'She falls apart, no one there,
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear,
Falls apart, might as well,
Day is long and nothing is wasted.'
Buffy pushed the door open easily and entered into the darkened space beyond. She could hear the others crowding around the doorway behind her, watching as she moved further and further into the blackness. She shivered, Goosebumps rising on her arms as the damp air chilled. Her sandaled feet sunk into the thick moss covered paving stones. There was no ceiling above her, one the vast black firmament of the sky which hung ominously over them, offering not even the tiniest amount of comfort to the Scoobies.
They trailed warily behind Buffy, their teeth chattering as they halted a few steps behind where she stood, gazing at the indistinguishable horizon. A flicker stood out among the darkness, a tiny pinprick of light that wavered and danced against the blackness. They moved towards it swiftly, pressing themselves against the biting cold and congealed darkness until they found themselves at a crossroads. In the middle of the two paths stood a veiled woman, her pale hand extended in the air as she held the lantern which contained the dancing light.
The woman pulled back her hood, her ebony eyes shining in the dim light as she cast her gaze on the Scoobies, "Boo."
The Scoobies jumped back, Drusilla's serpentine smile growing stronger as they trembles warily. She took a step forward, lowering the lantern, only to find Buffy's hand pressed against her middle, the knife pressing beneath her ribcage. Druisilla locked eyes with the Slayer, a pout forming on her mouth, "Naughty Slayer. The voices demand their tea and honey."
"The party's over, Dru."
The vampiress' eyes flashed warningly as her free hand came up and gripped the wrist holding Buffy's knife, "This isn't for me, dearie." She pushed the knife away and continued to gaze at the Slayer as the silence grew thick around them.
Finally Buffy pulled the knife away and considered it carefully in the lantern light, "Who's it for, Dru?"
She smiled broadly and danced away, "Betrayer. Liar. Both must bleed." She stopped, her black eyes glittering as she hissed, "Betrayer."
Buffy fingered the filigreed blade carefully, her eyes taking in the delicate runic script, "So this is for me?"
Dru nodded once more, "And the other."
"The other?" Buffy questioned softly before sheathing the knife. Dru met her question with silence, leaving the Slayer to formulate her own conclusions. Buffy closed her eyes, "Why can I read the runes?"
Drusilla's eyes danced as se threw her head back and laughed mischievously, "Because you're ours."
"Yours?"
"Ours. Sister."
Buffy nodded, ignoring the looks from her mother and Giles, "What now?"
The vampiress swept her hands out, indicating the two paths, "You can only chose one, but neither will take you back to where you started, and you'll arrive with less of what you have but more of a different thing."
"And Spike?"
Drusilla shrugged, "He'll not leave unless you take him. He's as they were. Blind. Like a rat."
Buffy turned to face the others, her eyes lingering on each of them before she gestured to the road on the right, "Take that one, it will lead you out."
"But what about you, Buffy?"
The Blonde turned to face the left, "I'm going after Spike."
Drusilla let out a low laugh, "Betrayal bites deep, is your armor that thick? His thoughts whisper to me in the dark. There is much you don't know."
Buffy took a step on her chosen path, "I'll take the chance." With one final glance behind her she began to move into the darkness, following the blood rhythm that called to her.
'Runaway Runaway,
Hold hold you but your going away,
But your leaving today, but you're leaving today.'
Hold her hand, it seems to disappear,
Falls apart, might as well,
Day is long and nothing is wasted.'
Buffy pushed the door open easily and entered into the darkened space beyond. She could hear the others crowding around the doorway behind her, watching as she moved further and further into the blackness. She shivered, Goosebumps rising on her arms as the damp air chilled. Her sandaled feet sunk into the thick moss covered paving stones. There was no ceiling above her, one the vast black firmament of the sky which hung ominously over them, offering not even the tiniest amount of comfort to the Scoobies.
They trailed warily behind Buffy, their teeth chattering as they halted a few steps behind where she stood, gazing at the indistinguishable horizon. A flicker stood out among the darkness, a tiny pinprick of light that wavered and danced against the blackness. They moved towards it swiftly, pressing themselves against the biting cold and congealed darkness until they found themselves at a crossroads. In the middle of the two paths stood a veiled woman, her pale hand extended in the air as she held the lantern which contained the dancing light.
The woman pulled back her hood, her ebony eyes shining in the dim light as she cast her gaze on the Scoobies, "Boo."
The Scoobies jumped back, Drusilla's serpentine smile growing stronger as they trembles warily. She took a step forward, lowering the lantern, only to find Buffy's hand pressed against her middle, the knife pressing beneath her ribcage. Druisilla locked eyes with the Slayer, a pout forming on her mouth, "Naughty Slayer. The voices demand their tea and honey."
"The party's over, Dru."
The vampiress' eyes flashed warningly as her free hand came up and gripped the wrist holding Buffy's knife, "This isn't for me, dearie." She pushed the knife away and continued to gaze at the Slayer as the silence grew thick around them.
Finally Buffy pulled the knife away and considered it carefully in the lantern light, "Who's it for, Dru?"
She smiled broadly and danced away, "Betrayer. Liar. Both must bleed." She stopped, her black eyes glittering as she hissed, "Betrayer."
Buffy fingered the filigreed blade carefully, her eyes taking in the delicate runic script, "So this is for me?"
Dru nodded once more, "And the other."
"The other?" Buffy questioned softly before sheathing the knife. Dru met her question with silence, leaving the Slayer to formulate her own conclusions. Buffy closed her eyes, "Why can I read the runes?"
Drusilla's eyes danced as se threw her head back and laughed mischievously, "Because you're ours."
"Yours?"
"Ours. Sister."
Buffy nodded, ignoring the looks from her mother and Giles, "What now?"
The vampiress swept her hands out, indicating the two paths, "You can only chose one, but neither will take you back to where you started, and you'll arrive with less of what you have but more of a different thing."
"And Spike?"
Drusilla shrugged, "He'll not leave unless you take him. He's as they were. Blind. Like a rat."
Buffy turned to face the others, her eyes lingering on each of them before she gestured to the road on the right, "Take that one, it will lead you out."
"But what about you, Buffy?"
The Blonde turned to face the left, "I'm going after Spike."
Drusilla let out a low laugh, "Betrayal bites deep, is your armor that thick? His thoughts whisper to me in the dark. There is much you don't know."
Buffy took a step on her chosen path, "I'll take the chance." With one final glance behind her she began to move into the darkness, following the blood rhythm that called to her.
'Runaway Runaway,
Hold hold you but your going away,
But your leaving today, but you're leaving today.'