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Chapter 10
Spike sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. He needed Angel to cure Drusilla. He was pretty sure that the brooding pillock wasn't going to just come along and give them what they needed. Buffy wasn't going to like it either.
Dru was lying on a table moanng at the cieling. "I need my bad daddy!" She whimpered.
"I know you do, luv." He muttered. "I just need to figure out how to do it without getting us all killed."
Of course he didn't care what happened to the poof; but Buffy did, and therein lay his problem. He could let Dru die, he supposed...
She moaned louder from across the room.
No, scratch that. She had been his princess for a hundred years. He couldn't allow her to die when he could save her.
Suddenly, a bunch of his minions crashed into the room, dragging a weak looking Angel. He stood up.
"Willy came through." One of them said proudly.
He sighed. He'd told them to tell WIlly what he was after. He hadn't expected the little bullocks to actually get Angel. He must have had some outside help.
"Just leave him there." Spike said, pointing to a chair.
They did as he said and then he ordered them out. After a small amount of protest, they left.
Drusilla was up on one elbow, grinning gleefully at Angel.
Spike glanced at her and then walked over to Angel. "What happened to you?"
"Why do you care?" Spat Angel angrily.
"I don't. But Buffy's going to, and I don't fancy getting staked."
Angel looked at him in suspicion.
"Look, tell me, don't tell me, I don't really care. But I need your help. Dru needs your help. If you help her, then we're gone, I promise." Spikes' chest clenched, making that promise. He'd have to keep it.
Angel still looked wary. "What to I have to do?"
"She needs your essence, or some of it anyway. I'm not gonna lie, It'll hurt."
"And you'll go? Both of you?"
"Yes."
"I'll do it then."
Angel was only helping them so that Spike would leave. He sensed that Buffy had feelings for the bleach blonde vampire and he wanted the threat gone.
At the library, Buffy was listening to Kendra and Giles talk. She was still in denial. Soon though, it was sure that Kendra was really a slayer.
Then things got ugly when Kendra revealed that she had done something to Angel. The two slayers went to free him and found him gone. They threatned Willy until he told them what was going on.
Buffy was crushed when she heard that it was Spike who had Angel. Had he been lying to her this whole time?
She numbly got the scoobies together and they went to rescue Angel with a reluctant Kendra tagging along.
When they burst into the old church where the ritual had to be done, they found Angel and Drusilla sitting together in pain. thier hands joined by a wicked dagger.
"Angel!" Buffy said.
"Relax." He bit off.
Buffy would have been offended by his tone if she hadn't known he was in a lot of pain.
"It's allright slayer." She turned to see Spike. He turned away from her and adressed Angel. "You should take it out now. It'll kiil you if you leave it too long."
Angel wrenched the dagger out of thier hands and moved away from Drusilla.
She sat for what seemed like forever in her own little world, touching the wound in her hand off and on. They watched her and suddenly she shot up from her position on the floor.
Her game face was on and she sneered at the collected party; but mostly at Buffy.
"Little slayer thinks she's going to take my bad daddy away. But she's going to set him free!" She cackled.
Spike watched her warily, hoping that she wasn't going to do something to get herself dusted. She turned to him, and he flinched at the look on her face. But as he found himself looking into her eyes something was wrong, no something was right.
Drusilla had been biding her time. She knew how Spike loved the little slayer. But she had something he didn't. Thrall. She had never tried to use it on him before; but she was going to now.
Thralling another vampire was hard. It was rarely done; but she was good at it. She'd done it before. "Yes, my Spike. Come back." She whispered.
Spikes' face settled into a hard mask. He lunged at the slayers group angrily and his minions, hearing the scuffle, came in and launched into the fight.
Angel knew what was happening; but he didn't care. Drusilla had given him the opportunity to kill Spike. It wouldn't be guilt free; but at least the blonde menace would be gone.
Drusilla saw what he was about and grabbed Spike, intending to get out, leaving the minions to fight the scoobies.
Unfortunately, as they ran, Buffy grabbed the censer from the altar and threw it at Drusillas' retreating form. It hit her in the back of the head, and knocked her down. She drug Spike with her and the both of them crashed into the organ keyboard console. Seconds later the entire organ came crashing down on top of them.
Buffy watched it for a moment before turnng her attention to Angel. "Are you allright?"
He nodded. "I'm fine. Let's get out of here."
Kendra was getting ready to leave. Buffy had given her a shirt, as hers had been ripped by one of the vampires. They said thier goodbyes and Kendra got into her cab.
Buffy sighed, watching her go. It was strange that she wasn't the only one anymore.
After sunset, Drusilla burst through the rubble. She was feeling strong now. She spotted Spikes coat poking through the debris. She grabbed it and hauled him out. He was covered in bruises and cuts.
"Don't worry my love. Mummy will help you get all better." She lifted him into her arms and walked off.
WIllow caught up with Oz in the hallway. His arm was badaged and in a sling. The day before he had saved her from being shot, and gotten himself shot in the process.
"Hey Oz, I never thanked you for what you did."
"Oh please don't. Thanks only leads to me getting embarassed."
He was trying to open a box of animal crackers, and she took them from him and opened them.
Taking one out, he said, "Oh look, a monkey. See his little pants?"
She nodded.
"You know monkeys are the only animal crackers that get to wear clothes. The lion's like, where are my pants? And the monkey says, I mock you with my monkey pants!"
WIllow laughed. "The monkey is French?"
"Of course. All monkeys are French. "You didn't know that?"
Willow giggled as they continued to walk down the hall.
AN: Sorry about any mistakes I may have missed. My kitten was trying to help. LOL Also, sorry it was so short. I'm really busy right now, and I didn't have time to do a long chapter.