"Bloody…watch where you're going!" A blond man cried as he ran into the tall dark haired man. The dark haired man didn't flinch at the contact and the girls who were by his side stepped out of the way for the young man. The blond gathered his pages up and starts to walk to the nearest alley. He sat down on the stack of pallets and ripped up his writing as tears followed steadily from his eyes.
"And I wonder… What possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?" A cute young woman asked as she stepped out of the shadows; it was Drusilla. Her long dark brown hair was curled and parts of it pinned up. She wore a blue dress and coat with laced black gloves.
"Nothing. I wish to be alone."
"Oh I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory." She ran her hand twice over her stomach. "That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head." The blond stood up and held his hand up to stop her approach.
"That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse I tell you." Drusilla leaned slightly forward and smiled amused.
"Don't need your purse silly." She closed the distance between them pointed to his heart then his head as she spoke. "Your wealth lies here…and here. In the spirit and…imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine." The man looked at her as if he'd found someone who actually understood.
"Oh, yes! I mean no. I mean…mother's expecting me." He backed himself into the column behind him. Drusilla opened the collar of his shirt and looked at his pounding veins.
"I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something…effulgent." That look crossed his face again.
"Effulgent." He mused. Drusilla ran her laced finger over his neck.
"Do you want it?" She asked.
"Oh yes!" Drusilla allows him to touch her chest. "God yes." Drusilla looked down for a moment allowing her face to change and her fangs to descend. Spike looked at her confused and opened his mouth to protest. Drusilla buried her fangs in his neck. "Ow..Ow!" He complained. "Ow, ow! Ohhh…"
Laughter could be heard outside the empty room. Suddenly the two large oak doors swung open and Drusilla walked in with her new playmate William. When the doors shut behind them William grabbed Drusilla by her waist and pulled her against the wall with him. He kissed her energetically and she giggled again.
"Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow." She ran her fingers across his chest in a pawing motion. "You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?" William smirked and held her closer.
"I've got you to feast on now, pet." Drusilla laughed softly and pulled away from him, walking further into the parlor. "Is this your home?" He asked her as he looked around in bewilderment.
"Their home." Drusilla said as she pointed to two dead corpses on the sofa by the window. "Ambassador to…something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings." Drusilla leaned closer to William and put her hand up to her mouth as if she were telling a secret. "Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner." William looked up from the corpses.
"Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang-?" His words stopped when his gaze fell to the tall dark figure in the doorway.
"Look what I made. It's called Willy."
"William." William corrected her. Drusilla frowned and mouthed his name.
"Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William." Angelus stepped out of the shadows, moving closer to her, revealing a bruise on his face.
"Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious master sent for her. You know Darla; Master's pet." Drusilla pouted.
"Oh. Poor Angelus." Angelus smiled at her.
"Ah don't fret, Dru. We'll make up." Angelus touched his bruise. "Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. So, instead of just feeding off this…William…you went and turned him into one of us? Another rooster in the henhouse."
"You're not cross with me, are you?" Angelus walked over to William.
"Cross?" He grabbed William's arm and forced it into the ray of sunlight that beamed through the closed curtain. "Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?" William jerked his arm away and frowned.
"Touch me again-" Angelus didn't allow him to finish the threat.
"Don't mistake me, I do love the ladies. It's just lately…I've been wondering…" He held his own fist into the sun light. "What it's be like…to share the slaughter of innocents…with another man. Don't think that makes me some kind of deviant, hmm? Do you?" Staring at Angelus William finally understood and he stuck his hand in the sunlight as well. Angelus roared in laughter. "Au Ah! I like this one! You and me, we're gonna be the best of friends. William joined in on his laughter while Drusilla watched the strange display. When the laughing fest was over both men turned to Drusilla.
"What is it?" She asked. Angelus sat down next to the dead couple and looked at William.
"Why don't you break Willy here in?" Drusilla smirked and ran her hand seductively in over her stomach.
"You mean it?" She asked excitedly. William looked at Drusilla confused. Angelus smirked and leaned back.
"Of course precious." Drusilla out stretched her hand to William.
"Come my sweet Willy." She smiled deviously. William took her outstretched hand and let her lead him into the bedroom off the parlor. She shut the double doors behind them and turned to face William. She pulled her laced gloves off and let them fall to the ground.
"What does he mean break me in?" Drusilla unbuttoned her coat and pulled it off.
"A proper hello is in store." She laughed and pulled the blue dress off, leaving her in only a shin length night gown and brown corset. William catching on to her plan undid his pants as she closed the distance. She smirked and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Drusilla growled seductively. She moved on William forcing him inside of her. "Ah…" She smiled. William thrust into her and forced her head back in pleasure. "Oh Willy." She moaned. William pushed her down on the bed and forced her gown up, thrusting forcefully. Drusilla laughed manically. William found her laughter invigorating.
William showed Drusilla the living room of his mother's home. She spun in a circle and looked at the parlor.
"Ooh, such a pretty house you have, my sweet William. It smells of daffodils…and viscera. Drusilla sat down on the couch.
"Don't get too attached, now. Won't be here long, love."
"Well then…" She patted the seat next to her. "Shall we give it a proper goodbye? Rrrufff."
"You're a saucy one, aren't you?" William smirked and sat next to her, kissing her vigorously. "Dru, we'll bring this world to its knees." Drusilla smiled as he leaned her back.
"It's ripe and ready, my darling, waiting for us to devour its fruit."
"We'll ravage this city together, my pet. Lay waste to all of Europe. The three of us will teach those snobs and elitists with their falderal just what?" Drusilla looked at him slightly confused.
"Three?" William nodded and smirked.
"You, me, and mother. We'll open up their veins and bathe in their blood as they scream our names across-?" He noticed Drusilla's expression. "What?"
"You…you want to bring your mum with us?" William nodded.
"Well, yeah. You'll like her."
"To eat you mean?"