Two for the price of one

Disclaimer: I own nothing…not a bloody thing…except my imagination…=)

AN: First off a BIG thanks to my brand spanking new Beta; Diesa! And a BIG sorry for having taken so long to update but my previous Beta went MIA. =S
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”.=)


Spike turned his attention back to the phone in his hand.

“It seems you might be on to something here peaches. The witch listened to Drus name.”

“Oh God…This is…” Angel faltered.

“Really bad?” the bleached blonde asked, already knowing the other vampires answer.

“Yes… What is she doing?”

Spike watched Willow slump down on the couch, the watcher still standing where she had left him. He seemed to gradually be coming out of the trance-like state Drusilla had put him in earlier, rubbing his temples.

“Crying her heart out on the soddin couch. The watcher’s snapping out of it as we speak.”

“He wasn’t hurt?”

“Sorry to say; no.”

“Spike.” A heavy sigh could be heard from the other side of the line.

Spike smirked half-heartedly at that. Such a typical reaction from his grandsire. It began with a sigh then came the total explosion.

“Poof.”

“We need to get this sorted out. We need to help Willow…”

“We need to help Dru! Get your priorities straight you ponce.”

“Spike. I have a feeling that Drusilla is the least of our problems.”

“So now she’s a problem?”

“Do you have to twist everything I say around?”

“Well stop talking like a bloody white-hat then. I can’t imagine Dru being too keen on the current situation…That is to say if you are right.”

“You don’t think so?”

Spike frowned, not really sure what to think. He felt overjoyed that the witch had reacted to him calling his sires name. But to wholeheartedly believe that Drusilla was really in the witches body because of that…he just didn’t know. He hoped. Oh yes. By all the gods and goddesses and every single one of Drusillas stars he hoped. But hope and knowledge was to different creatures altogether.

“I don’t know. Yeah…I guess. Why should the witch react to someone else’s name? She doesn’t feel right…”

“Hmmm…try and talk to her, see if she can explain. I’m coming down there as soon as it starts to get dark tonight. I’ll talk to the others today and sort everything out with them.”

“Why?”

“Why? I cant just leave without telling them!”

“No, Paingel. Why do you have to come here?”

“She-they need help.”

“I can help and the watcher’s here.”

“Yes Spike. And how are you planning to deal with Buffy when she finds out?”

The bleached blonde scoffed.

“The slayer? I’ll just t…”

“And the chip?” Angel cut the other vampire off. “Buffy won't react favourably to this and you, let’s face it, are not going to make things better.”

“Hey! This is not my bleedin fault!”

“No…But Willow sharing her head with your ex-girlfriend, a vampire, will not make you the pers-vampire she’ll trust.”

“Bloody bint…Then we just don’t tell her. What the nasty chit don’t know won’t hurt her, right?”

“Oh, and that will go over grand with Willow and Giles. No, I’ll come to Sunnydale…”

“We don’t need you here!”

“I don’t care what YOU want right now Spike. Besides, Drusilla told me to come.”

“Bloody wanker! Drus got…”

Angel cut him off again.

“I’m coming. Tell the others.”

A click was heard leaving Spike to stare at the now silent phone.

Great! His idiot git of a grandsire was coming. Riding in on his sparkly white horse like always. Had he galloped over when he heard about the soddin chip in his noggin? No! “You better behave Spike, Stay out of trouble Spike, Don’t you dare do anything to hurt them Spike, because then I’m going to dust you Spike.”

Wanker!

Dru dusted, then not dusted, then Paingel… This evening was just toooo much!

“The nancy boy is coming.”

Giles looked towards the apparently pissed off vampire yanking the phone off of the floor and slamming his receiver down on the cradle hard enough to make the plastic crack. The watchers head was still spinning from whatever it was Willow had…no….He actually recognised this feeling and as his mind sorted itself out from the heavy fog still lingering, he understood from where.

Drusilla…

Giles almost stumbled under the realisation. Drusilla, she had been the one…back when Angelus had…and Jenny…but that meant…Willow, his sweet caring protégé, his “almost daughter” if you wished. She was…but that was so unfair. She wasn’t supposed to be tainted by such evil…by such…such…

He suddenly smiled a little.

Willow was literally possessed by the un-dead. The crazy-no longer corporeal-un-dead. Spike was pissed and the chip apparently condoned maiming of inanimate objects (of other peoples inanimate objects…). Angel, the one not technically responsible for killing his love and torturing him until an inch of his life, was coming. And Willow was crying…

He snorted with laughter.

This evening was just toooo much!

“Watcher?”

“I beg your pardon. W-What?”

“Peaches is coming down.”

“Yes. I heard. Wonderful!”

Willow snivelled, tried to dry her runny nose on her shirtsleeve and watched as Giles started to laugh like there was no tomorrow.

Drusilla giggled.

This evening was just…just toooo much…although Drusilla had to add…it was sweet lemons of fun too.

* * *

Spike watches silently for a couple of minutes as the human male kept laughing his ass off, seriously starting to wonder about the watchers sanity. Over the sanity of humans in general. His eyes soon moved over to the witch sitting on the worn sofa mutely sniffling. Now and again her eyes would turn to the older laughing man, always leaving with a somewhat forlorn expression. She looked really small sitting there, like the whole world had left her.

Still, if what Angel suspected was true, she was all but alone. She had reacted to Drusillas name, reacted in a way completely reminiscent of his sire. Every word out of her mouth had been those of his dark goddess…

Without thinking he moved closer crouching down next to her. He had to know, had to be perfectly sure.

Willow jumped and hiccupped in fright as Spike grabbed one of her hands. Meeting his searching, desperate eyes didn’t help. Being this close to him brought fort memories of other times he had been in such a close proximity to her. Neither of those memories any good.

“Drusilla?”

She could feel the vampire move forward and quickly pulled herself back. Better the crazy vampire dealing with him in case he decided to do a repeat performance of his earlier explosion.

“Yes Spike?”

The grip on her hand hardened and brought a smile to Drusillas lips. Her pretty boy was so scared, so anxious. She could smell it coming of him in waves like the sweetest perfume. This night had brought so many different shades of fear to her nostrils she almost felt full, like after feeding to much. It frizzled along her nerves sending off small fireworks of pleasure.

Spike met her eyes and gazed into them searching. What he found made his heart melt.

She was there!

He could see her! Behind the witches green eyes he could see her as surely as if they had been the blue ones she normally looked out from. Without another thought he pulled her down on the floor between his legs and into his arms, crushing her to his chest.

Drusilla purred and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck breathing him in. Ahhh….this what was she had returned for. Her lovely wicked childe, so strong and faithful. Everything would be just fine now when they were together again.

Willow pulled further back trying to block everything out. The fact that she could feel his arms, Spikes arms around her, was greatly unnerving. He was her enemy…well ok…neutered enemy but still. He could be plenty evil when he wanted to and he wanted to a lot and he really, really did smell awful nice and his hard chest was pressed against her softer one and she could feel the ruff textile of his jeans under her fingers and…

Her mind did a double take as she pinpointed the exact location of her hands. Drusilla was running them up his spread thighs steadily closing in on…

“Ack! NO naughty touching!”

She came to the fore, forcefully pulling away from the male vampire.

* * *

Giles laughter died down when a sudden movement from the couch area broke into his silent reveries. Willow was halfway lying on the floor scooting away from a bewildered looking Spike. With the cross firmly in his grasp he moved closer to the two (well…three…)

“Willow? Did he do something?”

“No! Its ok. I just…” she righted herself up before standing. “He startled me, that’s all.”

Spike frowned a little. Startled her? She hadn’t reacted when he initiated the embrace with Dru, well technically the witch. The whole thing was strange, strange in a way far…stranger than his sire. Every move, every blink of her eye was really that of Drusilla. They where two in the body of one.

Spikes demon seemed to hesitate although Spike himself knew it was the truth, that Drusilla really was there. His demon however held back in confusion. It smelled its sire, could just as easily as Spike see her in the witch, but still…it was…rattled. This was something so unfathomable it irked the demon. How the hell had it happened? How could Drusilla be in Willow? Was it because of something the witch had done?

His eyes narrowed.

“What happened?”

“I told you, you star-”

“Not now, earlier tonight.” He stood, cutting her off.

“Oh!” she nervously wrung her hands together. “I told Giles…apparently not in an understandable way though.”

“I am so sorry for ehhhh…assaulting you Willow.” Giles immediately said, a sheepish look on his face. “I should have thought things through but…when your face changed I-”

“Its ok Giles! I should have explained better!”

“I should have listened and-”

“You did! I was just so upset whi-”

“No, this is not your-”

“Yes, you’re both soddin sorry, you both think it was your fault. Bla-bla-bla. Not getting us anywhere. I want to know what happened. Now!”

Willow cringed at the tone in Spikes voice, immediately feeling Drusilla soothe her from the inside.

“Don’t be afraid kitten. Spikey growls and bites when he doesn’t understand. Little puppy doesn’t know what to make of it. Yellow eyes burning in confusion clouding blue skies and pretty words.”

“Easy for you to say. Its my neck he’s going to break and you wont be to happy then either.”

Drusilla tittered and turned her attention to the little snippets of information she could find inside the great disarray of thought and feelings whooshing by her. Tiny shards of fear and confusion, curiosity, regret and sleek whispers of darkness, so black it almost frightened her.

So the pretty witch had more than blinding light inside?

“Oh…would you look at that…all pretty, fair and grand. Cakes drenched in custard served on silver platters.”

“What’s pretty?”

“Yummy-yummy inside out, the loveliest shades of darkness and bittersweet. Lemons and pie.”

“What cakes? Pie?”

“Makes me want to eat you all up!”

“No! No eating! Eating is bad. Not bad-bad but bad in the Willow-doesn’t-want-to-die-sense-bad…and you cant really drink my blood sense I cant reach my own neck and if you even think of biting me anywhere reachable I’ll tell Buffy and she’ll dust you-ehhh-us. I think…maybe not. Still, no biting. Ok?”

“Don’t steal the witches love or she’ll stomp on all the eggs, the little snake will shed her skin and poison all the world…swirls of poison, death and carnage…so very, very pretty…”

“What eggs?”

“Their eggs.”

“Who’s?”

“I’m the prettiest princess you know. Not a mirror that would disagree.”

“Vampires don’t show in mirrors.”

“Willow?”

Willow looked up questioningly at Giles.

“Yes?”

“Would you mind telling us what happened?”

She frowned. Somehow all the memories in her head seemed to belong to someone else. Her analytic mind immediately chalked it up to denial. She was human, and as such had problems believing, or more likely trusting, in the fact that all the things happening this evening was real. She of course knew they had happened to her but now, thinking back, it seemed so distant. She didn’t really feel anything about the events. No fear, no panic - nothing. Not one of those things she knew she’d felt when they had all happened. Maybe it was the demons influence, maybe Drusillas…that wasn’t good either…how much influence did they have over her?

“Witch?” Spikes impatient voice cut through her thoughts snapping her out of them.

“Huh?”

“Start talking.”

“Oh! Ok…Well…I don’t really know what happened at first…When I walked by the park, after I had left you at the Bronze Drusilla was already dying-again…so to speak. I didn’t recognize her and…

Drusilla stopped listening as the witch continued to explain what she remembered, her thought moving to far better things. There really was a wicked darkness inside the witch, not pure naughty evil like in her daddy and Willy-boy but a seed, a perfect little seed, dark and festering with promise.

The stars whispered almost hesitantly about it, of things that would have happened had not the circle been snapped like a broken twig. There would have been love then tears and blood as the seed rooted and grew into a vast garden of white venomous lilies. Flowers for the dead screaming in pain, craving revenge.

She was all about revenge underneath the sticky sweet. Drusilla could see that and so could probably anyone who dared to look. Such a truthful creature, someone so bound to anyone they loved was destined to have a heart filled with revenge, revenge against those that dared to bring pain to that they love…such a human emotion, such a demonic one… The tree was not one to cross. Blending white magic into purest abysmal black with the same intentions as her Angel.

To destroy…

Could it be simpler or more beautiful? There would always be worms underneath the smoothest rocks, always be snakes slithering into the woodshed.

“…nothing, a dark nothing of nothing. Not a sound and I didn’t know you could play the piano but you did, after the nothing-in the room, which I’m coming to and maybe you can't play for real but…”

On and on the words from the witch came tumbling. Like the rain Drusilla thought. An endless shower of raindrops not related but all the same. Did the watcher know about the darkness? Had he seen it? Did Willow know? She had to; such potential could not be left to waist. Now when she was here she would care for it, the vampire decided. Dress it in shrouds of safety and nurse it to strength. What a nice diamond that would make the two of them. Onyx evil and soft as feathers, faultless deadly calm and raging storms. Spike would be thrilled, crave them like blood itself…and daddy…her sweet cleaver, painful daddy would finally come home with all the needles and all the fire. From a princess to a queen…

“…she does something with her mind, which proves that the earlier watchers, oh and you Giles, where right. I can’t do a thing when she pushes me away and its like, I can hear her in my head. We speak…sorta. But she doesn’t seemed to have foreseen the…”

Oh yes. The devils bad little gift. See the birds fall and the caves crash, smell the sulphur and hear the honeybees, then a single beat of a mortals heart, or the endless ticking of a clock…it all comes true! “Always listen” Angelus had said and she did, proud to do as her daddy told her too. “Nice girl, sweet-sweet girl. Daddy’s very own.” His voice and all was good again, good as blood.

“Now, let Dru tell what the hell happened before you came along.”

Giles seemed to freeze to his seat turning slowly towards Spike.

“I don’t know if that’s the wisest of ideas Spike.”

“Do you want to know what happened or not? The witch doesn’t know, Dru does.”

Reluctantly the watcher had to agree with this and nodded to a somewhat worried looking Willow.

She swallowed.

“Drusilla?”

“Yes pretty?”

“Would…could you tell them what happened?”

“Of course. Let mommy through.”

“Ehhh…No- no mind-thingy’s though. Don’t hurt Giles.”

”I’ll be ever so nice!”

Willow knew she couldn’t trust the vampire; after all she was a…well vampire. But they had to know. Right?

“Be careful Giles.”

The man smiled and watched as a different expression entered the redheads green eyes. Calculating evil not at all mellowed by the sugar sweet smile following on to her lips.

* * *

Somewhere in Sunnydale

“What the hell do you mean ´it failed´?!”

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

“How could you not succeed? You where suppose to kill her! Could it be simpler? Idiot!”

“Watch your mouth. You would be wise to remember that I am no servant of yours.”

“Fine…So she isn’t gone then?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

“Unforeseen complications. She got help.”

“From?”

“A witch.”

“A witch? Well that presents a problem…Can it be solved?”

“Of course. The plan will just have to change slightly.”

“How much is slightly?”

“We now have the slayer to consider.”

“Buffy?”

“The witch is a pet of hers.”

“The redhead? Well…this could be fun…The more the merrier. Isn’t that what they say?”

The two smiled.

Yes…this could really prove to be fun…


TBC…

AN4; “Snake in the woodshed”- borrowed (and changed) from Angel-the series, episode 5 “Dear boy”, season 2.

AN5; Ohhhhhh… A sneak appearance by the bad guy. *evil grin*

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