Disclaimer: Buffy the vampire slayer and all characters therein are not my creation, yada yada yada.

Chapter Concept: This is Spike/Drusilla, my take on Spike's possible first night as a vampire.

Rebirth

London, 1880

Golden eyes. Or were they amber?

A man thought of the strangest things while dying, and William was sure he had seen the strange woman's eyes turn golden right before she bit him. Somehow, he had not been frightened by it in the least. He also found it strange that he knew he was dying, and yet that didn't frighten him either.

He had seen things in those amber eyes. The woman killing him had shown him such glorious things, and now he couldn't bear for her to stop what she was doing. ((Alright, so his first reaction had been 'Ow, ow OW!', but he was past that now)

Moments of his life drifted idly through William's mind, even as he was trying to stay grounded. His fathers death came to mind, and how he had always been appalled by violence thereafter. That was why he had always preferred creating things of beauty…

Thoughts of his mother surfaced along with his father, how as a small child he had clutched at her skirts and wept, promising to never stray far again, and to always look after her. He kept the promise always, watching out for her, taking care of her…what would she think if he didn't come home? What if he left her all alone, like his father had?

Thoughts of his school years came and went, the bullying and humiliation, like at the party he had just fled…thoughts of Cecily and her last words to him… 'You're beneath me'.

His thoughts stopped their wandering and were brought right back to an alleyway in London, where he had fled to escape heartbreak and humiliation. His mind was in a daze, and his body barely strong enough to move his limbs. William also realized that he was no longer standing. He had slowly sunk to the ground and was no being cradled in the arms of the mysterious woman who had frightened him with lunacy and thrilled him with promises of glory.

The dark haired woman holding him had just cut a line across her chest, right over the swell of her breast. In his fog-filled mind William found himself worried that she might dirty her pretty dress. But the woman was holding his head up now, cradling his head against hr chest so the blood touched his lips. She was stroking his mop of curls and whispering soft, motherly words to him.

"Now be a brave boy and drink up, then all the world will be yours to drink…"

The coppery taste of blood was strange to him, but he still obeyed. It filled his mouth and trickled down his throat. The last sound he heard was the soft melody of her voice, before everything faded…

The first thing William smelled when he came to…was dirt. Yep. That was dirt. Sure, William had lived in a part of London where streets were cobblestone and the people far too refined and cultured to go mucking around in the dirt…but one could never really mistake the scent of freshly turned soil.

And what was more…he was surrounded by it, covered in it. It seemed oddly refreshing. It was cool on his skin and only slightly damp on his tweed suite. William tried to take a guess on how much dirt was covering him. How was he going to breath? But just as that thought hit him, he realized he hadn't been breathing at all yet.

The dirt wasn't heavy. It only took sitting up to find air that he no longer needed. His glasses were askew on his face, and he quickly adjusted them to take in his surroundings. William frowned when he found his surroundings blurry. He took off his glasses to clean them, then blinked, his eyes widening in surprise…the night suddenly became perfectly clear. He could see the garden he appeared to be buried in just fine.

Taking in his surroundings, William took note of the brick wall surrounding the garden. He noticed the perfectly green grass broken only by lavender flowers and roses of red and pink. There were only a couple of trees and a fine fountain in the center of the garden. He was buried under a large oak.

William stumbled as he tried to stand, his legs shaky and unsure. He brushed most of the dirt from his suit and shook it out of his curls. He looked down at his glasses, grinning and thrilled as he broke them in his hand. He let the small wire frame and the glass fall from his hand before looking up at the night sky, barely able to see the stars, but able to see the bright full moon just fine. It cast a beautiful glow on everything in sight, and William marveled at being able to see and hear everything, far more than he ever could before.

"My pet likes his new world…", a sweet voice behind him whispered.

Grinning broadly, William whirled around to come face to face with the dark beauty he had met in the alley. She was grinning at him with anticipation, doing a small dance under the moonlight as she sauntered towards him.

The night before William would have described her as too bold with more than a hint of lunacy. But now he detected much more…she had a child's playfulness and a knowledge and insight that surpassed any other woman William had ever met. He studied her, no longer looking at her through a haze of tears and heartbreak…now his heart and mind were clear. This mysterious beauty with dark curly hair, pale skin, haunting eyes and her elegant figure in black lace had done something to him that he couldn't describe.

"And you…" William stepped closer with no more hesitance. "You gave me this new world…didn't you?"

Her smile was breathtaking and ultimately wicked. "Do you like it?" She asked coyly, moving closer so that their bodies were inches apart. She raised her hand and traced her long fingernails gently across the hollow of William's cheek. "There's so much more to show you."

William was lost. He knew it the moment he felt her touch. He was lost in the depths of beautiful blue eyes, wide and wild. He stepped closer to her, wanting to close the gap between their bodies. "Who are you?"

"Drusilla", she spoke simply, as if the answer should be obvious.

"Drusilla…", William whispered, his voice deep and low with undisguised awe. He took her hand from his cheek, then brought it to his lips, gently kissing the back. "I am William."

Smiling mischeviously, Drusilla pulled her hand slowly from his grasp before making her way slowly towards the 7 foot stone wall that surrounded the garden. "Our first treats will arrive soon for the party. We must be prepared."

He wasn't sure what he meant, but he followed her anyway. Then he stared in amazement as the frail looking woman leapt clear over the 7 foot wall, barely ruffling her dress. He could hear her voice calling from the other side, so he was sure he was meant to follow…he just didn't know how.

Stepping up to the wall, he placed his hand on it, trying to find a possible purchase. He found none. He sighed, not wanting to look like such a fool in front of a lady…he jumped up, grabbing hold of the edge of the wall, then, to his surprise, effortlessly pulling himself up. He crouched there for a moment, taking in the sight of the quiet courtyard and the carriage pulling up to the house the garden belonged to.

Looking down, he found his lady fair approaching the carriage. William immediately thought how terribly embarrassing it would be to be caught…'yes, pardon our trespassing, I was buried in your garden'.

He leapt down, crouching on the ground and in the shadows for a moment before following after Drusilla. She seemed to hold no fear of embarrassment…did she know these people, perhaps?

Soon the family approaching the house were stepping out of the coach…a man, his wife, nearly grown son and young daughter. As soon as he and Drusilla got close enough to catch their scents, William felt the structure of his face shift. A deep hunger overtook him and a growl emerged from his throat. His mind became a red haze. All he could think about was hunger as the sounds of four heart beats echoed through his entire system.

Without further thought, he lunged and broke into a run. He circled around the coach, a loud growl sounding, causes the horses to rear up in alarm. The woman was the first to flee towards the house, and he snatched her up. He wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny frame, pulling her close against his body. He did not see the woman, only the need to feed from her. He sank his fangs into her throat, barely hearing her half choked scream and not even phased by her flailing.

The entire world seemed to fade away at the taste of her blood. He had never known such outrageous hunger, nor such satisfaction for it. He drank his fill as quickly as he could, and the world didn't return until it was brought back suddenly by a sharp blow to the back of his head. He dropped the woman immediately and turned, once again being struck by the metal of a shovel wielded by the woman's husband.

William stumbled back, clutching his head. It was the first time in his life that he had ever been struck in such a manner. In fact, it was the first night he had ever been in the midst of such violence. He pulled his hand away from his head, looking down at the blood on his fingers. He tilted his head and regarded the man preparing himself to take another swing.

"Monster!" He shouted. "Vile beast! Stay away from my wife!"

The pain racing through William's head felt like an experiment. He took a step back, but not out of fear. He waited for the enraged husband to take another swing…then easily leaned back and ducked under, avoiding the blow before grabbing hold of the shovel and ripping it from his grip, dislocating one of the man's shoulders. Without pause to hear the scream that followed he slammed the shovel against his head, cracking his skull and knocking him out.

"That was…barbaric." William whispered to himself. He then turned to look for more victims. "I like it."

A gunshot rang out, striking the stone right near William's foot. He turned quickly to find the source. It was the young man, the son. He had ran into the house and retrieved a weapon, and was holding it in a shaking hand, standing just a few feet outside the doorway. But before he could lunge and take the boy for himself, Drusilla had approached from behind him, grabbing hold of the boy's head and snapping his neck like a snack. William could only smile in admiration as he watched her face shift, her fangs extend and amber eyes show as she began to feed.

Now there was only one more…the little girl was clutching her doll, crying hysterically as she hid in the coach. He grinned as he saw her, listening to her heart beat and wondering if her blood tasted any different from her mother's…

But it was Drusilla that approached the coach first. Her every step was a gentle sway, and her expression was much like a curious child. William stepped aside without arguing. If she wanted the child…if she wanted a thousand, William would not be in her way. He grinned a bit as he watched, noticing the hypnotizing look in her eye…he recognized that. He loved that.

She cooed to the child, her words so soft that he could not hear. The confused child moved forward in the carriage hesitantly and Drusilla wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close and into her arms. William watched in fascination as she sang to the child, Mary Mary, quite contrary…dancing in slow circles and holding the frightened girl close before sinking her fangs into the fragile throat.

William did not understand what had happened to him…but he decided very firmly that at the moment, he didn't need to. At the moment he was back in the garden he had risen from among the scent of lavender and roses, watching a woman who had enchanted and completely change him playing with a doll she had taken from her meal. He could not help but smile as he watched her whisper a secret to the doll's ear.

"What does she say, pet?" William asked curiously.

Drusilla seemed surprised but pleased by his question and grinned all the happier. "She says I'll get to take more purity tonight…" Her gaze traveled over William's body.

He wasn't entirely sure why, but William was sure he should have been blushing. "Oh…and who's purity will you be taking?"

Grinning like she held a conspiracy, Drusilla placed the doll down against one of the trees, making her face them as if to watch them. She crawled slowly across the grass towards William, who had been lounging back against the fountain. He became a bit nervous, but made no attempt to get out of the way.

Drusilla raised her skirts, then slowly slid onto his lap. William found himself breathing even when he didn't need to. A woman had never been so casual yet provocative with him…Drusilla was moving her fingers through his hair, then down his face and across his cheeks.

"Never been touched before?" Drusilla whispered in a soft voice, leaning close to him. William sat up more, trying to hide the embarrassing bulge growing in his pants, but every time he moved it just brushed against her thigh. Drusilla only encouraged it, wiggling herself against his body as she licked at his ear. When she heard William gasp she took his hands, then led them to her body and placed one on each side of her hip. "Never touched what you wanted?"

Swallowing hard, William shook his head. He wasn't sure he could speak with any dignity. He was sure he would burst when she said her next words…

"Touch me how you want."

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