"Poor Xander." Mischief giggled
Mayhem grinned, her blue eyes twinkling, "Yes, the poor dear had to eat a bug."
"I thought the old git had gotten over making his 'minions' eat bugs. I mean it is quite stupid and gross." Mischief snorted her nose crinkling slightly.
"I quite agree." Mayhem said, "Though I have to admit seeing him call Dracula a master…Bator was funny."
Mischief laughed, "I think that's the first time I've heard anyone cal the 'Great Dracula' something like that."
Mayhem frowned as a thought occurred to her, "Did you see Riley threaten to kill Spike. I mean all over finding Dracula."
Mischief scowled, "Yes, I nearly tore of his family jewels right there and then. How dare he do that to my greatest project it's my job to mess with Spike's unlife not his."
Mayhem shook her head at Mischief's outrage already knowing where this was heading, "What are you going to do to soldier boy?"
Mischief thought for a moment, "I'll have to think for a bit to come up with I fitting punishment."
Mayhem sighed, "You always were one to punish those who messed with your projects. Though I still think you should have gone a bit easier on Angelus. He was quite boring for eighty YEARS."
Mischief grinned, "Yeah then he met Whistler. The neutral demon…"
"What a laughed he was into causing as much chaos as us some days." Mayhem laughed
"Though I have to admit he kept things interesting on both sides…" Mischief giggled.
"Yes, of course he did, I employed him didn't I?" Mayhem said smiling.
"Yes, you did May." Mischief said grinning, "We are getting off track you know."
"Yes, yes I know how you love to talk about the latest mess."
"Of course. Did you Dracula in Buffy's room? He might I well said I 'vant to suck your 'vlood." Mischief said doing a bad impression of Dracula, "At least we wouldn't have to hear about the dramatics of slayers being a part of the night. I mean puh..lease."
Mayhem shook her head, "Dracula is a poof. He has always been a poof. He will always be a poof. Who was it that changed him?"
"Dust hopefully." Mischief snorted, "I was quite sure Buffy would have hated his blood."
"I must agree. It is powerful, but the nastiest tasting stuff around. I was proud of her for killing him…well sort of any way." Mayhem said her nose crinkling in disgust.
"Yeah, when do you think their going to figure out how to kill him for good?" Mischief asked glance at the mirror where Dracula was sipping a glass of red wine.
"I don't know, but I hope it's no time soon. He's worth his weight in entertainment value." Mayhem said laughing
"Even if he is a poncy ol' git." Mischief said grinning, "And he still hasn't paid Spike back."
"It's a lost cause, hon." Mayhem said clearing the mirror with her hand.
Mischief sighed and giggled, "I've just thought of something."
Mayhem grinned evilly, "Yes?"
Mischief's eyes twinkled, "I think Spike needs to realize that he's in love…"
Mayhem eyed her, "You wouldn't…scratch that you would. What are you going to do?"
"Well the dream maker owes me a favor and Spike needs a dream…a special dream."
Mayhem grinned, "This should be fun."
Mischief pouted mockingly, "Poor Buffy. I wonder how long it'll take her to figure out she has another vampire loving her?"
"Well you better hurry and convince the dream maker to make it. You know how long it takes him to make dreams."
Mischief grinned already fading out of view, "You would think he'd get an assistant."
~The end for Mischief and Mayhem's meddling for now…~
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