SUMMARY: Dru & Miss Edith dialogue fic. Set before Crush.
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For some reason, I have decided Miss Edith is a 90 year old black woman in a little doll's body. Try to go with it. < G >
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: This is very stupid.
Tea Time
by Rebecca Carefoot
"I been thinking about Spike."
"My Spike."
"That's what I said. When you gonna find your boy and bring him home, child?"
"He's all in the dark. The stars can't see him anymore."
"You know where he is, baby. You know who he's with."
"I could smell her on him, in him. Slayer. In his hair, in his clothes."
"Stop fidgeting around, girl. Sit down."
"I can smell her! I can-"
"You can't smell her. She's in Sunnydale."
"On my Angel. On my Spike."
"I said stop waving your hands around like that. Calm yourself down."
"She's taken them. My family. We're all broken now, scattered like a tiny bird's feathers after the kitty's bitten it's head off."
"Stop talking crazy. You know you're his princess. You think that Slayer could make him forget?"
"Not anymore, not-"
"Honey, sit your ass down."
"Princess."
"Now what?"
"I'm dancing. Can't you hear the music?"
"Honey, the only music I hear is that car alarm going off."
"The moon is singing. Psss. Psss. Psss."
"Sounds to me like the sprinklers is singing. And don't change the subject."
"My Spike is lost."
"So you ain't gonna do nothing to bring him back?"
"I could tear out her heart."
"A good start. But you've seen her fight. She ain't no Kendra."
"I could make him remember. Burn her out of him, like Angel burned me."
"Now stop playing with your scars, they'll never heal if you keep picking at them."
"I like the little hurts, the blood."
"Don't lick yourself, baby. It ain't dignified."
"It tastes like candy. Little hands. Little feet. Sugared lemons, bitter and sweet."
"Dru, baby, try to focus. Spike. Sunnydale."
"Time for tea, Miss Edith."
"Child, I ain't hungry."
"Yes, you are. Come sit at the table."
"I don't want no tea. I want you to go to Sunnydale and get your Spike back."
"I will go to Spike when the moon says it is time."
"You know that fool moon ain't nothing but a liar."
"Miss Edith speaks out of turn."
"Now stop that. You put that gag away."
"You shall have no cakes."
"Get that off! Get away! Ge--"
"Would you like some tea, Miss Edith?"
"Mmmph."
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