So sorry it has taken me so long to update. Here is Drusilla, one of my favorite minor characters, POV on Buffy.

This story, supposed to be drabbles, had now taken on a vague but obvious plot. Don't quite know how that happened.

Oh well, enjoy!

Drusilla

Miss Edith didn't like the slayer. She was a bad bad girl, yes. She took her Angel's heart and corrupted it, she stained him. And then when her daddy came back he still reeked of the Slayer. And the slayer had gotten her Spike, too. She had longed for daddy but her Spike had wanted the slayer too, had wanted her more than his Dru.

Sometimes life just wasn't fair.

And the Slayer was a Slayer and Drusilla was a vampire and though she may have been insane she wasn't stupid. The slayer was her natural enemy.

Drusilla and her daddy and her sweet William wanted to dance the crimson dance but the nasty golden Slayer wanted to burn them all up, all except for daddy and daddy wanted to burn the whole world because of her.

Obsession. It was a concept that Drusilla was very familiar with. It had created her after all. But she had known that this time something was different. Her daddy, she had already come to realize, wanted the slayer. That was fine, daddy had always liked pretty things. And then he liked to break them. But the slayer wasn't breaking and her daddy wasn't trying very hard. He had killed the badevilgypseywitch and he had killed some fishies but the slayer and everyone she cared about? Safe.

Drusilla had been livid. The slayer was spoiling her family. So Dru had been a Naughty Girl and encouraged daddy to hate the golden slayer. The stars had been Most Unhappy with Dru. She had lost her daddy and then she lost her Spike and everything was wrong wrong wrong.

Drusilla sighed. It hadn't been the slayer's fault, poor lamb. She had been all lost and helpless and no one had been there to guide her. To guide her to daddy.

"Except me" she said guiltily. She sighed. Dru had been such a bad girl.

The slayer was such a tasty treat too. Like peaches and honey. Sweet. But Dru knew the rules. Little girls can look but they must not touch. You weren't to break things that belonged to someone else. Dru knew that if she tried to play with the Slayer then her daddy would end her. She looked like a doll and Dru knew she was fragile like one, but she was alive and kittens could bite even before they became lionesses. And the slayer would soon be a lioness.

She had been given a chance to make things right. Her visions had lead her to a shaman, a shaman who could send soul to heaven and make it so they had to stay there. So they couldn't be ripped out and brought back like the blackred witch had done.

A shaman who was now preparing a spell to remove the supposedly bound soul of the Angel-beast who was living with the Slayer in the wonderful sparkly city of lights. Dru did so like Paris. Her daddy would come back and turn the Slayer and she would not only have her daddy but she would get a new mummy.

Drusilla cooed.

Wasn't love wonderful?

Thoughts? Comments?