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"Spike? Are you there, Spike?" Drusilla came out of the darkness, looking for her boy. Spike rushed back to his wheelchair before she could see him.
"I'm here, Dru," he told her. She smiled and moved to him. He heard her sire before he saw him--Angelus.
"Of course you're here, Spikey. Where else would you be?" He stepped out from the same direction that Dru had come from. Spike willed himself not to think of whatever they'd been up to. But all the same, he allowed himself to think, "I wish that Slayer and her friends would do something about that ponce. If I could, I'd stake the son of a bitch myself."
"There's something in coming," breathed Drusilla. "I can feel it. It's whispering to me..." She started to dance around the room.
"What is it, Dru, luv?"
Spike wheeled over, trying not to upset her. She pouted and cried out a little. He stopped, confused. Then she whirled on Angelus. "I won't tell you."
"Come on, Dru, baby." Angelus placed his hands on her hips.
"No. Not until you do something about the slayer's friends." She pulled away from him, still dancing to the songs that only she could hear.
"I already killed one of them, Dru!" he snarled in frustration.
"Yeah, well, maybe she wants a few more dead, so that she won't have to look over her shoulder when she goes out."
"Did I ask for your opinion, Spike?" Angelus asked in mock-politeness. "Because that's something that I can't remember myself doing recently. In fact," he began, walking away from Dru, "I don't think I've ever done that. When I want the opinion of a useless cripple with peroxide hair and the creativity of a one year old, I'll ask for it. But until then, keep your mouth shut." With that, he leaned over Spike menacingly.
"She's ready," whispered Drusilla.
"Who is?" Angelus forgot about Spike, turning back to his daughter.
"The Slayer." She giggled a little. "Something's going to happen!"
"What is, Dru?"
"Mmm. It's going to make her all weak inside. And the stars say that it's going to happen all at once. She'll cry and she'll plead, but it's all going to hurt her. All of the dark things that the night can bring.... They're all coming for her. To swallow her."
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