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Dedicated to Mallory- wanted a longer chapter

Chapter Five: Little Squirrels Need To Eat

The moon was rising higher than usual and, setting against the cool damp shore, it shone especially bright. There was a dark figure walking along the glistening shore, a sharp contrast to the brilliance of the silvery dampness. Her brown hair waved tantalizingly, playing with the wind. She began to hum, swaying to the upbeat rhythm. She was like a doll who was lost in the atmosphere. As her song peaked to a high, high note, she collapsed to the ground and began to slumber soundly.
After an hour passed, another girl began walking along the same shore. She, unlike the first girl, fit in perfectly with the sea- except for her perfect, upright posture and impeccable clothing. She had eyes that were the exact color of the water. They were cold, steel-like- they surveyed the shore searching for something. When her penetrating eyes finally locked on the darker girl, you could tell she had found her target. When she finally reached the girl, she shook her sharply, awakening her.
"Drusilla, what are you doing down here? People are going to think you are some kind of crazy person"
"Grandmother, I was listening to my little blonde squirrel. He's dancing you know, dancing with his two little squirrel wives"
"Dru," Darla started. " Are you talking about Angel"
"No, Daughter- my other squirrel. Spike, my little yellow squirrel"
Darla tried to make sense of the garbled information she was gathering from Drusilla. That was nearly impossible under the best of circumstances, but even Dru didn't often prattle on about squirrels. And what did she mean two wives? Darla tried to keep track of her Great, great Grand-childe, but the last thing she had heard was that spike was dating some uber-slut vamp named Harmony.
"Drusilla, dear," Darla said soothingly, "What do you mean when you say Spike has two wives"
"Spike has turned a witch girl and the witch turned the Slayer. . .now they are all playing together"
"You mean to tell me," Darla said, barley able to talk, "that Spike is- that the Slayer is a vampire and that she's …dating Spike"
Darla's mind was racing. If a Slayer had been turned, if Drusilla was correct, all of history was about to change. The balance between good and evil was demolished. Buffy Summers had beat death, beat the Master- she was a majorally strong force. If the Vampire community now had her on their side, it was time for someone to begin a battle to end all battles. Who would be better suited than the Mother of Angelus, one of the most feared vampires of all time? She was ready for the extreme evil that was about to go down and there was no way she was taking a role on the sidelines. "Drusilla, darling, would you like to go to Sunnydale and see Spike"
Drusilla quietly giggled and sat up. She quietly glanced around then looked at the stars as if there was something very serious in front of her eyes. She leapt up and began spinning. She spun faster and faster, her laughter getting more intense with each spin. As she finally collapsed onto the soft, damp grass she could gather her breathe only long enough to muster,
"My little family of squirrels likes to eat their nuts, Granny."