Faith found you outside by the tree- you were knocked out."
Tara whispered. "Can you remember anything at all? What's the last
thing you remember?" She was trying not to push Willow, but she knew
they needed answers.
Willow frowned and squinted her eyes. "I was- some girl- said
something about Oz. I needed to straighten things out- and that's it."
Things were becoming a little clearer now, she just needed to
concentrate. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to focus on
remembering what happened, but her mind produced only blank spots.
She let out a groan of frustration.
Tara smiled gently at her. "It's okay if you don't remember- we'll
just try and find the girl to see what happened." She knew that she
didn't trust this girl, something fishy was up about her. Tara fully
intended to find out what it was.
Anya snorted- either the girl was lying or she was werewolf food.
They'd never see her again either way "Good luck with that!"
Deraina's lair
Deraina chuckled as she saw Anyanka, recognizing her as the vengeance
demon who focused her attacks of vengeance on men. "Who would've
thought? Anyanka helping them." She shook her head, greatly amused by
what she saw. "Well, Willow, let's test this out. Why don't you
attack, but not kill Anyanka, saying how she's evil and all." She
smiled, and sat back to watch what'll happen.
Anyanka- who would've thought?
Giles's place
Willow sat up suddenly, her eyes glazed over, ignoring Tara's protests
of how she should take it easy. She had one thing on her mind. Attack
Anyanka. She walked toward her, her fists balled up, ready to attack.
She could vaguely hear shouts of protests in the background, but she
could only see one thing. Anyanka. She was evil, and she would hurt
Xander. Her best buddy Xander- she couldn't let that happen.
Anya could see Willow advancing toward her, and she wondered what was
going on. "What are you doing!" she squeaked. She didn't like the look
on Willow's face- it was purely animalistic. She couldn't see any
traces of Willow's humanity inside. This wasn't her doing- not this
time.
Willow jumped and tackled Anya, pinning her to the ground. She punched
Anya repeatedly, wondering how she obtained this extra strength.
Normally she wouldn't be able to do much damage at all, not without
magic, but now- it was brutal...
Anya was getting bruised and bloody as she tried to push the Wiccan
off her. She didn't like it at all. She kept screaming at Willow to
stop, but Willow didn't seem to be able to hear her. She wondered if
this was spell that backfired. If it was, it was typical, Willow
always did mess up at magic. Anya cried out for help again as Willow
punched her in the nose, causing it to break. Finally Xander ran in
and tried to get Willow off her. But the red head proved to be too
strong for him, so Angel joined in the attempt.
Deraina's lair
Deraina had herself a good laugh at Anyanka's expression. It was as
though nobody ever expected Willow to do anything violent. She decided
to take pity on the two men trying to hold her back, they could hold
on to their fragile egos another day. They would never be able to
pull Willow off her, not while she was under Deraina's command. "It's
good Willow, you may stop fighting and go back to normal." She smiled,
and watched what would happen next. This was too much fun.
Giles's place
Willow stopped fighting immediately, and Angel and Xander pulled her
off of something. She wondered why she wasn't on the couch anymore.
She smiled uncertainly at Angel and Xander, who seemed to be holding
on to her for the world. "Okay guys, you're hurting my arms now. Let
me go." She wondered what was going on, maybe it was some sort of
training activity. She must've blacked out again or something, because
she had no memory of what was going on.
"So you can go and attack Anya again! No way!" Xander yelled angrily,
tightening his grip on her arm. Normally he wouldn't say that to his
best friend, but seeing her beat Anya to the bloody pulp made him snap.
Willow froze, wondering what on earth Xander was talking about.
"What?" She asked, looking at Tara, her eyes full of confusion. Tara
looked away from her and glanced at Anya. "I wouldn't do that!" Why
would anyone accuse her of hurting someone- she wouldn't do that, not
even to Anya.
Anya groaned in pain, still laying on the floor. "You just did you
bitch!" Max went next to Anya and offered to heal her wounds, and
Anya gladly accepted the offer. Max left his silver hand print on her
as he healed her, and Anya felt much better. She thanked him for his
trouble and glared at Willow.
Willow's eyes grew in horror as she saw Anya laying there on the
ground. She couldn't have done that to her- not even if she wanted to!
Buffy was the one with super strength, Willow just did the magic.
Wesley glanced up from his book, his eyes grew in horror as he saw the
fading mark on Willow's back. He flipped though the book he was
reading, trying to prove himself wrong. He wanted to be wrong. Very
badly.
But he wasn't.
"Willow- I believe you have the mark of Deraina."
Sunnydale Cemetery
"The moon is shining brightly upon me. Soon, it will be dark, and the
sun will shine no more." A raven-haired woman whispered to her blonde
companion.
"That's right Drusilla- soon darkness will reign." The blonde agreed.
She loved it when Drusilla had her visions, it always paid to have a
psychic as a grandchilde. She'd have to remember to thank Angel about
this later- she never appreciated Drusilla back in the good old days,
but now she's been handy.
Drusilla twirled under the moonlight, spreading her arms out as if she
were a ballerina. "My Angel reigns here, Grandmother," she murmured,
thinking of the time when she and Spike and Angelus were all together.
It had been a fun time, but then Angel and Spike had to go all soft,
and team up with the Slayer.
Darla rolled her eyes, disgusted at the way those in her family had
been behaving lately. The Master was probably looking up at them in
repugnance from the pits of Hell, wondering how he helped create such
beings that disgraced the line. She laughed at the expression on his
face that she imagined him having. "Not for long." She smiled evilly.
She knew Angel was going down, and coming right back where he belonged.
With her.
Drusilla nodded, looking up at the stars melancholically. "The pretty
lawyers wanted us to come here and fight," she whispered sadly. "Why
did we do so?"
Darla sighed impatiently, sick of all the questions. She loved
Drusilla and all, but she could get so damn annoying, Darla always had
to repeat everything. "Because, Dru, Angel will be fighting- this is
the deciding battle. We have to work on getting him to lose his soul."
Drusilla breathed an unnecessary breath at the prospect. "Bring Daddy
home." She giggled excitedly at the thought, of having her daddy back
with her. Things were always so much more fun- he brought a darkness
that neither she nor Darla quite had- a darkness that Spike never
could have. Her sire was quite extraordinary.
Darla smiled, knowing exactly how Drusilla felt. "Yes, and besides now
you can talk to the stars and the moon without the buildings being in
your way." Darla smirked, remembering the time Drusilla complained
endlessly about them while they were in L.A.
Drusilla pouted at the mention of the buildings. "Dreadful things-
they were always trying to listen in to our conversation."
Giles's place
Willow sat down on the couch, with Xander and Angel standing guard
around her warily. She was stunned by Wesley's news. She couldn't
believe that Deraina had gotten to her. Now, her she was, well, her
bitch. Wesley had explained that she wouldn't remember what happened,
which would explain her forgetting the attack on Deraina. But Willow
couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was hardly the first
day on the job, and she was, if you thought about it technically,
crossed over to the dark side. Her eyes teared up in frustration at
not being able to do something more.
Tara knelt in front of her on the couch and clasped Willow's hand.
"Don't worry Will, we'll find a way to stop this," she smiled
comfortingly. Willow managed a weak grin at her girlfriend, despite
not being able to find a way to smile about this.
"Thanks Tara. I- uh- I think I need to get some rest. Being knocked
unconscious made me sleepy." Willow kissed Tara quickly to not worry
her, and started up to her room.
Maria watched her leave, and moved next to Michael. "Can you believe
this? We're barely here, and all ready someone's- well, you know." She
said nervously, wondering if perhaps Michael had been right to want to
leave. "And she lives here, what do you think could happen to us if
anyone evil decides to and they get a chance?" For the first time,
Maria was getting really scared, it was like reality had sunk in.
Michael sighed and rolled his eyes, not feeling much sympathy. He had
tried to warn them this would happen, but everyone just thought this
was going to be an easy ride. "This is why I wanted to leave in the
first place." He looked at her accusingly. "But you wanted to stay."
Too bad nobody listened to him earlier. Well he could say 'I told you
so' when they all died.
Maria groaned and copied his eye rolling. "Look Spaceboy, I know we're
dating and all, but that doesn't mean I have to side with you on
everything, because heaven knows you don't side with me on anything."
She rolled her eyes again sarcastically; sometimes Michael could be so
maddening.
Michael shrugged, still bitter. "Whatever."
Sunnydale Cemetery crypt
Drusilla was pouting angrily in the corner. She didn't like this new
girl, who called herself Katherine; she was mean and was very cross at
Dru. Darla entered the room and sat next to Dru.
"What's wrong Dru?" she asked, not really concerned. Drusilla told
her. "Dru, honey, Katherine's here to help us get Angel back, just
deal with her for a while, then we can kill her. She just has magic
uses we don't have." Darla herself wasn't fond of Katherine, but
Wolfram and Hart decided it was necessary to hire her and send her to
live with Darla and Drusilla.
Drusilla still pouted. "But she's quite mean to me, she doesn't like
me. She likes you though."
Darla patted her hand, not necessary for comfort, just to get Drusilla
to shut up. "Just remember this is for 'Daddy'. Now, how would you
like to go kill some Sunnydalians?" Darla was always up for a good
kill, and she knew it would make Dru feel better.
Drusilla smiled. "I would like that a lot."
