Title: Dancing by Moonlight
Disclaimer: I'm NOT Joss! Do I look like Joss to you?! (If you answer yes, you're in big trouble lol)
Rating: PG
Summary: Drusilla reminisces about the old days…
"OoOoOo! William, I want her, give her to me please?" She peered through the window of the doll shoppe and tapped her finger on the thin glass, pointing to a small porcelain doll in a pink satin dress. "That one, ooh I must have her! Please? Can I?"
He glanced at the doll she was pleading for. "You want it, you got it luv," he answered, quickly strolling into the shoppe and smiling at the clerk. William had the shopkeeper pulled over the counter and drained before the poor old man could ask if his assistance was needed. Devamping, Spike shuffled over to the display window and picked up the doll Drusilla was eying. Dru clapped her hands and grinned, so he came out of the shoppe and carefully placed the fragile toy in his queen's awaiting arms.
"William, she's perfect!" she squealed with delight and smoothed the tiny satin dress. The vampiress flashed a wicked grin and, cradling the porcelain doll in one hand, took her lover by the arm. "Come mah sweet. Let us see what Daddy and Grandmummy are up to," she giggled insanely as the pair pranced down the street.
Drusilla danced alongside William, frequently biting inches away from his ear, up until the point when they reached their fellow pair of vampires. Dru presented a low, elegant curtsey, then kissed each side of Darla's cheeks. "Hello Grandmummy."
"Dru for the last time, stop calling me Grandmummy! It makes me sound old," Darla grumbled.
"Ah, but you are old Darla," Angelus replied as he licked the corner of his lips for any remaining blood. Darla glared daggers at him and folded her arms across her chest. Dru giggled.
"C'mon now darlin', let's get you a nice baby for you to eat. 'Twill take your mind off your age," Angelus flashed a wicked grin and grabbed the blonde vampire by the waist.
The blonde vampiress couldn't help but smile. "You know just how to please a woman, Angelus." Capturing his face in her hands, their lips locked in a heated kiss.
Spike smirked slightly, pulling his own lover closer to himself. "Well, let's go before the bloody sun comes up!"
The four strolled down the empty streets of London, mist licking at their ankles, to find their next unlucky meal.
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Drusilla sighed, smoothing the lace on Miss Edith's pink satin dress as she remembered an all-too-fond memory of her Dark Prince gracing her with her most prized possession.
"Yes, yes, my prince is gone. No more darkness; sunshine rules the dark corners now."
A few of her minions glanced at each other, exchanging odd looks. But not one of them spoke a word; they knew better than to question the Dark Queen's riddles. She was insane, of course, but she cold be wicked; even the most brute of vampires could be broken under her torture.
Glancing at her servants, she waved her hand in an ordering manner and spoke softly, "Go find me something to eat. I'm feeling peckish…"
Two of the vampires nodded, stepping out of line and towards the entrance of the furnished cave to find a nice ripe girl—or boy, whichever they came across first—for their master.
Dru turned her attention back toward her beloved doll, now tying a handkerchief noose around her porcelain neck, "Do not worry, mah sweet. My William will come back to me, and when he does, we will once again dance in the moonlight."