Decernere, Part Six: Anya
Author: Batdz Angel (0/)
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is just a way to honor them. And the song belongs to Yellowcard.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Spuffy. Mentions of Tara/Willow, Anya/Xander, Spike/Dru, Dru/Angel, and Angel/Buffy.
Summary: After Spike's death at the hands of Glory, Buffy, Angel, and their friends find themselves learning about vampires and slayers. And the reason an insane vampiress chose a quiet, shy poet for her Childe.
Season: Alternate Season Five ending/Season Six.
Author's Note: For some reason, Drusilla started talking when I was writing a completely different story. So, here's the result of a moment that was supposed to be a fluffy Spuffy ficlet but wound up being something else entirely.
She pauses to look at Xander, who is sitting on the couch, a frown on his features. Irritation fills her and she sighs, wandering into the dining room where Cordelia, Willow, and Tara have been researching. Giles is upstairs with Buffy, keeping watch over Angel, and Anya wonders if the entire group is to stupid to get it?
She pauses at the window and looks outside. The night is full, the moon shining down, and she knows she should feel surprise when she sees the dark shape swaying on the lawn but merely says, "Drusilla's outside." with all her one thousand years of existence.
There is chaos after that, Buffy running out the door, stake in hand, Xander yelling something she doesn't bother hearing, and she pauses at the doorway, watching as the Slayer and dark vampiress circle each other.
"My William is gone," the vampiress says with quiet sorrow and Buffy's eyes narrow in pain as Drusilla tilts her head, fingers trailing down her throat slightly as she purrs, "He was golden in the end, wasn't he Slayer? All growl-" she jerks her head. "And bite."
"What do you want Dru?" Buffy growls out and Drusilla laughs, a tinkling, bell-like sound that makes Anya smile, despite her knowledge of the insane creature.
"He wanted something glowing," she whispers dancing slowly. "Something glistening, you know. My William walked in worlds no one could imagine." She spins around, her hand clutching Buffy's throat, lifting her into the air. "Something effulgent."
Buffy struggles but Drusilla is too strong. The vampiress continues her monologue, even as Xander loads a crossbow. "He wanted you," she purrs, snapping her teeth together. "Just like I saw. Just like They said."
"Drusilla!"
Angel's voice has the vampiress cackling as she turns her self, Buffy dangling from her hand. "Hello Daddy," she says as if the woman in her hand isn't slowly turning blue. "Have you come to watch the King's Parade?"
"But Buffy down," Angel orders as he leans heavily against Cordy. He is deathly pale, even more than usual and Anya realizes what is going on...
"It's a blood spell, isn't it?" she calls and Drusilla giggles in delight, dropping Buffy to the ground. "I knew you'd see it," she cries with a clap of her hands. "Blood of the Sire and the Slayer, freely given! Goddess can't keep my Knight from ashes, no!"
"What the hell is going on?" Xander demands and Anya sighs, reminded once more of how utterly ignorant he is. She looks at Buffy, who is getting to her feet with murder in her eyes, and says, "Spike's not totally dead."
And then Dru begins to laugh, even as the Slayer pales and crumbles in a heap, even as Angel lets out a growl, as Xander lets out a "WHAT?", and Anya rubs her temples in irritation.
She really hated being an ex-demon sometimes.
End Part Six