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Chapter 5 – Daddy Still Loves Me
Angel was in a black rage. This man had dared to try to take his childe from him. Drusilla was HIS. She would always be HIS. Angel could feel the beast that was his demon struggling to take control. To make this person pay for his audacity. Couldn't he smell whose she was? How dare he?
Nick and Janette were frozen to their spots in horror. Angel was holding their Sire's wrist in a very odd angle. Very soon, they were sure it would – SNAP! Angel broke the wrist with a very slight movement. Nick hissed at LaCroix again. “Back off, LaCroix. He's her sire. Back off.”
It was obvious to the two of them that LaCroix was in a great deal of pain. But he still didn't back off. Like the 2,000-year old vampire that he was, he was too proud to admit defeat. But Nick and Janette knew, they knew instinctively which one of the vampires was the more powerful. They looked to the woman Drusilla for help. Janette chuckled in admiration and despair. The girl was excited, she was thrilled to see her sire fighting for her. They would get no help from her.
Dru was, as a matter of fact, more than excited. It was much deeper than that. The fact that her Daddy would get this angry at this man's behavior, well, it meant that he still cared for her deeply. It meant that she was still his little girl. She just had to show him that she could be good and she could stay. **Of course!** Her eyes lit up with her idea. She rushed forward to her daddy. “Daddy.” she purred.
“Daddy.” she purred again, and softly grabbed her Daddy's wrist. “Daddy, he's not important. He's just out of his place. He just doesn't know his place. Let him go. Please, Daddy.”
Angel relaxed at the soothing tones of her voice. Nick and Janette were shocked. You could almost see the rage slipping, oozing out of his body as if it was a living thing. He let his wrist dropped and turned to look at Dru. Smiling he caressed her cheek softly. “Thank you, Princess.”
He turned again at LaCroix, smiling menacingly. A low growl escaped from his throat as he addressed him. “Leave my Childe be. She's Mine. Do you understand?”
LaCroix nodded, nursing his broken wrist. “I understand about childer. I have two of my own.” Turning sightly, he faced Drusilla. “I apologize, mademoiselle, for my effrontery. I was out of line.” LaCroix crossed the room, so that he was standing with his own childer. Janette found a cloth and was wrapping his broken wrist carefully. Nick quietly crossed the room and found a glass. He sliced his wrist open and let some of his blood fill the goblet. After the goblet was half-filled, he gave it without a word to his sire. They were all watching Angel and his very different Childe closely. Nick noticed that LaCroix was still very interested in the girl. It reminds me of.. **Yes, that's it! It reminds me of how LaCroix had looked at Fleur.** He needed to talk to LaCroix away from Angel and the girl. It would be useless whispering, Angel's own hearing was as good, if not better, than theirs.
Drusilla was looking up hopefully at her Daddy. He had to see now, they were family, nothing could stop that. He looked at her sadly. “Dru, you can't live with me. You have to see that. Buffy would never allow it.”
Dru considered this. He was right. She would just have to earn stepmummy's love too. Yes! That would be the thing. “Daddy. I want to do this. I just have to earn stepmummy's love, that's all.”
Angel choked nonexistent air in disbelief. Of course, simple. Only Dru would consider that life could be this simple. “Dru, you killed her fellow Slayer, Kendra. You tried to destroy the world.”
“You helped, Daddy.”
“Ahem. Yes that's as may be. You tortured her Watcher.”
“Did not.” She said disgusted. “I only got inside his head. You were torturing. Remember? You said they hadn't invented chain saws yet the last time you tortured someone.”
Angel looked at his feet nervously. Then, he smiled nervously at Nick. “Yes, well. That was Angelus, not me.”
“Please Daddy.” Dru pleaded, and then she brightened as she thought of something. “I could help Buffy hunt down demons. I could be her seer.”
Angel started to crumble inside. He really, if he admitted his feelings, wanted her to stay. He needed her to stay. He'd never admitted to anyone... except Darla, once. The truth is he missed his family. Dru, most of all. And, even Spike, but he'd never admit that unless he was very, very, very drunk. He placed a hand up to her cheek and smiled into her beautiful, all-seeing eyes. “Dru, baby, I don't know if it can work. But if you want to try, I'll try, too. It's just that there's no way Buffy'll let you stay. We'll have to find something else.”
Janette felt her eyes misting. It was all very touching. She looked at LaCroix and Nick. They understood. She could remember LaCroix touching her that way, looking into her eyes that way, talking to her that way. Janette wanted to help. She needed to help. “Monsieur.”
They looked over at her, turning as one. They were really remarkably close. She took a deep breath and continued. “Monsieur. She can stay here with me. I have an extra room. I would, however, insist that she not feed on the patrons. Tres bad for business, non?”
Drusilla jumped down clapping her hands. “Yes! Yes! I'll behave, I promise I will. I can even help.”
“Help?” Janette asked puzzled.
“I could read fortunes! I'm very good.” And, with that, Drusilla pulled out a deck of cards. The three other vampires looked closely and could see that it was a Tarot deck.
“You're not serious.” Nick groaned.
Angel looked up sharply. “I wouldn't mock her if I were you. Dru has never been wrong. Never.” Angel then turned towards LaCroix. “I wouldn't feel comfortable having Dru this near you. And you wouldn't feel comfortable if I ever scented you on her.”
“I wouldn't worry about that. I don't live here. I do, however, visit my dear Janette on frequent occasion.”
Angel looked to Janette. “Can I trust that you'll take care of Dru?”
Janette nodded.
A phone began to ring. Nick jumped as he realized it was his cell phone. He laughed, the atmosphere in here was so tense that he'd forgotten everything else. Opening the phone, he answered it. “Knight.”
“Dru.” Angel intoned seriously. “I expect you to behave. And, don't go out on the hunt until I can talk to Buffy. Understand?”
Dru nodded up and down happily. It was all going to work out, she knew it was. Stepmummy would love her and we'll all be a family.
Nick looked at them and wondered just how they were all going to survive in Toronto together. “Angel. We need to go. We've got a homicide down near the waterfront.”
Angel kissed Dru on the cheek and headed out the door, thanking Janette for her hospitality. Nick, passing by LaCroix, hissed to him. “We NEED to talk, LaCroix. I'll meet you later at the radio station.”
LaCroix nodded. Looking again at Drusilla, he decided that caution was indeed the greater part of valor and walked out, leaving the two ladies alone, one jubilantly hopeful of her future, and the other unsure of everything.
“Well, Drusilla.” Janette began as she crossed the room for a carafe of chilled blood. “Why don't you read my fortune over a glass?”
Dru nodded happily. **Oh, goodie! My first new friend in a very long time. I'd better not kill this one too.**
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