Disclaimers: Everything still belongs to that god, Joss Whedon.

Spoilers: Season 1

Pairing: Angel/Drusilla

Summary: What if Spike had been killed by the slayer during the Boxer Rebellion

Distribution: Want it? Have it. Just tell me where you're taking it.

Feedback: Yes, please. I'll even take flames, as long as you have a clue what you're talking about. If you tell me that Angel is OOC, I'll set my pet on you.


"What do you mean you're going to go!" Giles asked his slayer the next morning at school. "It could very well be a trap. He could very well be a vampire!"

Buffy closed her eyes for a moment before looking at her watcher. "But he knows where the Anointed One is hiding, and wants to take me there. What would you do?"


Angel opened his eyes into the dark confinements of his room. He stretched, yawning slightly. Drusilla was wearing him out. He couldn't understand how someone as ill as she was could have so much energy. He smiled faintly. These days, just thinking about Drusilla put a smile to his face. He didn't like the way he had to act to keep her safe or to please her, but he would do anything for her. With a sigh, he reached out for his lover only to find the bed empty.

Immediately Angel jumped out of the bed and ran to the room where Drusilla kept her dolls. He quickly scanned the dolls, looking for one in particular. With a loud curse, he was out of the room and back in theirs, putting his clothes on. Miss Edith was gone, which meant Drusilla was as well.


The stars seemed to dance before Drusilla's eyes as she floated through the darkened park. She knew that her angel would be furious with her, but she hadn't wanted to sit alone at the mansion while he went out with the slayer. She wanted a treat. Quickly, the vampiress scanned the playground hoping to find a meal. A wicked smiled spread across her face, as she spied a little girl no older than five sitting on the jungle gym.

"Are you lost, little dear?" Drusilla asked in her haunting, lilting tone. She glided closer to the girl as she spoke.

The girl jumped off the jungle gym at the sudden appearance of Drusilla. She shook her head wildly. "No, I'm just waiting for my mom. I'm not lost because she's going to be here soon. She told me so a few minutes ago." The girl babbled nervously.

"Oh, my mummy used to tell me things too. She used to sing them to me." Drusilla told her as she neared the girl. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With rose and thyme and sweet little limes and dead little maids all in a row."

As soon as Drusilla's words hit her, the little girl's eyes widened and she took a quick shaky step away from the vampire. "Th-that's not how th-the song g-goes." She stuttered nervously.

The wicked smile never left Drusilla's face. She just shrugged lightly. "Must have forgotten." She told the girl as she went in for the kill.

Suddenly, a dark blur intervened, sending Drusilla to the ground. As she watched her meal scamper away, she became aware of a teenage girl glaring at her. With a quick glance at the stake the blonde was wielding, Drusilla knew without a doubt that this was the slayer. She whimpered softly before glaring up at Buffy.

"That was naughty of you, Slayer." Drusilla growled as she stood, dusting off her dress in the process.

Buffy eyed Drusilla carefully. "Oh, I'm sorry." She sarcastically said. "But the Victorian Convention was last month. You're a little late."

The slayer's words only caused Drusilla to roll her eyes in annoyance. "You speak of times and things you know nothing about." She informed her, swaying slightly on her feet as she spoke.

"I know that I can kill you." Buffy said as cocky as ever. As she lunged to stake Drusilla, a very pissed Angel intervened, knocking Buffy to the ground.

He glared down at her. "I told you we were going to do things on my terms." He told her before wrapping an arm around Drusilla's waist. He could feel his lover shaking lightly against him, and he tried to ignore it.

Realization widened in Buffy's eyes. "She's the girlfriend you were late meeting last night." Immediately Buffy jumped to her feet, brandishing her stake at both of them. "Giles was right. You are a vampire. Guess that means, I'll be staking you then." She said as she lunged at Drusilla and Angel.

Sensing her actions, Angel slipped into gameface and pushed Drusilla to the ground as lightly as he could. He grabbed Buffy's stake wielding hand, and shoved her to the side, grinning when he heard her wrist snap. He didn't want to kill Buffy. He just wanted to get her out of the way so she wouldn't be a threat to Drusilla. Since acquiring his soul, he didn't kill anyone unless he had to. He didn't even drink human blood any more, which pissed Drusilla off to no end, but that was one argument both Angel and Drusilla knew to leave alone.

Angel shook his head, and focussed once more on getting Buffy out of his way. He needed to get Drusilla back to the mansion before anything happened to her. He knew that she didn't realize how ill she truly was. In fact, he didn't realize it either. Instead, he caught Buffy's foot as she tried to kick him and sent her back to the ground.

Behind them, Drusilla gingerly rose to her feet. "My Angel?" She asked softly, wobbling dangerously.

"Um, honey, I'm a little busy right now." He told her as he ducked a jab from Buffy.

A faint gasp could be heard from Drusilla as she repeated again, "My Angel?"

When Angel looked back at her, she was crumpled on the ground in a heap. Quickly Angel contemplated what to do. Acting purely on instinct, he grabbed Buffy's leg as she tried to kick him, and twisted her ankle. He threw her to the ground and ran over to Drusilla's still form. He swung his lover up into his arms and ran off with her into the night.

The slayer gingerly rose to her feet, careful to avoid her broken wrist and her sprained ankle. She had the vague feeling that if he had wanted to, he could have killed her then and there. As she wobbled back to Giles, she found herself wondering why Angel had spared her.