Decernere, Part Seven: Xander
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.
The vampiress was staring at him.
Xander isn't sure if he should ask her questions or just stare back. What exactly do you say to a vampire who was driven insane before being turned? How's the insanity going? He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, crossbow in hand. Dawn sits beside him, legs curled beneath her and as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, Drusilla speaks.
"Pretty green girl," she purrs focusing her dark eyes on the youngest Summers. "Watcher thinks you're all golden but you're blue too."
"What do you mean?" Dawn asks and Xander snaps, nervously, "Dawn, stop talking to the crazy lady."
"Heart of the team," Dru retorts with a cackle. "Thinks he knows. Thinks he sees. But you know nothing Alexander. Absolutely nothing."
His hands tremble and he forces himself to not look at Spike's crazy ex-girlfriend and tries to think of other things. He looks at Drusilla, trying to see whatever it was that had Spike stay with her for a century. The vampiress hums as she cradles Miss Edith, slender fingers tracing a line across the doll's face. He can't see anything remotely beautiful about her but ever since Buffy killed a human, nothing makes any sense.
Angel enters, Buffy and Anya following. Giles appears with Willow after a few seconds and Tara silently enters the room, ignoring Willow's offer to sit by her. She sits beside Drusilla, the only other empty seat and Drusilla delicately sniffs the air, stating, "I smell roses Daddy. Roses and smoke and sunshine. My Spike liked this one..."
The others look uncomfortable but Tara merely smiles at the vampiress. "I liked Spike too," she murmurs and Drusilla looks at her with delight, holding out the doll. "Miss Edith," she says primly. "Would like to sit with you, she says. Says you'll take care of her quite well."
"I'd like to hold her," Tara replies and Xander makes a face as she gently cradles the doll. Dru smiles brightly and says, "Daddy got her in Paris. Remember Daddy?"
"Yes, I remember," Angel replies wearily and Dru's face darkens as she says, "No, you don't Daddy. Don't lie to me my Angel." She giggles, adding, "Lying is for sinners, remembers?"
"All right," Anya speaks up and Xander frowns at his fiancé as she says, "We can do the ritual now or tomorrow. I don't really care."
"Tonight, while the moon is full," Drusilla sings. "My William will glow and gleam and glitter..." She giggles again. "And remember, glowing girl of green. You're his too."
"What-?" Buffy begins but Dawn cuts her off, saying, "She's talking to me. Don't worry about it."
"You're actually doing it?" Xander sputters indignant. "You're bringing the blood sucker back to life?"
"Shut up Xander," Anya says and he glares at her. Seeing his expression, she rolls her eyes and says, "You don't get it Xander. Just leave if you're going to be difficult."
"Fine!" Xander gets to his feet and storms out, Dru cackling as she says, "Heart knows but doesn't want to know." She purrs happily, saying, "I promised didn't I, my William? Mummy will make it all better."
End Part Seven