Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
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What if the Initiative came to Sunnydale a few years earlier than we thought? And what if Angel got chipped instead of Spike? Just an idea…
Drucilla considered Riley with a small smile as he walked back to the car. "I got us a room at the end of the lot. We can park in the back and get out that way if we have to. Sorry it's so run down, but I think we'll be okay here for the night." The motel was cheap but clean, used by mostly truckers and perhaps a few prostitutes, but Dru had no qualms. She had been in better hotels but she had most definitely been in worse.
She gave a small laugh. "Oh Riley. You are really the sweetest thing. You have no idea where the likes of me has slept over the years. This'll be fine." She grabbed the small bag of items Riley had purchased for her and went to open the door, but Riley was there first. "Such a gentleman, you really were born in the wrong century, my love." She amazed herself at just how cohesive her thoughts were. And just how normal she felt, well normal for a vampire. The child was causing all sorts of changes in her and she would just enjoy it while she could.
He smiled at her endearment and took her hand. "Come on, it's this way."
She looked about the room as Riley left to pull the car to the back alley. A large bed and a small couch. A very small television, as well as a refrigerator and microwave. She lifted an eyebrow to the color theme, straight from the 70s, but not bad at all, she thought. She went into the bathroom to run a bath and looked into the mirror. Drucilla so wished she could see her reflection. So wished she could see what Riley saw. She wasn't sure if it was the baby or not, but she was more than half way in love with the young soldier and every moment she stayed with him the deeper it became. She shook her head at her foolishness. This was not the real her, not the innocent that Angelus had driven mad, not the insane blood-thirsty perverted vampire who fed upon anyone with a pulse, the younger the better. Once this child was born there would be no more deep feelings. She may not want to kill Riley, but love? Not really in her vocabulary of vampirism. Once this baby came, she would find Spike, get back to the life she knew. Yes. That was how it would be. But in the meantime, while she was still cognizant of her feelings, while she could still feel, she would allow herself to immerse in Riley. She had never been one to have strong sexual urges. Oh, she would use her sexuality to find food, to keep Spike in place. But the voices kept her desires in that respect at bay. Now, with this child in her womb, she found herself aching, burning. And that throbbing always intensified when she was near Riley. She wanted him, needed him. And she knew he wanted her in the same way. She smiled at her non-existent reflection.
"Dru? Are you in the bathroom?" There was a tinge of panic to his voice.
"Yes Riley, I'm in here. Just running a bath."
"Oh. Okay, sorry. Over reacted, I guess." He kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his sweater before he lay back on the bed and imagined Drucilla in a bath. He shook his head. Since he first brought her in he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, crazy and deadly, but absolutely beautiful and ethereal. A vision in contradictions. A killer vampire in a vessel anyone would kill for. Once the surgery had taken place, he had spent more and more time with her, actually getting to know her. Her past, her story. And she, his. When he realized he had fallen in love with her it had been too late to do anything about it, another unrequited emotion. But when Walsh told him she was carrying his child, he knew it was fated. They were meant to somehow be together. Dru was afraid she would revert back, but he knew better. She was his and he would convince her of that before their child was born. He leaned his head back and let his mind wander, Drucilla. His head began to nod and before long he was dozing.
Drucilla came out of the bathroom wearing a tank top and a pair of boxer shorts that belonged to Riley. She pursed her lips at the picture she painted, always one to be attired in the clothing of her era, she realized nothing she ever owned would fit her now. Not that she had any of those things, but still. She must be a sight.
Riley opened his eyes to the sight of Drucilla wearing his clothes and looking absolutely gorgeous. "Hey, they sorta fit," he smiled dreamily, "you look fantastic."
She shook her head. "You, my dear boy, must be hallucinating from exhaustion." She went over to the bed and lay next to him, her arm over his chest. "I like the way you feel, so warm, so strong." She looked up into his face. "You know, I remember my mum telling me a woman with child should never be refused anything lest her child feel the rejection."
Smiling at her unexpected playful tone, Riley put his arm around her. "So, what would you like? Pickles soaked in O negative?"
"Mmmm, no." Drucilla's hand moved under Riley's t-shirt, her nails trailing soft circles down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. "A woman has needs, Riley. And a pregnant woman, vampire or not, has very strong needs it would appear."
"Drucilla." There was a pleading quality to Riley's voice. She knew he wanted her but she also knew he felt it was wrong. "You're seven months pregnant, it can't be good for the baby…"
"You are so sweet. If it's good for the mum then it's good for the babe, now isn't it? And Riley, it would be so good for me. I promise, I would never do anything to harm the baby and I know this won't harm him. I need you. And I think you need me." She ran her tongue along his neck and her hand continued its quest. She found the button to his pants while Riley attempted to make sense of this and find some strength.
"Dru…I don't know…" His resolve fastly diminishing.
She exhaled in triumph. "I do. Just relax my love. Let mummy take care of everything."
Riley moaned. "Gods Drucilla…"
Willow was talking to Oz when she saw Cordelia and Xander walk into the quad, heads close together, whispering. "Hey you guys, did you forget about the chem. test this morning? I mean, I thought that was the whole point of going home early last night. You know, to study?"
"Um, yeah. Well I had car trouble…" Cordy pointedly looked to Xander.
"Yeah, car trouble. We got totally stuck. And we didn't make it home until really late. Cordy's housekeeper had to go home early and so I had to wait with her until we got hold of her and then we had to wait for the tow truck and…"
"Long story short? Got home very late and couldn't wake up this morning. We'll go see about a make up exam. I'm sure it won't be a problem. And since when did you become my appointment secretary?" Cordelia abruptly turned and headed to chemistry class. She turned. "Xander, coming?"
"Oh, yeah. Make up exam. See you later Will." Xander ran to keep in step with the dark haired princess.
Oz squinted after the departing couple. "Is it just me or was that kinda surreal?"
"Something happened and it had nothing to do with tow trucks." Willow picked up her back pack. "It'll just have to wait, computer workshop." She turned to Oz. "Where are you off to next?"
"Supposed to be in physics, but I'm thinking maybe not. Are we still on for the Bronze tonight?"
"Um, yeah, sounds great. I just feel a little guilty having a good time when poor Buffy and Angel are in hiding, you know?"
"Yeah, but we're suppose to not raise suspicions, and at least they're together. Right?" Oz packed up his books and stood to leave. "So, I'll pick you up at seven?"
"Why don't I meet you there?" Willow still hadn't told her parents she might have a boyfriend and didn't want to raise their hopes.
"Cool." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "See you there."
Cordelia looked over at Xander as they sat in the cafeteria. It was one thing to be with him in the middle of the night when she was in the throes of despair and unquenchable desire and quite another to have all of her classmates see her with him in broad daylight. What was she thinking, she asked herself? Okay, the sex was totally hot. It was more than everything she thought it might be. Even if she had come close to doing it a few times, the reality of it was beyond comprehension with Xander. But was sex enough to be with him openly?
"Aren't youguys just too cute?" Harmony bumped into Xander as he raised a milk carton to his lips, causing him to spill the entire contents on his shirt and pants. "Opps, sorry." She looked over at Cordelia. "So when are you guys gonna start wearing sweet little matching outfits? Please warn me, 'cause I plan to start throwing up."
Cordelia felt a wave of panic begin to rise in her throat only to be replaced by anger when she saw Xander's dripping face. She stood up, her hands on her hips. Willing words to come out of her mouth, but finding herself unable to articulate. Xander looked over at her, his eyes filled with embarrassment and disappointment, he rose to leave. "Guess I'll just…"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Like we really don't care, just go." Harmony turned back to Cordelia. "So, what are you wearing to the dance? I mean we really have to coordinate…"
"I guess I'll wear whatever my boyfriend likes." She smiled at Xander. "You liked that black and red dress that was hanging in my closet, didn't you Xand?"
Xander's eyes went from Cordelia to Harmony and back to Cordelia. "I, umm, I…"
"No worries, I'll just surprise you." She looked pointedly at Harmony. "You were saying?"
"Oh, you are so signing your popularity death certificate." Harmony glared at Cordelia.
"Harmony, shut up. Do you know what you are? You're a sheep."
"I am not a sheep." She whined.
"I said shut up. You're a sheep. All you ever do is what everyone else does just so you can say you did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I'm way cooler than you are 'cause I'm not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And you know what? I'll date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is. And Harmony, you may think he's lame, but I know how great he is, in oh so many ways." Cordelia walked away from the group and went to Xander, her Xander she thought as she felt herself break out in a cold sweat. She took his arm in hers and began to walk along the colonnade with him.
"Oh God! Oh God." She felt her breath coming in hard, sharp gasps.
"You're gonna be okay sweetie. Just keep walking." He patted the hand on his arm.
"What have I done? They're never gonna speak to me again."
"Sure they are babe. And if it helps, whenever we're around them you and I can fight. A lot."
She smiled up at him. "Promise?"
He nodded and took a deep breath. "You can pretty much count on it."
They turned to look at each other and smiled. "You know Harris? I think I may pretty much love you. And that's not just post coital satisfaction talking."
"You know Chase? I pretty much think I may love you back. And part of that is totally sexual satisfaction talking. But I'm a seventeen year old guy, so if I denied it you'd know I was lying."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Shut up Harris and take my books." She handed him her book bag and led the way to their next class.