Title: Coming Home... Kinda
Feedback: I'm still very unsure about the continuation of this story, so I'd really appreciate if you wouldn't mind reviewing and telling me what you think and if I should continue.
Note: I got the idea late last night and have been writing and editing since then. How do you spell Dru's full name? I tried to spell it and it looked really wrong, so I just used her nickname. But anyway thank-you for all the reviews.
Told in: First person POV (Dawn's)
We arrive at an older rundown building about fifteen minuets later. We both were mute on the way here. It's a very simple, small building. Probably used to be used for some sort of manufacturing. She leads me through to about the middle where a lone chair awaits me. I know it's for me, I don't know how but I know. I glance over to her and the need to sit down there is greatly increased. So I sit, all the while staring into her eyes. Who is she? Why am I letting myself stay with her? Her face is expressionless but she seems to have childlike innocence. Although all my instincts are shouting that she's done horrible things, things that I can't even imagine I stay. We both look at each other without any movement for about an hour. I finally can't help but break our silence, "What are you?" I know that she's something... not human in any case. I've fallen for the 'human' trick far too many times to be fooled yet again.
"I am what you wish me to be," she replies. I think she's nuts. What's that supposed to mean? I want to walk away right then but my body says no, so I sit and listen. "You're here for him... cares too much for you... cares too much... too, too much." I wait for her to explain but she doesn't.
"For who?" I ask. Is she mistaken? I don't know her... so how's she connected to me? She looks upwards and as if sensing something darts to my left side.
"Do you smell the sunrise? It stinks of justice. Of smiles and candy drops. Oh dear, dear girl you don't understand. You can't put the puzzle to equal the end. You can't see through your eyes to what is hidden... dear, dear girl. He'll find you. I know I'm hoping he'll find you. He will, he will. Don't you believe me?" Her voice escalated as if begging me to help her see clearly.
She's a vampire isn't she? The sunrise gave it away... but how come she seems to have this power over me? The master... his name races to the front of my mind, didn't he have some sort of power? I think so; Buffy said something briefly to me about being especially careful around vampires that seemed, 'mysterious.' Like I could have helped it. The vampire's rambles only confused me further. I ignored her question and asked my own yet again, "Who?"
"Both but mostly mine. You see I had to get out, afraid I'd be changed. Wrecked. But I shouldn't 'ave. If I'd stayed I could have helped daughter, father and son. But now I'm too late... too late. They destroyed me heart... now they can suffer. Too bad daughter had to leave so suddenly never got 'er punishment. And she needed to be punished," She laughed a wicked laugh, all the while grinning. I sat still getting more confused. She must have mistaken me for someone else. How could I help her to punish anyone?
"Who are you," I stutter out. Maybe I can explain to her who I am really, if I find out who she is. Her grin fades as if her light has been blown out, and it's my fault. I should have stayed quiet.
"So they wouldn't tell you about me, would they? Thought I was gone? Thought I'd leave well enough alone," her tones harsh as she laughs. "So silly of 'em, their loss, my gain. One an' only Dru at your attention." She moved behind me, out of view. I heard a scrunching as she apparently picked something up. "Just in case," Dru cackled as she walked around me. Carrying a rope. As if dancing she strutted around me, binding me to my seat. I thought she seemed familiar. I'd never seen her dead on, but I'd seen her once at the house on Valentines Day, so very, very long ago. She and every other female had fallen desperately in love with Xander. I remember her standing outside the house. She was so destroyed then, as she was now.
After sufficient binding she knotted the end with incredible strength. She looked so innocent, but she was the opposite. I never thought she would be so strong, but what had I expected from a vampire, Dru to be more precise. I'd heard a few things about her. She used to date Spike, dumped him for a loser and came back for him later. She was connected to Spike... yes; yes she was his sire, her son. Angel was Dru's sire, her father. But who was her daughter? Dru continued whatever she had started. Creeping behind me she seemingly grabbed another object and twirled till she faced me. In her hands was silver duck tape. For some reason it terrified me. She pulled the tape back, it screeched in my ears. Taking the tape to her mouth, she bit into the side, then grasped it violently and ripped. The tape split and she dropped the roll. Dru walked towards me and gently but firmly applied the tape to my mouth. I couldn't struggle. I wanted to struggle.
Dru stepped back and examined her work. Satisfied she ambled over to somewhere behind me. She stood completely still waiting. I wondered how long it would be.
Hours later, I awoke to nothing, nothing at all. Dru was no longer behind me, I could tell. She called attention to herself when she was around and that certainly wasn't happening. I tried to move, to get up. But it was useless. I was bound too tightly. I tried to scream, to make my presence known, but obviously that was a waste of time. So I sat, where I was, waiting for when Dru would come back to me. Where had she gone? It had to be around 2:00 in the afternoon. It seemed about then. I could almost feel the warmth of the sun. Dru might have power but she still couldn't go out in the sun.
Sitting for hours is awful; I mean think about it. It's boring for one thing, all you can do is wait, and wait for something that you don't want to happen while knowing that you can't do anything about it. Very frustrating. I wanted to see Buffy. I wanted her to come, to rescue me. But no, no she had to be in Rome with everyone she'd ever known. Without me, leaving me to face what she couldn't.
Sure there were people here that could help me... like Spike and Angel. That's what Dru wanted. So I'm thinking that when the evil thing wants something it won't turn out good. Just experience with things like that tells me so. Then again I was trapped. No one had heard from me since late last night. I had hung up on Spike, and if he is who I remember, he'll look for me. But how do I know who he is anymore. No, Spike would look for me, if anything he told Buffy that he'd watch out for me till his dying day. The literal kind not the gone for a while and now I'm all better kind.
What was dad thinking? He's underage daughter takes off the first day with him. I would be pissed. Then he deserves it. He's caused more worry to Buffy and me than I could've caused him. So he'll just have to wait. What if he calls Buffy? What if she comes to see if I'm all right? No, dad wouldn't call her so soon... would he? No! That's my final answer, no. So I wait some more, bored to tears and wishing to be anywhere but here, within reason. I struggle some more, causing more boredom and now a new sense of pathetic-ness. Hours pass like years, waiting, waiting for something awful to happen...
I fear a creaking from my side and strain my head to look. It's too far off though and I have to return to my original state before finding out who or what is there. Whatever it is walks quickly. Their steps sound throughout the empty room, well empty except for me. Then the being appears in front of me, Dru. I guess I knew it was her long before I'd seen her. She stares at my helpless state for a few seconds before speaking, "Couldn't do nothing but wait, good girl. Very good girl. Brought you a gift," I wonder what she's talking about. She is crazy though; maybe she's talking metaphorical. She continues, "They tried to do it to me. Didn't work as you see," she looks down at herself. Now this can't be good, 'they' tried to do something to her? Most likely to kill her... and she's still her? I think that's what she means.
I murmur under the tape. Trying to ask something to at least delay her. But she doesn't seem to notice as she moves again behind me. There must be a lot of things back there; she was ready for me. How did she know? There really is something different about her. I hear a splashing behind as she lets something hit the ground. What is it? I can only smell it. And If I'm correct, and I know I am, it's gas. I look ahead of me when she strides in front of me. Yes, it's gas. I see the can in her hand as she continues to splash the contents onto the ground. Then gripping the handle Dru violently aims towards the walls. Dru apparently finished; returns the can to it's spot. Then speaks again, "Sad, really. They took too long. Too long."
I desperately grip the arms of the chair knowing that I'm doomed. I hear her footsteps walk towards the door I know is waiting for my escape. Then Dru's laughs echo throughout my ears, the last sounds I'll ever hear. I know what she's going to do. A perfect scrape is heard and I know it was lighted immediately. One sudden ping ignites the ground around me. She didn't want the fire to kill me... only the heat. I try to scream but the attempt is worthless, the door is opened and finally closed. I am alone, about to die and no one can save me.
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