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BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,603
Reviews:
4
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Disclaimer: I own nothing…not a bloody thing…except my imagination…=) neither do I own the song “No time to cry” by The sisters of Mercy. All in all…just borrowing from the masters…=)
AN: Thanks to my beta; Isabelle. =) And to “min lilla ängel”! Love ya hun!
AN 2: any mistakes still there are mine and only mine. (Oh! Looks like I do own something!)
“Everything will be alright,
everything will turn out fine.
Some nights I still can't sleep
and the voices pass with time
And I keep;
No time for tears
No time to run and hide
No time to be afraid of fear
I keep no time to cry.”
After leaving Brazil Drusilla had travelled alone, dumping her slime demon playmate behind, and trading it instead for London. Once there the voices told her of the human. That combined with missing both Spike and her daddy brought her back to Sunnydale.
The stars where all acting strange tonight, whispering in an even monotone way, instructing her to go to the park. She didn’t like it, but as always she listened carefully to what they said. She did understand something important was going to happen. If it had something to do with the change she dreaded or not, she didn’t know, but when they whispered to her she listened carefully and did what they told her to. Daddy had said she should listen for him and being a good girl that is what she did.
Maybe she would find Spike there! She had missed him, regretting her refusal to return to him something terrible. She had been stupid, letting her anger cloud the simple fact that she, despite everything, needed him. She missed his touch, his voice…his smell, his bite, the pain he gave so freely…
He was her fixed mark in the world raging around her. Surely he would take her back; of this she had no fear. Her William loved her just as she loved him. He always had and always would. He had said forever and meant it.
In her mind refusing him was nothing. They had split up before, both she and Spike finding “love” in others. But in the end it was always them again.
Smiling to herself she sat down on one of the many benches that lined the grovelled pathway leading through the park. Cautiously she straitened the wrinkles out in her wide skirt, her long slender fingers drawing small designs on the material.
When she had her childe back he would help her find a way to bring daddy back. This, she was sure of. He could deny it, fight it all he wanted, but she knew with her whole heart Spike loved Angelus.
No! Not the off-daddy that had returned after shagging the nasty slayer! Drusilla hadn’t really liked him. He hurt her and not in the way she liked and craved. Off-daddy had been bad.
No, Spikey loved her sire from back when; The Angelus from the beginning. And he in turn had loved her boy. Darla hadn’t liked that!
She giggled.
No, no not at all. Her grandmother…No! Drusilla wasn’t supposed to call her that. Silly naughty girl! Her daddy’s mommy had been ever so jealous of the love between the two male vampires.
Drusilla had only been proud. Proud as a mother could possibly be. Angelus had loved what she had created. It was so simple. She had seen it from the second her gaze had fallen upon the distraught human. He had been perfect! Full of misery and pain…pain in his eyes and in his soul. She took that away…ate it all up…
He had become her own precious Spike. Angelus had helped her. Oh, daddy had fussed and growled in the beginning but had eventually seen what she herself had seen all along. Spike was perfect! Just like her dark daddy. They where two of a kind…her wicked angels…
* * *
London 1880.
Drusilla sat cross-legged on the floor petting the small black kitten Angelus had brought her the night before. The animal purred contently under her gentle ministrations, its small paws clenching and unclenching in pleasure.
Angelus watched her over the edge of the book he was reading and smiled. She was so beautiful. The picture of innocence where she sat, but of course he knew better.
“Where’s your William Dru?”
“Here.” The blue-eyed male demon entered the room taking a seat opposite the other male.
“Ay, there you are...”
William looked up when he heard the suggestive tone in Angelus voice. That hadn’t been there before!
“Ehhh…yeah. What are you reading?”
The dark demon handed the book over, watching as William turned it over in his hands. He loved those hands. Thoughts of what those hands could do to him almost made him purr.
“De Sade? Why aren’t I surprised?”
“Because you’re clever?” Angelus smiled taking the offered book back.
“Must be that. Still up for our trip to Yorkshire?”
“Of course! Drusilla are you coming too?”
“Yes! Darla is going to show me the right way to steal a tongue. But only if I’m ever so nice for her. I am nice, aren’t I my angel?”
“The nicest my princess. Just like you’ve always been.”
Beaming Drusilla lifted the kitten rubbing her cheek against its silken fur.
“We’ll have so much fun! Willie…”
“William.” The youngest male demon cut in.
“…will play naughty and daddy will bark. Grrr-off!” she snapped her teeth together inches from the animals face.
“Spikes for my Willie and a heart for my king. Fun and games all around you see?”
“Yes.” Angelus answered absent-mindedly, more interested in watching William.
“Don’t worry my pretty boy. You’ll still smell as sweet even with you’re new name.”
William looked to Angelus and smiled.
“New name Dru?”
“Yes.” The lovely vampire stood lightly and started to spin in slow circles. “They sing it…over and over and over again. It’s so very nice my sweet, right and true. Like tiny children locked in a burning orphanage!” coming to a halt her dazed eyes drifted over to the mantelpiece where a fire was burning. “Hot and bright…Can we burn the children William? I like their screams, fills my heart with birds and makes me want to fly away…”
“Naturally. Anything you want.” he answered his dark goddess, but his blue eyes stayed on the male.
Angelus raised a brow, a challenge in his dark eyes.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really…” William answered with a slight smirk. He had wanted the older vampire from the second he’d seen him. Wanting a man should upset him; William knew this. But he didn’t care and obviously neither did his demon.
“You’re mine boy…”
William drowned in Angelus smouldering eyes and did so willingly. He had a feeling that something that was suppose to be was happening. Fate? Impatiently he licked his suddenly dry lips, Angelus eyes darkening to almost pitch black. They both leaned towards each other…Williams’s unneeded breath caressing the older vampires face, his parted lips…
Drusilla leaned forward, her eyes wide as she watched them. Finally! They would kiss and then play. Heat spread through her body, moisture pooling between her legs. She would join and everything would be good again. Maybe even Darla would leave and make everything perfect…her smile faded as she noticed the door opening.
The loaded silence was suddenly disturbed by the sound of swishing dresses as Darla entered the room. Carelessly she flopped down next to the dark vampire.
“Angelus darling, I’m bored.”
Drusilla hissed wordlessly against the soft fur of her prezzie, holding the weakly protesting creature pressed to her chest. Bloody daft tart! Always messing everything up…
With a heavy sigh Angelus leaned back and took his sires hand.
“Do you wish to go out?”
William felt as though something had been brutally ripped from his hands; his very being. It left him immobile long after the two other vampires had left the room. His mind desperately tried to figure out exactly what it was he where so suddenly missing, but it stayed just out of reach. Almost taunting him. Growling silently he stood holding his hand out for Drusilla.
Drusilla looked at him, pity in her eyes slowly bleeding to fury. Grandmother would burn, the fires catching her and turning her to screaming dust. Yes…the stars whispered excitedly. She would fall and daddy would laugh! Pleased with that she wringed the kitten’s neck, dropping the carcass to the floor at her side. With a smile she took his offered hand. No time for prezzies, when her Willie was hurting, no time at all.
* * *
Why they never became lovers, Drusilla didn’t know but Darla hadn’t made things easier with her jealous fits and constant demanding of Angelus time.
Time had rushed forward, twisted and turned around them and when the two males met again, Spike had been a master in his own right. Maybe off-daddy had feared him then, only treating her sick Spikey with vicious contempt. Silly boys! Didn’t they see how much fun they could have together?
She was suddenly brought out of her internal musings by the feeling of someone approaching. The voices, she suddenly noticed, remained surprisingly quiet. Usually they told her who was coming or at least why…
Drusilla frowned. Gracefully she stood and scanned her surroundings. Whoever was coming, wasn’t anyone good. Her skin crawled and small tingles of unease ran up and down her spine. It seemed like the very air itself was dirty, and slimy against her skin.
Her eyes fell upon a cloaked figure walking along the path towards her. She couldn’t see its face and somehow knew she should be grateful for that. A few metres away it stopped, a rasping yet razor-sharp voice breaking through the unnaturally heavy silence.
“You shall deliver a message vampire.”
Drusilla took a step back, fighting both her own fear and her demons need to break through and defend its host.
“A message?” Still the voices remained silent in her mind.
“In blood...”
She didn’t have time to react before the creature was upon her; long knife like talons cutting through her skin wrenching a forlorn scream from her lips.
TBC…
(Next chap; enter Willow…)
AN3; Please review, it makes it a whole lot more fun to write if I know what you think, good or bad!
AN: Thanks to my beta; Isabelle. =) And to “min lilla ängel”! Love ya hun!
AN 2: any mistakes still there are mine and only mine. (Oh! Looks like I do own something!)
“Everything will be alright,
everything will turn out fine.
Some nights I still can't sleep
and the voices pass with time
And I keep;
No time for tears
No time to run and hide
No time to be afraid of fear
I keep no time to cry.”
After leaving Brazil Drusilla had travelled alone, dumping her slime demon playmate behind, and trading it instead for London. Once there the voices told her of the human. That combined with missing both Spike and her daddy brought her back to Sunnydale.
The stars where all acting strange tonight, whispering in an even monotone way, instructing her to go to the park. She didn’t like it, but as always she listened carefully to what they said. She did understand something important was going to happen. If it had something to do with the change she dreaded or not, she didn’t know, but when they whispered to her she listened carefully and did what they told her to. Daddy had said she should listen for him and being a good girl that is what she did.
Maybe she would find Spike there! She had missed him, regretting her refusal to return to him something terrible. She had been stupid, letting her anger cloud the simple fact that she, despite everything, needed him. She missed his touch, his voice…his smell, his bite, the pain he gave so freely…
He was her fixed mark in the world raging around her. Surely he would take her back; of this she had no fear. Her William loved her just as she loved him. He always had and always would. He had said forever and meant it.
In her mind refusing him was nothing. They had split up before, both she and Spike finding “love” in others. But in the end it was always them again.
Smiling to herself she sat down on one of the many benches that lined the grovelled pathway leading through the park. Cautiously she straitened the wrinkles out in her wide skirt, her long slender fingers drawing small designs on the material.
When she had her childe back he would help her find a way to bring daddy back. This, she was sure of. He could deny it, fight it all he wanted, but she knew with her whole heart Spike loved Angelus.
No! Not the off-daddy that had returned after shagging the nasty slayer! Drusilla hadn’t really liked him. He hurt her and not in the way she liked and craved. Off-daddy had been bad.
No, Spikey loved her sire from back when; The Angelus from the beginning. And he in turn had loved her boy. Darla hadn’t liked that!
She giggled.
No, no not at all. Her grandmother…No! Drusilla wasn’t supposed to call her that. Silly naughty girl! Her daddy’s mommy had been ever so jealous of the love between the two male vampires.
Drusilla had only been proud. Proud as a mother could possibly be. Angelus had loved what she had created. It was so simple. She had seen it from the second her gaze had fallen upon the distraught human. He had been perfect! Full of misery and pain…pain in his eyes and in his soul. She took that away…ate it all up…
He had become her own precious Spike. Angelus had helped her. Oh, daddy had fussed and growled in the beginning but had eventually seen what she herself had seen all along. Spike was perfect! Just like her dark daddy. They where two of a kind…her wicked angels…
* * *
London 1880.
Drusilla sat cross-legged on the floor petting the small black kitten Angelus had brought her the night before. The animal purred contently under her gentle ministrations, its small paws clenching and unclenching in pleasure.
Angelus watched her over the edge of the book he was reading and smiled. She was so beautiful. The picture of innocence where she sat, but of course he knew better.
“Where’s your William Dru?”
“Here.” The blue-eyed male demon entered the room taking a seat opposite the other male.
“Ay, there you are...”
William looked up when he heard the suggestive tone in Angelus voice. That hadn’t been there before!
“Ehhh…yeah. What are you reading?”
The dark demon handed the book over, watching as William turned it over in his hands. He loved those hands. Thoughts of what those hands could do to him almost made him purr.
“De Sade? Why aren’t I surprised?”
“Because you’re clever?” Angelus smiled taking the offered book back.
“Must be that. Still up for our trip to Yorkshire?”
“Of course! Drusilla are you coming too?”
“Yes! Darla is going to show me the right way to steal a tongue. But only if I’m ever so nice for her. I am nice, aren’t I my angel?”
“The nicest my princess. Just like you’ve always been.”
Beaming Drusilla lifted the kitten rubbing her cheek against its silken fur.
“We’ll have so much fun! Willie…”
“William.” The youngest male demon cut in.
“…will play naughty and daddy will bark. Grrr-off!” she snapped her teeth together inches from the animals face.
“Spikes for my Willie and a heart for my king. Fun and games all around you see?”
“Yes.” Angelus answered absent-mindedly, more interested in watching William.
“Don’t worry my pretty boy. You’ll still smell as sweet even with you’re new name.”
William looked to Angelus and smiled.
“New name Dru?”
“Yes.” The lovely vampire stood lightly and started to spin in slow circles. “They sing it…over and over and over again. It’s so very nice my sweet, right and true. Like tiny children locked in a burning orphanage!” coming to a halt her dazed eyes drifted over to the mantelpiece where a fire was burning. “Hot and bright…Can we burn the children William? I like their screams, fills my heart with birds and makes me want to fly away…”
“Naturally. Anything you want.” he answered his dark goddess, but his blue eyes stayed on the male.
Angelus raised a brow, a challenge in his dark eyes.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really…” William answered with a slight smirk. He had wanted the older vampire from the second he’d seen him. Wanting a man should upset him; William knew this. But he didn’t care and obviously neither did his demon.
“You’re mine boy…”
William drowned in Angelus smouldering eyes and did so willingly. He had a feeling that something that was suppose to be was happening. Fate? Impatiently he licked his suddenly dry lips, Angelus eyes darkening to almost pitch black. They both leaned towards each other…Williams’s unneeded breath caressing the older vampires face, his parted lips…
Drusilla leaned forward, her eyes wide as she watched them. Finally! They would kiss and then play. Heat spread through her body, moisture pooling between her legs. She would join and everything would be good again. Maybe even Darla would leave and make everything perfect…her smile faded as she noticed the door opening.
The loaded silence was suddenly disturbed by the sound of swishing dresses as Darla entered the room. Carelessly she flopped down next to the dark vampire.
“Angelus darling, I’m bored.”
Drusilla hissed wordlessly against the soft fur of her prezzie, holding the weakly protesting creature pressed to her chest. Bloody daft tart! Always messing everything up…
With a heavy sigh Angelus leaned back and took his sires hand.
“Do you wish to go out?”
William felt as though something had been brutally ripped from his hands; his very being. It left him immobile long after the two other vampires had left the room. His mind desperately tried to figure out exactly what it was he where so suddenly missing, but it stayed just out of reach. Almost taunting him. Growling silently he stood holding his hand out for Drusilla.
Drusilla looked at him, pity in her eyes slowly bleeding to fury. Grandmother would burn, the fires catching her and turning her to screaming dust. Yes…the stars whispered excitedly. She would fall and daddy would laugh! Pleased with that she wringed the kitten’s neck, dropping the carcass to the floor at her side. With a smile she took his offered hand. No time for prezzies, when her Willie was hurting, no time at all.
* * *
Why they never became lovers, Drusilla didn’t know but Darla hadn’t made things easier with her jealous fits and constant demanding of Angelus time.
Time had rushed forward, twisted and turned around them and when the two males met again, Spike had been a master in his own right. Maybe off-daddy had feared him then, only treating her sick Spikey with vicious contempt. Silly boys! Didn’t they see how much fun they could have together?
She was suddenly brought out of her internal musings by the feeling of someone approaching. The voices, she suddenly noticed, remained surprisingly quiet. Usually they told her who was coming or at least why…
Drusilla frowned. Gracefully she stood and scanned her surroundings. Whoever was coming, wasn’t anyone good. Her skin crawled and small tingles of unease ran up and down her spine. It seemed like the very air itself was dirty, and slimy against her skin.
Her eyes fell upon a cloaked figure walking along the path towards her. She couldn’t see its face and somehow knew she should be grateful for that. A few metres away it stopped, a rasping yet razor-sharp voice breaking through the unnaturally heavy silence.
“You shall deliver a message vampire.”
Drusilla took a step back, fighting both her own fear and her demons need to break through and defend its host.
“A message?” Still the voices remained silent in her mind.
“In blood...”
She didn’t have time to react before the creature was upon her; long knife like talons cutting through her skin wrenching a forlorn scream from her lips.
TBC…
(Next chap; enter Willow…)
AN3; Please review, it makes it a whole lot more fun to write if I know what you think, good or bad!