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BtVS AU/AR › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,612
Reviews:
4
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing…not a bloody thing…except my imagination…=) All in all…just borrowing from the masters…=) (the quote is by C.)
AN: Thanks to my brilliant beta; Isabelle. =) And to “min lilla ängel” for excellent advise.
AN 2: any mistakes still there are mine and only mine. (Oh! Looks like I do own something!)
AN3: Dialog in italics between Drusilla and Willow are “mental ones”, that is to say; they are spoken “inside Willows head”.=)
“We turned,
as the world turn,
looked for nothing,
but found…
always when not looking,
we tend to find…
Necessity made us one.
For good or bad?”
“I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this…” the words came tumbling over her lips as the redheaded witch sat, rocking slowly back and forth, on the ground.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Of all the people who could have walked past the park in that moment Drusilla had screamed she had to be the one! Considering all the stupid-ignorant-blind people living in Sunnydale it was a pure wonder in irony that she had passed, that she had been the one to stumble in to this mess. She who actually chose to see the truth and actively fought that evil!
Why her?!
Why had she been the one to get possessed by an evil, murdering demon-bearing crazy vampire? Why not someone ignorant? Why not someone or something equally evil as the one currently residing inside of her?
She was a nice person, one of the good guys, she never did evil things…Ok her recently botched spells apart… Those hadn’t been done with a clear mind…. She hadn’t really been herself…so that didn’t count!
Why her?!
She who even felt guilt thinking that someone else should have had this happening to them…
WHY HER?!
“You make everything twist and turn, up and down, round and round. Makes no sense…Just like umbrellas I think. Not nice! Bad kitten…” The words spoken in a strangely childlike way made her stop moving.
Willow didn’t know wheatear to laugh or cry. This was just…she snorted as both a sob and a bark of laughter passed her lips at the same time.
“Why me?! It’s so unfair!”
“You helped, saved me before the fires even singed my dress…to much icky sugar though, will make ones teeth rot and fall out if you aren’t careful. ”
“Sugar?” Willows mind swirled. “I’m too sweet, too good? What?!”
“Sweet like sugar quills and apple pie. I knew it would be you, knew to late…naughty stars didn’t tell me. So much pain when all I wanted was prezzies, but daddy has forgotten…tsk-tsk. No pretty hearts for princess. He should have remembered. ”
“Remembered what?”
“To give me prezzies” It was delivered in a tone clearly questioning Willows grasp on things that where absolute. The sky was blue, water was wet and “daddy” should have remembered to give Drusilla gifts.
Willow couldn’t stop herself from giggling, then laughing outright.
This whole situation was unreal! She was actually having a conversation with the mad vampire, a conversation taking place in her head…only mad people heard voices, and only mad people had full conversations with someone residing in their heads.
She felt the now familiar feeling of fear laden panic shoot through her.
“I need to find Giles!”
“Giles? ”
“He will know what to do! He has to know…he has books…Of course he’ll know!”
“Off-daddy will know. He knows everything. Ask him and he will tell you all the little secrets…well…maybe if you ask nicely he will. ”
“What? Daddy? No, Giles will know!”
Was she trying to convince herself?
The thought came again – unbidden, unwanted. What if he didn’t know? Was she supposed to have Drusilla in her head forever? Her demon lurking deep down? Always fearing being overridden by them, fearing doing inexplicable things. Kill…
Moving to her feet Willow started to walk towards the watchers apartment.
“Wrong way. I want Miss Edith, she will tell us what…”
“No!” Her pace picked up. She was not going to the warehouses!
Drusilla growled. The silly girl was no fun…and she wasn’t listening. To afraid to listen, to…to human to listen. Why couldn’t she just be a good little witch, sit down and let mummy tell her what to do? Something important was nagging at the back of her mind. Miss Edith could help her understand what it was. The stars didn’t want to tell her, but her dolly was far better brought up than them. She wouldtell!
Drusilla tried to push through to gain control once again but Willow, in her heightened state of dread and unease, managed to unconsciously block her completely. Idiot girl!
“Stop! ”
Wait! What was her name? Something…they had told her…lemon-yellow with a tinge of…no-no-no…the leaves in the water…the…was that it? Yes…just like grandmother’s shoes! Green, pale green. The crying tree! So easy, always so easy!
“Willow, stop! ”
Her command was met with silence; Agitated silence infuriating the demon. Why wouldn’t she listen?! She had to understand this, it was so very important for both of them!
“Nasty witch!” she hissed. “You strive for the sun making shadows that shouldn’t be! ”
The whispers were starting to grow more and more an annoyance with their heckling and sniggering. They taunted her for not listening, for not knowing. Dangling what she wanted, no needed to know, just out of reach. The witch had to listen!
“You are going the wrong way!”
“SHUT UP!”
Willow was running again, every muscle protesting against the evening’s overexertion.
“I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles…”
With every pounded footstep against the pavement she repeated it silently. Then louder and louder, finally shouting it out loud as Drusilla started to rage in her head, sorely pissed off at being ignored and throwing a total fit to present that fact.
* * *
Willow fumbled with her set of keys Giles had given to each one of the Scooby’s, flinging the door to his apartment open coming to a skidding halt on the threshold. It was hard going in, like something was holding her back. Not completely though, she noticed, as she could push herself through with a little determination. Entering, she slammed the heavy door closed not even noticing it herself, instead desperately looking around for any sign of the watcher.
“Giles!” she flinched at the high-pitched tone she heard in her own voice as she called out for the man. It made her sound like a small frightened child. Clearing her throat while gasping for much needed air, she tried to reign in the fear bubbling inside before trying again.
“Giles!”
The man in question came bustling down the stairs from the second floor wearing only a bathrobe, clearly having been making himself ready for bed.
“Good gracious Willow, what ever is the matter?”
Drusilla crooned at the sight. This man she recognised! Angelus had played such naughty games with him, she remembered his screams like it had been yesterday…filled with fear…almost the same smell that the witch had now…just sweet and warm…He was a good kisser too, had a lovely way with his tongue but his head was filled with warped humming’s just as it had been then. The same lady was there…something about the days of the year and anger towards her daddy…He was a mean old man, not right for tea or sugar. Not right at all…
“A man with a head filled of days and ugly gypsies. Ick!”
Willow cringed. Why couldn’t she just go away?! The witch had started to shiver under the excess adrenalin her body pumped out. She was just barley holding on, why couldn’t she leave?! Every time Drusilla spoke she remembered that the vampire was there. It had to stop! Now, right now…now!
“Giles, I need help!”
“Of course! Is it Buffy? Has someth…”
“There was a scream from the park!” she cut him off, stumbling over the words due to a lack of air and a need for him to hear everything and help her. “A woman-vampire - Drusilla! And then someone in a cloak. I didn’t recognise her because of the blood-there was so much blood Giles-I should have known she was dead but I just-STUPID! And then she-I don’t know, like with Kendra I think, I don’t remember-why can’t I remember? Then I attacked the old lady and ran-I was so scared! Didn’t mean to hurt her…OH! The room! Angelus and Spike were there-In the room! The birds ate all the crumpets but I came back-she told me to hurry-Spike was playing the piano and Angelus was so happy! Then Drusilla tried to push me away to go to the warehouses-we went here instead…” she pulled in a rushed gulp of air before continuing.
“You’ve got to help me! Don’t you see? This is bad! What if I’m all evil now? Because of the demon and then she said Daddy could help and now we’ve got to call Angel! Maybe she’s right! MaybeAngelcouldhelpmaybehewillknowwhattodo!”
An eerie silence followed her rambling.
Giles stared at the young witch. Dried blood was smeared over her face; speckles of dirt on her pale skin, hair tussled and clothes dishevelled. Her breathing was laboured and her green eyes round with fright.
That something had scared her was clear and so was the fact that Drusilla was somehow involved. But what Spike, whom he’d thought was with Buffy, and Angelus, whom he’d thought still, had his soul and was in LA, had to do with anything he didn’t quite understand. Furthermore he had no idea who the old lady was or why Willow would have attacked her to begin with. The redhead’s ramblings made no sense. If Angelus was back, why did she want to call him? And why did she refer to him as Angel? Had she met Drusilla and fought with the vampire?
Nothing made any sense and it was giving him a headache.
“Willow, try to calm down and please sit down. You’re not making much sense I’m afraid. What…”
“NO!”
Giles flinched at her exclamation.
“We need to call Angel! NOW!” Twisting her hands together she moved over to the phone picking it up, with a half whimper she trusted it towards him.
“Call!”
The panic clearly audible in the witch’s voice made him reach for the phone. Distracted by Willow trying to catch her breath and trying not to cry at the same time made him dial the wrong number. Hanging up he tried again relived when the dark vampire’s voice was heard over the line.
“Angel? It’s Giles, I…” Willow ripped the phone from the British mans grasp almost yelling into the receiver.
“Angel!?”
“Willow. What…”
“I don’t know what happened but she said you could help! Maybe you and Giles could find something. I need help! You have to help me!”
“Calm down. Screaming like that will only make the stars run and hide…” The witch almost screamed in frustration, the panic she had successfully pushed down before rising again. She felt herself being pushed aside as the owner of the voice brushed past her mind coming to the front.
“My Angel?”
“Ehhh…Willow? What’s wrong?” The dark vampire felt something stir inside of him. Something that told him this was not his young friend.
“No silly…It’s me. We need your help; my kitten is all frightened…Doesn’t understand what happened.”
The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Angel recognised the accent, the way of putting the words. He hesitated. Could it be her? But…that was impossible. He had felt…she was gone…she…could it be…
“D-Dru-Drusilla?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Is this some kind of a joke? I…”
“No. No funny, ha-ha, almost-Daddy-mine. I didn’t want to hurt her but there was no other way…Now she is scared and so very, very lost.”
Angel felt bile rise in his throat. He had felt his childe die, but now…
“What did you do? I felt you die.”
“I did die. Puppet saved me before the fires even singed my dress.”
“What did you do?”
“You have to come and help us. My Spikey will be ever so mad.”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Both Willow and Drusilla cringed at his voice, but the demon pushed forward growling.
Giles stared at the young woman. He couldn’t believe it. She was a vampire! Moving as fast as he could he left the room running to his supplies getting a cross and a stake. He slowly sneaked back to the room.
“Don’t you dare growl at me child!” Angel was furious. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?”
“Stop it, stop it, stop it!”
Willow came to the front sobbing, tears running down her cheeks.
“Angel…Please. I don’t understand…”
“Willow?”
“Help me. I didn’t mean for this to happen…please understand.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. Don’t be scared, Not-quite-Daddy will make everything alright in rivers of blood and tears little tree…”
Drusilla didn’t like the fear she felt emitting from the witch. It only got worse and worse with every passing minute and had really started to anger the demon. It resented the fear, loathed it. The vampire was confused. She didn’t like the fear but she also didn’t like the witch feeling the fear. It hurt the human and that was not acceptable…not when it wasn’t Drusilla giving the fear…not when Drusilla herself wasn’t in control of it…
“What exactly happened Willow?”
She cried hard now, not being able to speak. Snivelling she turned to the door seeing the watcher whit a crossed held out before him, a stake raised ready to strike at any sign of danger. A streak of pure fear ran through her making the demon come forward to defend its host.
Angel heard the low, warning growl followed by Giles threats and started yelling into the phone.
“Willow! Giles! GILES!”
Giles stared at the young woman he thought of as a daughter, her face changed and her eyes yellow, filled with hate and anger.
“You came to my home thinking me an easy pray? That is utterly foolish of you…Don’t think I wont hesitate to dust you…VAMPIRE!”
“Try watcher. Silly kitten, no claws. You will be the one dying here today, stupid old man. Do you think you can take me on?”
Angel could hear the almost frantic note in the demons voice, fuelled by both Willows fear and Drusilla’s dislike.
“You are nothing more than a fledge.” The man’s voice softened. “Let me give you back your soul Willow. Let me…”
“She needs no shiny soul; my pretty sweet already has one! The stars whisper to me of your death, pst-pst, so lovely it shall be. Red, red, crimson red with flecks of silver and gold.”
“You’re mad!”
Angel heard the growling increase and then a voice he never before had been so glad to hear.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?!”
* * *
Earlier that evening:
He had just dusted a vampire when it hit. A pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before in all his years of existence ripped through him. It had exploded from deep within, rushing trough his body and literally made him see stars. He had screamed as he fell to his knees.
She was gone!
Tears of blood had poured forth from his eyes as he scrambled to his feet. Then he ran. Leaving the mortals behind and fled to his crypt. He trashed everything he could get his hands on. Every book, every piece of cloth, and the little furniture he had… but the pain remained…
She was gone, wasn’t there anymore. He had always felt her presence deep inside, now there was nothing…a dark consuming void of nothing…His goddess, his sire, his love…the bloody love of his bloody un-life was bloody gone!
With a roar of pure anguish he flipped the lid of the tomb and watched it shatter in contact with the floor.
Someone had dusted her, taken her away! Taken the only thing he still had, that was his.
Dru…
Princess…
He whined in hurt as he sank to the ground still crying. He would never see her again, never bury his face in the soft curls of her hair, and never hear her delicately put words of death and pandemonium…
How could this be? It was so wrong it twisted his guts in pain and threatened to make his head explode. It was all the soddin humans fault! All their fault with their chips and churches! All the slayers fault for shagging his grand-sire and bringing Angelus out! The mob in Prague’s fault!
He HATED them! Hated them all! Hated…hated!!!! HATED!!!!
This could not be happening, there must be some kind of mistake…of course…why shouldn’t there be? She must still be there, perhaps wounded, perhaps…she couldn’t be gone…
But he had felt it…
Maybe…Maybe Angel hadn’t? Maybe…
Desperately grasping the possibility that he was somehow wrong he stumbled to the crypt-door. He needed to call his grand-sire, needed a confirmation that she was still there. That he was wrong, had felt it wrong, and interpreted it wrong…anything.
He needed anything…
* * *
“What the bloody hell is going on here?!”
Spike stared at the young vampire. Willow… He felt his own face change. Well…This was a surprise. His demon leered at the beauty in front of him, sharp ridges and burning yellow eyes. Strength. More strength than a mere fledgling should have. He frowned. Something was off. She didn’t read like a normal vampire and she felt… familiar…something…he knew her…her demon was someone he knew…
“Spike! Get the watcher of me.”
“Witch…Never thought I would see you as a vampire. Well, that was a lie…” He fumed inside. He was the one that was supposed to turn her. He had it all planed out in his head. This was all wrong.
“Put down the stake, watcher. Let’s be civil about this, shall we?”
“Pretty Spikey playing nice…Daddy wouldn’t like that, no he would not.”
The male vampire gave Willow a questioning look. What was the chit playing at? At the same time he heard his name being called and found the source to be the phone; he picked it up still glaring at Willow whom in turn glared at the watcher, holding a cross up.
“Yeah?”
“Spike…”
“Oh, peaches. Always involved in everything you bloody git. Why can’t you…”
“Shut up William! I don’t have time for your shit now. Is Willow there?”
“Yeah.”
“Is she…is she a vampire?”
Spike snorted. Weak poof, always so touchy-feely about his little humans. Hated humans…
“Yeah…Peaches. Listen, did…did you feel…did you…Drusilla?” Her name left his lips in a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
Spike gripped the receiver tighter. The poof hadn’t felt it?!
“Drusilla? You didn’t feel her go?”
“I did…”
The younger vampire’s gut clenched.
“She…” He suddenly froze, almost dropping the phone. A whiff of something painfully familiar drifted past him. He knew that smell by heart…
Her blood…
He knew it by heart. The taste, the smell…the very nuance of it. His eyes turned back to the man and the female vampire a few steps away from him. A roar of pure rage left his throat.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
The female froze as did the watcher, both eyeing him wearily.
“Was it you?!”
“Me what Spikey?”
“Stupid bloody bitch! Did you dust her?!”
“Who?”
“I think he’s talking about you…”
Drusilla frowned at the witches’ words, the demon pulling back in confusion. She didn’t like her Spike this angry and the stars refused to make the reason clear to her as to why he was so mad all of a sudden.
“Me?”
“DRUSILLA!”
Spike moved closer not even noticing the phone hitting the floor as the cord to the receiver was stretched. His face was pale with red-hot fury and the demons ridges scrunched up in anger.
Drusilla whined quietly under his burning gaze, his yellow eyes flashing in hate. This wasn’t right at all. Spike never hated her! She peered up at him from under her lashes pouting slightly. She had come back for him, he couldn’t be mad because of that…He loved her and she was there to make everything all right again.
“Everything will be good again my…”
“You bloody bint! I can smell her on you DAMN IT! HOW DARE YOU LIE?!”
“SPIKE! ”
Even Giles could hear Angel yelling. Spike however ignored his grand-sire totally.
Had she taken his sire away? If so she would pay. He would rip her limbs from her body and…
A pained growl forced its way from him as the chip made its presence known. He almost keeled over from the force of it.
“WILLIAM! GOD DAMN IT CHILDE!!!”
“WHAT?!” he practically bellowed into the phone. He hated his grand-sire, hated the bleeding chip. All he wanted to do was return the favour the redhead had bestowed on his dark goddess.
“WATCH IT WILLIAM!” Angel growled the words in a way designed to make the rasp of his voice travel through Spikes body and get his full attention.
Spike grinded his teeth together in aggravation, but the vehemence in his voice had settled a bit when he spoke again.
“Did she do it?”
“Do what?”
“Dust her?”
Angel almost shied away from the phone by the sheer hurt and missing he could hear in the last words.
“I don’t…No. No! Listen. Does Willow feel strange?”
“Wha…Dru is go…”
“No! LISTEN! Does she seem strange?!”
Spike pulled unneeded breath into his dead lungs. He couldn’t…how could…this…He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know! She just doesn’t feel right, alright?!”
“Explain.”
“Kill him…Take his blood, it will make us so strong and powerful. The taste of yummy blood Willow… ”
“No! He’s my friend, you don’t kill friends! That’s not socially acceptable! ”
“He’s weak. You don’t need him. Let us taste his blood…”
“Stop it! I don’t want to listen to you!”
Willow pushed through.
“My Spikey is strong…Look at him. My sweet silky-tongued prince. Smells mommy’s blood and wants to lick it all away…silk on skin…don’t you want it? ”
A dark blush came to cover Willows face as her eyes darted to the bleached blonde speaking with a low voice into the phone. Catching herself watching him her now pleading green eyes turned back to the watcher.
“Giles please don’t kill me. I’m not a vampire…something happened. I told you…please just hear me out.”
She took a step towards him, making the man take one back. Willow could hear his heart beating, the blood coursing through his veins. Was she a vampire? Had she gone mad, just imagining Drusilla in her head? Her eyes grazed his neck and that made fresh tears start to fall from her eyes. What was wrong with her? Was this how every vampire felt? Was “Drusilla” in fact her demon speaking? She glanced at Spike and saw him looking at her.
No…She had found Drusilla in the park. She hadn’t bitten her. She couldn’t be a vampire…Oh! The door! If she had been a vampire she shouldn’t have been able to enter Giles apartment! Her eyes moved to the cross in the watchers hand. She felt a sickening sense of vertigo looking at it, but not enough to make her want to bolt.
Experimentally she moved forward.
She could hear Drusilla purring in her head. No! Wait! He would see her movements as a threat! His heart pounded faster, making her feel giddy…A new wave of panic shot trough her. Giddy? Was she supposed to kill Giles? Was she wrong? Was she a vampire?! She pulled back, forcing the other woman forward.
Drusilla stared at the man holding the cross up at her. Her eyes narrowed.
“Daft watcher…making the little one fear. Shall I make you feel fear? It would be lovely…A nice treat for everyone…well, not for you.” She smiled wickedly. “My Angel stole your paramour away, didn’t he? Now I remember…we had such fun games you and me. Will you play with me again, if I ask ever so nice?”
Giles swallowed. What on earth was she on about? It almost sounded like…like Drusilla. Like the female vampire had sounded when Angelus had him captured. But that couldn’t be right?
The arm holding out the cross wavered slightly.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, Willow.” He purposely accentuated the name and was not disappointed at the reaction.
“Still you don’t see…no need for those eyes of yours then. Can I have them? They would make a pretty necklace…” She caught his gaze and giggled slightly. “Look into my eyes, little watcher. Look deep and let me in…let me in to play…” She felt him fall under her lure.
This was so simple! Like counting pebbles in ones shoe or plucking ten perfect new nails for her collection. She liked those kinds of screams, like kittens with their cream. Maybe she should get the little witch a kitten…she should ask. It wasn’t nice not giving prezzies when they were expected.
She frowned and pushed the cross away savouring the slight singeing feel of it touching her fingertips. Not quite the burn it used to be…she would have to test this out.
Her head a little tilted in curiosity she slowly walked closer to the human, stopping when her outstretched hand touched his forehead. She felt Willow trying to break trough but carefully pushed her back.
“Not now my sweet. Let mommy have her fun first…” She angled his head to the side and leaned closer feeling her face change as the demon came out to play too.
“Dru…Ehhh…Princess?”
She stopped and pushed the demon down before turning towards the male vampire still holding the phone to one ear, her eyes wide and as innocent as they could ever be.
“Yes Spike?”
“No snacking on the watcher. Angelus orders.” Drusilla pouted but gave in, letting Willow come to the front.
Spike watched the redhead immediately pull back from the watcher, fresh tears trickling from her eyes.
It was mind numbing, the things Angel had told him. If the older vampire was right…and judging by the witch’s reaction to his own words just seconds ago…then…then Drusilla was still there. Inside the witch . . .
He had needed anything…this…this was something…
TBC…
AN4: Review! Good for the karma, good for the soul (or demon if you’ve got one of those…) Good for all the people around the world! Well…Yeah…Review?!
AN: Thanks to my brilliant beta; Isabelle. =) And to “min lilla ängel” for excellent advise.
AN 2: any mistakes still there are mine and only mine. (Oh! Looks like I do own something!)
AN3: Dialog in italics between Drusilla and Willow are “mental ones”, that is to say; they are spoken “inside Willows head”.=)
“We turned,
as the world turn,
looked for nothing,
but found…
always when not looking,
we tend to find…
Necessity made us one.
For good or bad?”
“I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this, I can’t believe this…” the words came tumbling over her lips as the redheaded witch sat, rocking slowly back and forth, on the ground.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Of all the people who could have walked past the park in that moment Drusilla had screamed she had to be the one! Considering all the stupid-ignorant-blind people living in Sunnydale it was a pure wonder in irony that she had passed, that she had been the one to stumble in to this mess. She who actually chose to see the truth and actively fought that evil!
Why her?!
Why had she been the one to get possessed by an evil, murdering demon-bearing crazy vampire? Why not someone ignorant? Why not someone or something equally evil as the one currently residing inside of her?
She was a nice person, one of the good guys, she never did evil things…Ok her recently botched spells apart… Those hadn’t been done with a clear mind…. She hadn’t really been herself…so that didn’t count!
Why her?!
She who even felt guilt thinking that someone else should have had this happening to them…
WHY HER?!
“You make everything twist and turn, up and down, round and round. Makes no sense…Just like umbrellas I think. Not nice! Bad kitten…” The words spoken in a strangely childlike way made her stop moving.
Willow didn’t know wheatear to laugh or cry. This was just…she snorted as both a sob and a bark of laughter passed her lips at the same time.
“Why me?! It’s so unfair!”
“You helped, saved me before the fires even singed my dress…to much icky sugar though, will make ones teeth rot and fall out if you aren’t careful. ”
“Sugar?” Willows mind swirled. “I’m too sweet, too good? What?!”
“Sweet like sugar quills and apple pie. I knew it would be you, knew to late…naughty stars didn’t tell me. So much pain when all I wanted was prezzies, but daddy has forgotten…tsk-tsk. No pretty hearts for princess. He should have remembered. ”
“Remembered what?”
“To give me prezzies” It was delivered in a tone clearly questioning Willows grasp on things that where absolute. The sky was blue, water was wet and “daddy” should have remembered to give Drusilla gifts.
Willow couldn’t stop herself from giggling, then laughing outright.
This whole situation was unreal! She was actually having a conversation with the mad vampire, a conversation taking place in her head…only mad people heard voices, and only mad people had full conversations with someone residing in their heads.
She felt the now familiar feeling of fear laden panic shoot through her.
“I need to find Giles!”
“Giles? ”
“He will know what to do! He has to know…he has books…Of course he’ll know!”
“Off-daddy will know. He knows everything. Ask him and he will tell you all the little secrets…well…maybe if you ask nicely he will. ”
“What? Daddy? No, Giles will know!”
Was she trying to convince herself?
The thought came again – unbidden, unwanted. What if he didn’t know? Was she supposed to have Drusilla in her head forever? Her demon lurking deep down? Always fearing being overridden by them, fearing doing inexplicable things. Kill…
Moving to her feet Willow started to walk towards the watchers apartment.
“Wrong way. I want Miss Edith, she will tell us what…”
“No!” Her pace picked up. She was not going to the warehouses!
Drusilla growled. The silly girl was no fun…and she wasn’t listening. To afraid to listen, to…to human to listen. Why couldn’t she just be a good little witch, sit down and let mummy tell her what to do? Something important was nagging at the back of her mind. Miss Edith could help her understand what it was. The stars didn’t want to tell her, but her dolly was far better brought up than them. She wouldtell!
Drusilla tried to push through to gain control once again but Willow, in her heightened state of dread and unease, managed to unconsciously block her completely. Idiot girl!
“Stop! ”
Wait! What was her name? Something…they had told her…lemon-yellow with a tinge of…no-no-no…the leaves in the water…the…was that it? Yes…just like grandmother’s shoes! Green, pale green. The crying tree! So easy, always so easy!
“Willow, stop! ”
Her command was met with silence; Agitated silence infuriating the demon. Why wouldn’t she listen?! She had to understand this, it was so very important for both of them!
“Nasty witch!” she hissed. “You strive for the sun making shadows that shouldn’t be! ”
The whispers were starting to grow more and more an annoyance with their heckling and sniggering. They taunted her for not listening, for not knowing. Dangling what she wanted, no needed to know, just out of reach. The witch had to listen!
“You are going the wrong way!”
“SHUT UP!”
Willow was running again, every muscle protesting against the evening’s overexertion.
“I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles, I have to get to Giles…”
With every pounded footstep against the pavement she repeated it silently. Then louder and louder, finally shouting it out loud as Drusilla started to rage in her head, sorely pissed off at being ignored and throwing a total fit to present that fact.
* * *
Willow fumbled with her set of keys Giles had given to each one of the Scooby’s, flinging the door to his apartment open coming to a skidding halt on the threshold. It was hard going in, like something was holding her back. Not completely though, she noticed, as she could push herself through with a little determination. Entering, she slammed the heavy door closed not even noticing it herself, instead desperately looking around for any sign of the watcher.
“Giles!” she flinched at the high-pitched tone she heard in her own voice as she called out for the man. It made her sound like a small frightened child. Clearing her throat while gasping for much needed air, she tried to reign in the fear bubbling inside before trying again.
“Giles!”
The man in question came bustling down the stairs from the second floor wearing only a bathrobe, clearly having been making himself ready for bed.
“Good gracious Willow, what ever is the matter?”
Drusilla crooned at the sight. This man she recognised! Angelus had played such naughty games with him, she remembered his screams like it had been yesterday…filled with fear…almost the same smell that the witch had now…just sweet and warm…He was a good kisser too, had a lovely way with his tongue but his head was filled with warped humming’s just as it had been then. The same lady was there…something about the days of the year and anger towards her daddy…He was a mean old man, not right for tea or sugar. Not right at all…
“A man with a head filled of days and ugly gypsies. Ick!”
Willow cringed. Why couldn’t she just go away?! The witch had started to shiver under the excess adrenalin her body pumped out. She was just barley holding on, why couldn’t she leave?! Every time Drusilla spoke she remembered that the vampire was there. It had to stop! Now, right now…now!
“Giles, I need help!”
“Of course! Is it Buffy? Has someth…”
“There was a scream from the park!” she cut him off, stumbling over the words due to a lack of air and a need for him to hear everything and help her. “A woman-vampire - Drusilla! And then someone in a cloak. I didn’t recognise her because of the blood-there was so much blood Giles-I should have known she was dead but I just-STUPID! And then she-I don’t know, like with Kendra I think, I don’t remember-why can’t I remember? Then I attacked the old lady and ran-I was so scared! Didn’t mean to hurt her…OH! The room! Angelus and Spike were there-In the room! The birds ate all the crumpets but I came back-she told me to hurry-Spike was playing the piano and Angelus was so happy! Then Drusilla tried to push me away to go to the warehouses-we went here instead…” she pulled in a rushed gulp of air before continuing.
“You’ve got to help me! Don’t you see? This is bad! What if I’m all evil now? Because of the demon and then she said Daddy could help and now we’ve got to call Angel! Maybe she’s right! MaybeAngelcouldhelpmaybehewillknowwhattodo!”
An eerie silence followed her rambling.
Giles stared at the young witch. Dried blood was smeared over her face; speckles of dirt on her pale skin, hair tussled and clothes dishevelled. Her breathing was laboured and her green eyes round with fright.
That something had scared her was clear and so was the fact that Drusilla was somehow involved. But what Spike, whom he’d thought was with Buffy, and Angelus, whom he’d thought still, had his soul and was in LA, had to do with anything he didn’t quite understand. Furthermore he had no idea who the old lady was or why Willow would have attacked her to begin with. The redhead’s ramblings made no sense. If Angelus was back, why did she want to call him? And why did she refer to him as Angel? Had she met Drusilla and fought with the vampire?
Nothing made any sense and it was giving him a headache.
“Willow, try to calm down and please sit down. You’re not making much sense I’m afraid. What…”
“NO!”
Giles flinched at her exclamation.
“We need to call Angel! NOW!” Twisting her hands together she moved over to the phone picking it up, with a half whimper she trusted it towards him.
“Call!”
The panic clearly audible in the witch’s voice made him reach for the phone. Distracted by Willow trying to catch her breath and trying not to cry at the same time made him dial the wrong number. Hanging up he tried again relived when the dark vampire’s voice was heard over the line.
“Angel? It’s Giles, I…” Willow ripped the phone from the British mans grasp almost yelling into the receiver.
“Angel!?”
“Willow. What…”
“I don’t know what happened but she said you could help! Maybe you and Giles could find something. I need help! You have to help me!”
“Calm down. Screaming like that will only make the stars run and hide…” The witch almost screamed in frustration, the panic she had successfully pushed down before rising again. She felt herself being pushed aside as the owner of the voice brushed past her mind coming to the front.
“My Angel?”
“Ehhh…Willow? What’s wrong?” The dark vampire felt something stir inside of him. Something that told him this was not his young friend.
“No silly…It’s me. We need your help; my kitten is all frightened…Doesn’t understand what happened.”
The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Angel recognised the accent, the way of putting the words. He hesitated. Could it be her? But…that was impossible. He had felt…she was gone…she…could it be…
“D-Dru-Drusilla?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Is this some kind of a joke? I…”
“No. No funny, ha-ha, almost-Daddy-mine. I didn’t want to hurt her but there was no other way…Now she is scared and so very, very lost.”
Angel felt bile rise in his throat. He had felt his childe die, but now…
“What did you do? I felt you die.”
“I did die. Puppet saved me before the fires even singed my dress.”
“What did you do?”
“You have to come and help us. My Spikey will be ever so mad.”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Both Willow and Drusilla cringed at his voice, but the demon pushed forward growling.
Giles stared at the young woman. He couldn’t believe it. She was a vampire! Moving as fast as he could he left the room running to his supplies getting a cross and a stake. He slowly sneaked back to the room.
“Don’t you dare growl at me child!” Angel was furious. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?”
“Stop it, stop it, stop it!”
Willow came to the front sobbing, tears running down her cheeks.
“Angel…Please. I don’t understand…”
“Willow?”
“Help me. I didn’t mean for this to happen…please understand.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. Don’t be scared, Not-quite-Daddy will make everything alright in rivers of blood and tears little tree…”
Drusilla didn’t like the fear she felt emitting from the witch. It only got worse and worse with every passing minute and had really started to anger the demon. It resented the fear, loathed it. The vampire was confused. She didn’t like the fear but she also didn’t like the witch feeling the fear. It hurt the human and that was not acceptable…not when it wasn’t Drusilla giving the fear…not when Drusilla herself wasn’t in control of it…
“What exactly happened Willow?”
She cried hard now, not being able to speak. Snivelling she turned to the door seeing the watcher whit a crossed held out before him, a stake raised ready to strike at any sign of danger. A streak of pure fear ran through her making the demon come forward to defend its host.
Angel heard the low, warning growl followed by Giles threats and started yelling into the phone.
“Willow! Giles! GILES!”
Giles stared at the young woman he thought of as a daughter, her face changed and her eyes yellow, filled with hate and anger.
“You came to my home thinking me an easy pray? That is utterly foolish of you…Don’t think I wont hesitate to dust you…VAMPIRE!”
“Try watcher. Silly kitten, no claws. You will be the one dying here today, stupid old man. Do you think you can take me on?”
Angel could hear the almost frantic note in the demons voice, fuelled by both Willows fear and Drusilla’s dislike.
“You are nothing more than a fledge.” The man’s voice softened. “Let me give you back your soul Willow. Let me…”
“She needs no shiny soul; my pretty sweet already has one! The stars whisper to me of your death, pst-pst, so lovely it shall be. Red, red, crimson red with flecks of silver and gold.”
“You’re mad!”
Angel heard the growling increase and then a voice he never before had been so glad to hear.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?!”
* * *
Earlier that evening:
He had just dusted a vampire when it hit. A pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before in all his years of existence ripped through him. It had exploded from deep within, rushing trough his body and literally made him see stars. He had screamed as he fell to his knees.
She was gone!
Tears of blood had poured forth from his eyes as he scrambled to his feet. Then he ran. Leaving the mortals behind and fled to his crypt. He trashed everything he could get his hands on. Every book, every piece of cloth, and the little furniture he had… but the pain remained…
She was gone, wasn’t there anymore. He had always felt her presence deep inside, now there was nothing…a dark consuming void of nothing…His goddess, his sire, his love…the bloody love of his bloody un-life was bloody gone!
With a roar of pure anguish he flipped the lid of the tomb and watched it shatter in contact with the floor.
Someone had dusted her, taken her away! Taken the only thing he still had, that was his.
Dru…
Princess…
He whined in hurt as he sank to the ground still crying. He would never see her again, never bury his face in the soft curls of her hair, and never hear her delicately put words of death and pandemonium…
How could this be? It was so wrong it twisted his guts in pain and threatened to make his head explode. It was all the soddin humans fault! All their fault with their chips and churches! All the slayers fault for shagging his grand-sire and bringing Angelus out! The mob in Prague’s fault!
He HATED them! Hated them all! Hated…hated!!!! HATED!!!!
This could not be happening, there must be some kind of mistake…of course…why shouldn’t there be? She must still be there, perhaps wounded, perhaps…she couldn’t be gone…
But he had felt it…
Maybe…Maybe Angel hadn’t? Maybe…
Desperately grasping the possibility that he was somehow wrong he stumbled to the crypt-door. He needed to call his grand-sire, needed a confirmation that she was still there. That he was wrong, had felt it wrong, and interpreted it wrong…anything.
He needed anything…
* * *
“What the bloody hell is going on here?!”
Spike stared at the young vampire. Willow… He felt his own face change. Well…This was a surprise. His demon leered at the beauty in front of him, sharp ridges and burning yellow eyes. Strength. More strength than a mere fledgling should have. He frowned. Something was off. She didn’t read like a normal vampire and she felt… familiar…something…he knew her…her demon was someone he knew…
“Spike! Get the watcher of me.”
“Witch…Never thought I would see you as a vampire. Well, that was a lie…” He fumed inside. He was the one that was supposed to turn her. He had it all planed out in his head. This was all wrong.
“Put down the stake, watcher. Let’s be civil about this, shall we?”
“Pretty Spikey playing nice…Daddy wouldn’t like that, no he would not.”
The male vampire gave Willow a questioning look. What was the chit playing at? At the same time he heard his name being called and found the source to be the phone; he picked it up still glaring at Willow whom in turn glared at the watcher, holding a cross up.
“Yeah?”
“Spike…”
“Oh, peaches. Always involved in everything you bloody git. Why can’t you…”
“Shut up William! I don’t have time for your shit now. Is Willow there?”
“Yeah.”
“Is she…is she a vampire?”
Spike snorted. Weak poof, always so touchy-feely about his little humans. Hated humans…
“Yeah…Peaches. Listen, did…did you feel…did you…Drusilla?” Her name left his lips in a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
Spike gripped the receiver tighter. The poof hadn’t felt it?!
“Drusilla? You didn’t feel her go?”
“I did…”
The younger vampire’s gut clenched.
“She…” He suddenly froze, almost dropping the phone. A whiff of something painfully familiar drifted past him. He knew that smell by heart…
Her blood…
He knew it by heart. The taste, the smell…the very nuance of it. His eyes turned back to the man and the female vampire a few steps away from him. A roar of pure rage left his throat.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
The female froze as did the watcher, both eyeing him wearily.
“Was it you?!”
“Me what Spikey?”
“Stupid bloody bitch! Did you dust her?!”
“Who?”
“I think he’s talking about you…”
Drusilla frowned at the witches’ words, the demon pulling back in confusion. She didn’t like her Spike this angry and the stars refused to make the reason clear to her as to why he was so mad all of a sudden.
“Me?”
“DRUSILLA!”
Spike moved closer not even noticing the phone hitting the floor as the cord to the receiver was stretched. His face was pale with red-hot fury and the demons ridges scrunched up in anger.
Drusilla whined quietly under his burning gaze, his yellow eyes flashing in hate. This wasn’t right at all. Spike never hated her! She peered up at him from under her lashes pouting slightly. She had come back for him, he couldn’t be mad because of that…He loved her and she was there to make everything all right again.
“Everything will be good again my…”
“You bloody bint! I can smell her on you DAMN IT! HOW DARE YOU LIE?!”
“SPIKE! ”
Even Giles could hear Angel yelling. Spike however ignored his grand-sire totally.
Had she taken his sire away? If so she would pay. He would rip her limbs from her body and…
A pained growl forced its way from him as the chip made its presence known. He almost keeled over from the force of it.
“WILLIAM! GOD DAMN IT CHILDE!!!”
“WHAT?!” he practically bellowed into the phone. He hated his grand-sire, hated the bleeding chip. All he wanted to do was return the favour the redhead had bestowed on his dark goddess.
“WATCH IT WILLIAM!” Angel growled the words in a way designed to make the rasp of his voice travel through Spikes body and get his full attention.
Spike grinded his teeth together in aggravation, but the vehemence in his voice had settled a bit when he spoke again.
“Did she do it?”
“Do what?”
“Dust her?”
Angel almost shied away from the phone by the sheer hurt and missing he could hear in the last words.
“I don’t…No. No! Listen. Does Willow feel strange?”
“Wha…Dru is go…”
“No! LISTEN! Does she seem strange?!”
Spike pulled unneeded breath into his dead lungs. He couldn’t…how could…this…He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I don’t know! She just doesn’t feel right, alright?!”
“Explain.”
“Kill him…Take his blood, it will make us so strong and powerful. The taste of yummy blood Willow… ”
“No! He’s my friend, you don’t kill friends! That’s not socially acceptable! ”
“He’s weak. You don’t need him. Let us taste his blood…”
“Stop it! I don’t want to listen to you!”
Willow pushed through.
“My Spikey is strong…Look at him. My sweet silky-tongued prince. Smells mommy’s blood and wants to lick it all away…silk on skin…don’t you want it? ”
A dark blush came to cover Willows face as her eyes darted to the bleached blonde speaking with a low voice into the phone. Catching herself watching him her now pleading green eyes turned back to the watcher.
“Giles please don’t kill me. I’m not a vampire…something happened. I told you…please just hear me out.”
She took a step towards him, making the man take one back. Willow could hear his heart beating, the blood coursing through his veins. Was she a vampire? Had she gone mad, just imagining Drusilla in her head? Her eyes grazed his neck and that made fresh tears start to fall from her eyes. What was wrong with her? Was this how every vampire felt? Was “Drusilla” in fact her demon speaking? She glanced at Spike and saw him looking at her.
No…She had found Drusilla in the park. She hadn’t bitten her. She couldn’t be a vampire…Oh! The door! If she had been a vampire she shouldn’t have been able to enter Giles apartment! Her eyes moved to the cross in the watchers hand. She felt a sickening sense of vertigo looking at it, but not enough to make her want to bolt.
Experimentally she moved forward.
She could hear Drusilla purring in her head. No! Wait! He would see her movements as a threat! His heart pounded faster, making her feel giddy…A new wave of panic shot trough her. Giddy? Was she supposed to kill Giles? Was she wrong? Was she a vampire?! She pulled back, forcing the other woman forward.
Drusilla stared at the man holding the cross up at her. Her eyes narrowed.
“Daft watcher…making the little one fear. Shall I make you feel fear? It would be lovely…A nice treat for everyone…well, not for you.” She smiled wickedly. “My Angel stole your paramour away, didn’t he? Now I remember…we had such fun games you and me. Will you play with me again, if I ask ever so nice?”
Giles swallowed. What on earth was she on about? It almost sounded like…like Drusilla. Like the female vampire had sounded when Angelus had him captured. But that couldn’t be right?
The arm holding out the cross wavered slightly.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, Willow.” He purposely accentuated the name and was not disappointed at the reaction.
“Still you don’t see…no need for those eyes of yours then. Can I have them? They would make a pretty necklace…” She caught his gaze and giggled slightly. “Look into my eyes, little watcher. Look deep and let me in…let me in to play…” She felt him fall under her lure.
This was so simple! Like counting pebbles in ones shoe or plucking ten perfect new nails for her collection. She liked those kinds of screams, like kittens with their cream. Maybe she should get the little witch a kitten…she should ask. It wasn’t nice not giving prezzies when they were expected.
She frowned and pushed the cross away savouring the slight singeing feel of it touching her fingertips. Not quite the burn it used to be…she would have to test this out.
Her head a little tilted in curiosity she slowly walked closer to the human, stopping when her outstretched hand touched his forehead. She felt Willow trying to break trough but carefully pushed her back.
“Not now my sweet. Let mommy have her fun first…” She angled his head to the side and leaned closer feeling her face change as the demon came out to play too.
“Dru…Ehhh…Princess?”
She stopped and pushed the demon down before turning towards the male vampire still holding the phone to one ear, her eyes wide and as innocent as they could ever be.
“Yes Spike?”
“No snacking on the watcher. Angelus orders.” Drusilla pouted but gave in, letting Willow come to the front.
Spike watched the redhead immediately pull back from the watcher, fresh tears trickling from her eyes.
It was mind numbing, the things Angel had told him. If the older vampire was right…and judging by the witch’s reaction to his own words just seconds ago…then…then Drusilla was still there. Inside the witch . . .
He had needed anything…this…this was something…
TBC…
AN4: Review! Good for the karma, good for the soul (or demon if you’ve got one of those…) Good for all the people around the world! Well…Yeah…Review?!