Disclaimers: All belongs to Joss Whedon, or as my 3 year-old cousin says,
God.
Spoilers: um... Like season 2, and Lover's Walk. Any ep on Buffy or Angel with flashbacks to the Fanged Four's human days.
Summary: What would have season two been like if Spike had been the sane one?
Karma: The action begins in the alley behind the Bronze in the beginning of School Hard. Just in case you got confused...
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"As long as nothing bad happens" are the words of death. Any time any one says those words, something bad always happens. It was no different than when Xander told his two best friends that everything was going to be fine as long as nothing really bad happened between now and Saturday. That night a black DeSoto crashed through the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign and trouble walked into Buffy's life.
The car belonged to Drusilla, a master vampire who was nearly two hundred years old. She's the most viscous creature the world had seen since Angelus. She had killed two slayers this century and was looking forward to killing number three. She knew there were two slayers in the world, but she chose Sunnydale for a specific reason. Her lover, Spike, an insane vampire who she loved with all of her unbeating heart, had been seriously injured in their recent stay in Prague. The only way to heal him included the Hell Mouth, his Sire's blood and the blood of a Slayer.
This story is about Drusilla and her lover. And how they changed the slayer's life forever. However, this story is not about the slayer's changes. No, they are about Drusilla's and her Spike's changes. Everyone else is a part of how they came to be who they are today.
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"Nice work, luv."
Buffy looked away from the vampire she had just dusted and up towards the entrance of the alley. A women no older than twenty stepped out of the shadows. She was dressed head to toe in black leather, but the thing Buffy noticed at once was the beautiful leather jacket she wore. "Who are you?" She asked her. Buffy could feel her vampire senses going off as the woman stared back at Buffy.
"You'll find out on Saturday." She said. Buffy could hear her Cockney accent clearly now.
"What happens on Saturday?" Buffy asked nervously.
The vampiress smiled. "I kill you." Buffy shook her head in amazement. When she looked back up, the woman was gone.
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" Buffy asked the empty alley.
*****
"Dru? That's what the other vampire called her?" Giles asked as he looked over a book. As soon as the vampire had left the alley, Buffy had grabbed Xander and Willow and they head straight for the library. If any one could figure out what was going on, Giles could.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, have you heard of her before?" She asked hopefully. 'Anything to get out of researching.'
"No." Giles admitted. "But she can't be any worse than any of the other creatures you've faced."
"She's worse." Angel commented entering the library. "When she starts something she won't stop until everything in her path is dead."
"Do you know her?" Willow asked confused.
Angel sighed. "I made her. She was my first childe."
Buffy stared open-mouthed at Angel. "You turned her?" Buffy asked wanting clarification
"Yes, in the late eighteen hundreds. She was one of two childer I made."
Giles looked at Angel wanting more information. "Who was the other one?" As soon as he asked the question, he regretted it, as he looked at the pained expression on Angel's face.
"William the Bloody. But last time I checked he was calling himself Spike." Angel laughed dryly.
"Why is that?" Xander wrinkled his nose. "That's not the most common name in the world. How'd he get that idea in his head?"
Angel laughed bitterly again. "The stars told him to." Upon looking at the blank faces in the room, Angel continued. "When Darla, Dru and I were traveling through London, we ran into a poet after a ball. He was a wreck. The love of his life had just rejected him. Dru fell in love with him at first sight. Said she loved the frailty he had. She knew that if she turned him, he would be loyal to her for eternity, but I wouldn't let her turn him quite yet.
"First we killed his love. And when he was sick with grief, we killed his mother. Then one by one we killed off all of his family and friends until there was no one left in his life. We drove him to insanity. He last living friend sent him to a monastery. And the day before he was to become a priest, I tortured and turned him.
"By the time I was done with my games, he was a wreck. He was completely insane. And now completely useless to us. Except for one thing, his visions. He sees things before they happen. But that wasn't enough to Darla she still wanted him dead. But Dru wouldn't let her. Even though Will was crazy, she took pity on him and fell in love with him. She took him as her mate and hasn't let him out of her sight since. She's been taking care of him for nearly a century and probably will still be taking care of him two centuries from now. He's the love of her unlife." Angel stopped speaking and slid into an empty chair. He ran his hands through his hair.
No one knew what to say to comfort Angel. What can you say? 'I'm sorry, you drove your childe insane?'
Angel suddenly stood up.
"Angel, maybe you should stay here-" Buffy began to suggest.
"No, I need to think." Angel pushed past Buffy and out of the library, oblivious to everyone's protests.
Buffy looked at Xander with a look that said 'told you so.
"What?" Xander asked confused.
Willow shook her head. "You had to say that nothing bad was going to happen, didn't you Xander?"
*****
Drusilla walked into the factory and past the chanting vampires. She walked past the Annoying One and into her room. She looked inside the room carefully before walking in.
"You shall not speak a lie, my daughter." She heard a masculine voice say. Sighing she threw her new plaything into a corner and walked over towards the voice.
Sitting in the center of the room at a table was a vampire with honey blonde curly hair spilling into his eyes. He was cradling a blonde doll in his arms. "Miss Edith. You were very bad today. You spoke out of turn." He threw the doll into a wall, miraculously not breaking it. "You shall be punished."
Drusilla sighed again. "William, my love, what are you doing?" She wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. "You're supposed to be resting you're ill, my love. Did you eat today?"
"I wasn't hungry." He said dismissing the topic. "I miss Prague." Spike spun around to face Drusilla. "You nearly died in Prague, idiot mob." Drusilla led Spike over to the bed. "But here, the hell mouth will restore you. Put color into your cheeks metaphorically speaking." She pushed Spike onto the bed and then climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
"And then the stars will align." He added.
"And then will this town burn."
"Such a pretty fire."
Drusilla rolled off Spike and lay next to him with her head on his chest.
"The Slayer will be no match for you, luv, I can see it." Spike told her gently stroking her hair. "But the boy, he doesn't trust you."
Drusilla groaned and sat up. "Spike."
"He plans very loudly in his mind. The stars saw and told me. He's going to kill you after you kill the nasty slayer."
"That's not going to happen, Spike."
"It is." Spike said feverishly. "I wonder one day if all my hair will fall out."
"Spike." Drusilla stood up and took his face in her hands. "Everything's going to be fine, baby, don't worry." She kissed him deeply.
"The purple sea knows not where it goes until the whales swim." He told her pulling away.
Drusilla smiled inwardly. 'So childlike and so beautiful.' She mused as she pulled him off the bed.
"I'll go chant with the others if it will make you feel better, Will, as long as you do me one favor." She stepped away from Spike and picked up the girl she had thrown in the corner earlier. "Eat something." She told him throwing the girl into his arms.
"Such pretty colors your soul makes." Spike told her. "It's sad you don't need it anymore." He said as he slipped into game face and slipped his fangs into her neck.
*****
Drusilla watched her love from the stairs. 'You'll be better soon, Spike my love. I told you Angelus would pay for what he did to you, and I always keep my word to you, my love. You will be sane soon, even if I have to kill every person and demon in this bloody world to save you from what sodding Angelus did to you. You are my prince, and I promised you the world. And God damn it, Will, you will have this world on a golden platter.'
Spike looked up at the stairs where Drusilla stood and smiled at her, dropping the body in the process. He slipped back into his human mask and walked over to Drusilla. She smiled and licked the blood off his chin. He kissed her softly on the lips.
"You're not going to chant are you? You're going to kill the Slayer. You're going to go kill her for me, aren't you?"
Drusilla smiled and leaned her forehead against Spike's. "You know me so well, baby. But not yet. Soon, my love. Soon, this town will be Slayer free and we'll have Angelus where we want him."
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Spoilers: um... Like season 2, and Lover's Walk. Any ep on Buffy or Angel with flashbacks to the Fanged Four's human days.
Summary: What would have season two been like if Spike had been the sane one?
Karma: The action begins in the alley behind the Bronze in the beginning of School Hard. Just in case you got confused...
*****
"As long as nothing bad happens" are the words of death. Any time any one says those words, something bad always happens. It was no different than when Xander told his two best friends that everything was going to be fine as long as nothing really bad happened between now and Saturday. That night a black DeSoto crashed through the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign and trouble walked into Buffy's life.
The car belonged to Drusilla, a master vampire who was nearly two hundred years old. She's the most viscous creature the world had seen since Angelus. She had killed two slayers this century and was looking forward to killing number three. She knew there were two slayers in the world, but she chose Sunnydale for a specific reason. Her lover, Spike, an insane vampire who she loved with all of her unbeating heart, had been seriously injured in their recent stay in Prague. The only way to heal him included the Hell Mouth, his Sire's blood and the blood of a Slayer.
This story is about Drusilla and her lover. And how they changed the slayer's life forever. However, this story is not about the slayer's changes. No, they are about Drusilla's and her Spike's changes. Everyone else is a part of how they came to be who they are today.
*****
"Nice work, luv."
Buffy looked away from the vampire she had just dusted and up towards the entrance of the alley. A women no older than twenty stepped out of the shadows. She was dressed head to toe in black leather, but the thing Buffy noticed at once was the beautiful leather jacket she wore. "Who are you?" She asked her. Buffy could feel her vampire senses going off as the woman stared back at Buffy.
"You'll find out on Saturday." She said. Buffy could hear her Cockney accent clearly now.
"What happens on Saturday?" Buffy asked nervously.
The vampiress smiled. "I kill you." Buffy shook her head in amazement. When she looked back up, the woman was gone.
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" Buffy asked the empty alley.
*****
"Dru? That's what the other vampire called her?" Giles asked as he looked over a book. As soon as the vampire had left the alley, Buffy had grabbed Xander and Willow and they head straight for the library. If any one could figure out what was going on, Giles could.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, have you heard of her before?" She asked hopefully. 'Anything to get out of researching.'
"No." Giles admitted. "But she can't be any worse than any of the other creatures you've faced."
"She's worse." Angel commented entering the library. "When she starts something she won't stop until everything in her path is dead."
"Do you know her?" Willow asked confused.
Angel sighed. "I made her. She was my first childe."
Buffy stared open-mouthed at Angel. "You turned her?" Buffy asked wanting clarification
"Yes, in the late eighteen hundreds. She was one of two childer I made."
Giles looked at Angel wanting more information. "Who was the other one?" As soon as he asked the question, he regretted it, as he looked at the pained expression on Angel's face.
"William the Bloody. But last time I checked he was calling himself Spike." Angel laughed dryly.
"Why is that?" Xander wrinkled his nose. "That's not the most common name in the world. How'd he get that idea in his head?"
Angel laughed bitterly again. "The stars told him to." Upon looking at the blank faces in the room, Angel continued. "When Darla, Dru and I were traveling through London, we ran into a poet after a ball. He was a wreck. The love of his life had just rejected him. Dru fell in love with him at first sight. Said she loved the frailty he had. She knew that if she turned him, he would be loyal to her for eternity, but I wouldn't let her turn him quite yet.
"First we killed his love. And when he was sick with grief, we killed his mother. Then one by one we killed off all of his family and friends until there was no one left in his life. We drove him to insanity. He last living friend sent him to a monastery. And the day before he was to become a priest, I tortured and turned him.
"By the time I was done with my games, he was a wreck. He was completely insane. And now completely useless to us. Except for one thing, his visions. He sees things before they happen. But that wasn't enough to Darla she still wanted him dead. But Dru wouldn't let her. Even though Will was crazy, she took pity on him and fell in love with him. She took him as her mate and hasn't let him out of her sight since. She's been taking care of him for nearly a century and probably will still be taking care of him two centuries from now. He's the love of her unlife." Angel stopped speaking and slid into an empty chair. He ran his hands through his hair.
No one knew what to say to comfort Angel. What can you say? 'I'm sorry, you drove your childe insane?'
Angel suddenly stood up.
"Angel, maybe you should stay here-" Buffy began to suggest.
"No, I need to think." Angel pushed past Buffy and out of the library, oblivious to everyone's protests.
Buffy looked at Xander with a look that said 'told you so.
"What?" Xander asked confused.
Willow shook her head. "You had to say that nothing bad was going to happen, didn't you Xander?"
*****
Drusilla walked into the factory and past the chanting vampires. She walked past the Annoying One and into her room. She looked inside the room carefully before walking in.
"You shall not speak a lie, my daughter." She heard a masculine voice say. Sighing she threw her new plaything into a corner and walked over towards the voice.
Sitting in the center of the room at a table was a vampire with honey blonde curly hair spilling into his eyes. He was cradling a blonde doll in his arms. "Miss Edith. You were very bad today. You spoke out of turn." He threw the doll into a wall, miraculously not breaking it. "You shall be punished."
Drusilla sighed again. "William, my love, what are you doing?" She wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. "You're supposed to be resting you're ill, my love. Did you eat today?"
"I wasn't hungry." He said dismissing the topic. "I miss Prague." Spike spun around to face Drusilla. "You nearly died in Prague, idiot mob." Drusilla led Spike over to the bed. "But here, the hell mouth will restore you. Put color into your cheeks metaphorically speaking." She pushed Spike onto the bed and then climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
"And then the stars will align." He added.
"And then will this town burn."
"Such a pretty fire."
Drusilla rolled off Spike and lay next to him with her head on his chest.
"The Slayer will be no match for you, luv, I can see it." Spike told her gently stroking her hair. "But the boy, he doesn't trust you."
Drusilla groaned and sat up. "Spike."
"He plans very loudly in his mind. The stars saw and told me. He's going to kill you after you kill the nasty slayer."
"That's not going to happen, Spike."
"It is." Spike said feverishly. "I wonder one day if all my hair will fall out."
"Spike." Drusilla stood up and took his face in her hands. "Everything's going to be fine, baby, don't worry." She kissed him deeply.
"The purple sea knows not where it goes until the whales swim." He told her pulling away.
Drusilla smiled inwardly. 'So childlike and so beautiful.' She mused as she pulled him off the bed.
"I'll go chant with the others if it will make you feel better, Will, as long as you do me one favor." She stepped away from Spike and picked up the girl she had thrown in the corner earlier. "Eat something." She told him throwing the girl into his arms.
"Such pretty colors your soul makes." Spike told her. "It's sad you don't need it anymore." He said as he slipped into game face and slipped his fangs into her neck.
*****
Drusilla watched her love from the stairs. 'You'll be better soon, Spike my love. I told you Angelus would pay for what he did to you, and I always keep my word to you, my love. You will be sane soon, even if I have to kill every person and demon in this bloody world to save you from what sodding Angelus did to you. You are my prince, and I promised you the world. And God damn it, Will, you will have this world on a golden platter.'
Spike looked up at the stairs where Drusilla stood and smiled at her, dropping the body in the process. He slipped back into his human mask and walked over to Drusilla. She smiled and licked the blood off his chin. He kissed her softly on the lips.
"You're not going to chant are you? You're going to kill the Slayer. You're going to go kill her for me, aren't you?"
Drusilla smiled and leaned her forehead against Spike's. "You know me so well, baby. But not yet. Soon, my love. Soon, this town will be Slayer free and we'll have Angelus where we want him."
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