Dark and Forgotten Flower
Prologue
Paris, France 1719
It was late that night as the seemingly young couple walked down the lonely streets of Paris, half-hidden in the faint light of the moon. The man was tall, with striking blue eyes, and white-blonde hair that hung slightly long, nearly down to his ears. The woman was thin with long, dark, curly hair and dark eyes—eyes that portrayed the insanity she had been driven to some years ago.
"Pet, why are we out here now? It's not as if any sane Parisian would be out at this time of night any more." The woman stopped and looked at her companion smiling mischievously.
"But Spike, the pixies in my head told me the Slayer would be here tonight." The blonde vampire grinned evilly as he pulled the woman into him.
""Really Dru, you should have told me earlier, I might have dressed up some. I mean, we'll be seeing very important company. Don't you think we should look a bit more…powerful?" The woman laughed quietly for a moment, then froze and pointed to a small shop across the road, where a young girl of nearly eighteen was coming out, her dark hair loose and curly over here shoulders.
"There she is, the pretty little French flower, so young and innocent." Drusilla grinned, then leaned back and forth as she spoke. "I was like that once, and the pixies would dance for me all day." She giggled. "Are you going to kill her, my Spike? Going to make the pretty flower scream in pain for Princess?" Spike smiled.
"I might not, love. Think about it. No other vampire has turned a Slayer before… Imagine how powerful we'd be with her. We could keep her around, make her bad like us…" Drusilla laughed.
"Oh, Spike wants the pretty flower, wants a new toy to play with. Poor girl, the pixies won't dance for her now. No more sunshine for the flower. Little flower is going to wilt, be dark and withered." The pair smiled and Spike shrugged his shoulders.
"Stay here, pet, while I go get you a granddaughter."