A/N- Hope you all are liking this fic, I'm enjoying writing it!!
The next day, Riley was called into Walsh's office yet again. As soon as he walked in, Walsh asked, "Did Buffy get back together with you?"
"No, why?" he replied with a laugh.
"Just because you look all lovesick..." Walsh replied. "Anyway, hostile 17's nails need to be clipped, those things are lethal! And she's due for breakfast." He explained, handing Riley a pair of big nail clippers and another blood bag.
Riley walked out of the office silently. He fumbled with the many keys on his key ring before inserting the correct one, turning it and pushing the door open.
Drusilla was curled up in one corner, clutching Miss Edith like a little girl. She looked so innocent; she couldn't be a cold-blooded killer. But Riley knew better, al least he thought he did. He walked over, and shook her gently. "Drusilla, Drusilla, love, wake up."
She stirred gently, her eyes fluttering open and staring into Riley's. "Oh, it's you. What do you have for me?" she asked with a giggle.
"Breakfast, but first, you have to let me clip your nails." He said, taking one hand and raising the clippers to it. Before he could clip the first one, he heard Drusilla distinctively giggle while stroking his cheek with her nail.
What had The Initiative been thinking? The chip couldn't restrain her; dark magic was a part of her, her visions. If an electrical shock was emitted, her body would rewire it, ignoring each shock that emitted from killing a mortal.
"Poor Riley, thinking he can go and play with the big boys, but he's too frail. But I could make you strong, if you'd let me. Will you?" she asked.
He thought for a while, and decided. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and anyone who denied her anything would be an idiot.
"Yes, I'll give myself to you..." he said bravely.
Drusilla smiled, she wasn't going to be alone much longer.
The next day, Riley was called into Walsh's office yet again. As soon as he walked in, Walsh asked, "Did Buffy get back together with you?"
"No, why?" he replied with a laugh.
"Just because you look all lovesick..." Walsh replied. "Anyway, hostile 17's nails need to be clipped, those things are lethal! And she's due for breakfast." He explained, handing Riley a pair of big nail clippers and another blood bag.
Riley walked out of the office silently. He fumbled with the many keys on his key ring before inserting the correct one, turning it and pushing the door open.
Drusilla was curled up in one corner, clutching Miss Edith like a little girl. She looked so innocent; she couldn't be a cold-blooded killer. But Riley knew better, al least he thought he did. He walked over, and shook her gently. "Drusilla, Drusilla, love, wake up."
She stirred gently, her eyes fluttering open and staring into Riley's. "Oh, it's you. What do you have for me?" she asked with a giggle.
"Breakfast, but first, you have to let me clip your nails." He said, taking one hand and raising the clippers to it. Before he could clip the first one, he heard Drusilla distinctively giggle while stroking his cheek with her nail.
What had The Initiative been thinking? The chip couldn't restrain her; dark magic was a part of her, her visions. If an electrical shock was emitted, her body would rewire it, ignoring each shock that emitted from killing a mortal.
"Poor Riley, thinking he can go and play with the big boys, but he's too frail. But I could make you strong, if you'd let me. Will you?" she asked.
He thought for a while, and decided. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and anyone who denied her anything would be an idiot.
"Yes, I'll give myself to you..." he said bravely.
Drusilla smiled, she wasn't going to be alone much longer.