A/N this is my first Strange Angels fanfic. I've read all the books and absolutely love the Dru and Graves pairing. For a while I was all for Christophe and Dru but the tides turned when I read the last two books. They are honestly perfect together and I was so happy to hear that Lili herself was a fan of them. I was so pissed off with the ending and read it like five times because I was so freaked. Anyway here's what I think happens when Graves returns to Dru.

A/N p2: So I decided to go and re-edit this story, as I wrote this years ago. Let me know what you think!

Warning- It's M rated for a reason.

I'm Back

I sat alone on the roof of the Schola, gazing out at the city sky line as the sun settled behind the skyscrapers. Lately I've been getting up considerably early, way more early than usual but I like being up here before the Schola comes alive with Dhampir and Wulfen. Above the Schola it was quiet and calm, nothing but the faint light from the street lamps below me or the distant sound of a horn blaring from the city.

I came up here for the solitude. When I was out here in the open evening air with the biting, almost sub-zero temperatures, I was at ease. I think part of it was because the freezing weather matched how I felt on the inside, inside my heart to be exact. The guys were starting to call me the 'Ice Bitch' because of my frosty exterior but I didn't care. I didn't really care about anything that much anymore.

I tried to be strong some days, to act like as if it wasn't painful to think that my Goth Boy was hundreds of miles away trying to find himself after he was kept captive by Sergej. It hurt so much to think about him sometimes. There are days where I would be so upset over his absence that I hated him for leaving me. But then as the sun started to rise and the Djamphirs and Wulfen started to fall asleep, I would lie there in my room, letting tears roll out of my eyes.

I was pulled out of my sombre thoughts by Christophe lurking somewhere behind me. I've gotten used to him popping up at random moments now. This time I actually smelt him before he called my name. His apple pie smell alerting me of his presence.

'Moj Ptaszku, it's very cold out here. Please come inside before you freeze to death.' He said in a gentle voice. He tried to touch me but I shrugged him off.

'Leave me alone, Chris.' I replied gloomily. I heard him sigh but he didn't leave.

'Sulking out here in the twilight will not bring back your Loup-Garou, Kochana.'

He was right, but I sat there for a few more minutes, not caring if Christophe stayed or not. Eventually the sun disappeared, streaking the sky with orange and indigo. Letting out a puff of air I staggered to my feet. Christophe offered me his hand but I rejected it and brushed past him. I heard him sigh again but he said nothing. I have to admit, Chris was doing a good job of not letting my shitty attitude affect him, I wondered if he'd be stick it out much longer or be the next one to leave me. Without much else I started towards the steel drain pipe and began to climb down it, balancing delicately on a window ledge and climbing across to my window which I left open ajar.

I sighed in relief when I saw Christophe hadn't followed me but my relief was short lived. A knock on my door had me straightening up in alert.

'Dru? You awake?' It was Nat. I strode over to the door, my combat boots making not a sound as I walked across the wooden floor. The door opened with a barely audible creak and Nat stood before me with Ash beside her. His eyes looked up at with that hauntingly, innocent stare. A childish smile came to his lips and he started yipping about when he saw me. I gave him a small smile and greeted Nat. She looked beautiful as usual with her dark hair and eyes, complimented by her caramel skin. I envied her looks but never said anything.

'Hey, Nat' I said, stepping out of my room and closing the door after me.

'Hey, girl. Lokk at you! You're all dressed. This is a nice surprise, it seems I won't be spending the next half hour waking your grumpy ass up.' she chirped happily.

'Yeah, I know, but don't get too happy now. Let's get some chow.' I grumbled as all three of us made our way to the food hall. Upon our arrival I received a wide berth from everyone. Getting ogled at and a few whispers could be heard here and there as we passed the tables. Nat managed to find one a bit away from the rest of the students and sat me down.

'I'll get us some pancakes-' she paused, sniffing the air. 'Yum. and some bacon too. Be back in a few.' She called over her shoulder, moving off towards the food counter. I waved her away and slouched in my seat, tugging my sweater over my hands. It wasn't actually my sweater, it was Graves'. He had left it behind in a clothes hamper where I dug it out. Even though it reeked of cigarettes, my heightened Svetocha senses could smell the strawberry scent of him still lingering between the clothe's fibres.

The chairs around my table screeched with the arrival of my Wulfen friends. I looked at them briefly but didn't join their conversations. I replied to their good mornings of course but that was it. They were used to me keeping to myself these days. glancing around the table, I noticed Shanks was missing.

'Where's Bobby?' I asked, my question directed to Dibs who blinked up at me with light blue eyes.

'With Nat.' he nodded toward the food counter where Nat was waiting in line, Shank's tall frame beside her. I was happy for her and Shanks, they looked good together and after the whole ordeal the group of us face, this was a little silver lining. However, it still left me smarting, if only I could have happiness of my own.

After breakfast we separated to go to class. Some of the teachers got on my nerves by asking me how I felt about topics and all I wanted to do was scream 'I don't fucking know! Stop asking me!' but I remained silent, loathing my special attention in secret.

I had sparring with Christophe last thing. When bell rang, mimicking a real high school, I made my way to the gymnasium, dragging my boots on the abused linoleum floor. A few Djamphirs passed me on the corridors but they didn't look me in the eye. Their languid movement still irked.

Christophe stood in the middle of the sparring mats waiting for me. His arms were crossed over his chest while he wore a passive expression on his face. I stood a few feet away from him and gave him my own signature look.

'Hello, Malutka. How are you?' he asked in a serene voice, his eyes assessing me.

'Fine. What are we doing today, using Malaika or physical combat?' I asked dully.

'We will be doing combat…but today I want to try something different. I would like you to fight me like you would a Nosferatu.' He announced. I stared at him for a moment then narrowed my eyes at him.

'Ok.' I said quietly, slugging my bag across the floor, not looking at it as it slid across the room, hitting one of the walls. I focused my eyes on Christophe, deciding my next movements. I suddenly leaped towards Christophe, the aspect flowing through me like oil. My small fangs sharpened, my senses exploded and my emotions went rampant. Christophe's aspect flourished through him too. His hair was high lighted with blonde and his clear blue eyes seemed to brighten to an otherworldly colour.

Christophe didn't move as a I lunget at him, my arms out and prepared to cause damage. Just as I was about to collide with him, he suddenly blurred out of sight. Out of nowhere I was knocked down to the floor roughly. I grunted in pain from the force of the impact, wincing with weight of Christophe pinning me down.

'Concentrate, Dru.' He warned close to my ear. I gritted my teeth as I built up strength and pushed back on Chris, putting all my weight onto his chest so he was winded as we fell back. I lithely twirled and ducked so I was standing but Christophe was in a fighting stance within a split second. I went after him again and managed to get a hit on him but I wasn't prepared for the punch I got in the middle of my chest and it sent me reeling back so far I bumped against the wall.

Letting out a groan I placed a hand over my sore sternum. 'Get back up, Dru girl! Focus! You can take him down if you push yourself. Centre your strength!' Dad's voice echoed in my head, I could here the timber drawl so clearly it was like he was speaking right into my ear. I closed my eyes to get some concentration. Christophe wanted me to imagine he was a Nosferat? Well then, I'll do just that. Those bastards screwed up the most important person to me and they were going to pay for it.

I moved my head up slowly and stared at Christophe. My locket was like ice on my collar bone. I felt detached from my real self. Christophe wasn't my mentor or friend anymore…Christophe was the enemy, a filthy, disgusting Nosferatu. My aspect had caused my emotions to go into over drive, part of the reason for that was to make sure us Dhampirs fought for our life against the Nosferatu.

I growled deep in my throat and saw red as I charged for Christophe. I saw his face go from fight mode to 'oh shit' right before me as I came closer. Running straight for him we suddenly crashed against each other and I smacked him to the floor. I kneeled over him and started punching him and hitting him with all I had. Christophe picked up on my change and started calling my name in a strict voice.

'Dru! Calm down, moj ptaszku! Calm down!' He commanded, his voice thick with concern.

I hardly heard him, blood was rushing in my ears, nearly blocking out all voices and noises. All I could hear was my heart beat as it pumped rapidly. I kept hitting Christophe but suddenly it was like something in me snapped and I felt something wet run down my check and my eyes blurred. The punches became weaker and weaker until they were just pathetic slaps. When my hearing came back I felt my aspect leave me. I could see it in stray curls that escaped my hair tie. Gold and auburn colours slowly vanished until they were nothing but boring mosey brown again.

My shoulders shook with sobs as I hide my face in my hands. Warm, tender arms enveloped me and I sunk into the embrace. My nose was assaulted my the scent of sweet cinnamon spice.

Christophe held me for a few moments until my tears stopped and I was calmed down enough to speak.

'I'm sorry.' I muttered into Christophe's shoulder, feeling completely drained. I just wanted to hide in my bed for the next week and not have to deal with anyone for a while. Christophe rubbed my back in gentle circleand.

'Hush, Dru. Everything will be alright.' He whispered. I could just about control my blood lust when I smelt the blood trickled from his nose. Shit, I must have broken it, but knowing Christophe and being a Dhampir, there'd be no permanent damage.

Silently Christophe picked me up and brought me up to my room. He went at a super human speed, just that bit faster than a normal Djamphir's running ability. I was being lowered down onto the bed softly within twenty seconds. My eyes closed tiredly as a slight head ache coursed through my temples. Christophe stayed with me, delicately caressing my head as I fell into a slumber.

Later, I was awoken when I faintly heard a creaking sound come from my window, probably Christophe leaving, the sneaky bastard. But then I heard the sound of feet moving around my room. I cracked my eyes open a few millimetres and took a deep, sleepy breath. The smell of smoke and midnight sweeped through the air. I saw a dark figure in the corner of the room, close to the window. A faint chill stole through the window that wasn't fully closed. Christophe wouldn't have left it open. A sweet smell wafted over to me as I sat up groggily, not sure if the dark figure was just my imagination. I had a set of Malaika under my bed attached to the bed's planks and kept a knife beneath my pillow.

The figure wasn't moving and if I looked directly at it I was afraid it would disappear so I watched it form the corner of my eye as I calmly reached for my knife. My heart rate sped up and I felt the aspect slide though me smoothly, my hand closing around the knife's handle. In a rush of adrenalin I pounced out of the bed with my knife posed at the intruder.

A sweet smell like summer fruits filled my nostrils and I bared my teeth as I pushed the stranger back against the wardrobe. They made a soft grunt as I placed the knife dangerously close to their throat, right over a main artery. One cut and they'd be dead.

'Who are you?' I barked at the intruder as I held a forearm against their chest and the knife at their neck. They fumbled before answering and the voice that replied shocked me to the core.

'Jesus Christ, Dru! It's me!' That voice, a voice I could never forget. It was Graves' voice that answered me with panic. Immediately the knife dropped to the floor with a clatter and I took a step back, not quite believing my eyes or ears.

'I'm fucking delusional now.' I mumbled, thinking aloud.

'Dru, It's me. I'm back.' He said evenly, his voice was husky with emotion while his green eyes reflected light eerily almost like a cat's. I stared at him in shock and goose bumps rose up along my skin.

'Graves?.' I whispered hoarsely. I could see him nod slowly. 'Graves.' I repeated, my voice stronger and without much thought I propelled myself into his arms, jumping to wrap my legs around his waist as I clung to him. His arms came to support me and we fell back against the wardrobe. I pushed my face into the crook of his neck, so warm , and breathed in the smell him. The spot where I fed from him so long ago smelling overwhelmingly good. I felt my mouth water just at the thought of Graves' blood.

I quickly pulled my head away from his neck and he gave me an understanding look and turned us around so my back was against the wardrobe instead. He leaned his head close to mine and kissed me tentatively light on the cheek.

'I've missed you so fucking much, Angel. You don't know how many times I had to stop myself from coming to you but I knew I had to fix myself up for us.' he told me quietly, his breath blowing against my cheek. My hands tightened around his shoulders and my heart soared with an emotion that made me feel warm like as if I was sitting next to a camp fire back in the Appalachia's with Granma.

'Dru.' Graves sighed as he lifted a hand up to my face to wipe a away a stray tear. His hand caressed my cheek, his thumb moving back and forth over my cheekbone slowly. He gazed down at me with a range of emotions, one of which caused a heat to rise deep within me. A sudden urge to kiss him coursed through my body and with him finally right in front of me, there was no way I wasn't going to act on it.

I hesitantly leaned my lips against his in a tender peck but immediately I felt his lips respond and it was like we were back a few months ago on my bed when we shared our first kiss.

Graves moved his lips against mine slowly, his strawberry scent circling around me, making me sigh happily as I tightened my arms around him with a sturdier grip. He opened his mouth and teased his tongue against my closed lips, moaned lightly in desire as he managed to open them. Letting our tongues move against each other after such his long absence.

The heat that bloomed in my core steadily grew and I couldn't resist releasing a groan of my own. Graves moved us away from the wardrobe and over to my queen size bed where he lay me down atop the comforter. He didn't join me for a moment, he just watched as I stared up into his jade green eyes. He briefly looked around the room, noticing his leather duster coat hanging on the back of the bedroom door with a smirk.

'Graves, you better get your ass down here before I strangle you for leaving me in the first place.' I growled at him with a no trace of joking in my voice. He didn't need to be told twice, he hastily lay down next to me. I watched him as he picked up my hand and skimmed his lips over my knuckles. They weren't anything to desire in my opinion, they were scarred and rough but he didn't seem to care as he applied a soft kiss to my middle knuckle then moved up to my neck where he sucked the skin lovingly.

'Dru.' he whispered again before sitting up. I sat up with him and searched his eyes. All I saw was love as he cradled my cheek in his warm palm. He pulled me closer to him and placed a scorching kiss against my lips, then leaning us back onto the bed, manoeuvring himself on top of me. My heart was racing and a giddy feeling came over me when I felt his weight push down on me.

Things heated up even more when he peeled his dark, long sleeved shirt off. I inwardly gasped as I marvelled over his well built torso, the Wulfen gene's had caused many changes in him, especially physical ones. The once gawky, frail boy I met out in the Dakotas had now filled out with shaggy, dark hair and a rich, healthy tan. Smooth, strong muscles moved under his skin, leaving me slightly mesmerised and speechless. I looked up in embarrassment when Graves caught me ogling him. I flushed and tried to push him off me but he pinned my arms down and watched me with his luminous green eyes.

'Not often is Dru Anderson left speechless.' He jested, his eyes betraying his hidden lust. I moved my head to the side, suddenly shy of his gaze and my vulnerable position.

'Shut up.' I mumbled, trying to roll away but Graves wasn't letting me go anywhere so soon. Again he caught my arms and kept me locked under his body.

'You know how beautiful you look?' he asked me in the dark, suddenly taking on a serious tone. I shuffled uncomfortably, I could tell my face was probably blushing.

'Graves.' I complained, my scarlet cheeks blazing. I heard Graves chuckle softly, taking one of my hands and placing it over one of his muscled pecks. My face pretty much resembled a tomato as I felt the steady, comforting pound of his heart and the faint 'whoosh' of his blood flowing in his veins. I left my hand on his chest even when he let go.

'I love you.' I blurted and suddenly wished I could hoover my words back up. I stared with doe eyes up at him to see his reaction and he surprised me by slipping his hand around my waist so our bodies were flush against each other intimately and kissed me hungrily. Our tongues mixing once again in an intimate dance. Without much thought, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, bringing his pelvis deliciously close to mine. The kiss we shared was full of wanton desire but there was a loving passion lacing it. Graves teased my lips with gentle bits, before trailing a series of blazing kisses down along me throat to the other side of my neck. I breathed heavily, almost on the verge of panting as he brought his scorching lips back to mine once again.

The heat was becoming unbearable and I wanted to feel his skin on mine, without my frustrating clothes. Pushing Graves back up, he caught on to what I wanted an helped me out of his sweatshirt, which I had been wearing since he left, and then stripped off my sports bra. I moved him back on the bed with my hand so he was kneeling in front of me, breathing deeply. I sat up myself and let my hands rove over his taught stomach and his strong, broad shoulders.

I inched closer to him, encouraging him to lie down which he did, allowing me to daringly straddle him and inwardly take pride at the effect it had on his breathing...among other things. I could feel a very obvious pressure growing against my crotch, coming from Graves' trousers. I placed my hands on either side of his head and let him kiss up and down my neck, gradually moving closer and closer to my chest.

'I love you too, Dru.' Graves whispered as he kissed up to my ear. I froze for a moment then stared down at him.

'Don't leave me ever again, Goth Boy or you won't live to see another day.' I warned and kissed him like I was starved of oxygen.

As we kissed, less and less clothes were left on us. When Graves pulled the comforter over us, we were only in our underwear. The feeling of our naked bodies against each other had my aspect popping up unexpectedly. I could see Graves' face become awed as the aspect made my hair change with red and blonde streaks, curling into perfect waves down my back and shoulders. I could smell his arousal in the air and I bet he could smell mine. I crawled atop of Graves once again, revelling in the feel of his most intimate body part hard and throbbing against my core. Graves kissed me with wild abandon, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth and I his. He curled his arms around my waist, engulfing me in his scent and he leaned up. He peppered my naked breasts with kisses, glancing up at me lustfully as he took one breast into his mouth. I let out a breathy groan, running my hands around his shoulders and neck before nestling them in his ebony hair.

'You smell so good.' He moaned into my skin as he moved to the other breast, causing me to release a gasp. It started to get very intense and suddenly he rolled us over, settling himself on me fully. As he moved his lips against mine languidly, he slipped a hand down under the sheets to my underwear, feeling my neither regions tenderly. My breath hitched as he brought unexplainable pleasure to me, massaging his fingers over me. I moaned into his lips as he moved his fingers up and down, slipping a finger into me and making me hiss at the uneasy yet erotic feeling.

'Shhh.' Graves comforted me as he slid one finger in and out of me gently, letting me get used to the strange sensation. The sound of his heart beat suddenly distracted me and I felt my gums start to throb and a mix of hunger and thirst come alive in my mouth. A wave of hot desire blazed in my pelvis and Graves' finger was sliding into me with more and more ease.

'Graves, I'm hungry.' I said hoarsely, pushing at his broad shoulders. He pulled back, stopping his ministrations with concern clear on his face. 'Blood hunger.' I informed. He gave me an odd look but instead of recoiling from me in disgust he relaxed back down on top of me.

'Try to fight it, Dru.' He encouraged. I tried to combat the blood lust but my mind went all foggy as he pulled my underwear off and then his own so we were completely bare to each other. The only thing keeping me grounded were Graves' beautiful emerald eyes as he looked down at me.

With great care, Graves positioned himself at my entrance. Moving himself up and down, testing my reaction. The large, rounded head of his erection rubbing against my wet core was tantalisingly good. The blood hunger took up most of my concentration as he did this and I let out a hiss as he pushed into me fully, slowly sinking into me and breaking my barrier in the process. I moaned in pain for a few moments, Graves pressing soft kisses against my temple and lips.

'Fuck.' I groaned out as I adjusted to the feel of him inside me. To say it was a tight fit was an understatement, Graves' was big! But the pain began ebbing away as we relaxed in each others arms. When I felt the pain had subsided enough, I brought my knees up and placed both my hands on the bottom of Graves' waist. I tugged slightly, encouraging him to move.

'Oh, shit.' he gasped as he thrust warily, making sure I was ok. After only a few slow thrusts white, hot desire coiled in me as he moved more. I glided my hands up and down his hard back, letting my nails scratch his skin a little bit. I relished the soft groans he produced as I did this and the feel of his muscles undulating beneath his hot skin.

Graves leaned into me, forcing my head into the crook of his neck, exactly where I had bit him months ago. I couldn't help what I did next. As Graves and I were consumed in pleasure, I lost some control and let my teeth, which had sharpened without my notice, sink into his neck. Immediately blood filtered into my mouth and everything exploded behind my eyes. Graves' blood tasted better than anything I'd ever ate or drank. It was like spices mixed with a tangy, metallic taste.I heard Graves let out a guttural moan as I sucked down a mouthful of blood. Graves' arms tightened around me and he pushed my head closer to his neck.

'Jesus Christ.' he muttered as I took another gulp. The true essence of him running down my throat was erotic in a twisted way. However, I managed to stop with great determination, remembering what Christophe said; 'No more than three gulps'. I liked the bite to stop any bleeding then placed my hands on Graves' face, forcing him to look at me.

'Graves, did I hurt you?' I asked worriedly. He shook his head quickly. His dark hair covered his eyes and I brushed it away.

'No, that felt amazing.' He answered. We went silent as passion consumed us once again, Graves continued to move inside me rhythmically. A delicious tension began to build up within me and I noticed Graves' thrusts become harder and more frenzied.

'Graves, you're making me feel so good. I feel like I'm going to explode...please, please don't stop' I panted pleadingly into his ear.

'Shit, Dru, you're going to make me explode too. Hold on, Angel.' He grounded out as he braced himself with his arms resting on either side of my face. His hair was hiding his eyes as he rolled his hips into me. We continued until we reached our climax. Graves came with a loud moan and went rigid as he released into me, then collapsed down beside me, allowing me to rest against him and calm down from my own orgasm. His gathered me close and wove arms around me, making me feel secure and loved as we snoozed. We dozed off for a length of time and when I woke up Graves' arm was curled around my waist, his head resting over my chest. I lazily brushed my fingers through his unruly hair. He'd let the dye come out so his hair wasn't inky black but a rich ebony. Graves jerked awake but relaxed when he realised where he was.

'What's Dru short for?' he asked in the silence. I considered his question for a second before answering.

'Don't laugh but it's my actual name. It's not short for anything... It means loved one.' I muttered and I pinched Graves when I felt him shake with suppressed laughter.

'Well-' he said '-you sure are loved, Dru.' Then placed a loving kiss on my lips.

The End

A/N I think Dru is really Dru's real name. It's of Greek orgion and means 'Loved One'. This is the same for the Welsh name Drew also. Hope you liked my oneshot!