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The characters of Buffy – the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Forever Knight do not belong to me. I am only borrowing some of their characters.
Author's Note:
Please “feed” the author. I apologize to any French speakers reading this story. All French words were taken from the Pocket Oxford Hachette French Dictionary 2000 edition. I have never studied French, please forgive me for any spelling or grammatical errors.
Chapter Eight – La Vue Secondaire
--PART ONE--
Dru was sitting up in her bed. She was looking around nervously. **Drat! I could really use Miss Edith now. Something was going to happen...** She had to do something. **There was going to be a lot of blood.** She smiled. **Mmmm. Yes, lots and lots of lovely blood. It'll need to be lapped up... No!** She slapped a palm angrily down on the bed. **Stepmummy wouldn't like it. Daddy wouldn't like it. I need to...** She frowned, her graceful features wrinkling. She had to figure this out.
“Drusilla, ma fille?” Dru's head snapped up. She heard the musical lilt of Janette's voice. The scent of chocolate and blood filled her senses. “May I come in?”
Drusilla jumped happily. **Janette! Yes, yes!** Her new friend could help. She was sure! She flailed around frantically. She hurriedly made the bed and grabbed her wrapper. She ran to the door and gave her biggest smile. The one Daddy had said could melt the deadest and coldest of hearts. “Please, please, Janette!”
Janette chuckled looking at the child. Which is really what she was. A child. She had the body of a young woman and had been a vampire for nearly 150 years. But, still, a child for all that. She smiled at her as she entered the girl's room. She was carrying in a tray with some fruit, two cups of chocolate, and, most important of all, two goblets containing their breakfast. She looked around herself at the room as she set the tray at a small table in the room. The girl had made the bed hastily before she had entered the room. Looking at Drusilla, she noticed that the girl has old-fashioned tastes, probably dating back to her mortal life. She smiled fondly at the girl. It was nice to have her here, she thought. She really did like her. “Here we are, dear. Petit déjeuner. Breakfast.”
“Ooh, how lovely!” She cooed. It was so lovely. And, chocolate, too. She had never lost her taste for that. She clapped her hands gaily. “But, Janette, I do understand French, you know. I had a proper education.”
“Of course, my dear. I'm sorry. So few people do study French anymore. Quel dommage!” She cried striking her chest melodramatically.
Drusilla giggled and helped herself to the goblet of blood. Mmmm. She sighed and closed her eyes. It was human. She frowned. Maybe she should try animal...
Janette noticed the play of emotion on the young vampire's face. Interesting. “Do not worry about the source overmuch, ma fille. Some of my patrons pay off their debts with donations.”
This seemed to calm Drusilla down. She smiled happily and took a sip of chocolate. **Oooh! It was made from scratch. Well, what else would it be?** She keened in pleasure.
Janette looked up at the sound of the keening. It was a sound of pure contentment and pleasure. She had really never heard such a sound. Their kind didn't do such things. Drusilla and her sire were much more primal creatures really. Growls and keens. A really quite beautiful thing. “I'm glad you are enjoying l'chocolat, ma fille. I have always found it to be a delightful way to wake up, non?”
Drusilla nodded her head happily. Everything was so perfect! Then she saw more. Janette looked at her in worry and dread. **What was this?** Drusilla was completely wrapped up in the vision. She dropped her cup of chocolate and grasped her head. “Oooooh!” She cried out. “Blood, blood, everywhere and not a drop to drink. Everything is breaking and the stars are crying out in vengeance! Hunger, hunger. It's so hungry... OOOOHH!” Drusilla let out one final cry and collapsed.
Janette was extremely frightened. She was more frightened by Drusilla's strange little speech than she had been by anything in her nine centuries of unlife. She reached forward to touch Drusilla's quivering form. **What did it mean? Did she have la vue secondaire? Was she a sensitive?** Janette shook her head in shock and confusion. Yet, it all meant something and it was trapped in this simple and childish brain. **Nicolas!** Yes, she would call him. His partner would surely understand. She leapt and ran from the room.
In her own room, she grabbed a quick glass of sherry. It was definitely time for a drink. She reached for the phone and looked at the clock quickly. **Très bien, six.** Nicolas should be at his office by now. She dialed the number from memory. She counted seven rings and disconnected. She dialed his cell phone this time. Again, she counted seven rings with no success. She sat down in her chair, nursing her sherry. **Now what?** She had to do something. Should she call LaCroix? **Non. Non.** She needed to talk to someone who understood the girl. **Natalie! That's it!** Natalie, she was sure, could find Nicolas. However, she would have to go to la docteur in person. She got up hastily and rushed to the girl's room.
Drusilla was now awake. She was nursing her blood and nibbling on some fruit. Something was going to happen. She needed Daddy. Daddy would know what to do. She was sorry about Janette. She was probably very disturbed at what had happened. Lord knows, she had been told hundreds of times just how evil this gift was. Even Daddy had said so. Of course, that had been the OLD Daddy. She hadn't asked her NEW Daddy what he thought. She looked up when Janette hurried into the room and smiled nervously.
“Ah! Ma fille! Ma fille! You are feeling better, non? Très bien, très bien. You need to get dressed, s'il vous plait. We are going to try and find ton papa, oui? I have tried calling Nicolas with no answer. So, we will go to la police ourselves.” Drusilla jumped up at this. Daddy! She was going to help her.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, madame Janette. I can get ready very quickly. You'll see.” Drusilla jumped up to the wardrobe and started to throw clothes about in preparation.
Janette chuckled and headed back to her room to prepare. She was really quite an adorable child. Natalie could help them, but would she? Janette's brow furrowed as she rooted around in her own wardrobe. Natalie was a very helpful sort, but she was une scientifique. That could make her skeptical about things like la vue secondaire. Still... Janette thoughts were running in circles. She was the best person to ask about this.
--PART TWO--
Dr. Natalie Lambert looked up from her microscope suddenly at the rap on her door. It was a quick insistent rapping. She really hated to be disturbed during the microscopic examination, but... RAP! RAP! Still, it didn't sound like they were going anywhere soon. She made a few final notes and went to the door. Opening it, she was surprised to be confronted by Janette. She stepped back, startled. She and Janette were not friends. The only thing they had in common was their feeling for Nick.
“Janette?” Nat asked in confusion. “Is everything alright?”
Janette swept into the room with a young, pale woman behind her. Janette was wearing what Nat always had thought of as her travelling clothes. Dark slacks, a short, hooded woolen coat, and a pair of calf boots. The woman that had accompanied her was very slim and had a strange expression on her face. She was dressed in an full-length dress as if she was from another time. Maybe she was, she mused to herself. If she was with Janette, it was very possible she wasn't human. Looking back into Janette's eyes, she could see that she was extremely agitated. This was very worrying. What could possibly agitate her? Janette had lived through God knows how many wars. What could possibly upset her?
“Janette, please calm down. Have a seat. Would you like, well, I can't offer blood. But, I can find some water or coffee.” She smiled and motioned the two woman towards some office chairs. The other woman took her chair, smiling at Nat politely and curiously. She shuddered involuntarily. Really it was like being on a buffet and having one of the patrons determine how she would taste. Disturbing. However, she wasn't afraid. She trusted Janette to keep the other in line.
Janette refused the offer of a chair. She was still very agitated at the whole turn of events. In the cab on the way over to the Medical Examiner's, she had tried calling Nicolas a few more times, still with no success. She paced nervously.
Now, Nat was really worried. The more Janette paced, the more upset she got. Was it --- “Janette, please, you're upsetting me. Has something happened? Is it --- Nick?”
Janette turned and looked at the mortal girl. She really didn't like her much, she was sure in the end she would be more harm than good for her Nicolas. Still, she never tried to hurt him overtly. And, she wasn't un toubib like some of the others that had tried to help Nicolas over the centuries. She smiled at Natalie. “Non, non, la docteur Natalie, it is nothing like that. I just can't contact Nicolas. I need your help, s'il vous plait. This young lady is Drusilla, she is Nicolas' new partner's...”
Hmmm, Janette thought, she could hardly expose her or the partner if Nicolas hadn't told Natalie. He probably had, but she couldn't take the chance...
Natalie looked up at Janette's hesitation. **Oh! She isn't sure if I know.** “Janette, I know that Nick's new partner is a vampire. And, so is she, judging by the rather hungry looks she's been giving me. Has she, well, has she fed?”
Janette chuckled. The child was looking at her like that. Drusilla looked up at the comment and smiled at Nat. Nat shivered again. “Yes, yes, I fed. You just smell yummy. Like... pomegranates! My mummy used to like them, you know. They made her hands all red, just like blood.”
Nat shivered again. She didn't want to be alone with this one. And, the way she spoke. It was so simple, almost like a child. There was something else, though. Almost like she could look right through you. Like she could see into your soul, your very core. She hastily looked up into Janette's eyes. She smiled at her. “Yes, well. That's very nice. Still, Janette.. Nick and Angel are out of town, they were called out to Hamilton. I don't think they'll be back for quite a while. Some pretty rough country, the cell phones might not work in certain areas.”
“Merde!” Janette cried out. “What will we do now?”
“What's happened?” Natalie was very curious now.
Janette considered the question. She wasn't sure what to tell Natalie. She sat down and sighed. “Yes, Drusilla has la vue secondaire.” At the look of puzzlement on Natalie's face, she continued. “The.. the second sight? She can see the future.”
Nat looked skeptical. **Second sight? Visions?** Hardly scientific. But, if she'd been asked about vampires fifteen years ago, she would've denied them as well. Still...
Drusilla narrowed her eyes at this new woman's expression. **She didn't believe. She should. I've never been wrong. Never.** “You don't believe. You should. You lost a niece some years ago. A bad man came and took her away. Nicky told you when they found her.”
Natalie gasped. **How could she know? Nick wouldn't have just...** She shook her head violently. Nick's partner could've told her. It wasn't likely but, it could've happened that way. The way she said it was so frightening. However she had to believe that Nick had said something. It was better than the alternative. “N-nick. He told his partner – he could've told you. Or J-janette, he could've told her.”
Drusilla shook her head in disgust. She should understand. “I'm telling the truth. I see things. I've always seen things. The priests they said it was the touch of Satan. That it was nothing more than pure evil.”
Janette snorted in disapproval. **Yes, priests would say that to a young girl. Especially in the old days.** However, this wasn't helping. It would just alienate Natalie. “Drusilla, be kind. This is all new to Natalie. Natalie, I'm sorry. Please just accept that she can see things. As une expérience, no?”
Nat started breathing deeper to calm down. She nodded, smiling weakly at Janette. Yes, yes, she could do that. “Yes, of course, I'm sure I can do that. Thank you, Janette. What exactly do you need from me?”
“She has seen something most frightening. All about blood and stars screaming for vengeance. However, she does not make much sense. I was hoping her daddy could help.”
“Her daddy?” **Now, I'm really confused. She's a vampire – isn't her daddy dead?** “She's a vampire. Wouldn't her father be long gone by now?”
Drusilla giggled and started to open her mouth to speak. Janette motioned at her to be silent. No sense in upsetting Natalie any further. “Not her father. Her sire. Angel... Detective Angelus is her sire.”
“Sire? Do you mean like LaCroix is for you and Nick? Is that what you mean?”
Janette nodded, grateful that she didn't have to go into every grisly detail.
Natalie thought about this. “Well, I'm not sure I can reach Nick or Angel. However, we can try Mrs. Angelus. She seems quite... um, capable.” That should cover it. But would she want to talk to vampires? She seemed the sort to kill first and ask questions later.
Janette shuddered involuntarily. “Mon dieu! Non! Elle qui faire périr! Non!”
(Translation: “My God! No! The Slayer! No!”)
Drusilla came to life at this. **Of course! Buffy would know what to do!** “Yes! Call her! Stepmummy will know what to do!”
Janette wasn't sure. She felt instinctively that staying away from the Slayer was the best course of action, yet... She looked to Natalie for her opinion. “Natalie, what are your thoughts? I do not want to meet my death. But.. the vision was very horrible. If she truly has la vue secondaire, we must stop what is to happen.”
Nat nodded, thinking to herself. Perhaps it would be safer if they met her here, she could act as a mediator. She shook her head in disbelief. She was acting like she believed this madwoman. That's what she was. She really seemed quite mad. However...
“Yes, Janette, I agree. I'll look up Detective Angelus' home number and ask her to come over. Perhaps if I act as mediator and if neither of you makes any threatening moves, we can live through the evening.”
As she looked up the number on the computer, Nat shuddered at the sound of maniacal laughter coming from Drusilla. It seemed as if she knew something that belied Nat's calm statement. She shivered. It was just as if someone had walked over her grave.
--PART THREE--
Buffy couldn't believe she'd come at the doctor's request. **I should've just told her to get lost.** She shook her head in consternation. She'd also tried to get a hold of Angel and Nick. Just like Dr. Lambert had said, they weren't answering their cell phones. **I really don't want to deal with Drusilla. Unless of course said dealing meant burying a stake deep in her heart.** She groaned out loud at the promise she had given her husband. **Why? Why had I promised that?**
She became alert at the first quivers up and down her spine. **Vampires. More than one.** So, she was closer. She neared Dr. Lambert's office and pushed open the door. There inside the room were three women. A very tense Dr. Lambert. **Well, I'd be tense too if I was in the same room with Dru.** She noticed that the good doctor wouldn't look Dru in the eye. Good for her. Then, there was the second woman. She was very, very beautiful. She must be this Janette. One of the vampires Angel mentioned. And, then there was Dru. Crazy, beautiful, homicidal Dru. Dru was looking up at her and smiling, smiling quite happily. Buffy shivered in disgust.
“Stepmummy!” Buffy flinched when Dru screamed out that. **God, no, couldn't she just call me Slayer? Or Mrs. Angelus? Or even just Buffy? But, stepmummy? I don't know how I can handle being called that.**
Drusilla jumped up against Nat and Janette's protestations. She ran to her stepmummy and put her arms around her in an embrace. **That was it!** Buffy thought in anger. With one arm firmly braced in Dru's stomach, she threw her across the room. Dru impacted on some scientific equipment in the corner. Nat flinched as she thought how many man-hours in work she'd just lost. **Damn! We should've met her somewhere else. Like a firing range. Or a padded cell.**
Janette moved quickly to Drusilla. **Hmmm, that was way too fast. Way too fast indeed.** Buffy filed the information away. **This different breed of vampire is certainly something I need to learn about. Especially if they move like that.**
“Drusilla!” Janette scolded the child. “We told you NO threatening moves. Comprendez vous?”
“I'm sorry, Janette.” Drusilla whined. “I was just so happy to see my...”
“DON'T SAY IT, DRU!” Buffy yelled angrily.
“Please, please, calm down.” Nat tried to calm every one down. “I really don't want to come to the attention of Security.”
Buffy took a deep breath. **Quite right. I never have good experience with security, or the police for that matter.** She smiled at Dr. Lambert. “I'm sorry, doctor. You're quite right. I would appreciate it if Dru could call me something other than stepmummy. It just rubs me the wrong way.”
Janette by this time had helped Dru back to the chair. “Certainement. I'm sure she can do that. Oui, ma fille?” Drusilla nodded happily. **Anything! I'm just too eager. I just have to be patient. Stepmummy will see. She can love me, I know she can!** “Now, Madame Angelus, Drusilla has had a vision, a terrible thing she saw. I couldn't understand what she was saying. Do you believe, Madame? Natalie, here, is une scientifique. She is very skeptical.”
Buffy didn't know why, but she liked this French vampire. Even if she didn't understand half of her words. But she did like her. She nodded politely. “Oh, yes. I believe Drusilla. Even if I don't like her. Even if I want to kill her. But, I do believe her. She's never been wrong, you know.”
Nat listened to all of this with a grain of salt. She still couldn't believe. Still, if there was even a chance that the strange woman was right and she did nothing, she would never be able to live with herself.
Buffy turned to Drusilla. “Now, Dru, what's all this about a vision? And, remember, you lead me into a trap, I'll kill you. Painlessly.”
Drusilla's lower lip protruded in petulance. How mean of her. She opened her mouth and began her story.
--PART FOUR--
Natalie couldn't believe what she was doing. They were in the PATH tunnels underneath downtown Toronto. They had entered through the City Hall entrance using Nat's security pass. They were heading towards the Four Seasons Performing Arts Center. That's the target. She looked around and shuddered nervously. No one really knew Nat's secret. She was afraid of underground spaces. Petrified really. It was that feeling of being buried alive. She hated it. She wasn't really claustrophobic. Just hated being underground. Yet here she was.
It had taken nearly an hour to extract the sense from Drusilla's vision. And that had been what it was like – an extraction, almost like surgery. Even after they got all they could from her, it was still incredibly vague. Janette and Drusilla made sketches and maps from the information. The information had all seemed so very limited to Nat. Even if what she said had been true, there was no way they could ever act on it. However, Janette and Buffy surprised her. They accepted what this Drusilla had said and set out to fill in the missing pieces.
Janette got on her cell phone and had started calling people – probably vampires, Nat had realized. She photographed the sketches with her phone and sent it to these people. Eventually she found someone who had recognized it. Apparently, several of her kind used it as a feeding ground. No deaths, she had said in answer to the glares from Nat and Buffy. They feed and then they hypnotize the victim to forget what had ever happened. No body, no police, no questions. **Voilá! The target is directly beneath the Four Seasons Performing Arts Center!**
Buffy, for her part, was also busy. She called someone she referred to as her Watcher. (Definitely with a capital W, Nat thought.) She called him Giles and she started giving him all their information. Nat got online and set up a web cam conference. He was an older gentleman with a distinct British accent. He had been quite upset to see Drusilla there. Like Buffy, he didn't seem to like her either. He didn't seem very comfortable with his computer. He kept on saying things like “oh dear, oh dear, oh dear” and “bloody hell” and would grab book after book after book. All of the books had looked quite old to Nat. However, he had seemed very professional. If hunting evil underground whatevers could be a profession. He really needed to digitize all of that information, Nat mused as she cleaned up her lab. If they were to ever leave, she didn't want it to look like she'd been fighting for her life.
That was yet to come, she thought as she looked nervously around the tunnel. It was so quiet. Deathly quiet. At least her lab had equipment that hummed and whirred, there was nothing down here. However, her companions seemed very comfortable. I suppose, vampires would be. A good place to move through the city without fear of sunlight. And, Buffy, if she really did hunt vampires, this would be an excellent place.
Natalie shifted the bag higher up on her shoulder. When Buffy was finally given her marching orders (as Nat liked to think of it), they'd made a plan. She smiled grimly, yes, they had ALL made a plan. A Slayer, two vampires, and one very, very nervous forensic pathologist. She wasn't nearly as strong or fast as the others. Still, she felt she had to help. So, she'd ransacked her office for weapons. Most Buffy had just snorted at. She was right. You had to get awful close for a scalpel to work. Most of her 'weapons' were designed for victims who were still... as the grave. So, she grabbed some first aid supplies.. just in case. On their way out, however, Buffy noticed the fire axe. She broke the glass with her elbow and handed it Nat. She said it was much more useful, just remember to aim for the head. And to not pull back – the demons wouldn't.
Nyazian troll witches. That's what they were after. She'd seen the picture that nice Mr. Giles had held up to the web cam. She shuddered at the memory. Even Janette was affected. At least that 's what she had gotten from the stream of French that had come from her mouth. Words like merde, enfer, monstre. They had to stop them, too. They were going to sacrifice a bunch of mortals... humans. This was so they could open something called a hellmouth. Nat wasn't sure what that was, but judging by the name it wasn't good.
**Damn, Nick! Out of all the nights to be incommunicado, you had to pick tonight?** Nat was sure she wasn't the only one that wished Nick, or Angel, or even LaCroix was there. Janette had asked if she could call LaCroix. But Buffy had ruled that completely out. She was upset enough that she had two vampires – but three? It wasn't only no, it was hell, no! So, there were four women picking their way up the tunnels. Nat, at least, had the good sense to leave messages on the voice mail of both detectives and their home answering machines. Surely, one of them would check that. At the very least, their bodies might be found. **Hmmm... Maybe not the vampires.** But hers and Buffy's there surely would be something left. **Maybe not.** She quickly suppressed that thought, it was just too gruesome to contemplate.
They had halted at a T-connection. Buffy looked silently at Janette. Janette aimed her to the north. Apparently, Buffy hadn't been hunting these grounds yet. Thankfully, Janette did know her way around. Looking around, she shuddered again. Still no sign of life. Looking at her companions, she saw Drusilla smiling at her and nodding her head as if to say everything's alright. Nat smiled back and kept her eyes on Buffy. She wasn't sure why but she felt if she was going to survive the evening, it would be by doing what Buffy told her to.
--PART FIVE--
The two detectives were heading back to Toronto in Angel's 1967 Plymouth convertible. Nick was leaning back in the leather seat. Ah, he thought to himself, having an undead partner was going to be nice. No more worrying about if your partner has had garlic recently. He shuddered at the thought of Schanke breathing on him while chewing a clove of garlic.
Angel heard his partner sigh and saw him shudder out of the corner of his eye. “Anything wrong?”
Nick chuckled. However, his partner would be able to hear every little thing. “No, Angel, I was just thinking about the advantages of having an undead partner.” Angel's eyebrow rose in question. “Well, I had this partner once, Schanke, he was told chewing garlic was good for him. Nearly lost it after smelling his breath, I'll tell you.”
Angel had to laugh at this. That certainly was enough to shudder at. He looked at the road signs. **Only another 40 kilometers to go. About 30 minutes. I should call Buffy and see if she needs anything. He looked at his watch. It was two in the morning. No, she'd still be on patrol. I'll call later.** He looked to Nick. “Yeah another nice thing is not worrying if your partner needs to stop at the rest area.”
Angel and Nick laughed heartily together. Nick still worried. Angel had been Angelus. The stories he had heard... Still, he liked Angel. Angel seemed to be, by nature, a quiet man. He always let Nick do the talking, only asking a question if Nick didn't seem to ask the one he wanted. He was a watcher. That wasn't surprising, though. If a vampire survives to that age, he has to learn to be patient, to watch, to plan. Impetuous and impulsive vampires don't live long at all.
Angel was thinking about this too. Very rarely did he find a vampire in the Americas that had heard of him. However, Nick had lived in Europe for most of his eight centuries. Of course, he had heard of him. That wasn't good. He wanted Nick to trust him. Unfortunately, when others found out of what he had done, that usually didn't happen. Except for rather exceptional people. People like Willow and... Fred. Angel cringed at the thought of Fred. He missed her.
“Are you alright?” Nick asked. He recognized the look on Angel's face. Pain. Loss. Guilt.
Angel smiled and nodded. “I'm fine. I was just thinking of a friend I had lost. She was very special. She accepted me. She never questioned about my past, she knew, and just loved me for who I was.”
Nick nodded. He knew all too well what that was like. Natalie. Nat was like that. He pulled out his cell phone and decided to call her. Angel cocked an eyebrow. “Nat. I thought I'd call and...”
“Good idea. Say hello for me.” Angel tuned the radio to CERK, keeping the volume low. Over the last week, he'd come to enjoy LaCroix's radio show. Even if he didn't care for the man himself.
“... not in my office right now, but if you leave a message I'll get right back to you.” There was a short pause and second message, a personal addition made by Nat. “If that's you Nick, please, please check your voice mail.” Nick came to attention at that last.
“What was that?” Angel asked, turning off the radio. He smiled at Nick when he glared at him. “Sorry, Nick, couldn't help. Preternatural vampire ears, and all that. She sounded a little upset, didn't you think?”
“I did. Better call my voice mail.” He pressed the voice mail button on his phone and waited. Worrying. He listened to the message, fear and terror filling his stomach. “Mon dieu!”
“Hell and damnation.” Angel agreed, his Irish brogue coloring his voice. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator. **A hellmouth. Damn! Buffy and Drusilla. Double damn! This will never end well.**
Nick looked at Angel in concern. “Damn! What an idiot! Stop the car!”
A large growl came from within Angel's chest. “What the hell are ye on about, boyo?”
Nick shook his head at the deep Irish brogue. He'd forgotten what one of those was like. “I can fly, damn you!” The car swerved to the side of road almost immediately. Angel whirled on him.
“By yourself? Or can you carry a passenger?”
Nick thought about this. He was strong. However, Angel was a large man. But... “Yes! I can carry you. It might not be top speed. But, damn, it'll be faster than the damn car.”
“Great. Let me get a bag out of the trunk and we're off.” Nick started to protest, but knew it would be useless. He waited for Angel and then they were off, speeding through the night. Speeding to save their families. Their women. Nick prayed that he was fast enough.
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