"I'm Book." He started his bible in hand as Spike and Angel both eyed it uneasily. Spike gave him a sheepish smile. "You two seem out of place. Old fashioned clothes might I add." He started, striking up conversation.
"We hold onto the past. Better times." Angel said, pointing behind him. "Would you guys like to all join in on a drink?" He asked, wanting to avoid the Preacher and giving away the fact that everyone on the ship was two damned vampires and a hell god.
"That sounds wonderful, doesn't it Mal?" Inara said, walking up to the two guys. Their eyebrows rose as they gazed at her, Spike's eyes traveling down her body.
"1900." Spike said flatly. "China." Angel got the visual in mind. Drusilla and Darla both decked out in the kimonos, similarly like Inara's. They both thought to the past fondly, back when they were happy. Both unsoulled and unsoulled years. They missed it.
"Historians of the old world?" Zoë asked curiously as Angel nodded, his eyes finally tearing away from the companion.
"Yeah, we keep a library of old books. And pictures, things saved from the old world that we've carried on with us. We hold onto it." He said quietly, looking to Zoë for a moment. Cordelia flashed in his mind as heartbreak crossed his face. Cordelia Chase. She was always watching out for him. But he could never hold her, see her, and speak to her.
"Actually, I fancy a drink." Malcolm pointed out as Angel snapped out of it, nodding. He led Inara, Preacher, Malcolm and Zoë onto the Hyperion, walking through it to the living deck. There was a large table as Spike pulled out the alcohol, setting it down on the table. Angel grabbed glasses and set them all down.
"Is this real vodka? I haven't had this stuff in a long time." Zoë pointed out as Spike nodded, starting to pour the glasses.
Angel stood in the doorway, hearing a click behind him as he spun around, spinning his leg around as he knocked a man in the head. He grabbed the gun out of the air, pulling the end as the bullets poured out of it and onto the ground. Angel grabbed the man roughly by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"I'm glad you decided to join us Jayne." Malcolm pointed out as Angel realized it was one of Mal's men as he released him.
"Sorry. You startled me. I don't like surprises." He said as Jayne rubbed his throat, obviously hurt by the vampire strength as he turned back to look at the man that grabbed him. Angel and Jayne stared at each other for a long moment. "Have I kicked your ass before?" Angel asked flatly.
"He looks like Hamilton." Spike said the exact thing that was on Angel's mind. Angel just nodded in agreement. "I didn't know he had children, hey! Maybe he got Harm pregnant…" He joked as Angel just glared at Spike. "Sorry. We're mistaken." Spike said, looking to Jayne. Angel didn't find it funny like he did.
"That vodka?" Jayne asked as Spike held it out to him. Jayne drank right from the bottle as Preacher stood up, walking over to a book shelf. His fingers traced over the wood, having not seen such a styled book shelf in ages, especially not in a spacecraft.
"Demonology… Hell Dimensions… Chronicles of Sharic… Book of Angelus… The Scourge of Europe…Mystical Aliments… interesting choice of books, I've never actually read any of these myself." Book said, turning to Spike and Angel. Malcolm looked to Angel, watching him curiously.
Angel opened his mouth to reply when a loud shriek rang. River stood in the doorway, stumbling back as she shook, pointing to Angel. "Dead man walking, dead man walking… dead man walking and the blue woman follows… they're hiding… hiding their true faces…" She stammered, crawling back on her hands away from Angel.
"Man, why does crazy girl have to come and ruin this fun drinking?" Jayne pointed out as Spike looked to Inara, expecting an explanation from someone.
"Is she… okay?" Spike asked curiously, taking a few cautious steps back. He looked to Angel, not sure what to do. "Does she have the sight?"
"You need to quiet her down." Angel said hurriedly, looking to Malcolm. "Now, before…" He started as River continued to shout and scramble back on her hands and feet. Angel realized she must see what they are.
Angel was cut off as a figure walked into the room, wearing a white dress, her long dark hair going down to her waist. "The stars whispered to me, told me there's all sorts of people. Are we having a party? Daddy, you should've told me, I would've dressed up like a doll." Drusilla whispered, gazing to all the new faces.
"The stars whisper?" Malcolm asked.
"Daddy?" Jayne asked, curious.
Drusilla had survived fine without her family. But after the apocalypse Drusilla claimed Darla had come to her and told her to find her boys. She was given a soul by Darla (But she was sent by the Powers That Be obviously)and since she already carried the sight she would become their link to the Powers. Having gained a soul, and already being insane she spent years hiding from humanity. She finally found Angel and Spike and they took her into their care. She brought them visions and they kept her safe. This worked for many years, until Earth lost its resources. Demons weren't the main threat anymore.
Angel took Drusilla closely into his care. She was like a child, and he knew it was his fault for causing it. So he became like her father and they became close through the years. She drifted apart from Spike, she still was bitter towards his threat to kill her for the slayer. But they had long warmed back up to each other.
Drusilla took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes widening as she let out a whine. "Send her away… send her away…" Angel wrapped his arms around her, his hand moving over her hair as he cooed into her ear. "She sees us Daddy. She sees the monster… I'm done being a monster…" She cried out.
"Monster? Whose a monster?" Jayne asked, his hand moving to his gun.
"River!" Simon shouted, running over to her. River let out a cry, wrapping her arms around her brother as she buried her face into his chest. Simon held her, looking up to the others. "She disappeared; I had no clue where she had run off to…" He started, trying to explain.
"Looks like we aren't the only ones hiding a crazy girl." Malcolm pointed out, looking to Angel. "She a product of the Alliance? 'Cause we can make this a you tell us your story, we tell you ours and no one tells… outside us."
"Alliance? You mean… she's not…" Spike started, looking from Drusilla to River. They seemed the same in the fact that they both saw things they shouldn't see. "The Alliance did that to her?"
"You mean the Alliance didn't do that to her? What's wrong with her then?" Zoë asked, pointing to Drusilla. She put her hands on her hips, altogether confused with what was going on.
Drusilla turned around, looking to Malcolm. "Repent your sins Father. Kill those that are wicked. From beneath you it devours."
"Hold on a tick, that's Hellmouth she's speaking." Spike said, looking to Malcolm. "Bloody hell, I see it now. Caleb." Malcolm stood there, confused as he put his hand to his gun, unsure of what was going on.
"Caleb? Wait, Caleb… Caleb who kicked my ass Caleb? Caleb that was bleeding from the eyes, who called us all sinners? Isn't having a child against the law for him?" Angel asked, looking to Spike who just shrugged.
"They hide their true face!" River shrieked as Drusilla froze. She looked over to River, moving away from Angel as she strode across the room to River. She knelt down next to River and Simon.
Simon tightened his grip around River as Drusilla watched River. "Don't worry dearie. The moon whispers all sorts of stories, will you listen?" River's eyes were fixated on Dru's as she slowly began to move away from Simon. "You hear the whispers. They speak to you; tell you all sorts of goodies."
"I hear them… but… but you aren't like me. You hide your face. You're hiding it from all of us… hiding secrets. Walking along the cobblestone road, looking for a drink, all of you. Together, hunting in a pack, one family."
"Shh, shh, so much pain inside of you, let mommy wash it away…" Drusilla cooed, holding out her hand. River, almost in a daze took her hand as they both rose. Drusilla led River away and back to her room.
Simon stood up to follow but River turned around. "Don't follow me Simon. I want to play with Drusilla." River explained as Simon shot a glance to Angel and Spike, wondering what was going on.
"How did you know her name was Drusilla?" Angel asked River as he put a hand in front of Drusilla. "Don't scare her. And did you drink your… drink already?" Angel asked her, not wanting her to get the urge to feed and want to bite River. Drusilla nodded absently as she led River away.
"Where are you taking my sister?" Simon demanded as Jayne snorted.
"'bout time she met someone who's just as crazy."
"Dru has always been like this. Alliance has never touched her. Dru carries the sight; she receives visions of the future and carries other psychic abilities. This has been with her since she was born." Angel explained, crossing his arms. "Now you explain."
"River… my sister, she is a genius, always has been. My parents sent her to a special school. I got a code saying they were hurting her so I came and got her out. Now we are hiding out on the Serenity, avoiding the Alliance. I have never known her to display these kinds of abilities and she doesn't want me to test her."
"Bleeding Alliance." Spike spat out, shaking his head. "When are you stupid humans going to learn that experimenting is just wrong? You didn't learn the first time either. I know a thing or two about experimenting… not fun. Keep you in a cage, drug you up…"
Angel sighed. "Spike. Shut up." He had heard enough of the stories. Usually he enjoyed it, thinking about Spike's chip. Gave him something to laugh about. Of course now wasn't a good time.
"How'd she get crazy in the head then?" Jayne asked.
Angel stared at the ground for a long moment. "Worse than the Alliance. Her friends were all killed, and then her family. Even her dog was killed. She ran away to a nunnery and as she was getting her orders to become a nun… the same person came back and finished off all the nuns, the fathers, the whole convent. Then she was left crying on the ground, the man was soon joined by his lover and they made love in front of her, and lastly he raped her himself."
"Sounds like Reavers."
Angel nodded his face solemn. He was the man. He raped her, he killed her whole family. And the sad part was, he enjoyed every minute of it. "It wasn't. Can't say he was worse than a Reaver, but came close. She receives visions of Reavers and Spike and I hunt them."
"Reaver hunters? That's crazy; no one would be insane enough to go after Reavers…" Zoë started as everyone stared at the vampires in shock.
Spike shrugged. "We know a thing or two about fighting. Besides, Reavers don't like us. Through the years they have achieved a heightened sense for special… beings. They don't want anything to do with us and never attack our ship. They attack us if we attack them. We've survived this long."
"Special beings?" Preacher asked, interested.
"Yes Father. We are special beings." Angel replied back slowly.
"You mean damned men."
I'm still doing my other stories, I just thought this up after watching Serenity and Firefly and got in a mood to do a crossover. And then I wondered who else would survive that long. Everyone from the A.I. and the Scoobies would long be dead... but Dru wouldn't. I'm a Dru fan, so I decided to put her in. And as for Illyria, I assumed she would be immortal despite Fred's body being mortal.Those are just my thoughts. Shrugs Please Review. Smiles sweetly. Please?
