A/N: Just to let you guys know Liam is Angelus now, so no confusion, OK? Enjoy!
CHAPTER 9
Dru led the way down the streets of LA later that night, Darla and Angelus close behind her. If one thing could be said about their new little vampire was that she sure could be determined.
"Do you know where she's headed?" Darla whispered to Angelus.
"She knows where she's headed," Angelus replied simply.
Dru stopped abruptly in front of a house she knew well. She then turned to the older vampires. "Wait here, please."
Angelus and Darla just nodded.
Dru approached the house's front door and rung the bell, as if she were any other visitor.
"I got it, Mum," a familiar voice called as the door opened. "Yeah, what— Dru?"
"Will," his girlfriend smiled at him.
Spike stepped outside of the house. "What happened to you, luv? You completely disappeared."
"Shh. It's all right. I'm here now, baby." She reached up to his lips and kissed him softly.
Spike held her close to him. "Where have you been, Dru?"
"Making with the big happiness." Dru gestured her head towards Angelus and Darla. Spike glanced at them. "Them."
"Who are they?" Spike asked, utterly confused.
"You'll find out, pretty William. But first…"
"What is it?"
"You have to come with us. Are you ready?"
"You know I'm always ready for you, luv," Spike replied.
Dru smiled in contentment. "Good." She reached up, slowly vamped out, and stabbed her fangs into the side of his neck. Spike passed out and collapsed to the ground a few seconds later. Dru, with the help of her nail, cut her own wrist and knelt down to him. She pressed her bruised hand against his lips and allowed him to drink her blood. "There we go." She gently stroked his bleached hair.
Angelus draped an arm around Darla's shoulders. "She's good."
"Good enough," Darla shrugged.
Gunn drove down the block in his father's black jaguar. Wesley sat next to him in the passenger seat while Buffy sat in the back. The three of them were still pretty fired up after the basketball game at their high school, as their team had one.
"I swear that game was off the hook," Gunn beamed, his hands gripped on the wheel.
"Yes, as far as sporting events go, it was… well, a blast?" Wesley suggested.
"Keep it up, Wes. You're becoming one of us," said Gunn.
"Excellent," Wesley smiled, glancing towards the window next to him.
"Yeah. It was great. Did you see Lindsey McDonald?" Buffy asked. "Totally sending gawks my way during my last dance."
"OK, OK," Gunn nodded with a smirk. "Lindsey got a girlie in my back seat."
"Hey!" Buffy exclaimed but couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"Girl, don't deny your man," Gunn teased.
"Nice, Charles," Wesley chuckled.
"You guys are freaks," Buffy giggled.
Gunn started, "Well, there is a freak in the car but it ain't us, Buff—" Buffy reached forward and slapped his shoulder. "Hey, don't mess with a man while he's driving. Drive off the road or something."
"We're here," Wesley announced to get Gunn's attention back.
Gunn stopped in front of Wesley's house, which was the first home on the block. The three of them climbed out of the car, stretching a little.
"See you guys tomorrow," Buffy waved to them as she jogged down the block to her house.
"Later, Wes," Gunn said as he went next door to his house.
"Good night," Wesley called after him. He went up the few steps that led to his front door and rummaged around in his pocket for his front keys. After opening the door, Wesley entered and immediately headed upstairs.
"Wesley." The British teenager turned around with a gasp, only to see his father. "You're late."
Wesley glanced at his watch. "Only by half an hour." His father cleared his throat warningly. Wesley sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry, Father. It won't happen again."
"I'll see you in the morning for fencing," Mr. Wyndam-Pryce said simply before turning and walking away.
Wesley released a breath and headed up to his bedroom.
"Well, Wesley, finally showed up I see." Wesley turned to see his older brother, Pierce, who was visiting from England.
"I'm only half an hour late, Pierce. You know that."
Pierce merely turned around and went into his bedroom.
Wesley walked into his room, only to see his other brother, fourteen-year-old Adam, sitting on his bed. "Adam, what do you think you're doing in here? You know I hate anyone in my room."
"Just catching up on my reading," the dark haired boy replied then waved a book he held around. "Dear Diary, I'm Wesley, the huge dork who enjoys naked cheerleader fantasies."
"Give me that," Wesley ordered.
"Catch it," the younger boy taunted.
He tossed the book up in the air then sped for the door. Wesley grabbed the book then his wooden baseball bat. He waved the bat out in the hallway as Adam ran into his bedroom.
"Stay out of here, you obnoxious little troll," Wesley said, his voice raised. Before he closed the door he added, "And it isn't a bloody diary. It's a journal! A jour-nal!"
"Wesley, inside voice," the teen heard his mother call.
Wesley groaned in frustration then shut his door.
A/N: New chapter to come with the quickness. Anyway, please review while I think of a snack for myself.