~Part 1~

 Spike scowled. He shifted in his seat. He was stuck
at the Watcher's place, listening to him drone on
about some demon that was supposed to be coming to
town. Spike half-heartedly hoped the world would end,
just so Giles would shut up. He looked around the room
in disgust. His sire and the cheerleader were busy
making eyes at each other, the Slayer was filing her
nails as the soldier-boy watched her adoringly, the
moron was stuffing Twinkies in his mouth like there
was no tomorrow, while Anya, the ex-demon, nodded off
to sleep. The other blonde, the witch that was a
friend of Willow's, he thought her name was Tara, or
something like that, was sitting quietly, not looking
at anybody. Willow was listening to Giles intently.
Spike half-smiled as he looked at the redhead. He had
been in love with her for months. He rolled his eyes.
The last thing he wanted was to be sitting in a room
full of ninnys. Maybe he had plans. Plans that
included taking a certain redhead to his bed and not
letting her leave until she was hoarse from screaming
his name over and over as he brought her pleasure.
Somehow, he didn't see that happening anytime in the
near future. He cleared his throat. Everyone turned to
look at the blonde vampire.

 "Yes, Spike?" Giles asked.

 "Well, Watcher, I was thinking, and I realized how
stupid all this really is."

 Giles rolled his eyes, while Anya nodded, agreeing
with Spike.

 "Even I have to agree, G-Man." Xander said, while
getting nods of agreement from Cordelia, Buffy and
Riley.

 "Bloody hell. Fine leave then." Giles grumbled, going
over to his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a shot of
scotch.

 The seven teens and two vampires shrugged and left.
No one noticed the shadow following them.
 

~Part 2~

The raven-haired vampiress tailed the group silently.
The Slayer or Daddy or Spikey must not sense her. That
would ruin her carefully made plans. Her eyes softened
as she looked upon the object of her affection. The
pretty little redhead. She had noticed the girl two
years earlier. When Daddy lost his soul, he told her
and Spike everything about the Slayer and her friends.
He talked about the redhead -Willow- all the time. He
told them everything he knew about her. Drusilla found
herself intrigued. She wanted to meet the girl, so she
tagged along when Spike and Daddy attacked the group
in the library. She watched enraptured as the pretty
Flame battled with all her strength.

 After that, Daddy got his soul back, and Spike took
her to Brazil. She still loved Spike, but not the way
she once did. She found herself falling for the Little
Tree, and knew she had to have her.

 She stopped abruptly, and looked at the doll in her
ams. "What was that, my sweet?" She cocked her head.
"Spikey loves my pretty pet too? Oh, well we can have
that. Pretty's mine." She grinned wickedly as Miss
Edith whispered a plan that only she could hear.
 

~Part 3~

Angel gasped as Willow threw herself at him, feeling
her warm lips against his. He had wanted this for so
long, wanting to hold her, to kiss her, to taste
her...

 Suddenly, he felt Willow ripped away, as Spike
tackled him. He and Angel began to literally beat the
crap out of each other. Buffy shot up, and pulled them
apart. She turned to Willow, a look of shock on her
face. "Willow, what's going on?"

 Willow turned to Buffy, eyes narrowed. "Slayer."
Then, she pouted. "Why did you stop them? It was just
getting good."

 Buffy's mouth dropped open. "Wills? Oh my god! You're
that skanky VampWillow aren't you?"

 Willow grinned. "No. Guess again."

 Buffy watched her friend warily. Something was...off.

 Giles stood back by the stairs, holding a cross,
wondering if he would have to use it on his redheaded
charge.

 Xander looked at her closely. "Willow?"

 Willow shook her head. "Not quite."

 Cordelia wondered if Willow had finally lost her
mind, from hanging out with Buffy for too long. She
wouldn't be suprised. " Willow, what the hell's wrong
with you? Are you insane?" She asked, tactlessly.

 Willow gave her a half-smile. "What's your definition
of insane?"

 Spike growled. "Who the bleedin' hell are you, and
where's my Willow?"

 The redhead smirked. "I'm not telling."

 Spike growled.

 Cordelia looked at the redhead. "That's not Willow?"
She was confused. It looked like Willow, sounded like
Willow...

 Angel looked at the brunette. "Cordelia, trust me.
That's not Willow."

 Oz watched the redhead cautiously. He didn't know
what was happening to his friend, but he was worried.
He put his arm around Buffy's waist.

 Willow walked up to Angel, placing her hands on his
cheeks, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Look
hard, Angel..." She whispered.

 Angel stepped back suddenly. He felt as if a bucket
of ice water had been dumped over his body. He looked
at her for a long time, no one breaking the silence.

 The redhead giggled. "Miss me?"

 Angel just looked at her, gaping.

 "Bloody hell! Who is it, and where's my Red?" Spike
roared.

 "Yeah, Deadboy! Don't leave us in suspence!"

 Willow laughed aloud, placing a kiss on Angel's
cheek. Angel was too shocked to brush her away. "Tell
them. I can't wait to see their faces. The hurt, the
anger, all those pretty things." She laughed again, a
cold, chilling, evil laugh.

 Angel swallowed, and looked at the group waiting
expectantly for an answer. "It's...it's Drusilla."
 

~Part 4~

"WHAT?!" Cordelia shrieked.

 Angel grabbed the redhead's arm. "Dru, where's
Willow?"

 Dru laughed. "Gone."

 Buffy walked over to her enemy in her best friend's
body. "Gone where?"

 "Gone."

 Spike snarled. "Damn it, Dru! Where is she?"

 Drusilla sneered. "You're so weak. Pathetic.
So...human. I don't why she loves you. She'd be better
off with Daddy."

 Spike, enraged beyond sense, grabbed the body of his
lover, inhabited by the insane vampire, and slammed it
into the wall, hand around her neck. Dru gave him an
evil smile, and her eyes glowed white. Suddenly, the
evil look vanished from Willow's face, replaced with
her normal serene features. Her eyes were filled with
tears, not insanity.

 "Spike!" Willow choked out.

 Spike immediately let go of her neck, and caught her
sobbing body in his arms.

 He rocked her, soothing her, placing soft kisses on
her forehead.

 "God, I'm so sorry, baby."

 "Spike!" Willow sobbed. "Make her go away!"

 A transparent image of Dru appeared next to Spike,
giggling, before vanishing again.
 

~Part 5~

Riley hung up the phone, face ashen. He turned to
Forrest. "That was the police. They, uh, found a body
in the alley behind the Bronze. They found some I.D on
it. Forrest, it was Graham." Riley willed the tears to
go away. He watched his friend. "Forrest?"

Forrest shook his head. "No, no. How? Did they tell
you how?"

Riley nodded. "He was drained."

Forrest's eyes darkened. "Hostile."

Riley shuffled his feet. "Hostile."

***

Drusilla looked over the spell. It was perfect. She
had gathered all the ingredients. She smiled, and
began the incantation.

***

Riley knocked softly on the Watcher's front door.
Buffy opened the door and her eyes lit up. She gave
her boyfriend a big hug. "Hi, Riley!" She saw Forrest.
"Hey, Forrest. Tara's inside."

Riley took Buffy's hand and silently led her inside.

"Oh, hello Riley. Forrest." Giles said, looking up
from the ancient tome he was reading. He glanced at
them, then did a double take. "Is there something
wrong?"

Riley sighed. "Yeah. You could say that."

Tara entered the room. "Buffy, have you seen..." She
stopped when she saw Forrest. "H-hi, Forrest."

Forrest attempted a smile. "Hey."

Tara frowned. "What happened?"

"Let's just get everyone here." Riley suggested.

***

"Ugh, I smell like sewer." Cordy complained. She and
Angel trekked through the sewer to reach Giles'. "Why
couldn't of you taken the sewers and I could've
drove?" Cordy demanded of her mate. Angel just sighed.

"Hey, what's up?" Xander asked as he barged in, Anya
behind him. "Buff said it was urgent." He surveyed the
room. Angel was leaning against the wall, Cordy was
sitting in an armchair, Willow sat perched on the
coffee table, Tara and Forrest were sitting on the
floor, Spike was standing near the coffee table,
looking bored, and Buffy and Riley were on the couch.

Buffy eyed her boyfriend critically. "Okay, Riley,
spill it. Something's wrong. I can tell."

Riley dragged a hand threw his hair. "Graham
was...killed last night. It, it was a hostile attack."

Buffy wrapped Riley in a hug. "Oh, honey, I'm so
sorry..."

Tara was rubbing Forrest's back comfortingly.

"I'm so sorry, you guys." Willow said softly. "Graham
was a good guy."

Riley nodded. "Yeah, he was..." He trailed off, tears
evident in his voice.

"Riley," Giles began softly, "do you think this was a
random vampire attack?"

The commando shrugged. "I would think so. I mean, why
would any vampire want to kill Graham?"

"Good question," Buffy said, turning her gaze to
Spike.

***

There was a puff of smoke, and a shape appeared, and
landed on a heap on the floor. Drusilla smiled widely.
"Hello." She said softly.

The figure stood up, and brushed themselves off.
"Where am I?" It asked, confused. It took notice of
the raven-haired vampiress. "Drusilla?"

"I need your help." Dru replied.

"You brought me back. Of course I'll help you." The
figure responded.

Dru smiled. "Thank you."

Darla smiled back. "No, thank you, my grandchilde."
 

~Part 6~

The elder vampire accepted the seat that Drusilla
offered her gratefully. Dru sat down next to her.
Darla looked at her, a look of confusion in her eyes.
"Dru, love. What happened?"

 "Daddy staked you. He did it to save the Slayer." Dru
made a face. "Icky little tramp."

 "What year is it?" Darla asked.

 "2000." Drusilla replied.

 Darla vamped out. "Fuck! It's been four years!" She
smoothed out her features. "Not that long, at least by
my standards, anyway. What has been going on? Is that
blonde slut dead?"

 Dru shook her head. "No. She breathes. Her and her
friends took out the Master. Slayer slept with Daddy,
and Daddy came home."

 "You mean my Angelus is back?" Darla asked hopefully.

 "No. My Red cursed him. Soul is bound to him, never
to leave him ever again." Dru replied.

 "Drusilla, where is Spike?" Darla asked curiously.

 Drusilla snarled. "Spikey is soft! Weak! Helps Daddy
and the Slayer! I don't love Spike anymore. He wants
my Red."

 "Your...Red? Whose that?" The blonde questioned.

 Drusilla clutched Miss Edith tighter. "My Red. Flame.
Power burns in my pet. Magical power. Dark power. Evil
is in her. She cursed Daddy."

 Darla raised her eyebrows. "This...Flame recursed my
Angelus?"

 Dru nodded. "Spikey dreams of her. She is in his
heart."

 "So, you want to kill her for taking Spike from you?"
Darla asked. If possible, her grand-daughter was
nuttier than the last time she saw her forty years
ago.

 "No!" Dru exclaimed. "She is mine! He can't have her.
I killed that icky boy who touched my precious. She
will be my lovely daughter. Help me get her?" Dru
pleaded pitifully.

 Darla raised her eyebrows. Dru was in love. With a
mortal. A mortal *girl* at that.  She was tempted to
sat no, but something clicked in her long-dead brain.
"Red. The redhead that is the Slayer's. Is that her?"

 Drusilla smiled. "Yes, grandmummy."

 Darla vaugely remembered the girl. She had been
interested in the mortal. The girl radiated light and
innocence, which Darla found attractive. The girl had
been pretty. She would have loved to corrupt the girl,
show her how enticing the world of darkness could be.
She smiled. "I'll help you get her, love. Can I play
with her too?"

 Dru grinned. "Yes. We can all play together."

***

 Spike glared at the Slayer. "Why the hell are you
looking at me, Slutty?"

 Buffy arched an eyebrow. "Lest we forget about last
night?"

 Anya snickered.

 Spike narrowed his eyes. "You damned bitch, if you
say anything, I'll kill you. You know I didn't kill
Commando Boy's friend."

 "I know that. I mean, you are chipped, and harmless."
The Slayer smirked, enjoying her enemy's obvious
discomfort.

 "What happened last night?" A clueless Xander asked.
Anya turned and looked at him. She raised her
eyebrows. Xanders eyes widened with recognition. "Oh,
yeah. *That*." He waved his hand dismissively.

 "What?" Riley asked suspiously. "What happened? What
do you know?"

 Anya opened her mouth to explain, but Xander clapped
a hand over her mouth. The ex-demon pried it away.

 Anya pouted. "Fine, Xander. I won't say anything. I
won't say anything at all. I won't mention how jealous
Spike was last night. I certainly won't bring up the
lusty looks he gives Willow. And it would be just
*wrong* to tell her that it's completely obvious
Spike's in love with her." Anya finished, a smirk on
her face.

 Buffy swatted the ex-demon's arm. "Anya!"

 The brunette shrugged. "What did I say?" She said,
feigning innocence.

 "What?!" Willow gasped.

 Spike stood up, looking around uncomfortably. "Walk
you to the dorm, ducks?" He asked softly.

 Willow nodded mutely, and followed him out.

 After the door closed, Riley looked at the assembled
group, wide-eyed. "What the...what the hell just
happened?!"

 Anya rolled her eyes. "Duh! Spike just left with
Willow, whom he loves."

 Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Look, Riley. Forrest. I am
sorry about your friend, but I know that Spike didn't
kill Graham. He was with us when we left."

 "Plus, he's got that chip." Anya added.

 "Spike didn't kill Graham. I would've been able to
tell." Angel said quietly.

 "Oh, right. The smell thing." Cordy said. She
wrinkled her nose. "That's really gross."

 "So," Xander spoke up. "If Spike didn't kill your
friend, who did?"

 Nobody had thought of that.

***

 The walk back to the dorm was filled with an
uncomfortable and awkward silence.

 Finally, Spike cleared his throat. "It's true, you
know."

 Willow looked up at him. "What is?"

 "What Anya said was true." He shuffled his feet. For
all the world, he looked like a nervous teenager out
on his first date.

 They reached the dorm steps. "Thanks for walking
me..." Willow trailed off.

 Spike grinned. "Oh, Red. One more thing."

 Willow turned around. Spike pulled her into his arms,
and gave her a long, deep kiss. When the kiss ended,
he rested his forehead against hers. "I do love you,
you know." He whispered. She nodded. "I think, I think
I might love you too."

 Spike smiled widely. "That's fine with me."

 She turned to go in her building. "I'll see you
tomorrow?" Willow asked softly.

 Spike kissed her again in reply. He waited until she
was safely inside before leaving, a grin plastered on
his face.

***

 Willow walked outside, breathing in the fresh air.
Buffy called her to tell her she was spending the
night at Riley's. Willow couldn't sleep. She needed to
think. She had her stake, cross, and vial of Holy
water. She saw a figure approch her. She started
shaking when she heard the voice. "Hello, my pet."

 Willow had heard that voice only once, but that was
enough. "D-Drusilla." She said, trying not to show her
fear.

 Dru stepped closer. "Spike is here."

 Willow nodded. "Yes, he is."

 "He helps the Slayer." Dru stated.

 Willow nodded mutely.

 "You love him." Dru said softly.

 Willow blushed, and tried to deny it. "N-no..."

 Drusilla narrowed her eyes. "His scent is on you.
What have you done with him?"

 Willow started backing away in fear. "Nothing!
Nothing."

 Drusilla narrowed her eyes. "I don't share."

 Willow nodded frantically, hoping the vampire
wouldn't kill her. "I'm sorry! He's yours! Really!"
Willow hated saying it, but she had to get out the
situation alive, to tell Buffy and Angel Dru was back.
Willow knew she needed help. She didn't stand a chance
against Drusilla's magical powers.

 Drusilla smiled. "Not him, my precious. You. You're
all mine."

 Willow kept walking backwards, until she hit a solid
object. She felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
"Mine too." A soft feminine voice said close to her
ear.

 Drusilla smiled. "Yes. We shall share her. She is
ours.

 Willow started to scream. One of the arms wrapped
around her waist moved to her neck. "Shh." The soft
voice whispered. "The fun has yet to begin." Willow
felt a dull pain, then sunk into inky darkness. The
two females led their new redhead away, slipping back
into the darkness of the shadows.
 

~Part 7~

 Willow opened her eyes, wincing at the pain that
action caused. She tried to raise her hand to rub at
the briuse on the back of her hand, and gasped when
she noticed her hands were tied together, as well as
her feet. Suddenly, her eyes widened. Drusilla had
kiddnapped her. "Oh, crap!" Willow breathed as she
realized she was in serious trouble.

 She heard a soft giggle. "She's awake." Drusilla
announced, stepping into the light.

 "Yes, she is." Another voice agreed, stepping up next
to Drusilla.

 Willow looked at the second figure in astonishment.
"What the--?"

***

 Buffy dialed the number to her dorm room. She had
spent the night with Riley, and had meant to call
Willow before going back to Riley's dorm, but patrol
had taken longer than she thought. Besides, she was
slightly curious to hear about what transpired between
her friend and the blonde vampire. She frowned as the
phone rang four times, and heard the click of the
answering machine. "Hi! This is Buffy and Willow, and
we're not here. Please leave a messege..." Buffy hung
up, a frown marring her features.

 "Buffy, what's wrong?" Riley asked his girlfriend,
concerned.

 Buffy smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure it's nothing. I
called the room to check on Wills, but she didn't
answer. I'm sure she's fine."

 Riley smiled. "Right. I'll bet she's at Giles' right
now."

 Buffy smiled back. "Yeah. She's research girl, our
Wills. She's fine."

***

 Giles hung up the phone and frowned. Willow wasn't
answering her phone. He turned to Xander. "You're
right."

 Xander threw his hands up in the air. "Of course I
am! I *told* you she wasn't answering! Why do you
always doubt me?!"

 Giles raised an eyebrow.

 "It's because you're Xander, honey." Anya told her
boyfriend, patting his leg comfortingly.

 Giles' mouth twitched into a grin. "Quite right. I
wouldn't worry. Willow's probably with Buffy. Here
they come."

 "Hey guys!" Buffy chirped as she and Riley walked in.
Buffy frowned. "Hey, where's Wills?"

 "Isn't she with you?" Xander asked.

 Riley shook his head. "No. We thought she was here."

 "She's not." Anya piped in, stating the obvious.

 Buffy looked at her friends. "She's not in the dorm,
she's not here. What about Tara?"

 Xander shook his head. "Already called her. She
hasn't seen Will since yesterday in Physics class. And
she's not here..."

 "Xander, we know that!" Buffy snapped, worry for her
witchy friend wearing down her patience.

 "Bloody hell, Slutty! Keep it down! Some of us are
trying to sleep!" Spike yelled from downstairs.

 Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'm more worried about Willow
than I am about your sleeping habits, Fang!" Buffy
retorted.

 Spike was at the top of the stairs in an instant, his
clothes rumpled. "Red? What's wrong with my Red?"

Anya looked at Spike, smiling slightly. "You just said
your Red."

 "Yes. My Red. I love her, she loves me." Spike
replied.

 "What?" Buffy screeched. "Did she say that?!"

 Spike nodded, and smirked. "She's mine, Slutty. Where
is she?"

 "She's missing." Giles told him.

***

 "You're-you're dead." Willow whispered in disbelief.

 Darla smirked. "I've been dead for quite awhile,
honey."

 Willow shook her head. "No. No. Angel staked you."

 Darla laughed. "He did." She wrapped an arm around
Drusilla's waist. "But Dru here brought me back."

 Drusilla giggled, and laid her head on Darla's
shoulder. "I like girls better than boys. Girls are so
soft."

 Willow was sure her eyes had to be the size of dinner
plates. "Uh, maybe you could untie me, so I can go and
leave you to your...activities."

 Drusilla sat on the side of the bed, and started
stroking Willow's face tenderly. "So pretty. We want
to play with you, too."

 "Please let me go." Willow whimpered.

 Dru pouted and turned to look at Darla. "She doesn't
want to play."

 "Do it." Darla said softly.

 Dru smiled. She bit into her wrist. She held it to
Willow's mouth. "Drink it."

 Willow clamped her mouth shut. Dru scowled. "Naughty,
naughty." She pinched Willow's nose, cutting of her
supply of oxygen. Willow gasped, droplets of the dark
blood sliding down her throat. Willow coughed
violently, and blacked out.

 "A Princess for Princess!" Dru exclaimed happily.

 Darla grinned. "Yes, love. A Princess for us both."
 

~Part 8~

 Spike's face was blank as he walked over to Buffy.
"What did you say?" He growled softly.

 "She's m-missing." Buffy stammered, backing away from
the furious vampire.

 He turned around, walked down the stairs, and slammed
the door behind him.

 "I...I imagine he is quite upset." Giles stammered.

 Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I got that Giles."

***

 Drusilla hovered anxiously over the pale form of
Willow. The insane vampiress started as she felt arms
wrap around her waist. "It takes awhile." Darla
reassured her softly.

 Dru nodded. "Yes. I do wish she would wake up."

 Darla smiled. "I know, love. But just think, once she
wakes up, she be yours, ours, for eternity."

 Drusilla smiled back. "Yes. Our new family will be
strong and powerful." Drusilla made a face. "Boys go
weak. They turn against us. No boys this time."

 Darla laughed. "I'm not suprised Angelus sided
against us, but I expected more of William." She
shrugged. "Oh, well. They'll learn their lesson soon
enough."

***

 Spike paced back and forth around the basement,
snarling and growling. It figured, it just bloody
figured the second he found love, finally real love,
it was taken away from him. He had cared about
Drusilla, yes. She had been his first lover, shortly
after he was turned. He had taken care of her when
Angelus deserted them. He had doted on her every whim,
but love? No. What he had with Drusilla was something
else. A game with his sire, showing Angel he had taken
Drusilla from him. But it wasn't love. Far from it.
What he felt for Willow was love. True, real love. His
demon demanded he take her and make her his. Forever.
His redhaired goddess aroused feelings in him he
thought he'd lost when he lost his soul. He loved her.
And she had said she loved him too. He smashed his
fist against the wall. It wasn't fair! Someone had
taken her from him! Well, he would find her and
protect her. He would never let anyone hurt her. He
stomped up the stairs, and turned to the blonde
Slayer.

 "What do you want Spike?" She asked him, rolling her
eyes.

 "My Red back." He replied. "I have an idea..."

***

 Drusilla and Darla both rushed over to the bed when
they noticed the redhead stirring. Drusilla stroked
the girl's face as she woke up. "Hello, my lovey." Dru
said softly. "How do you feel?"

 The hacker looked up at the raven-haired vampire. Her
eyes flashed gold. "Mummy. Hungry."
 

~Part 9~

Drusilla laughed delightedly. "Look Grandmummy! A
pretty daughter!"

 Darla grinned, and walked over to stand next to
Drusilla. "How do you feel, sweetie?" Darla asked the
beautiful redhead.

 Willow's eyes flashed gold. "Hungry. Want to kill."
Willow looked up at Drusilla. "Mother. Take off these
chains?"

 Drusilla nodded and unlocked the chains binding her
new daughter. Willow stood up and stretched. She
looked back on her life of goodness and purity in
distaste. "I was so...innocent." Willow spit out the
last word as if it had left a bad taste in her mouth.
"I was so sweet, it was disgusting."

 Drusilla kissed her childe deeply. "Don't worry, my
pretty pet. Grandmummy and I will corrupt you."

 Darla giggled. "I guess I'll save these chains for
later." She nipped at Willow's neck. "First, we have
to teach Willow here how to hunt."

 Drusilla smiled. "Yes. Who do you want to kill first,
lovey?"

 Willow grinned evilly. "Oh, I think I know..."

***

 Percy West sighed. He was bored. The Bronze was
boring, even for a Saturday night. He was walking
through the park, aimlessly, trying to find something,
*anything* to do.

 "Percy..." A soft voice called behind him. He turned
and his jaw dropped. Willow Rosenberg stood behind
him. She was wearing a tight green leather corset, and
black leather pants, and black chunky boots. Her skin
was pale, and her eyes were outlined in black
eyeliner. She looked stunning.

 "Rosenberg. Wow. You grew up." Percy said, as his
eyes roamed her body.

 "I'm so bored. I can't find anything, or *anyone* to
do." Willow whispered as she stalked up to him.

 Percy gulped. "Uh, what?"

 She stood in front of him, wide-eyed. "Don't you want
me?" She ran her fingertips down his chest.

 "Uh, Willow..." Percy started.

 Willow leaned up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. "I
want you." She said.

 Percy shrugged. It was only sex. Besides, she did
look pretty hot. He moaned when she started nibbling
on his neck. He pulled her closer to him.

 "I want you." Willow murmured against his neck as her
face changed. "I want you dead."

 Percy stiffened, and pulled away from her. "What?" He
gasped as he caught a glimpse of golden eyes before he
felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then, nothing.

 Willow pulled away, and let the drained body of the
jock fall to the ground. She felt her human mask slip
back into place as she licked the last of the blood
from her lips. She grinned at the forms of her sire
and great-grandsire in the shadows. "Did I do well?"

 Darla stepped out of the shadows. "Very well, honey."
Darla praised the redhead, kissing her roughly.

 Drusilla walked over to her daughter. "You gave him a
vision of heaven, before sending him to hell."
Drusilla sing-songed, wrapping her arm around Willow's
waist.

 "I think it's time we corrupted our Willow's
innocence, don't you, love?" Darla asked Drusilla as
the trio walked along, back to their lair.

 Suddenly, every nerve in Willow's body started to
tingle, as if her body was trying to warn her about
something. She turned to look at Darla. "Darla?"

 Darla felt it too. "Shit!" She growled. "Slayer!"

 "She's sensed us." Drusilla whispered. She turned to
her grandsire. "She'll ruin all my plans. Miss Edith
told me that mustn't happen."

 Darla drug the redhead away, through the park. Willow
looked at the pretty blonde. "Will she be okay?"

 Darla nodded. "She's protecting us. She'll distract
them while we get away. She'll give the Slayer and
Angelus hell."

 "Angel was there?" Willow asked. "Was Spike there?"

 Darla looked at the redhead as she asked about Spike.
She saw the love, lust, and wanting in her eyes. She
swore softly. Willow still wanted Spike. Well, he
wouldn't get her without a fight. She smiled at the
redhead, and led her away from the approaching Slayer.
***

 Buffy's spider sense went off. "Vamp, this way." She
whispered to Riley, and Angel and Cordelia who were
helping her with patrol, and search for Willow. Spike
was off on the other side of town, doing his own
search. Giles, Xander, and Anya were seeing if there
was any prophecies or demons that may have caused
Willow's mysterious disapperence.

 Angel stiffened when he sensed the vampire. He picked
out the figure in the darkness. "Damn."

 "What?" Cordelia asked softly.

 "It's Drusilla."

 They heard a soft giggle as the raven haired vampire
stepped out of the shadows. "Hello, Daddy."

 Angel's face remained neutral. "Why are you here,
Drusilla?"

 Dru pouted. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

 Angel clenched his jaw. "No."

 Dru giggled again. She stepped towards the group. She
turned her dark eyes to the brunette with her Daddy.
"Ooh. Daddy's gotten us a Mummy." She stepped closer,
ignoring Angel's warning growl. "She's so pretty."

 Cordelia backed up, behind Angel.

 Drusilla pouted again. "My new mother doesn't like
me."

 Buffy rolled her eyes. "Gee, I wonder why?"

 Drusilla scowled at her. "I'm just happy Daddy left
the icky Slayer."

 Buffy to a step forward. "You insane bitch!" She
advanced toward Drusilla.

 Angel stopped her. "Buffy, don't. Dru, why are you
here?"

 Dru again evaded her sire's question. She turned to
the boy with the Slayer. "You reek of the Slayer. You
are a bad boy."

 "Bad?" Buffy repeated.

 Drusilla nodded. "Yes. Put a chip in Spike's head. He
can't hunt, can't kill. Poor Spike." She giggled.
Angel growled at her. Dru backed up, a wide grin on
her face. "Ooh, Daddy's angry."

 "Damn it, Dru! Knock it off! Why are you here?" Angel
growled.

 Drusilla smiled softly. "To take what's mine." She
sing-songed. She cocked her head, as if listening to
something. "I'm sorry I can't stay and chat. I must
have you over for tea sometime." She laughed, and
vanished back into the shadows. Buffy started to go
after her, but Angel held her arm. "No."

 "What?!" Buffy exclaimed. "Why?"

 "We need to go back to Giles'" Angel said, as he
started heading back the way they came.

 "Why?" Buffy asked again.

 Angel stopped and turned around. "I could smell
Willow's scent on Dru. Drusilla has her." He turned
back around and started walking again.

 "Oh God." Buffy whispered, and ran to catch up with
her boyfriend, the souled vampire, and his mate.
 

~Part 10~

Spike plodded into the Watcher's living room,
discouraged. Xander, Giles, and Anya looked up when
Spike entered.

"Any sign of her?" Giles asked softly, already
knowing the answer.

Spike shook his head. "No."

"She's already been missing for over a day. Maybe
she's-" Anya began.

Xander shook his head, cutting the ex-demon off. "No.
Don't say it. Don't even think it."

Anya looked confused. "Huh? No! I wasn't going to say
*that*. Maybe she ran away."

Giles sighed. "Willow wouldn't do that."

Anya raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

The door burst open. "Giles, We have a problem, and I
don't think we should tell Spike!" Cordelia asked as
she walked into the room. She stopped when she saw
Spike. "Oh, you're back. Shit. Why can't I ever keep
quiet?!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "What's the matter?"

Cordelia looked away, studying her shoes intently.
"Um..."

Xander felt fear enter his being. "Cordy, what is
it?"

Buffy and the others stood behind Cordelia. Buffy
pushed past her. "Screw this." She walked over to
where she kept her crossbow. "I'm going to stake her!"

"Will someone please explain what's going on?" Giles
asked.

Angel sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Drusilla's back. We ran into her on patrol. She said
she's come for what's hers." Angel turned to Spike.
"Spike, Willow's scent was on Dru. I think Drusilla
has Willow."

Spike stood up and growled. "Fuck! I'm going to kill
that looney bitch!"

Angel grabbed his arm. "You can't go after her."

Spike pulled away from his sire. "Why?" He spat.

"Because Drusilla is psychic. She'll know you're
coming after her, and she may hurt Willow."

"DAMMIT!" Spike swore before going down the stairs,
and slamming the door so hard the house shook.

***

"Daddy wasn't happy to see me." Dru said as she
walked into her lair. "He yelled at me."

"Forget about him, love. He's always been a
spoilsport." Darla cooed.

Drusilla giggled and kissed the blonde. "Where is my
sweet little precsious?"

Darla smiled softly. "Chained up and ready to play."

Drusilla laughed. "Oh, goody..." She and Darla
turned, and headed towards the bedroom.

***

After the blonde and brunette had "played" with the
redhead, they left her to sleep. Darla had left the
room while Dru sat and watched the redhead sleep.

Drusilla brushed a strand of fiery hair off her
childe's cold face. She smiled lovingly at Willow. "My
pretty little lamb." Her smile vanished as Miss Edith
whispered to her. She narrowed her eyes, and growled.
"No! My lovey doesn't want Spike!" She shook the doll.
"Lying makes Princess unhappy. You must be punished!"

Dru stormed out of the room, cluching the porcelian
doll by it's hair. Darla saw the rage on Drusilla's
pretty face. "Dru, what's wrong?"

Drusilla snarled, and flung the doll across to room
to land in a chair. "Miss Edith lied to me! She must
be punished!"

Darla sat Dru down on the sofa then sat beside her.
"What did Miss Edith say, love?"

"Nasty things. She said my Princess wants Spike!"
Drusilla spat. "Spike wants my lovey to be his
Princess!"

Darla nodded. "I know. She wants him, too."

Drusilla vamped out. "No! She's mine! He can't have
her!"

Darla put an arm around Drusilla. "I know. He won't
take her from you. From *us*. I won't let him."

"Really?" Drusilla asked, hopeful.

Darla giggled. "Of course, silly! Tell you what.
We'll pay Spike a little visit tomorrow..." Darla
grinned evilly. "And after he's gone, Willow will
truly be ours."

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