Decernere, Part Eight: Cordelia

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. Angel is supposed to be during the time after Pylea but I got impatient and really, really wanted Connor mentioned so let's pretend that Pylean stuff happened earlier, k? .

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 thought Drusilla was hysterical.

Not a big fan of Buffy and her crew, Cordelia felt immense amusement at the way Drusilla charmed Willow's girlfriend, Dawn, and even Anya. Buffy, and Giles were all amused at the way the insane vampiress chattered to herself. Cordelia slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen, picking up the phone.

Angel appears behind her, saying, "Calling home?" and she nods, dialing the number of the hotel. Lorne answers and Cordelia asks how Connor is doing, Angel demanding to talk to him but after a few moments, Cordy smiles and says as she hangs up, "They're fine. Lorne says that Connor misses his Daddy very much. Apparently, your kid's a big fan of show tunes."

Angel sulks and mumbles, "I wish we'd brought him."

"And exposed him to this?" Cordy arches a brow as Drusilla appears in the kitchen with Tara, who is holding onto Miss Edith carefully. "Sure Angel. That would've been a fab idea."

"Little brother is content," Drusilla murmurs as she examines the ceiling, swaying slowly. "He is loved and coddled and protected. Tastes like cotton candy."

Angel winces and says, "He's not your brother Dru."

"Oh but he is, my Angel," She giggles. "Look at the stars. They shine. Don't they shine, Tara Bell?"

Tara smiles at the vampiress, saying, "Yes. They shine."

Cordy watches silently as the vampiress purrs, rolling her neck on her shoulders to peer at her. "You're his Mummy," she says. "Little brother will know love and joy. You're to be his Mummy because Grandmum and daughter couldn't do the job."

"Huh?" Cordy looks at Angel, who shrugs. "Spike," he looks pained. "Was the one who could decipher her rambling. I didn't have the patience."

"Ashes, ashes," Dru growls to the air. "Not tomorrow. Tonight, tonight."

"What?"

The call from the living room has Angel disappearing in a flash and Cordy comes up behind him to see Willow glaring at Anya who merely continues to light candles. The ex demon looks up as Tara enters and says, "Oh, good. You're here. We can do this."

"Pardon?" Tara says confusion written on her face and Drusilla giggles as she whispers, "Tara Bell must do the spell. Red is too dark for it."

Willow's glare turns murderous but Tara frowns, saying, "I have to do the spell? Why?"

"Because," Anya says in a way Cordelia is starting to enjoy. "You're pure. You're connected to the earth. We just need to wait for Buffy. She went to get Spike's ashes."

"He'll glitter, she'll glow," Drusilla muses as they settle down to wait. "And he'll keep his promise to us all." She laughs. "I'll be able to sing with the angel's Daddy. Lied about that too."

End Part Eight