Souls Found
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest just give me credit.
If you want background - read Lost Souls.
Chapter 2
Spike is more than used to Dru muttering about one thing or another so he pays her no mind for a good while. Instead, he tries to gain a little more shut-eye before beginning the evening in earnest. As the sun sets and he can sleep no longer, he tunes into her ramblings. If you listen closely enough, you can catch a valuable tool every now and again.
"Spikey, there's a girl in my head. A golden girl. She's so angry. All gold and red. She wants to kill my Daddy. She wants to kill. Don't hurt me, no --- no --- no! Don't let her hurt me. Be a good sister, be a good sister."
As she continues, she begins to pull at her own hair, Spike tries to contain her as best he can. She seems much stronger than usual. She begins to scream over and over. "Slayer, Slayer" - she screeches.
He rocks her and sings her song to her, trying to calm her. "Lavender Blue, Dilly Dilly. Lavender Green, Dilly Dilly. When you are Queen, Dilly Dilly, I'll be your King."
Finally, after long, anguished sobs both Dru and her golden mystery girl seem to have calmed. His head aching from Dru's display, Spike vows to find "Daddy" before daybreak and let him deal with whatever the hell is going on.
Feeling the connection pulse and grow, Spike easily locates Angelus' lair before the stars are out. Knowing the ol' devil all too well, he parks in back and begins to bang on the garage door.
"Bloody Hell, Ang. Open the bloody door, will you? You know I'm here. Open up before I trash the place." He threatens, almost hoping that he'll be able to act on his threat.
Spike ceases his banging and picks up a fist size stone from the landscaping. Just as he begins to throw the stone, the lights come on and the automated garage door open begins to hum.
"That's more friggin' like it." He announces as he takes Dru by the hand.
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Willow and Xander are faced with an odd sight. While both have seen their share of Vamps - these two take the cake. The male bears a striking resemblance to Billy Idol. The girl looks like a Hippie who's had one too many acid trips.
Xander finds it hard to get worked up, as the pair look more likely to be heading to a costume party than to take down a nest of Master Vampires. And according to Angel, that's what they each were - in their own right - already. And despite feeling guilty over it, Xand takes a bit a pride in being a Master in this Domain.
The male pulls the girl by the hand as if she just might float away. In game face, it is hard to tell what exactly he looks like, as he snarls over his fangs. "Where's the bloody pounce? Sending recruits out to greet us! Well, we'll just see about that."
Xander and Willow both shift without thought, ready for a fight. The male is still holding onto the girl so despite a vicious kick, Xander soon has him in a headlock.
During the struggle, the girl has let go of the male's hand and is starting to sing to herself. Willow immediately recognizes not only the tune but also the voice. She stops cold. "Ssuuuch Xand, listen!" She commands.
"Lavender Blue, Dilly Dilly. Lavender Green, Dilly Dilly. When you are king, Dilly Dilly, I will be Queen."
At the sound, Xander stops playing around and drags the smaller male with him into the Lair, the women following.
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Once securely inside, Willow and Xander escort their company straight to the bedroom where Buffy.
As soon as, Drusilla is inside the room, she cries out "Sister!" and runs to Buffy, pulling her into her arms as if she is a doll. Buffy reciprocates the grasp and begins to cry for the first time. Drusilla runs her hands over Buffy's hair soothing her like a little girl.
The other four vampires in the room - Xander, Spike and Willow at the door and Angel standing in the far corner of the room - all stand mesmerized by the display in front of them. Xander has dropped his hold on the new male - William -as Angel calls him and draws Willow toward him. Somewhere inside of him is the primal knowledge that there are two other males near his mate.
Neither Angel nor Spike can tear their eyes away from their own mates, lost as they are in their own torment. Finally, Angel breaks his gaze to find his Childe.
"William"
"Angelus" the Blonde Vamp says with a nod. Then a slight smile plays across his thin lips. "What, no hug? I'm hurt."
Angel raises his voice suddenly, seeming to channel Angelus. "Cut the crap, Spike, what the hell have you done now?" He roars as he vamps. In the face of all five of his Children, Angel's demon can do no other than assert itself and its role as Master. Until they all acknowledge his status, he will stay behind his demon facade.
Xander instinctively puts himself between Spike and Angel.
Spike's no fool, he knows the odds and he's not one to fight a losing battle. Hands up and open, he nods to Angelus, his eyes downcast. "Cool it Pops, you're still the bloody boss!"
Drusilla raises her head to chime in, "Oh yes, Daddy. Will you stay this time? Will you, Daddy? Golden Girl Sister wants to hurt you but I don't let her. Please stay, Daddy! We'll be good, won't we, sister?" Dru asks Buffy. Buffy looks up blankly but says nothing.
The vacant look in Buffy's eyes is killing Angel. He slips back into his human guise as he watches Dru and Buffy.
Pulling away from Buffy a bit, Dru speaks again. "Sister, I want you to meet your big brother, William." Turning to Spike, she gestures for him to crawl up beside them.
"Now sister, if you're a good girl, maybe he'll a good big brother an' give you a taste of hm'self. He tastes like lightening." Dru whispers in a conspiratal tone. The words from the dark witch seem to reach the one corner of her mind where pain has not taken completely over.
Buffy stares at this new man moving toward her as she listens to Dru's words. She doesn't place him from Parent's Night.
Buffy's demon latches on to one word - taste. The witch said taste and she is so hungry but she can't bear to look toward the one whom she craves. This man, who the witch has called, is beautiful. Lean and angled with eyes like the summer sky. A perfect foil of the mate that her entire spirit is rejecting.
She is so hungry and the yawning empty spot inside of her is growing ever larger as pulls away from her mate. The part of her that is slayer cannot abide with the part of her who is vampire. And her mate is the one who has led her to this end. Her mate is the one who has murdered her mother - has for all intents and purposes murdered her. She cannot look at him without falling deeper into despair.
But her demon is new and hungry. It seeks strong blood; it seeks a strong male - an anchor. This hunger and need multiples her confusion and misery a thousand fold. And it is ripping Angel apart.
Spike sees the girl's indecision play clearly across her face, followed quickly by her hunger. Moving slowly as not to encounter Angel's wrath, he locks his eyes on his sire's face, silently asking for permission to give the girl what she so desperately needs.
Hs takes his sire's lack of movement as consent as he brings his own mouth to his wrist and bites. Just as slowly, he holds out the bleeding wrist to the girl in Dru's arms. Normally, this would be a wonderful time to gloat but his worry over Angel's state of mind combined with the wonder of this slayer turned vampire, lull Spike into a contemplative mood.
Dru eases back and claps her hands in delight as Spike feeds Buffy in front of their little audience. Dru rises from the bed and dances furiously around the room humming to herself before stopping in front of Angel. "Daddy has given us a sister - a golden girl!" She continues sing and dance as Spike draws Buffy more securely to him.
After a few moments, Buffy's hand clasps Spike's wrist and holds it to her. Deeply, she bites into the wrist, seeking the succor that it provides. The taste of this man is vaguely familiar but different from her sire's - enough so to keep her own grief at bay.
At the feel of her bite, Spike groans and his head falls back in pleasure. Both of them unaware, they begin to rock together in the rhythm that she has created as she draws on him.
The sight of the two is staggering. In some strange and magical way the two blend and merge. Eyes closed, they are totally lost in each other. Angel can feel the passion that is beginning to flare between his two children.
He can face no more. The sound of Dru's taunting, the sight of Buffy and Spike - it is too much. Without coherent thought, he reaches out to Dru and snaps her neck plunging the room into silence.
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest just give me credit.
If you want background - read Lost Souls.
Chapter 2
Spike is more than used to Dru muttering about one thing or another so he pays her no mind for a good while. Instead, he tries to gain a little more shut-eye before beginning the evening in earnest. As the sun sets and he can sleep no longer, he tunes into her ramblings. If you listen closely enough, you can catch a valuable tool every now and again.
"Spikey, there's a girl in my head. A golden girl. She's so angry. All gold and red. She wants to kill my Daddy. She wants to kill. Don't hurt me, no --- no --- no! Don't let her hurt me. Be a good sister, be a good sister."
As she continues, she begins to pull at her own hair, Spike tries to contain her as best he can. She seems much stronger than usual. She begins to scream over and over. "Slayer, Slayer" - she screeches.
He rocks her and sings her song to her, trying to calm her. "Lavender Blue, Dilly Dilly. Lavender Green, Dilly Dilly. When you are Queen, Dilly Dilly, I'll be your King."
Finally, after long, anguished sobs both Dru and her golden mystery girl seem to have calmed. His head aching from Dru's display, Spike vows to find "Daddy" before daybreak and let him deal with whatever the hell is going on.
Feeling the connection pulse and grow, Spike easily locates Angelus' lair before the stars are out. Knowing the ol' devil all too well, he parks in back and begins to bang on the garage door.
"Bloody Hell, Ang. Open the bloody door, will you? You know I'm here. Open up before I trash the place." He threatens, almost hoping that he'll be able to act on his threat.
Spike ceases his banging and picks up a fist size stone from the landscaping. Just as he begins to throw the stone, the lights come on and the automated garage door open begins to hum.
"That's more friggin' like it." He announces as he takes Dru by the hand.
**********************
Willow and Xander are faced with an odd sight. While both have seen their share of Vamps - these two take the cake. The male bears a striking resemblance to Billy Idol. The girl looks like a Hippie who's had one too many acid trips.
Xander finds it hard to get worked up, as the pair look more likely to be heading to a costume party than to take down a nest of Master Vampires. And according to Angel, that's what they each were - in their own right - already. And despite feeling guilty over it, Xand takes a bit a pride in being a Master in this Domain.
The male pulls the girl by the hand as if she just might float away. In game face, it is hard to tell what exactly he looks like, as he snarls over his fangs. "Where's the bloody pounce? Sending recruits out to greet us! Well, we'll just see about that."
Xander and Willow both shift without thought, ready for a fight. The male is still holding onto the girl so despite a vicious kick, Xander soon has him in a headlock.
During the struggle, the girl has let go of the male's hand and is starting to sing to herself. Willow immediately recognizes not only the tune but also the voice. She stops cold. "Ssuuuch Xand, listen!" She commands.
"Lavender Blue, Dilly Dilly. Lavender Green, Dilly Dilly. When you are king, Dilly Dilly, I will be Queen."
At the sound, Xander stops playing around and drags the smaller male with him into the Lair, the women following.
*******************
Once securely inside, Willow and Xander escort their company straight to the bedroom where Buffy.
As soon as, Drusilla is inside the room, she cries out "Sister!" and runs to Buffy, pulling her into her arms as if she is a doll. Buffy reciprocates the grasp and begins to cry for the first time. Drusilla runs her hands over Buffy's hair soothing her like a little girl.
The other four vampires in the room - Xander, Spike and Willow at the door and Angel standing in the far corner of the room - all stand mesmerized by the display in front of them. Xander has dropped his hold on the new male - William -as Angel calls him and draws Willow toward him. Somewhere inside of him is the primal knowledge that there are two other males near his mate.
Neither Angel nor Spike can tear their eyes away from their own mates, lost as they are in their own torment. Finally, Angel breaks his gaze to find his Childe.
"William"
"Angelus" the Blonde Vamp says with a nod. Then a slight smile plays across his thin lips. "What, no hug? I'm hurt."
Angel raises his voice suddenly, seeming to channel Angelus. "Cut the crap, Spike, what the hell have you done now?" He roars as he vamps. In the face of all five of his Children, Angel's demon can do no other than assert itself and its role as Master. Until they all acknowledge his status, he will stay behind his demon facade.
Xander instinctively puts himself between Spike and Angel.
Spike's no fool, he knows the odds and he's not one to fight a losing battle. Hands up and open, he nods to Angelus, his eyes downcast. "Cool it Pops, you're still the bloody boss!"
Drusilla raises her head to chime in, "Oh yes, Daddy. Will you stay this time? Will you, Daddy? Golden Girl Sister wants to hurt you but I don't let her. Please stay, Daddy! We'll be good, won't we, sister?" Dru asks Buffy. Buffy looks up blankly but says nothing.
The vacant look in Buffy's eyes is killing Angel. He slips back into his human guise as he watches Dru and Buffy.
Pulling away from Buffy a bit, Dru speaks again. "Sister, I want you to meet your big brother, William." Turning to Spike, she gestures for him to crawl up beside them.
"Now sister, if you're a good girl, maybe he'll a good big brother an' give you a taste of hm'self. He tastes like lightening." Dru whispers in a conspiratal tone. The words from the dark witch seem to reach the one corner of her mind where pain has not taken completely over.
Buffy stares at this new man moving toward her as she listens to Dru's words. She doesn't place him from Parent's Night.
Buffy's demon latches on to one word - taste. The witch said taste and she is so hungry but she can't bear to look toward the one whom she craves. This man, who the witch has called, is beautiful. Lean and angled with eyes like the summer sky. A perfect foil of the mate that her entire spirit is rejecting.
She is so hungry and the yawning empty spot inside of her is growing ever larger as pulls away from her mate. The part of her that is slayer cannot abide with the part of her who is vampire. And her mate is the one who has led her to this end. Her mate is the one who has murdered her mother - has for all intents and purposes murdered her. She cannot look at him without falling deeper into despair.
But her demon is new and hungry. It seeks strong blood; it seeks a strong male - an anchor. This hunger and need multiples her confusion and misery a thousand fold. And it is ripping Angel apart.
Spike sees the girl's indecision play clearly across her face, followed quickly by her hunger. Moving slowly as not to encounter Angel's wrath, he locks his eyes on his sire's face, silently asking for permission to give the girl what she so desperately needs.
Hs takes his sire's lack of movement as consent as he brings his own mouth to his wrist and bites. Just as slowly, he holds out the bleeding wrist to the girl in Dru's arms. Normally, this would be a wonderful time to gloat but his worry over Angel's state of mind combined with the wonder of this slayer turned vampire, lull Spike into a contemplative mood.
Dru eases back and claps her hands in delight as Spike feeds Buffy in front of their little audience. Dru rises from the bed and dances furiously around the room humming to herself before stopping in front of Angel. "Daddy has given us a sister - a golden girl!" She continues sing and dance as Spike draws Buffy more securely to him.
After a few moments, Buffy's hand clasps Spike's wrist and holds it to her. Deeply, she bites into the wrist, seeking the succor that it provides. The taste of this man is vaguely familiar but different from her sire's - enough so to keep her own grief at bay.
At the feel of her bite, Spike groans and his head falls back in pleasure. Both of them unaware, they begin to rock together in the rhythm that she has created as she draws on him.
The sight of the two is staggering. In some strange and magical way the two blend and merge. Eyes closed, they are totally lost in each other. Angel can feel the passion that is beginning to flare between his two children.
He can face no more. The sound of Dru's taunting, the sight of Buffy and Spike - it is too much. Without coherent thought, he reaches out to Dru and snaps her neck plunging the room into silence.