Alone in her room, Willow gasped and her eyes opened wide. She jumped off
of her bed where she had previously been sitting cross-legged and looked
apprehensively at that place as though it would offer her answers that she
would not otherwise receive.
That had been intense. That had been more than intense! What had that been?
Still breathing heavily, Willow shook her head. That was enough magic for her to last a long time. A very long time. There was no way known that she was going to be dabbling in those magics again, that was for sure. Nosirree! Willow had definitely learnt her lesson.
She just wished that Buffy would come back and reassure her that everything was okay. Laying down to bed, she waited for her slayer friend to return to the dorm room that they both shared.
*
Cackling all by herself in a crypt that nobody in Sunnydale even knew she was staying in, Drusilla danced to music that only she could hear and crowed to herself and her imaginary 'daddy'.
"Ooh, you've been a cruel daddy, coming to the slayer like that. Did you know that she went to dear William to change her? She is one of us now. Surely one of us. What a party, and everyone's invited!"
She clapped her hands together in her ecstasy, knowing that her time spent on her own and lonely was soon to come to an end. She was about to create a new family all of her own!
*
Buffy stalked the dark streets of Sunnydale, fully aware that Spike trailed along behind her. He was really getting quite annoying, but for now it suited her to go on ignoring him. The time would come when she would take care of him, but that time was not now.
Now she was on the trail of something bigger. Angel.
His scent led her onwards into a part of Sunnydale that she didn't know so well, but that didn't matter. She was above those things that went bump in the night. Even more than when she had just been 'the slayer'. Now she was actually one of those things that went bump in the night. And she loved it!
Buffy slowed down. He was close. She could feel it. And right ahead of her was a mansion that she had never seen before. Fitting, she thought to herself. Only the best for Angel. Some things never changed.
Taking a deep breath, she wanted to be absolutely ready for her confrontation with her ex-honey, she started up the hill that would lead her to confrontation of the very best sort.
*
Drusilla was positively humming with the energy that was coming towards her. Not long now, not very long at all!
*
Buffy kicked open the door as she had on so many occasions with Spike. Eyes blazing in her own readiness, Drusilla spun around to face the ex-slayer.
"Buffy," she crooned, "So nice for you to drop by."
"Cut it out, Drusilla. Where is Angel hiding?"
Drusilla laughed the laugh of only a truly crazy person, before fixing her eyes somewhat dazedly on Buffy once more.
"Oh dearest heart, you really think that your Angel is here with me? How sweet," she said in her rich, deep voice.
Buffy's eyes opened finally to what was truly around her. Drusilla was right. Angel was not here after all. It had all been a trick. She had been tricked!
"Now now, no need to throw a tantrum or anything like that," Drusilla stepped forward to admonish. "That's not the way happy families work out, you see."
"Dru, we are hardly a happy family," Buffy enlightened her, but Drusilla quickly lifted one finger, complete with painted nail, up to her ruby lips.
"Shhhhh," she uttered. "Not supposed to say naughty things like that. It's not the way it's done."
Buffy rolled her eyes, but something in Drusilla's eyes suddenly struck Buffy as true.
"You... you're my sire," she said in wonder. "You were the one who made Spike... and he made me..."
"Yess..." Drusilla ran her hand down the side of Buffy's face soothingly.
"And that means..." Buffy continued.
"And that means... we're going to paint this town red," Drusilla crowed in ecstasy.
That had been intense. That had been more than intense! What had that been?
Still breathing heavily, Willow shook her head. That was enough magic for her to last a long time. A very long time. There was no way known that she was going to be dabbling in those magics again, that was for sure. Nosirree! Willow had definitely learnt her lesson.
She just wished that Buffy would come back and reassure her that everything was okay. Laying down to bed, she waited for her slayer friend to return to the dorm room that they both shared.
*
Cackling all by herself in a crypt that nobody in Sunnydale even knew she was staying in, Drusilla danced to music that only she could hear and crowed to herself and her imaginary 'daddy'.
"Ooh, you've been a cruel daddy, coming to the slayer like that. Did you know that she went to dear William to change her? She is one of us now. Surely one of us. What a party, and everyone's invited!"
She clapped her hands together in her ecstasy, knowing that her time spent on her own and lonely was soon to come to an end. She was about to create a new family all of her own!
*
Buffy stalked the dark streets of Sunnydale, fully aware that Spike trailed along behind her. He was really getting quite annoying, but for now it suited her to go on ignoring him. The time would come when she would take care of him, but that time was not now.
Now she was on the trail of something bigger. Angel.
His scent led her onwards into a part of Sunnydale that she didn't know so well, but that didn't matter. She was above those things that went bump in the night. Even more than when she had just been 'the slayer'. Now she was actually one of those things that went bump in the night. And she loved it!
Buffy slowed down. He was close. She could feel it. And right ahead of her was a mansion that she had never seen before. Fitting, she thought to herself. Only the best for Angel. Some things never changed.
Taking a deep breath, she wanted to be absolutely ready for her confrontation with her ex-honey, she started up the hill that would lead her to confrontation of the very best sort.
*
Drusilla was positively humming with the energy that was coming towards her. Not long now, not very long at all!
*
Buffy kicked open the door as she had on so many occasions with Spike. Eyes blazing in her own readiness, Drusilla spun around to face the ex-slayer.
"Buffy," she crooned, "So nice for you to drop by."
"Cut it out, Drusilla. Where is Angel hiding?"
Drusilla laughed the laugh of only a truly crazy person, before fixing her eyes somewhat dazedly on Buffy once more.
"Oh dearest heart, you really think that your Angel is here with me? How sweet," she said in her rich, deep voice.
Buffy's eyes opened finally to what was truly around her. Drusilla was right. Angel was not here after all. It had all been a trick. She had been tricked!
"Now now, no need to throw a tantrum or anything like that," Drusilla stepped forward to admonish. "That's not the way happy families work out, you see."
"Dru, we are hardly a happy family," Buffy enlightened her, but Drusilla quickly lifted one finger, complete with painted nail, up to her ruby lips.
"Shhhhh," she uttered. "Not supposed to say naughty things like that. It's not the way it's done."
Buffy rolled her eyes, but something in Drusilla's eyes suddenly struck Buffy as true.
"You... you're my sire," she said in wonder. "You were the one who made Spike... and he made me..."
"Yess..." Drusilla ran her hand down the side of Buffy's face soothingly.
"And that means..." Buffy continued.
"And that means... we're going to paint this town red," Drusilla crowed in ecstasy.
