Angelus looked up at his first creation. The vampire's body was slack, the fight and fire extinguished. It hadn't taken a week. The boy was weak. He snarled. Darla had told him to pick another, but he hadn't listened, too eager to prove himself to accept guidance from his sire. He needed family now, or the disappointment would be nothing more than dust on the floor. Penn was beyond fighting, beyond anything other than starvation. Angelus stroked the still firm body dangling in front of him and considered his options. Penn lacked the devotion of Drusilla. The boy had always wanted to be his equal. A cruel smile flitted across his face. It was time to remind him about the true order of things.

"Cut this one down and take him to my room." He heard the minions scramble to do his bidding as he stepped out into the garden. The night's entertainment arranged, his mind turned to his true goal. Buffy would be the ultimate testimony to his genius. He took a few minutes to picture Buffy on her knees before him. Her hot mouth open as he rammed himself down her throat. It was such a delicious image. He wouldn't turn her right away. No, he wanted to enjoy her heat and her beautiful agony.

He shivered in anticipation. He would chain young William to the wall and the slayer to his bed. It would be delightful. He could trade off playing with them for as long as he wished.

"Daddy is dreaming such wonderful dreams." Drusilla spun as she emerged from the deeper shadows. "The daylight will die and the world plunge deep as he brings the sun to heel. Oh, how she'll scream."

"Will she scream?" Angel smiled at his beloved daughter as she spun to him with a blood smeared mouth. He licked the blood from her lips and looked at her with mocking severity. "Waste not, want not, m'iníon dheas."

She giggled and rubbed against him. Her cool body shifted enticingly against his. Her throaty moan brought a smile to his lips. She stepped away from him swinging her hips and resumed spinning. Her skirts flared out around her like a bell as her happy laughter rang out.

"She will scream and plead as her world dissolves. The daylight will hide and we shall revel in her pain. It will be delicious, Daddy. Her body will be broken and you will bathe in her blood." She fell against him, stopping her whirl of motion. Her eyes danced in the moonlight as she looked up at him and stroked his chest. "Will you play with me, Daddy?"

He stoked his fingers through her silky hair and kissed the tip of her nose. She was his masterpiece and he found he could adore her once more. Their bond reaffirmed in shared blood was stronger than ever.

"Shall we send the minions out for something young and luscious to share?" He touched her chin with fling index finger, delighting in her quick move to bite it. "We could let Penn watch while we feed and frolic with fresh flesh."

"Then I could offer him one of the almost empty ones we keep for the minions," Drusilla said.

"He will need some blood to survive what I have planned. Do you want to join me in this evenings endeavor?"

"I shouldn't." She dropped her eyes and stepped away from him her body quivering like a newly drawn bowstring. "He was first."

"You were faithful, Princess. I want to reward you." He jerked her back against him and ran his fangs along her wrist.

"My boy was naughty today. He tried to feed without my permission." She looked up at him through her sooty lashes. "We could punish him together."

"Chain him up in my room, Dru. Penn needs reminding of his place in our world. We can trade off between them." He stroked the side of her face and she turned her head toward his hand, purring.

"I adore you, Daddy."

He pulled her into a tight embrace. Her long supple form filled his arms. She hummed a nursery rhyme against his chest. He stroked her back and squashed his irritation with her. He missed having a sane female about, but Drusilla would always be his princess, the ultimate testimony to his superiority.

Movement caught his eyes and he watched as the twins moved silently behind the minions dragging Penn up to his room. They were a lovely pair.

"They want Sophie, but she has gone missing from inside. Penn kept her weak and left her without care." Drusilla's gaze turned inward as her visions played through her mind. "The pixies sing for her, so happy. I want to bite them all. Nasty little pixies."

"I would love to see young Sophie again." Angelus ignored Dru's ramblings and smiled as he considered usurping Penn's place with the cursed vampiress. Her blonde beauty had rivaled Darla's. He rubbed his chin and considered forcing Penn to give her as tribute. Her place would be secure above her sire's. "What demon could resist? She is such a clever thing, pretty too."

"Her cup spilled over and she left us, pretty flowers in her hair. She glows too brightly now." Drusilla's eyes sparkled as she bent back over his arm to look up at the stars. "Penn breaks all his toys, Daddy."

"Shall we punish him for that?" He bent over her and bit her throat lightly, enjoying the spill of blood on her pale skin. Drusilla nodded and gazed upon him with eager devotion. He licked the wound, closing it, and cleaned the blood off her with long strokes of his tongue.

"Go string your boy up, my dear. I'll join you in a moment." He felt the shift of his clothing as she rushed by, eager to do his bidding. Her words played through his mind. "The world will dissolve and she will scream. I need to figure that out."