Uncanny Resemblence
A/N: Don't I spoil you! 3 chapters in less than 24 hours. Don't worry, the rush'll wear off soon enough. Thanx SO much for all of the reviews. Of course, now is about the time you all STOP reviewing, or at least that was how it was on Who Am I, but I'm not gonna pull a big old angsty-traumatic thing on you. But, as much as I *know* you want it, I'm really not one to go all smutty on ya. So, there's gay-ness in this chappie, but nothing really vivid. (Potty-minds) ;-P The song, as if anyone didn't know, was 'I will survive'. S'not mine. And it's just an excerpt, any way.
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Spike walked just a step back from his sire while following him. He knew that Angelus was angry with the stupid bint who had shown no respect, and he knew that Angleus would be especially big on the domination thing that night.
Why couldn't the chit have just told him her name? She acted as if she had personal experience with Angelus, but he would never leave loose ends. He would have had this girl hanging from the ceiling by her intestines before he forgot about her.
She was beautiful, though. He didn't want to get on his sire's nerves anymore, lest he actually decide to KILL the girl. That just wouldn't do.
Angelus suddenly reached out into the street and brought in a now-quivering young man, no older than 25. He shoved him into a dark ally and ripped his teeth into the man's neck with no apprehension or warning what-so-ever.
Spike laughed quietly. Who said Angelus was always about the drawing-out of a kill? Well, mainly him but--not the point.
"You going to share any of that, mate?"
Angelus, still in vamp-face, ripped his teeth from the man's neck and drew Spike into his arms and kissed him brutally. The blood smeared from one mouth to another, and Angelus pushed Spike up against the wall.
The screams and moans were ones which the people on the street did NOT want to investigate.
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"At first i was afraid, i was petrifiedKept thinkin' i could never live without you by my sideThen i spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrongAnd i grew strongAnd i learned how--"
*Slap*
"Would you shut your MOUTH already!?"
Buffy looked up at Darla and smirked, hiding the fact that the slap hurt like HELL.
"Oh, Darla, don't you like my singing?"
"It's like listening to sh--How do you know my name?"
Buffy's eyes widened in shock over what she let out, and was about to try and make a half-witted excuse when two completely sated looking vampires walked in, bringing with them an un-marred little waitress.
Drusilla looked up from where she was cuddling next to Buffy (Who was trying NOT to look as uncomfortable as she felt about that) and squealed.
"Oooh, daddy has brought us a treat!"
She squeezed Buffy's hand and skipped over to Angelus and Spike, as did Darla (Minus the skipping and hand-squeazing).
"So, has the lass talked?" Angelus asked to Darla.
"Oh, she's talked alright. Just not about what we want to hear. She's seemed to have a passion for singing the most Agrivating songs known to man or beast. And for some reason, Dru seems quite taken with her. . ."
Drusilla had skipped back over to Buffy, and was once again huddled at her side and purring.
Spike turned to the two with a suggestive look on his face.
"Hmm. . . Maybe we WILL get some action tonight."
Buffy's impassive mask finally fell way to fear as she looked over to Spike.
"Pig!"
Spike laughed.
"Oink, oink, love."
"William, m'boy, leave the leering to me. This ripe flower looks just ready to be plucked, and I think I'd like to be the one to do it."
Buffy snorted, and Dru looked up at her with real concern.
"The child has already been plucked, and indecency scars our sorry future, her past. What is known shall be gone, what is yet to be learned is right before us."
With that, she reached up and snapped the chains.
"Dru! What do ye think ye be doing?!"
Buffy, suddenly comforted by the cold arms holding her, sank down into them and laid her head on Dru's lap while she stroked Buffy's hair.
Spike looked at them with exposed wonder and suddenly noticed the similarity between the two. It was barely perceptible, but the eyes. . . The eyes were nearly identical. Who was this girl, so much like his Dru, and yet exactly the opposite. Light to dark, fire to ice, water to land, day to night. . .
He walked slowly towards them, and Dru suddenly became tense, as if trying to protect the small girl. He kneeled down before them both and drew a finger down Dru's face, and then the blonde's.
"Who are you."
Buffy became enthralled by the look in his eyes, but she knew it wasn't a spell that made her speak.
"I am the slayer."
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"And this, *sob* this was my great-great-great-great--you know, I'm not really sure how many greats. . . But this was my very distant grandmother. Oh, there's such a story about her."
Willow had decided to stay at the Summer's house a while, and had ended up getting the full Summers History. They were sitting on the couch in the living room still, but this time with the photo-album, some old sketches, and Ben and Jerry's.
They were looking at an old sketch of a raven-haired girl, standing in the middle of an open field.
"It was around the 17--no, 1800's. Oh, such a sad tale. She ended up in an insane asylum before she was kidnapped and apparantly murdered."
"What happened to her to make her end up there?" Willow asked.
"Well, if I remember correctly. . . She had a stalker of some sort after her. He killed her mother, father, her two sisters. . . Brutally, too. She was the one who found them. If memory serves, he also raped her and drove her mad. Before all this, she had been raped once before, by a different person--the poor dear--and she had ended up pregnant. As soon as the attacks started, the story goes that she gave the baby girl, named Elizabeth, over to a distant friend, sending them out of the country. That was. . . Right after he killed her mother, I think. Well, after she ended up in a mental institution, it's said that the stalker killed everyone in there, and eventually killed her, after he had completely shattered her mind."
Willow's face had gone white, and she stoically asked, "What was her name?"
"Drusilla."
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A/N: Oooh, a cliff-hanger! I know, I'm evil. Well, you'll just have to review and find out what happens next, won't you! And I know, Dru doesn't look THAT much like Buffy, but if you bring up a good-enough pic of the two of them, without the make-up, their eyes DO look A LOT alike. Oh, what the hell, just go with me, OK? I also know that it's mainly presumed that Angelus took Dru's virginity, but again, my story, and I like it this way. Lots of love,
Andi
A/N: Don't I spoil you! 3 chapters in less than 24 hours. Don't worry, the rush'll wear off soon enough. Thanx SO much for all of the reviews. Of course, now is about the time you all STOP reviewing, or at least that was how it was on Who Am I, but I'm not gonna pull a big old angsty-traumatic thing on you. But, as much as I *know* you want it, I'm really not one to go all smutty on ya. So, there's gay-ness in this chappie, but nothing really vivid. (Potty-minds) ;-P The song, as if anyone didn't know, was 'I will survive'. S'not mine. And it's just an excerpt, any way.
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Spike walked just a step back from his sire while following him. He knew that Angelus was angry with the stupid bint who had shown no respect, and he knew that Angleus would be especially big on the domination thing that night.
Why couldn't the chit have just told him her name? She acted as if she had personal experience with Angelus, but he would never leave loose ends. He would have had this girl hanging from the ceiling by her intestines before he forgot about her.
She was beautiful, though. He didn't want to get on his sire's nerves anymore, lest he actually decide to KILL the girl. That just wouldn't do.
Angelus suddenly reached out into the street and brought in a now-quivering young man, no older than 25. He shoved him into a dark ally and ripped his teeth into the man's neck with no apprehension or warning what-so-ever.
Spike laughed quietly. Who said Angelus was always about the drawing-out of a kill? Well, mainly him but--not the point.
"You going to share any of that, mate?"
Angelus, still in vamp-face, ripped his teeth from the man's neck and drew Spike into his arms and kissed him brutally. The blood smeared from one mouth to another, and Angelus pushed Spike up against the wall.
The screams and moans were ones which the people on the street did NOT want to investigate.
************************************************************************
"At first i was afraid, i was petrifiedKept thinkin' i could never live without you by my sideThen i spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrongAnd i grew strongAnd i learned how--"
*Slap*
"Would you shut your MOUTH already!?"
Buffy looked up at Darla and smirked, hiding the fact that the slap hurt like HELL.
"Oh, Darla, don't you like my singing?"
"It's like listening to sh--How do you know my name?"
Buffy's eyes widened in shock over what she let out, and was about to try and make a half-witted excuse when two completely sated looking vampires walked in, bringing with them an un-marred little waitress.
Drusilla looked up from where she was cuddling next to Buffy (Who was trying NOT to look as uncomfortable as she felt about that) and squealed.
"Oooh, daddy has brought us a treat!"
She squeezed Buffy's hand and skipped over to Angelus and Spike, as did Darla (Minus the skipping and hand-squeazing).
"So, has the lass talked?" Angelus asked to Darla.
"Oh, she's talked alright. Just not about what we want to hear. She's seemed to have a passion for singing the most Agrivating songs known to man or beast. And for some reason, Dru seems quite taken with her. . ."
Drusilla had skipped back over to Buffy, and was once again huddled at her side and purring.
Spike turned to the two with a suggestive look on his face.
"Hmm. . . Maybe we WILL get some action tonight."
Buffy's impassive mask finally fell way to fear as she looked over to Spike.
"Pig!"
Spike laughed.
"Oink, oink, love."
"William, m'boy, leave the leering to me. This ripe flower looks just ready to be plucked, and I think I'd like to be the one to do it."
Buffy snorted, and Dru looked up at her with real concern.
"The child has already been plucked, and indecency scars our sorry future, her past. What is known shall be gone, what is yet to be learned is right before us."
With that, she reached up and snapped the chains.
"Dru! What do ye think ye be doing?!"
Buffy, suddenly comforted by the cold arms holding her, sank down into them and laid her head on Dru's lap while she stroked Buffy's hair.
Spike looked at them with exposed wonder and suddenly noticed the similarity between the two. It was barely perceptible, but the eyes. . . The eyes were nearly identical. Who was this girl, so much like his Dru, and yet exactly the opposite. Light to dark, fire to ice, water to land, day to night. . .
He walked slowly towards them, and Dru suddenly became tense, as if trying to protect the small girl. He kneeled down before them both and drew a finger down Dru's face, and then the blonde's.
"Who are you."
Buffy became enthralled by the look in his eyes, but she knew it wasn't a spell that made her speak.
"I am the slayer."
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"And this, *sob* this was my great-great-great-great--you know, I'm not really sure how many greats. . . But this was my very distant grandmother. Oh, there's such a story about her."
Willow had decided to stay at the Summer's house a while, and had ended up getting the full Summers History. They were sitting on the couch in the living room still, but this time with the photo-album, some old sketches, and Ben and Jerry's.
They were looking at an old sketch of a raven-haired girl, standing in the middle of an open field.
"It was around the 17--no, 1800's. Oh, such a sad tale. She ended up in an insane asylum before she was kidnapped and apparantly murdered."
"What happened to her to make her end up there?" Willow asked.
"Well, if I remember correctly. . . She had a stalker of some sort after her. He killed her mother, father, her two sisters. . . Brutally, too. She was the one who found them. If memory serves, he also raped her and drove her mad. Before all this, she had been raped once before, by a different person--the poor dear--and she had ended up pregnant. As soon as the attacks started, the story goes that she gave the baby girl, named Elizabeth, over to a distant friend, sending them out of the country. That was. . . Right after he killed her mother, I think. Well, after she ended up in a mental institution, it's said that the stalker killed everyone in there, and eventually killed her, after he had completely shattered her mind."
Willow's face had gone white, and she stoically asked, "What was her name?"
"Drusilla."
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A/N: Oooh, a cliff-hanger! I know, I'm evil. Well, you'll just have to review and find out what happens next, won't you! And I know, Dru doesn't look THAT much like Buffy, but if you bring up a good-enough pic of the two of them, without the make-up, their eyes DO look A LOT alike. Oh, what the hell, just go with me, OK? I also know that it's mainly presumed that Angelus took Dru's virginity, but again, my story, and I like it this way. Lots of love,
Andi
