Disclaimer: Characters used within this story do not belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and all the other people who are definitely not me. However, this story and some characterizations are mine.
Rating: PG
Note: Can't do accent, no good at them. Bear with me.
Thanks to Bronwyn/Moon Girl for bearing with my outrageous ideas, and to Clare for support, ideas and lots of good stuff.
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Part One
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"Spike? Is that you?" A feminine voice echoed out.
"Yeah, it's me." A blonde guy sauntered in. He stepped close to Drusilla and examined her face. She stared innocently into his brown eyes. "You haven't eaten yet 'ave you?" Drusilla shook her head. "How many times do I 'ave to tell you Princess? You *have* to eat."
"But I'm not 'ungry."
"You need to. Look, you're so pale. I'm worried about you." Spike caressed her cheek.
"Oh all right."
"I'll get you somethin' to eat." Spike smiled and left.
"I can take care of myself!" Drusilla called out after him but he was too far off to hear. Drusilla decided to go out hunting by herself.
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"It's not safe!"
"I can take care of myself!" Buffy was a little sick of Angel's extreme protectiveness of her ever since Spike's arrival to Sunnydale.
"He's out there. Waiting. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I can take care of myself thank you oh so very much. I killed the Master remember? Spike is no different." Buffy started to walk off but Angel blocked her way.
"But he is." Angel insisted. "He doesn't play by the rules... I taught him that." He added the last bit in a faint whisper.
"So wha..." Buffy finally absorbed that last sound bite. "What do you mean 'I taught him that'?"
"I..." Angel kicked himself mentally. He sighed and decided to tell her the truth. "I'm Spike's Sire."
"YOU'RE HIS SIRE!!??" Buffy blew up. "When were you planning on telling me this tiny piece of information?"
"Uh... never?"
"I don't believe this." Buffy shook her head and tried once again to move past Angel. "Out of my way." Angel realized that he had to let her go, and let her cool off. But he would follow her, just in case Spike decided to attack.
Drusilla walked out into the night. The chilly night air sent shivers down her spine. There was no Spike to offer her his coat.
"I can take care of myself." She whispered. "I can take care of myself." Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a young girl all by herself in a dark alley. "It isn't safe to walk by yourself at night." Drusilla tisked in her English accent. "Not safe at all."
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"Buffy, listen to me."
"I don't listen to liars." Buffy walked on in anger. Angel suddenly sensed something and left, without notifying Buffy. "Liars are not good things. They... lie. Are you listening to me?" Buffy turned around and realized that Angel has pulled another one of his disappearing acts again. "Damn you!"
"Do you play with dollies?" A wispy, high-pitched voice echoed to Buffy. Buffy turned, and found a girl about her age standing a couple of feet off. The manner of this girl was really strange to Buffy. Her accent kinda reminded Buffy of Giles, but it was also completely different. The dress she was wearing was of an olden style, and she was really pale and weak looking.
"Dollies? A little old for dolls aren't we?" Buffy realized right away that this girl is a vampire. From the look of it, it was going to be no trouble at all.
"That isn't a nice thing to say. I'll have to punish you." Drusilla smiled and turned to her vampire form.
Angel, from a distance, again sensed that strange vibes from before. He ran back to Buffy, and found her fighting a female vampire. That female vampire looked so familiar to Angel... someone he has met before.
"Drusilla." Angel whispered in horror. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all.
Angel wasn't worried that Buffy might lose, he was worried that she would win... with disastrous results. Angel knew that Spike was fiercely protective of Drusilla. Though he might not appear so to others, Spike was hopelessly in love with Drusilla and would protect her with every last bit of his being.
Spike was formidable enough being the rash, unthinking... moron that he was. But if Drusilla died by the hands of Buffy... an angry Spike was definitely not someone you would want as an adversary.
Spike drew in a breath of the cold night air and he caught just the faintest sound of a fight. Curious, he ran towards the sound.
"Buffy no!" Buffy turned and saw Angel running at full speed at them. That slight distraction was all Drusilla needed to tackle the Slayer. "Buffy, stop!" Angel tried again. He wanted to intervene was he was still too far off to do anything.
"This isn't a good time Angel!" Buffy yelled back, unaware of the knowledge Angel had.
Spike turned a corner and found the Slayer fighting. A bit off into the distance, Angel.
"Must be my lucky night. Two birds with one stone." Spike was starting to smile until he saw who Buffy was fighting.
Angel sensed, rather than saw, Spike arrival. He cursed under his breath. Angel could see that Spike realized who Buffy was fighting.
"Buffy!"
"Drusilla!" Angel and Spike cried out in unison. Buffy learnt from before to ignore Angel's outcries, but not Drusilla. Spike was so close, only a couple of yards away.
Drusilla turned at the sound of her beloved. Buffy took advantage this time. Drusilla never saw it coming.
Spike crossed the distance between them and caught her as she fell. He fell to his knees from her weight. "Spike?"
"I'm 'ere, Dru. I'm 'ere." Spike tried desperately to wish away the wooden stake protruding from Drusilla's heart. He told himself that this wasn't happening. This had to be another one of those nightmares. ~Please, whatever forces out there, please don't let her die.~ Spike pleaded.
"I'm cold." Drusilla didn't seem to realize her predicament. "Spike, why are you so blurry? I feel strange. Spike?" Her slightly frantic whispers tugged at Spike's heart. Drusilla reached up and touched Spike's cheek. She saw the pain in his eyes and she wanted to make it go away. She didn't want anyone to hurt her Spike. Drusilla felt wetness on her fingers and she realized they were tears, tears from Spike. In all her years with him, she had never seen Spike cry.
"Why are you crying, my little Spike?" And with that, Drusilla was no more. All that was left were dust in the wind.
Buffy and Angel watched the whole scene. What seemed like years was only seconds. Suddenly, Buffy felt something that she had never felt before after killing a vampire: regret.
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