Angel walked through the streets of Sunnydale brooding. 'Why now? Why do
they have to come back now when I've finally come to terms with the fact
that what I did in the past is in the past. Now I realize how wrong I
was.' Angel walked into the park. 'Why are there voices in the park at
two in the morning?'
"Do you like daisies?" a voice wafted through the park. The little girl who had been swinging got off the swing and walked towards the voice. "Mommy?" she asked hopefully.
"No, I'm not your mummy." Spike said kneeling down to look at the little girl. "I'm Spike. What's your name?"
"Madison." She said shyly. "Have you seen my mommy?"
Spike shook his head. "No, but I saw the unicorn."
"There's a unicorn?" the little girl asked excitedly.
Spike smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yes, she is such a pretty unicorn. Her colors whoosh together."
"Will you take me to see her?" Madison asked placing her hand in his. Spike nodded and began to walk further into the park with her.
Angel watched as Spike and the little girl walked further into the park. 'Damn it, Spike.' He took off after them.
"Spike, get away from her." He said pulling the little girl away from Spike. "Your mom is over there." Angel pointed to a lit window hoping that whoever lived in that house would keep the little girl safe. Madison began to run towards the light. She turned around, and blew Spike a kiss. "You'll show me the unicorn next time, won't you?" Spike nodded and she ran off.
Angel turned to face Spike. "What the hell did you think you were doing Spike?"
"Daddy, is that you?" Spike ran his hand over Angel's face. "Or is it the Angel-beast."
Angel grabbed Spike's hand away from his face. "Spike what were you doing?" he growled.
"I was going to show Madison the unicorn." Spike pulled his hand away from Angel's and began twirling around. "The stars say you've been naughty." He sing-songed.
"Spike!" Angel yelled grabbing Spike by the shoulders and turning him around. "Where is Dru? What is she planning?"
"Miss Edith says I shall not tell you. She says you have been bad. You reek of the yucky slayer. I can smell her all over you. You love the bad slayer, don't you, Daddy?" Spike looked at Angel with his childlike gaze.
"Spike." Angel said despairingly as he pushed the younger vampire away.
"Spike?" Drusilla called stepping out of the trees. Seeing him talking to Angel she ran over quickly. "Spike, baby, what's going on?" she asked wrapping her arms around Spike's waist. "Peaches." She addressed Angel.
"Drusilla." He replied.
"Get away from him, Angel." Drusilla ground out. Angel looked at her shocked. "You can't stop me, Angel. No matter how hard you try. But trying to get at me through Spike was just bloody low."
"Dru, I didn't-"
"Miss Edith told me you needed to talk to me." Spike told Angel dreamily but the older vampires ignored him.
"Imagine my surprise when I returned from hunting and found Spike gone. Whom else would he have gone to?" Drusilla growled slipping into game face. Angel took a step backwards.
"Dru I-"
"May we go home now? Miss Edith is tired and Daddy's no fun any more. He didn't even hurt me. Not even a little bit." Spike pouted interrupting their conversation.
"Of course, baby." Drusilla turned away from Angel and walked off with Spike. "This isn't the last time you'll see me, Angelus." She promised.
Angel stared after his two childer. He turned his head at a rustling in the trees and looked to see Buffy.
"Who was that?" She asked almost accusingly.
"That was Drusilla and Spike." Angel said looking at her.
"Oh." She said looking at her feet.
"Buffy, don't try to say anything." He looked at her. "You should be getting ready for Saturday. Drusilla's tough. And I doubt she'll wait until Saturday. Especially now that Spike was out. She'll want to kill you right away, so she won't have to worry about Spike getting away from the minions again."
*****
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Drusilla pushed the minion up against the wall. She wrapped her right hand around his neck and pushed up further up the wall. "How could you let him leave? I gave you strict orders to make sure he did not leave the grounds!" She threw him to the ground and turned to the Anointed One.
"This is how your minions behave? No wonder the Master died. Or maybe they just don't trust you." She growled at him. Suddenly her thinking changed. "Or maybe Will's right and you're trying to drive me out of Sunnyhell. Well, that's not going to happen." Before anyone could stop her, she grabbed the Anointed One by the neck and threw him into a nearby cage. Before anyone, including the Anointed One, could react, she grabbed the chain suspending the cage in the air and pulled on the chain, sending the cage into the first rays of morning sunlight. The minions looked up in surprise as dust began to rain from the ceiling like snow.
"Now, we're going to have a little less ritual around here and a little more fun. Starting tonight. Who says we need St. Vigeous to attack the slayer? I say we attack tonight." She turned to the minions. "Well, what are you doing standing around? Go prepare for tonight!" She turned on her heal leaving half a dozen baffled minions in her wake.
*****
"Edith, you were my favorite sister. Did you know that? Mother did. She always knew. I loved how you looked up to me. So trusting. So trusting. Now you dance with the stars. I see you up there smiling at me. But you never come down to see me. Don't you miss me? I miss you, my favorite sister." Spike looked at the doll sitting on the table in front of him, and turned away. "You were so pretty. But when you died you were still pretty. Only then it was pretty red blood framing your head like a halo."
Drusilla stood in the doorway again watching Spike talk to the doll. 'He had found it in Vienna decades ago. Said it looked like his youngest sister, Edith. He stole it right out of a little girl's arms convinced that it really was his sister. He began talking to it not long after that. He loved the doll because to him it was his sister. I still don't have the heart to tell him that it's not his sister and that she's really dead. That she's been dead for over a hundred years. But I don't have the heart to do that quite yet.'
Spike spun around sensing Drusilla. "Dru? What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Nothing my love." She took his hands in hers. "Just wanted to see how you were."
Spike sniffed the air. "The stars say you killed the boy."
Drusilla smiled. "That I did, my sweet love. You were right. He was rotten wasn't he?"
Spike kissed her. "You killed her for your prince. You killed him for me?" He asked childishly.
"I did, luv, and I would again."
"Good." Spike smiled. "The stars speak of the light. It is in the dark. Oh, the terror. The horror." Spike dropped to his knees and clutched his head. "All the horrible horrible good that is coming."
"Spike?" Drusilla asked in horror. "Everything is going to be okay, baby." Drusilla lifted him up and laid him on the bed. "Everything is going to be fine."
"No." Spike muttered painfully as he touched Drusilla's side and held up his hand. "No it's not."
Drusilla looked at her lover's blood stained hand, and then down at her stomach. "Oh." She said as she crumpled to the floor. "NO!" Spike screamed alerting the rest of the factory's inhabitants. Who quickly ran into Spike and Drusilla's room. He looked at them wide-eyed. "You cannot let my princess die!" The minions nodded and picked up Drusilla, laying her next to Spike and calling the resident healer of the minions to mend Drusilla.
From the shadows, a girl watched the exchange. "That didn't go according to plan." She said as she jumped down from the high window and out of the factory. "Now, where is the watcher that's supposed to be in this town?"
*****
"Do you like daisies?" a voice wafted through the park. The little girl who had been swinging got off the swing and walked towards the voice. "Mommy?" she asked hopefully.
"No, I'm not your mummy." Spike said kneeling down to look at the little girl. "I'm Spike. What's your name?"
"Madison." She said shyly. "Have you seen my mommy?"
Spike shook his head. "No, but I saw the unicorn."
"There's a unicorn?" the little girl asked excitedly.
Spike smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yes, she is such a pretty unicorn. Her colors whoosh together."
"Will you take me to see her?" Madison asked placing her hand in his. Spike nodded and began to walk further into the park with her.
Angel watched as Spike and the little girl walked further into the park. 'Damn it, Spike.' He took off after them.
"Spike, get away from her." He said pulling the little girl away from Spike. "Your mom is over there." Angel pointed to a lit window hoping that whoever lived in that house would keep the little girl safe. Madison began to run towards the light. She turned around, and blew Spike a kiss. "You'll show me the unicorn next time, won't you?" Spike nodded and she ran off.
Angel turned to face Spike. "What the hell did you think you were doing Spike?"
"Daddy, is that you?" Spike ran his hand over Angel's face. "Or is it the Angel-beast."
Angel grabbed Spike's hand away from his face. "Spike what were you doing?" he growled.
"I was going to show Madison the unicorn." Spike pulled his hand away from Angel's and began twirling around. "The stars say you've been naughty." He sing-songed.
"Spike!" Angel yelled grabbing Spike by the shoulders and turning him around. "Where is Dru? What is she planning?"
"Miss Edith says I shall not tell you. She says you have been bad. You reek of the yucky slayer. I can smell her all over you. You love the bad slayer, don't you, Daddy?" Spike looked at Angel with his childlike gaze.
"Spike." Angel said despairingly as he pushed the younger vampire away.
"Spike?" Drusilla called stepping out of the trees. Seeing him talking to Angel she ran over quickly. "Spike, baby, what's going on?" she asked wrapping her arms around Spike's waist. "Peaches." She addressed Angel.
"Drusilla." He replied.
"Get away from him, Angel." Drusilla ground out. Angel looked at her shocked. "You can't stop me, Angel. No matter how hard you try. But trying to get at me through Spike was just bloody low."
"Dru, I didn't-"
"Miss Edith told me you needed to talk to me." Spike told Angel dreamily but the older vampires ignored him.
"Imagine my surprise when I returned from hunting and found Spike gone. Whom else would he have gone to?" Drusilla growled slipping into game face. Angel took a step backwards.
"Dru I-"
"May we go home now? Miss Edith is tired and Daddy's no fun any more. He didn't even hurt me. Not even a little bit." Spike pouted interrupting their conversation.
"Of course, baby." Drusilla turned away from Angel and walked off with Spike. "This isn't the last time you'll see me, Angelus." She promised.
Angel stared after his two childer. He turned his head at a rustling in the trees and looked to see Buffy.
"Who was that?" She asked almost accusingly.
"That was Drusilla and Spike." Angel said looking at her.
"Oh." She said looking at her feet.
"Buffy, don't try to say anything." He looked at her. "You should be getting ready for Saturday. Drusilla's tough. And I doubt she'll wait until Saturday. Especially now that Spike was out. She'll want to kill you right away, so she won't have to worry about Spike getting away from the minions again."
*****
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Drusilla pushed the minion up against the wall. She wrapped her right hand around his neck and pushed up further up the wall. "How could you let him leave? I gave you strict orders to make sure he did not leave the grounds!" She threw him to the ground and turned to the Anointed One.
"This is how your minions behave? No wonder the Master died. Or maybe they just don't trust you." She growled at him. Suddenly her thinking changed. "Or maybe Will's right and you're trying to drive me out of Sunnyhell. Well, that's not going to happen." Before anyone could stop her, she grabbed the Anointed One by the neck and threw him into a nearby cage. Before anyone, including the Anointed One, could react, she grabbed the chain suspending the cage in the air and pulled on the chain, sending the cage into the first rays of morning sunlight. The minions looked up in surprise as dust began to rain from the ceiling like snow.
"Now, we're going to have a little less ritual around here and a little more fun. Starting tonight. Who says we need St. Vigeous to attack the slayer? I say we attack tonight." She turned to the minions. "Well, what are you doing standing around? Go prepare for tonight!" She turned on her heal leaving half a dozen baffled minions in her wake.
*****
"Edith, you were my favorite sister. Did you know that? Mother did. She always knew. I loved how you looked up to me. So trusting. So trusting. Now you dance with the stars. I see you up there smiling at me. But you never come down to see me. Don't you miss me? I miss you, my favorite sister." Spike looked at the doll sitting on the table in front of him, and turned away. "You were so pretty. But when you died you were still pretty. Only then it was pretty red blood framing your head like a halo."
Drusilla stood in the doorway again watching Spike talk to the doll. 'He had found it in Vienna decades ago. Said it looked like his youngest sister, Edith. He stole it right out of a little girl's arms convinced that it really was his sister. He began talking to it not long after that. He loved the doll because to him it was his sister. I still don't have the heart to tell him that it's not his sister and that she's really dead. That she's been dead for over a hundred years. But I don't have the heart to do that quite yet.'
Spike spun around sensing Drusilla. "Dru? What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Nothing my love." She took his hands in hers. "Just wanted to see how you were."
Spike sniffed the air. "The stars say you killed the boy."
Drusilla smiled. "That I did, my sweet love. You were right. He was rotten wasn't he?"
Spike kissed her. "You killed her for your prince. You killed him for me?" He asked childishly.
"I did, luv, and I would again."
"Good." Spike smiled. "The stars speak of the light. It is in the dark. Oh, the terror. The horror." Spike dropped to his knees and clutched his head. "All the horrible horrible good that is coming."
"Spike?" Drusilla asked in horror. "Everything is going to be okay, baby." Drusilla lifted him up and laid him on the bed. "Everything is going to be fine."
"No." Spike muttered painfully as he touched Drusilla's side and held up his hand. "No it's not."
Drusilla looked at her lover's blood stained hand, and then down at her stomach. "Oh." She said as she crumpled to the floor. "NO!" Spike screamed alerting the rest of the factory's inhabitants. Who quickly ran into Spike and Drusilla's room. He looked at them wide-eyed. "You cannot let my princess die!" The minions nodded and picked up Drusilla, laying her next to Spike and calling the resident healer of the minions to mend Drusilla.
From the shadows, a girl watched the exchange. "That didn't go according to plan." She said as she jumped down from the high window and out of the factory. "Now, where is the watcher that's supposed to be in this town?"
*****