Dream come true: Chapter 8
by pagan pylea princess
Chapter 8

“NO!!” Spike’s eyes opened and he thrashed and writhed in his chains.
Buffy too had screamed and woken, but had come to grips a lot quicker than he had. They were both sat on the ground but chained to the walls behind them and facing each other.
Her senses sharpened and she took in the situation, and watched Spike opposite her break down.
“NO! NO! NO!” Spike screamed and whimpered. Buffy was sure he’d gone insane. She’d never seen him so bad.
It made her realise how much Spike actually cared for her.
Her tear stained face, had almost dried and she sniffed gently.
She watched a young woman move further into the room. Someone who, when Buffy first regarded her, made her blood run cold.
She watched, useless as the raven-haired woman, dressed in a black-satin, tight-fitting ball-gown, crouched down beside Spike and placed a cold compress to his head.
“Sssh. Sssh.” She hushed, stroking his face with her black nails gently, and bringing him to rest his head on her chest.
“There, there, my William.” She sighed.
Then he saw Buffy and she saw tears in his eyes.
“Oh… Buffy! I thought I’d…” he reached out a hand to her. She nodded. He seemed like a child in the woman’s arms.
At first Buffy didn’t even think he knew who it was that had calmed him down. But the girl put her fingers round his chin and guided his face outward so that they were eye to eye.
Buffy saw him pale. He had been breathing heavily after his fever and now he completely stopped.
“Dru.” He whispered.
Suddenly, she dug her nails deep into his chin and Buffy winced as blood spurted and ran down his face. He cried out in agony.

Drusilla, who had vamped out, licked the blood from her fingers like a cat. Then she smiled.
“Found my favourite new torture.” She grinned.
Buffy’s eye’s widened “you.”
Drusilla turned to the Slayer.
“You gave us those night mares.” She said.
She smiled but it wasn’t her who answered.
“Well, I helped.”
Buffy turned to see a tall man standing in the darkness. In fact he would tower over all of them. But he looked human enough.

Except for when he vamped out of course.

He reminded her a little of Spike, as the man walked toward them. He had dark hair slicked back and a long duster, more like one Angel would wear. But he was a surprising mix of the two.
Except both are so much better looking. She thought, surprising herself.
He knelt down beside Buffy and touched her face. She saw the bloodlust in his eyes.
“I’ve been looking for you.” He whispered, and Spike rushed forward, pulling against his chains.
Buffy looked toward Spike to let him know she was ok, and turned back to the guy. “Well, y’know. Sad vampires with nothing but time on their hands usually do.”
He grinned and stood up.
His actions and the way he spoke were extremely similar to Spike’s. He puffed up his chest and walked toward Dru. She stood and preened next to him.
“Me n Dru have been teaching you kids a lesson.” He said, and Buffy was harshly reminded of when she had first met Spike. When he was evil.
Dru wagged her finger “naughty children.” She hissed. “There will be no cakes today.”
She knelt back down next to Spike and whimpered.
“My poor Spikey. I can’t help you. The light’s all gone.” She began to stroke his face again. “Your heart stinks of it. Of a soul. The Slayer.” She spoke as if it disgusted her.
Then she turned to Buffy and moved toward her. “And you…” she started angrily, “you made my boy sick with a soul. Did he do that for you?”
Buffy gave her the evil eye, then turned to Spike with compassion. “Yeah. He did.”
He looked down.
Drusilla hit her with force and wagged her finger, “no peeking”
“Dru…” Spike called angrily. Buffy knew that he knew exactly how to control Drusilla. But the guy, who had stood by till now, hit Spike in the face and the vampire’s lip began to bleed.
“Now, now, James” Drusilla chided moving toward him again.
“Don’t be carried away.” She giggled, madly.
“What is this?” said Buffy with a smile, unfazed. “Jealousy? Revenge? Got your Spikey-lookalikey to dish out some pain. Bit of mojo to get us dreaming up a load of crap?”
Drusilla smiled, then grabbed Buffy’s chin and brought her head forward then back hard, so that the back of her head slammed into the wall. Pain exploded through the back of her skull like a firework and everything turned hazy as her eyes watered. Then she began to see spots. Drusilla let her go and Buffy brought her head between her knees and shut her eyes tight to stop the room from spinning.
“Buffy!” Spike called but he received no answer.
But he was stopped by James’ fist slamming into his jaw…

“Thank you. Yes. Bye.” Giles put the phone down and removed his glasses.
Everyone was piled into the living room, and they’d started chattering about the day’s events.
“I heard they were like some crazy Rome and Juliet” Caridad had said and it had led to a discussion about how some thought it was all romantic, and others thought it freaked them out.
Now they all sat in silence, waiting to find out what Giles had discovered from his friend in England.
“Giles?” willow pushed him on gently.
He put his glasses back. “There is a warlock who can do this kind of dream conjuring. His name is James De Moto.” He turned to address everyone. “It turns out he was vamped a few months back, by a girl in England. Dark hair, slightly insane.”
“Wait…?” Willow frowned. “Are you saying It’s...”
“Drusilla” He confirmed. “Yes. Apparently, both have been searching for Spike. Payback for Drusilla’s rejection after he confessed his love for Buffy. They’ve both been coming up with plans for revenge.”
“How pathetic.” Xander said with a slight giggle.
“We’d better see whether we can find where they’re holding up, Xander? Take Andrew and Robin to the bar, see what you get out of Willy. Faith, Willow and I will hit the streets…”


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