Chapter Notes:
As I mentioned to you guys in the past, I am going to be updating regularly. So ta-da! This chapters a short one and things will be moving forward with what happened in the show.
Special Thanks to Zan for lending her talented hand in making this story better by being my newest Beta. I have been changing them continuously but I appreciate everyone's help in making this story better. Now, without any further delay, enjoy the chapter!
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Angel
I'd been walking in Sunnydale Park when I saw the most terrifying sight.
Drusilla, sitting on a park bench with a young boy. They were talking. Then Dru leaned close to the boy's neck and my instincts took over making me rush my once beloved Childe. I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the boy.
She screamed and turned to face me, in her vampiric visage. Her left hand coming at my face.
I grabbed her hand before she could claw me with her long-painted nails. She began to struggle, screaming bloody murder as she attempted to escape my hold. I took a quick look at the boy, who was already backing away from us.
"Good, boy," I thought.
I returned to look at the younger vampire in my hold, who was still screaming and struggling to get away. I was uncertain what I was going to do. I should have known Dru would be too crazy, that even with the soul she was still willing to hurt a human child. It would be easier if I just ended her now, maybe her soul would be released from her body. Darla and Spike will just have to get ov-
I felt a sharp pain hit my shoulder from behind me.
I turned slightly to face whomever attacked me and was surprised to see one of Spike's minions holding a crossbow that shot the arrow that was now in my shoulder. This was a vampire that I knew, being one of the Masters' minions. He was also leading the research party at Darla's.
"What was he doing here?!" I thought angrily.
"I will only ask you once. Release Mistress Drusilla or I will make sure that the next bolt will end up in your desolate heart," he said keeping the weapon aimed at me.
I glared at the annoying minion. This night was not going as I thought it would. I was only out in hopes of seeing Buffy.
She had been distant lately and I was uncertain as to what I had done to make her unhappy. It started when we agreed to have our first date at the Bronze. She arrived looking less than her normal beautiful self. Then she left without so much as a word to me. She then started pulling away from me, which made me momentarily afraid, I was so sure that she would break up with me.
Then it was Halloween and the whole fiasco of everyone turning into their costumes occurred. After that, Buffy seemed to start coming back to me again. It was as if whatever issue was happening in our relationship just miraculously disappeared and Buffy was once again back to the girl she always was when she was with me.
Of course, after a week of bliss and enduring Buffy's new perfume, my Slayer started pulling away from me once again. It was getting tiresome and tonight I had planned to confront Buffy about it.
But then, I smelled Dru and saw her about to attack an innocent kid and I stopped her. So, it's definitely understandable to say that I was angry.
I did not deserve to have an arrow shot at me. Worse an arrow shot at me by a lowly minion.
"Dalton! Help me! The bad man is going to hurt me!" Dru cried and I tensed as I saw the other vampire raise the reloaded crossbow higher to get a better aim at me.
I knew that if I didn't do anything, I would end up dust. Even worse, I would end up dust by one of Spike's worthless minions.
"Look, I don't want any trouble. I saw Dru with a kid and stopped her from eating him," I told him, thinking that this might lessen the younger vampire's defensive ire.
"Lies! We were waiting for his mummy. He hurt me, Dalton! Kill him!" Drusilla wailed.
The anger in the minion's eyes took me aback. There are not many that can show anger that was almost alive. Had I been a younger vampire, I would have been cowed.
I did not have time to ponder long on it, because just then, Dalton, the minion, released the reloaded arrow at me. It was only my extremely quick reflexes that allowed me to move out of the way and not get dusted. I had to release Dru to be able to dodge the launched projectile.
I stood up angry ready to maim the presumptuous younger vampire when I was pushed onto my back by a very angry Dru. She began to viscously attack me. Scratching me with sharp claws. All I could do to defend myself was cover my face with my arms. I tried to time it so I could launch an attempt to once again restrain her but the minion had beat me to it.
I felt Dru being pulled off me.
I slowly sat up and saw that the younger vampire, Dalton, I remember her calling him that, was already hugging her body, like William did and began to sing an unknown lullaby, attempting to calm a distraught Drusilla.
I watched in fascination as the younger vampire was able to gently calm his crazed mistress.
"Dru," I gently called out. I was surprised when she looked at me with the most lucid eyes that I have seen her have since that fateful day at the convent when I turned her.
"I was not about to hurt him. The stars told me of his fate, and we came to stop it," she told me.
"We?"
"Dalton and I, of course," she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I looked back to the younger vampire. If I had not seen him about to dust me with a crossbow, I would not have believed that he was incapable of actually doing any damage in a fight.
"We were waiting for to the nasties to come out and be punished for dreaming of hurting a child," she said, looking righteously anger.
I agreed with her. It was another kind of monster who would hurt a child as young as the boy he saw earlier. Angelus was such a monster. So was Drusilla.
Which was why I thought myself justified in thinking that she would hurt the boy.
"That was before the soul, silly," Dru said, as if her was scolding a child for saying a bad word.
Well, now I just felt stupid. I attacked her and accused her of doing something evil, when she was only here to do her job like her William did.
Champions.
That's what Xander called them. It irked me that the boy practically hero-worshipped William, despite the fact that the he was a vampire. I could never understand what made him so special. What made Darla and Dru so special that Buffy and her friends would say they were better than me.
"Because they are," I heard my demon say. I shook my head. I did not want to entertain the monster within.
Instead I focused my attention on my Childe.
She was more composed now. She let go of Dalton and stood up. She dusted off her black dress and then offered her hand to me.
I hesitated to take it. It had been so long since I touched her. The last time was when I was having sex with her and Darla at the house of a family we had just murdered. It just did not seem right to taint the souled version of her with my dirty hands.
"What is wrong? I do not bite, Angel beast," she said, stretching her hand closer to me.
I grabbed hold of it, despite my reservations. Then I allowed her to help me up. I looked around the empty park remembering her words about the reason she was here in the first place.
"You said the boy would have been attacked had you not been here?" I turned back to ask her.
"Yes. I saw it."
"Well, I don't see anyone," I told her.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That is because we are here. The enemy is afraid of us. They hail from a weaker bloodline than our own. Nasty Vanirs always taking what is not theirs," this piqued my interest.
Vanirs? I knew of them. Old blood from Northern Europe. They were the weakest Vampire Order to have ever existed. They did nothing but stay on their own lands in the North and rely on stronger demons for assistance. They were rich. The leader of the order was a Viking that had pillaged villages in times long ago. They used those riches to pay mercenary demons to protect them.
They never fought. They were the ones that were the first to flee a conflict. A strong Master Vampire could go into the lands of the Vanir and claim it as his own, because the Vanier's would not be able to stop him since they do not fight, at all.
It made me wonder why they were here on the Hellmouth. What could they want so badly that they would leave the safety of their lands to come to a Slayer controlled location.
"It is no use thinking of their plots at this time, Sire. It will only hurt your head."
Sire.
That word sends a pleasant jolt in my lifeless heart. When was the last time I heard someone addressed me that way when it wasn't said tauntingly or maliciously? I took another look at Dru and this time really took her in.
Like William, the soul changed her. Her mind was still fractured but now she had something he thought she had lost when she became a vampire.
Inocence.
Drusilla, as a soulless vampire, acted innocent, but she had lost that long ago. He knew the details of her deprivation. In fact, he always encouraged it. She used to target children. No matter the age, it was her favorite thing to do. She would hurt them, maim them and make them suffer before she would then turn them into vampires, like her.
He used to always think it was funny when she turned a baby, then dust it because she didn't like the responsibility of taking care of it.
He knew that Drusilla's actions were because she wanted to have an outlet for the anger of Angelus turning her.
The most innocent of them all.
He broke her mind and body then turned her into a monster. And ever since, she had done nothing but try and make sure that everyone else experienced the same such fate.
"It's time for tea," I heard her say. "Let's go home, Dalton." She turned back to face me. "Goodnight, Daddy. Stop letting the pixies in your mind. They bite."
She turned and started walking back to her house with her companion.
I did not know what possessed me to do it, but I sprinted after them.
"I'll escort you both home. Darla will have a conniption fit if I let you walk home alone with only a single minion for protection," I told her but only received as smile in return.
I wasn't certain, but I think I smiled back.
TBC
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Chapter End Notes:
I am a bit rusty in portraying Angel in this chapter. Or at least I think I am. If you noticed, I inserted his point of view in what happened in the Halloween debacle and how Buffy was able to hide from him what happened. I initially planned to give him an entire chapter with his own reaction but scrapped it since I don't like to give him too much focus since he's not really the main character in this fic.
I hope you don't mind Drusilla's reactions in this chapter. I tried to show that she is still having flashbacks when Angel is in close proximity, which you can see when Angel first grabbed her. Then how quick her attitude towards him changed because despite what happened to her in the past and her soul's anger towards what Angelus did to her, she has accepted that Angel is still her Sire and creator. I tried to make it as though she still fears her Daddy and is still angry at him but at the same time, show that her soulled version has moved on from that and wants to have an amicable relationship with Angelus' soulled version as well.
Your thoughts on what happened in this chapter are appreciated, if you decide to leave a feedback. Thanks for reading hope to see you in the next one!
