Banner by Kris
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Prologue
Restfield cemetery was a bust, not one single vamp in sight. Rather than waste more time standing around Buffy the vampire slayer headed to another of Sunnydales countless cemeteries. Deciding on Shady Hill, Buffy took a seat upon the headstone of one Nicholas Small, and waited.
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At the Crawford Street Mansion, Angelus paced the main hall restlessly. Dru had gone out over an hour ago, she should have been back by now. In point of fact she should never have gone out in the first place. Spinning around and directing his misplaced anger at Spike, he raged.
“You stupid fool. Why the fuck did you let her leave?”
Not having any of it Spike defended himself against the onslaught of words; “If I recall correctly, I am Dru’s Childe not her watcher.” His blank tone and look threw Angelus through a loop. Spike didn’t seem to care. The only sign that he was still paying attention was the glare he directed at Angelus himself whenever his back was, and wasn’t, turned.
“Doesn’t sound like you, m’ lad. When did this change occur?”
“When she ran back to her daddy!” Muttering under his breath so Angelus barley heard him, he turned and left the room. A few more words floated back, picked up by the other Master Vampires sensitive hearing before the door closed behind him. “I’ll find her, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
Not one to be outdone by anyone let alone Spike, Angelus went after him determined to find his Childe first.
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Wandering towards Shady Hill, in search of her newborn, Dru sang to herself. Her words muffled by her whispered tone but scarily chilling all the same.
“Collect your pictures off the floor, Pray to God for love and hope.” She held her hands up in front of her and inspected them. Remembering briefly what it felt like to dig herself out of her grave. Finally, she moved her hands lower but clasped them in front of her as if she was really praying and kept walking.
Wandering through the cemetery’s entrance, her words dragging behind her like the train of a brides wedding dress.
“Bring the virgin home for lunch, Bolt the door to keep it shut.” Dru giggled softly.
Coming to a stop a few feet away from the headstone she searched for, Drucilla spotted the slayer. Singing louder to attract her attention and save the minion that was about to rise.
“That sinking feeling, When you are leaving, All I believe in, Walks out the door.” She swayed her hips in time to the rhythm of the song she was singing.
Hearing her Buffy jumped off the gravestone and assumed a fighting stance. Feet splayed a shoulder width apart, hands balled into fists held up in front of her. As Dru walked out of the shadows Buffy finished the next bit of the line. Shaking her head at her involvement of this vampiress’ insanity.
“I tried hard to mend my wicked ways, Damage done there’s nothing left to save.” Buffy voice wavered slightly at the look Dru shot her. It seemed to go straight through her and practically yank her soul back out through her eyes.
Dru tsked and shook her head at Buffy’s intrusion; “Sssh! Bad little girl, spoilt mummy’s fun!”
“Quiet.” Buffy snapped, not really in the mood to unravel riddles. “Are we gonna fight or you gonna babble at me until Angelus or Spike show up to save your insane ass?”
Dru growled in warning but Buffy ignored her; “Come on then crazy lady, give me all you got.”
Not really thinking through what she’d just done until Dru obliged her and pounced for her throat.
{Crap… I need a vacation.}
*Oh I’ve tried… yea I’ve tried…!*
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*A/N:* Nicholas Small is not an original character, in point of fact he is just a really annoying dickhead in my year, and most of my classes. More to the pity, he did not really die! The song Dru and Buffy sing as well as the last line of this chappy is Garbage’s ‘Wicked Ways’ Review me please!?
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Updated Long Way Home as well! :D