Sorry for the long time between updates - mock exams kinda took over my
writing time. Argh! Thanks to Queen Boadicea for the review.

Chapter 7

Xander looked around the cave before entering fully.

"Nothing here, then," he announced. "iAgain./i"

Willow walked further in than Xander. Spying a gap large enough to squeeze through in the wall, she pulled her chest in and gradually eased herself through the gap.

Curious, the others followed, their hearts - with the exception of Angel's - thundering.

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They'd left Buffy alone for a while. Groaning with the torturous pain, she willed herself not to pass out, at the same time wondering if it was worth it. After all, if she was unconscious, she couldn't tell Spike anything, could she? And she wouldn't feel the pain, either.

Buffy's train of thought was disturbed by a figure emerging from a gap in the rock.

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Drusilla sensed the presence of humans, a large number of them, by her standards. She estimated at least three of the things had invaded, and intended to let her lover know.

"There are more," she moaned, holding the back of her hand weakly to her forehead.

"More what, pet?" Spike asked, sauntering over to the insane vampire.

"People," she groaned, before grinning sadly: knowingly. "They've come to help the Slayer." She shook as she finished her sentence. Spike drew her into an embrace and kissed her hand.

"We'll deal with them, pet, don't worry."

* * * * * *

Kevin heard the girl gasp, and, roused from his daydream, turned his head to see what held her gaze so firmly. iPlease don't be a boyfriend./i

The boy sighed happily when he saw only a girl with ginger hair. When he looked back at the blonde, he tensed. A mixture of shock and pure, unbridled terror was playing across her delicate features.

* * * * * *

Willow was the first to move. She had not expected to stumble across her best friend quite so fast. Heaving a sigh of relief, she marched briskly up to Buffy.

"You've got to get out of here, Will," the Slayer gasped. "Spike'll -"

"Oh, don't worry, we'll make it easy on the redhead. She is smart, after all," Spike interrupted. Then, detecting a vampiric presence behind him, "Won't we, Dru?"

"Actually, I was thinking I'd stop you doing anything to Willow."

Spike swung around at the exact moment Buffy's heart leaped. Then Spike growled, accepting Angel's challenge.

* * * * * *

Drusilla watched Amelia leave her house, a frown on her face as she worried about her only family; Kevin. Their parents had died two years ago in a car crash and the 22-year-old girl was very worried about her missing younger brother.

The whitewashed pine door of the house slammed shut behind her with just enough force to cause the brass knocker to hit the door soundly only once. Amelia's bad temper made Drusilla smile cruelly as she followed the chestnut-haired girl into the cloaking shadows of an alley leading to The Bronze. The vampire was going to stop Amelia from ever having to worry about her brother again.

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Angel rushed Spike, shoving him to the ground and landing on top of him. Struggling, Spike tried to push Angel off of himself, but Xander and Willow grabbed his arms, pinning him down. Angel stood up and went swiftly over to Buffy, using all his strength to break the chains and still barely managing it. The girl collapsed into his arms, short bits of the chains dangling from her wrists. Angel hugged her quickly, glad he could keep an eye out for her safety, and returned to helping the others with the battle.

Spike had managed to escape Xander and Willow's clutches, and began to charge at Buffy. Angel tried to block his way, desperate to keep him from hurting Buffy, but William the Bloody pushed him viciously to the ground.

Buffy, however, saw Spike coming, and sprang, with what little strength she could muster, onto a ledge above the vampire's head. Shocked, Spike paused to gape at her agility, before starting to clamber up the rock face towards her.

* * * * * * Drusilla placed a cold, pale hand on Amelia's shoulder. Startled, the girl turned sharply, softening when she saw who had tapped her shoulder.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was calm and polite; everything you would not expect a worried sister to be.

"I think so. Dinner, perhaps?"

"I don't know.my place isn't in any state for entertaining, and I don't have any money to buy food."

"Don't need money for this food."

"Look, if you're gonna shoplift, fine, but don't drag me into it." Amelia turned to go.

Morphing into her vampiric visage, complete with glistening fangs and glowing golden eyes that radiated evil, Drusilla replied calmly,

"Don't have to pay for this food because it's free anyway." She sank her fangs into the young girl's tender neck, sucking up the thick, nutritious blood with a slight slurping noise.

Amelia's scream caused Drusilla to chuckle against the girl's neck with glee, spilling blood but never pausing her drinking. Kevin had no one left to come home to.