My Childe

A/N: Sorry, I've been busy. No excuse, but still. Does it help if I say that I've learned my lesson? For I have. I went to 6 Flags yesterday, and I came back with about 2 pulled muscels, legs so chafed *sp?* they've raised welts, my feet were encased in sopping wet tennies all day, so they were numb with cold and blisters when I got home, I think I twisted my ankel, and I have a sunburn to rival a tomato. See? I've done my penence. God help me, though, I'm going back again. *g* Lots of love,

Andi

PS: I road my first rollercoaster!!!! Yay Batman!!!! Lots o' loop-di-loops.

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"How could you let this happen, boy?!"

Spike cowered beneath his sire, then realized what he was doing and stood up defiantly.

"S'not my fault you let the chit get away!"

Dru was still sobbing in the corner as a little blonde girl who was no longer alive looked at her confusedly. Then she looked over to Spike.

"Why's she crying?" She asked in a toddler-esque voice.

Both Spike and Angelus looked over at her, trying to see if she was actually serious, but the look on her face showed so much innocence, betraying the fact that she had brutally ripped out the necks of 3 humans on their way back to the factory.

Angelus cocked his head. "Come 'ere, alanna. Why do you ask?"

Buffy giggled. "My name's not 'Alanna'! It's Buffy!"

Spike scowled. "Stop with the little-girly routine, Buffy, you weren't like this earlier."

Buffy nodded thoughtfully, and said, "But she doesn't have a soul. Why is she crying? And why did you call me 'alanna'?"

Angelus rolled his eyes. *Americans*

"Why don't you ask *her*?" He said.

Buffy blinked, and slowly walked over to the weeping girl. "Dru? Why ya crying?"

Drusilla whimpered quietly. "The light's been lost to the dark and the little birdy shall sing no more, but we shall be a family still. For the light's been remade by the darks' grand-daddy. Oh, but how it shall crumble and fall!"

Buffy nodded slowly, then stepped back. "But if it is to be lost, why would you hold on?"

Spike and Angelus looked at each other with deep confusion and disbelief etched into their faces, not really believing that the former-slayer had actually understood Drusilla.

Drusilla smiled softly. "For one day, we shall be a family again, and all will be right. Mummy's pretty one will be ours again. . ."

Her soft smile turned to a malicious grin as she thought of this. "Oh, yes, she shall be ours. . ."

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"Spike, what's 'alanna' mean?"

Spike looked over at the tiny girl sitting next to him and grinned. "Means he fancies you his childe. Nevermind the fact that he doesn't even know who sired you."

"Oh."

Spike suddenly frowned. "You can really understand what Dru's saying?"

Buffy smirked. "Yep. And it's gonna be a hell of a ride."

"Meaning?"

Buffy humphed. "Meanie! That was my big exit sentence. I was gonna stand up and walk away, but you had to go and ruin it with your dumb old question and OH!"

"What?!"

"I feel all. . . Tingly. Like I did when I. . ."

"When you what?"

"Hit me."

Spike looked up in confusion. "What?"

"You heard me. I said hit me!"

"Alright. . ."

Spike swung at her with all his might, but Buffy ducked under his arm and kicked his feet out from under him, pinning him to the floor in less than a second.

"What the bloody fuckin' hell was that?! Fledges not s'posed to be that strong!"

Buffy smiled. "Spike, I think I was just called."

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A/N: Ahhh! Short, I know, but did I mention impending pain?! Of which I'm in??? Sorry. *pout* Forgive me? Lots of love,

Andi

PS: Yes, 'alanna' is an Irish slang word for 'my child'. I looked it up. I love looking up international slang words!