Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters. I own the pairing (IT WORKS, SARAH, SARAH, and WILLS!). Anyway, that basically covers all that needs to be said, so with no further babbling, on to the other form of babbling I call Chapter Seven..I think..yea...

Author's Note: I apologize it took so long for something not that long in length...And I apologize for the fact that I suck at writing for Drusilla

In pancake-loving memory of Jennifer Evenns

Chapter Seven

"Did you stop Cordy?" Willow asked as Xander approached her near the entrance towards the Bronze where Willow was busy tending to someone's neck. Obviously some biting had occurred while they were making their way over to the club. Fortunately for her, the victims were few in number and spread apart from one another. So far she had seen no people dead inside nor any people coming out in such bad condition that they would soon be dead. Giles was still checking for anyone else while Buffy was doing her best to hold back Spike and Angelus.

"Not exactly," Xander answered honestly. "I tried...She and Dru came out the back entrance, totally in clothes I approve of--for Cordelia that is."

"Please move on, Xander," Willow commanded harshly. "We don't need the nauseating visual."

"What is there to move on to?" Xander asked. "I froze and she rushed down the street with Drusilla."

"Any idea to where?" Willow asked curiously as she applied a fresh bandage to the victim.

"Not a clue," Xander said with a sigh.

"Hopefully to a place involving clothes of some sort," Willow mumbled under her breath.

Cordelia held Drusilla's cold, pale hand tightly in hers as she continued making her way down the street towards the various clothing stores. Not that she personally had any opposition to being unclothed, but certain parts would only be for the eyes of her girlfriend.

Her feet pattered against the cold asphalt covering the street. She could hear that Drusilla was keeping up with her quite well. Cordelia quickly scanned the approaching stores. She tugged at Drusilla's hand as she caught site of a flattering and revealing dress in the window.

"So pretty. Like daisies. But it will not be there for long," Drusilla said in what Cordelia took as agreement. A smile crossed the cheerleader's lips as she walked over towards the store. Disappointment sank in for a slight second as the door was unlocked.

"Cannot keep the birdie all caged up," Drusilla pointed out as she broke through the glass with a strong thrust from her free hand.

Cordelia's smile widened as she crawled in through the hole Drusilla had created. She soon freed the dress from the mannequin and held it up to Drusilla, smiling in approval. "Put it on," she said as she handed it over.

"My two ladies don't like being cooped up," Drusilla pouted as she gestured at the upper portion of her chest.

"And I don't like seeing them cooped up, but everyone in Sunnydale isn't good enough to see them," Cordelia reminded her girlfriend.

Drusilla shrugged as she allowed the dress's soft fabric to come down over her otherwise bare body. The black silk fabric clung to her and felt good against her skin and she gave a wide smile of approval. "What will the princess wear to the ball?" she asked curiously as she glanced over at Cordelia.

Cordelia shrugged as she looked around in the store, thrilled that her vampire senses were heightened. "There's going to be a ball?" she asked curiously as she reached for a skintight red halter top.

"Everyone's attending," Drusilla answered plainly in a soft voice barely above a whisper. "The moon speaks gladly of it."

"And we wouldn't want to offend the moon," Cordelia responded as she slipped the shirt over her body. She smiled as she turned to Drusilla. "What do you think?"

"Red like the blood that will be there. Such a festival," Drusilla said simply as she gave a small jump of excitement.

"So it's good?" Cordelia asked as she started pulling a black miniskirt on.

Drusilla nodded wildly. "Like Slayer candy."

Cordelia smiled as she rejoined Drusilla near the entrance of the store. Her slender arm wrapped around Drusilla's left arm and she reached and united their hands. Once that was taken care of, the two vampires left the store through the door. "I'm getting hungry," Cordelia pointed out. "Does Slayer blood go to the thighs?" she asked curiously as she and Drusilla began walking back towards the Bronze.