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Disclaimer: I own none of these characters only borrowed them, Buffy and co. belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, and all that good stuff. Thanks for creating them for us, please don’t sue. ^-^

Set: In Season 2, Drusilla decided it time to pay Spike back for healing her. And she has her eyes set on a certain prize.

Chapter 1

Angelus’ cock pounded into Drusilla with such force that the bed moaned in protest. Drusilla's long, sharp nails took no mercy on him as she clamped down and, scratched his back, drawing deep crimson streaks that made him howl with pleasure. The smell of blood in the air urged their demons forward as they both sought their release. They clawed at each other relentlessly; their cool flesh coming together in a passionate symphony. It was violent, and merciless.

Angelus’ demon rejoiced in it., Ooh how he had miss such carnal pleasures. He had even more satisfaction knowing that the little bitch, Buffy, would pay for making him even think about loving her.


Spike wheeled around his room trying to block out the horrid noise of his dark princess and his grand-sire going at it for the seventh time that night.

“Damn that bloody bitch and her organ throwing self.," he cursed as he threw the book in his lap across the room. Oh, he would show all of them soon. He was slowly regaining the use of his legs, and once he could walk, he planned on ripping off one of Angelus' arms and beating him silly with it. He’d knock Dru around a bit for leaving him for that ponce.

And then there was the Slayer., Ooh how she would pay... Spike’s mouth watered just from the thought. He could practically taste her blood in his mouth, smell her fear. Oh yeah, getting out of this chair and getting to full strength was well worth it.

Drusilla walked through the bedroom door while Spike was still in deep thought. He turned around to face her and was overwhelmed by the musky scent of his grand-sire.

“You could have showered first, Dru,” Spike growled, attempting to put some distance between them.

Drusilla danced over to him and took his face in her hands.

“My Spike has been such a good boy, hasn’t he? But he must learn to share his toys.” She smiled, her fingers running lightly down his nose. The female vampire leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the spot she had just caressed.

“But don’t worry, my William. I have a gift for you. I shall bring it soon. Miss Edith says you’ll be quite pleased.” She turned and left the room.


Kick, punch, kick. Buffy sent them in succession to her opponent. The vampire’s head snapped back from the forced of the Slayer’s fist before doubling over to clutch his stomach. The next kick connected with his head, sending him flying back into a tombstone. The stone cracked as the vampire bounced off. Before the unfortunate vampire could regain his footing, Buffy pounced. With practiced ease, she sent a stake through his heart and watched as he vanished in a cloud of dust.

Buffy turned around when she heard the 'eep' from Willow, finding her cornered by two vamps. One had obviously knocked her holy water super-soaker gun out of her hands and Willow was trying her best to stay alive by thrusting a cross in their faces. Her hands were almost shaking too much to perform the task.

“Hey!” Buffy called out as she approached the trio. The two vamps whipped around to face her. “Didn’t (punch) your (punch) mother (kick) tell (punch) you not (punch) to play with your (kick) food? (Stake).” Buffy swatted at the vampire dust that flittered around her, she stuffed the stake back in to her pants and walked over to her friend.

“You ok, Wills?” Buffy asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Willow response was a widening of her expressive eyes; her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water and gasping for its last breath. Buffy was so caught up in her concern that she failed to notice the powerful vampire approaching her.

Cursing her inattentiveness, Buffy quickly spun around and came face to face with Drusilla. There was a wicked and sinister smile gracing the vampire's lips as she quickly grabbed Buffy by the throat, locking her in an icy cold grip. Using the element of surprise to her full advantage, Drusilla was able to toss Buffy like a rag doll across the graveyard, where she landed with a sickening thud next to a mausoleum.

Willow stood there, unsure of the best course of action. Drusilla was big with the scary - and with the whole tossing her best friend like a rag doll? No, her feet didn't seem to want to come off the ground, keeping her firmly rooted in place. Willow watched helplessly as the vampiress seemed to move with an eerie grace, almost as if she were gliding, along the ground towards her fallen friend.

“BUFFY!” Willow shouted to get her friend’s attention.

Buffy looked up to see a pale hand, with blood red nails, reach for her. She tried to move out of reach, but was quickly pinned again. Drusilla locked eyes with her nemesis. Buffy couldn’t help but look into those dark orbs that passed as eyes. The vampire began to sway like a willow tree blowing in a slight summer breeze, and more terrifying, Buffy found herself swaying, as well. Fully entranced, Buffy's head was filled with Dru’s voice.


And all went dark.


Drusilla knew Angelus was out hunting when she returned and headed straight for Spike’s room. Pushing open his door, she walked over to his bed and laid her gift of the slayer out before him. Spike watched her for a silent moment before wheeling over to the bed.

Drusilla’s eyes danced with merriment, like a child on Christmas morning.

“Look, my prince, I have brought you your gift.”

Spike looked at her skeptically. “Did Angelus put you up to this?”

“No, daddy doesn’t know. I wanted to get you something special. You need your strength to get better,” she said with a pout.

“I miss my William, and I want him back.” Her eyes danced at her words and she waited for his acceptance of her gift.

Spike looked at his sire before turning his eyes back at the slayer lying on the bed, yet didn't move. Drusilla was starting to get impatient. She leaned forward and started to coo little nothings in his ear.

“Mummy wants to play with her Spike,” Drusilla whispered, placing her hand over Spike’s crotch and caressed him, causing him to hiss with sudden pleasure. She ran her finger down his cheek before slicing it open and drawing blood with her sharpened nail. Leaning over, Drusilla flicked her tongue over the wound, and Spike’s cock jumped to attention from her actions. A purely feminine smirk graced her lips as her hand moved to unzip him, effectively releasing his erection into her waiting hands.

She took him into her mouth, and with one long pull back up, she sucked her cheeks in, causing a moan to escape Spike’s lips as he closed his eyes tightly. She stopped at the head of his cock. “Oh, how I have missed you,” Drusilla murmured, placing a kiss upon the thick tip before biting down slightly.

Releasing Spike's engorged member, Drusilla drew away. “But no playing until you have finished your supper,” she chided her childe teasingly before grabbing a fist full of Buffy’s golden locks and pulling her towards Spike.

“Drink, my love. She shall heal you.” She presented Buffy’s neck to Spike.

He grunted in acceptance as his face shifted from his human guise to that of the demon. He leaned forward and worried her jugular vein with his mouth before sinking his fangs in.

“Such a good boy,” Drusilla cooed into his ear, petting his head softly.


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