Disclaimer: Still don't own a thing.

Pairing: Drusilla/Angel

Spoilers: Season 1

Feedback: Yes, please. It's my addiction.

Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.

Summary: What if Spike had been killed by the Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion. AU Season 2


"Hey, Giles." Buffy greeted her watcher as she entered the library of Sunnydale High School the next morning. As usual her watcher was seated at one of the tables, poring over an ancient text. He paused to take a sip of hot tea and looked up to see his slayer.

"How did patrolling go last night?" He asked her before closing the book he had been looking at.

Buffy shrugged. "Slow as usual. I'm telling you, Giles, something big is coming." She insisted.

"There is nothing in the books which says that-" He trailed off when he realized that his slayer was glaring at him with a look saying that she knew better. "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to train or patrol tonight."

She looked away from Giles. "Yeah, sure Giles. I'll patrol tonight."


Classical music echoed throughout the boarded up mansion. Angel sighed as he watched Drusilla's pet, Dalton, light candles. He didn't like the fact that she had sent some one ahead of them, but he realized that she had been right. Who else could help them deal with a slayer than a turned watcher?

He looked away from the minion and instead focused on the now flickering candle flames. He could feel a chill run down his back and he turned around. If he had needed to breathe, his breath would have caught in his throat at the sight of the vision before him.

Drusilla floated into the room, dressed in a billowing white dress Angel had picked out for her. She slowly looked around the room with a childlike wonder. It had been decades since they had been here and she had forgotten about it. She paused and watched as the candles' light sent shadows onto the walls.

"Sweetie, what are you doing out of bed? You're weak. You need your rest." Angel told her, concern in his voice as he hurried over to her side.

She didn't respond. Instead, she looked over at the dusty baby grand piano in the corner of the room. "The music isn't playing any more but I can hear echoes from the balls of the past. Can you hear them, my Angel?"

He wrapped his arms around the waist of her frail frame. "No, I can't but I'm sure you can hear it." Angel told her as he held her close to him.

"Oh, I can. It is much different than the music the slayer shall listen to." She said dreamily as she leaned back into Angel's strong chest.

At her words, Angel pulled away and spun her around so that he could see her. He watched her carefully as he held her at arm's length. "Princess, did you see the slayer?"

Drusilla nodded as she began to play with the zipper on Angel's leather jacket. "Yes, yes I did. Such a bad little dolly she is. Lies to her keeper and dances to the music instead." Suddenly Drusilla's whole demeanor began to change as she began to violently shake. "Cold. Cold. Would you light my candle?"

Angel quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shivering frame. "Precious, you don't have a candle." He calmly told her, hoping that his calm would help her calm down.

"Oh, but I do." Drusilla told him as she began to play with the hem of Angel's shirt instead. "And only you fuel it." She added, seduction filling her voice.

He laughed lightly at his lover's antics. "Baby, you're weak."

She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I'm feeling much better now."

Angel grinned wolfishly at her, and swung her up into his arms, cradling her as though he was a groom carrying his bride. "I see, Dru, and would you like to show me just how well you are feeling tonight?" He asked her as he felt his body react to her lust.

"Oh, yes. Feed me. Like you used to." She said as she arched back into his arms.

He kissed her playfully before whispering into her ear huskily, "Oh, I can do much more to you than that."

"But the slayer?" Drusilla asked him, not wanting him to leave her alone tonight. She didn't want to be selfish, but she needed her lover tonight.

"Can't wait." He said as he carried her up to their room. "You're more important."