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~Part: 51~
"Is there anything else I should know?" Angelus asked the demon, ignoring Spike's childish behavior as he concentrated on listening.
"You have all of the information that I know," the demon responded, "you have a little more than a year before the planned ascension. Wilkins can be defeated any time prior to the beginning of the levels of ascension."
"Good," Angelus smiled as he nodded. His eyes narrowed as he said, "Time to die," quickly twisting the demon's neck. He turned away from the dead demon to glare at Spike, "what did you think you were doing, boy?"
"Whatever do you mean, sire?" Spike asked as he arched a brow, his eyes raking over Angelus' body.
"Brat," Angelus muttered before his lips claimed Spike's. He pulled the younger vampire closer, his hands moving down to squeeze the blond's ass cheeks. Pulling back, he smirked, "I think you need to be punished, boy. For trying to distract me while I was in my meeting, touching yourself while I was trying to find information out, and for being such a cheeky damn brat."
"Angelus," Spike moaned as a hand caressed his length. Before he could finish the moan, he was pulled across the room and found himself laying across Angelus' lap. He squirmed, feeling his grandsire's erection against his stomach, his blue eyes shining with lust and need as Angelus pulled his jeans down over his butt.
"I can't believe that bastard touched you," Angelus said as his hand moved over the pale twin globes of Spike's rear. He squeezed the flesh, listening to Spike moan as the younger vampire tried to get up. Drawing his hand back, he slapped the left cheek. Leaning towards Spike's ear, he purred, "Tell me you're sorry for being a brat."
"Angleus, stop," Spike said even as he felt himself hardening even more. Damn it all to Hell, this wasn't what he had wanted. He'd wanted a nice shag, a mutual bit of pleasure, not to be put over his sire's knee like some naughty childe.
"Tell me you're sorry," Angelus said with a smile, knowing that Spike was enjoying the spanking as much as he was. True, he usually gave Spike a choice before playing these kind of games, finding them much more fun when he had a willing participant, but Spike was definitely not unwilling to play judging by the wetness that was brushing against his thigh ever time Spike moved to try to get up. He continued slapping Spike's ass, listening as his lover's protests soon became moans. "Tell me you're sorry, Brat."
"I'm sorry," Spike said finally, knowing that Angelus could go on for hours if he was in one of his friskier moods, and, from the feeling of the erection against his stomach, this was one of his friskier moods.
"Such a pretty ass," Angelus marveled as he leaned over, running his tongue over the pale cheeks that were now slightly pink from the spanking. He licked Spike, getting him ready, pushing a finger then two inside the younger vampire. Spike was groaning, pushing back against his fingers. He moved quickly, unzipping his pants and thrusting into Spike. "Mine," he said as he began to move. His right hand moved around to stroke Spike's cock, his left hand pulling Spike's head back, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss as he began to move faster, deeper. It didn't take either of them long. Angelus let Spike's mouth go and bit into the blond's shoulder as he came, offering his wrist to his lover. Spike bit into his wrist just before he spilled his seed all over Angel's hand.
When he felt his cock soften, Angelus pulled out of Spike. He ran his tongue over his hand, tasting his lover's release. Dark brown eyes found blue as Spike looked at him, a satisfied look in his eyes. Angelus smirked as he asked, "Enjoyed that, did you?"
"What do you think?" Spike snorted as he got to his feet. He grabbed his jeans and slid them on, telling the elder vampire, "I love it when you get frisky, old man."
"Old man?" Angelus' eyes narrowed as he fastened his pants.
"Can we go now?" Spike asked as he smiled innocently at Angelus, knowing that he'd probably pay later for the old man comment and not minding that knowledge at all.
"I'll get the sword and then we can leave," Angelus nodded as he moved to pick up the sword that was laying beside the dead demon.
"Drusilla will be so happy that we're back early," Spike commented with a pleased smile.
"Yeah, she'll be glad to see us," Angelus agreed with an affectionate smile as he walked towards the door. He'd have to give the local master a call, explain why the demon had been killed, but he wasn't worried about it. The master would understand why he'd had to kill the bastard for daring touch Spike. When they got back to Sunnydale, he'd start working out the details on his plan to get rid of Wilkins. He always had replacement picked out, someone he could control easily and who wouldn't get any ideas of grandeur. Angelus didn't plan to get too hands on with all that, but he knew that Wilkins had to go away before the annoying little man became too much of a problem. He'd originally been tempted to let the slayer deal with it all, knowing that the entire ascension mess fell under her area of responsibility, but Buffy was a brainless little twit. She probably wouldn't have even realized that an ascension was planned until it was too late, so he'd created his own plan. He would, of course, be sure to inform the dumb bitch that he'd been the one responsible for saving the world, knowing he'd get particular delight in reminding her how utterly worthless she tended to be.
"I hope she's okay," Spike said as he again thought of the feelings of pain and hurt that he had felt the previous evening.
"She's fine," Angelus said as he walked outside. Turning towards Spike, he smiled, "Let's get on the road. We should be back in Sunnydale before dawn. I'm ready to go home."
~Part: 52~
As the credits for Dirty Dancing started, Cordelia leaned over and hit the stop button on the remote control. She then hit rewind before covering a yawn and looking at her friends. "I love that movie!" she said once she had finished yawning.
"It was ever so sweet," Drusilla said as she snuggled her head closer to Willow. She'd enjoyed both movies that they had watched. The first one had been Willow's choice, about the girl whose birthday was forgotten. She had not understood all of the things that had made her new friends laugh, but she had smiled at their reactions and had them explain the moments that had been really confusing. Cordelia's choice had followed, a little more serious than the previous selection but just as romantic and charming.
"Good choice, Delia," Willow smiled at the cheerleader before glancing at the clock. She couldn't believe it was just past midnight. It seemed much later, though she guessed one reason might be the busy day that she had had with her friends. They had two movies left, deciding to watch Princess Bride to continue with their romantic feel good movie theme. Following that, they'd watch Goonies, a movie that always made her feel like a kid again.
"Okay, guys. I need a break," Buffy declared as she stretched. "I loved the movies, but too much sitting in one place makes for a lazy slayer."
"And here I thought it might be the consumption of all that junk food that made for a lazy slayer," Willow said with an innocent smile, though her eyes were sparkling with mischief.
"Real funny, Wills," Buffy said as she tossed a pillow at her best friend.
"I try," the redhead smiled as she easily caught the pillow and tossed it back at the slayer.
"Actually, I could stand a nice stretch, too," Cordelia said as she stood up and twisted and turned her body.
"Why don't we go in the back yard?" Willow suggested as she reluctantly moved from her comfortable position on the sofa to stand. She helped Drusilla up and started towards the kitchen. "We can get some fresh air and walk around a little before coming back in to watch another movie."
"Good idea," Buffy decided as she went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before following the redhead outside. She took a deep breath, enjoying the cool night air. Giles and Xander had done a quick patrol tonight so that she could have a real night off and she was very grateful for a chance to be normal for a few hours. Well, normal except for the fact that her best friend was a budding witch and that she was watching movies with the childe of a master vampire. Other than that, well, she guessed it was normal for her.
"Listen, Kitten," Drusilla smiled as she looked at the sky.
"What is it Dru?" Willow asked her new friend, not hearing anything. She exchanged a look with Cordelia and Buffy and they both shrugged, obviously not hearing anything either.
"The stars," Drusilla laughed as she listened, "they're singing to us! They're ever so happy. Do you hear them? They're singing us such a lovely song. Da, de, da, da, de, de, da."
"I don't hear anything," Willow confessed as she listened to Drusilla sing softly.
Dru swung around to face her friends, a confused look crossing her face as she asked, "You do not hear them?"
"I'm sorry," Willow said softly.
"Perhaps you do not know how to listen," Drusilla finally decided, a pleased smile crossing her face. "I shall teach you, just as you have taught me. Do you hear them, pets?"
"I'm with Willow on this one," Cordelia said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Dru, but I don't hear anything either," Buffy shrugged before giving the vampire a smile, "but I'm willing to try."
"Poor pets, not hearing their lovely song," Drusilla mused as she moved forward. "Close your eyes, my lovelies. Concentrate and listen. Do you hear them?"
"No," Willow replied truthfully, wishing for a moment that she *could* hear the stars and their song so that Drusilla would have someone to share that special talent with, but all she heard were the normal sounds of the night.
"I do not understand," Drusilla said quietly, looking up at the stars as she asked, "Why do they not hear you?"
~Part: 53~
"Maybe the stars only sing to a few lucky people," Buffy said, keeping her eyes closed but not hearing anything at all. She didn't want to upset Drusilla but she didn't really know how to explain that Dru heard them because she was gifted in ways that they were not.
"Shhh….they're answering me," Drusilla said as she spun in a circle, her eyes on the stars as a smile crossed her face. They were ever so happy with her new friends, telling her that things were becoming as they should be. She continued to spin and listen as they gave her a solution to the problem. Stopping suddenly, she nodded, understanding in her eyes.
"Dru, are you still there?" Cordelia asked, growing a bit nervous as she stood outside in the middle of the night with her eyes shut.
"I know how you can hear them," Drusilla said softly, "they want you to hear their song, my pretty pets. They are ever so pleased that we are friends and they want to sing you a song to convey their happiness at our new friendship."
"Okay," Willow said slowly, not really sure if she really believed the stars were singing or not. She believed that Drusilla believed they were, but that didn't necessarily mean that she honestly thought she'd be able to hear the stars herself.
"What do we need to do, Dru?" Buffy asked, willing to try whatever the vampire said in order to give it their best shot at hearing the stars she spoke so fondly of. Besides, it was kind of nice to think that their friendship had caused the stars to sing. Yeah, she might have been spending just a little too much time with Dru, she realized as she thought about how easily she had accepted the idea of the stars having emotions and speaking.
"Do you trust me, Kitten?" Drusilla asked Willow quietly as she stood in front of the redhead.
"Of course," Willow replied, though she had to admit there had been a little hesitation because she didn't know what trusting Drusilla had to do with hearing the stars sing their little song. Maybe they should have just stayed inside and watched another movie. This was getting a bit weird, even for the day she'd been having. She did trust Drusilla, though, and knew that her new friend wouldn't do anything to hurt her or the others.
"I love you, Willow," Drusilla said with a large smile, happiness in her eyes as she heard Willow's sincere response to her question. She raised the redhead's hand, bringing it close to her face. "I will be careful, Kitten, so that I do not hurt you."
"Hurt her?" Buffy asked, opening her eyes and looking towards her best friend and the vampire. She watched as Drusilla brought Willow's hand to her mouth, biting the redhead's finger swiftly.
"It's okay, Buffy. She bit my finger. It doesn't hurt," Willow said, having opened her eyes at Drusilla's cryptic words, seeing the vampire pierce her finger and begin to suck on the droplets of blood that were flowing. How often had she imagined Spike and Angelus biting her and drinking from her? She knew that she was depraved, but she had always found that idea so erotic, able to imagine their tongues on her flesh as they tasted her essence. And boy, had she been right. She was getting a bit tingly from feeling Drusilla sucking her finger, and all she felt for her new friend was the same sisterly affection that she felt for Buffy and was beginning to feel for Cordelia. So she knew that she would have been aroused beyond belief if Angelus or Spike was doing this to her, especially if it was somewhere other just her finger. Being bitten by a vampire, even in this casual and platonic way, was erotic.
"Why does she need to bite Willow?" Cordelia asked Buffy, having also opened her eyes to see what was happening. Her eyes widened slightly as she whispered, "Is she going to bite us, too?"
Drusilla ignored the voices, concentrating on the intoxicating taste of her Willow. Such powerful blood, innocent and sweet, touched with magic and strength. She did not wish to take much, that stars having told her that she need only take a little and to share a little and then her friends would be able to hear their song. She ran her fingernail over her finger and raised her bleeding hand to Willow's face. Her eyes looked into green eyes as she moved her finger to Willow's mouth. The redhead seemed to understand, opening her mouth and running her tongue over Dru's finger. Drusilla moaned softly as she licked at Willow's blood, her new friend sucking her finger in a similar way. Finally, she pulled her finger free and released Willow's finger. She smiled as she moved forward and hugged the still confused redhead, whispering, "Now you shall be able to hear their song."
"I um okay," Willow said weakly, having no idea what the heck had just happened but she didn't feel any different. She could still taste Drusilla's blood in her mouth, her green eyes widening as she realized that she'd just drank blood. That was just yucky and gross and hadn't been nearly as horrible and disgusting as she'd always assumed. True, she hadn't taken much, kind of like sucking your finger after you cut yourself in a lot of ways, but this time it hadn't been her own finger she'd been sucking. It had been Drusilla's, her new friend, a vampire that had been told by the stars to share blood with her. Okay, yeah, this day was definitely weird.
"Pretty pet, do you want to hear the stars?" Drusilla asked Buffy softly, not sure if the slayer would agree to such an exchange of blood. She was not performing a serious ritual or anything, just a small blood bond that would allow her new friends the pleasure of listening to the stars before fading away.
"Um, well," Buffy wasn't so sure she wanted to hear the stars bad enough to let Drusilla bite her finger. Plus, the idea of tasting blood was a bit too much for a slayer to deal with. She'd been really open minded today, giving Drusilla a chance and learning that she could actually be friends with a vampire, but could she actually agree to exchange even that little bit of blood just to hear the stars, which she wasn't sure she'd hear anyway because, really, wasn't it all a bit on the insane side to think the stars actually could sing?
"Oh my God," Willow whispered as she looked at the sky, a smile crossing her face as she heard music. She shook her head, "This isn't possible. It can't be possible."
"Do you hear them now, Kitten?" Drusilla asked with an excited smile as she looked at her pretty angel.
"Yes," Willow nodded, laughing softly, "I can hear them. This is crazy, but I can hear music and the most beautiful song."
"I trust you, Drusilla," Buffy spoke up, sharing a smile with Willow before holding out her hand to the vampire. She wanted to hear the song, too, even if it meant sharing her blood with a vampire.
"I love you, Buffy," Drusilla said with a smile as she bit into the blonde's finger. She found the slayer's blood to be nearly as strong as Willow's, but it did not have the same power or the magic. She felt Buffy's tongue tentatively lick at the blood on her finger, having more difficulty than Willow had with the exchange. When she felt the bond begin to form, she let Buffy's finger go, not wanting to cause her new friend unnecessary discomfort. Buffy gave her a shaky smile before moving to Willow's side and looking at the sky, waiting to see if she could also hear the song. Drusilla turned to Cordelia, smiling with delight when the brunette held out her hand without hesitation.
"Go ahead," Cordelia said, knowing that there was no way she'd be the only one not to listen to those damn stars. If Buffy could let a vampire bite her, well, she could to. Besides, she did trust Drusilla and had seen that the vampire was not feeding on their blood in a hungry let me drink until I'm sated and they're dead kind of way. More of a let me taste just enough for whatever this link thing is so they can hear the stars kind of way, in Cordelia's opinion. She gave the vampire a slayer, resisting the urge to tell her not to take too much.
"I love you, Cordelia," Drusilla said as she bit into the girl's finger. The blood did not have the strength or power of her friends' blood, but it was rich and sweet. Cordelia was not as hesitant at taking her blood as Buffy had been, but she was also not as accepting as Willow had been. It was not long before Drusilla felt the bond begin to form, releasing the cheerleader's hand with a smile. She turned to see Buffy and Willow laughing as they heard the happy song of the stars. With a giggle, she grabbed Cordelia's hand and joined them, dancing with her friends as the stars sang them song after song.
~Part: 54~
"Home sweet home," Spike said as Angelus drove past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign that had been rebuilt since his arrival in town several months before. They had left LA a couple of hours ago, stopping in a small tourist town for a snack on the way home. He glanced at his grandsire, a smile crossing his lips as the elder vampire tapped his fingers along with the music.
"What are you smiling at, Childe?" Angelus finally asked when he was no longer able to ignore Spike's amused smile.
"Glad to be home, Sire," Spike said as he turned to look out the window. "Can't stand LA. Entire city smells and it's so damn crowded. Just happy that we finished our business and left early. Dru's gonna be glad to see us."
"I expect you're right about that," Angelus agreed, "she's not overly fond of staying with the minions."
"Can you blame her? They're stupid creatures that only think about feeding and sleep," Spike said with a shake of his head, "can't have a decent conversation with one out of a hundred. Can't think of much worse than being stuck with only them for company."
"We were only gone for a few days," Angelus said, having to agree with Spike's comments. Luckily, Drusilla had her dolls and rarely left her room when they weren't at home, so he didn't expect that she had gotten too upset being stuck with the minions keeping an eye on her.
"Yeah, but we felt something last night so you know as well as I do that something happened," Spike reminded, still concerned about the pain he had felt the previous evening through the bond he shared with his sire. True, he knew that she was okay because the pain had faded quickly, but he didn't like the idea of Drusilla being in pain at all. He especially didn't like the idea of her being alone if she had been hurt, knowing that she was strong, but also not liking that he might not have been there when she needed him.
"Well, we're nearly at the house so we can check on her soon enough," Angelus said as he turned a corner. "And next time we go away, we'll bring her with us."
"She'd like that," Spike smiled, knowing that they would have taken her to LA with them except for the fact that the local master had a fondness for pretty girls. Angelus had been concerned that Drusilla's presence would attract too much attention of a negative variety, having no doubt the master would have wanted to exchange information for her company. Spike had agreed that it was too dangerous to allow her to go with them, knowing that neither he nor Angelus would have allowed such an exchange to occur, but he did hate that they had had to leave her alone.
"Quit the worrying, my boy," Angelus said, rolling his eyes when he saw the look in Spike's eyes. "She's going to be pleased to see us, especially when she sees all her presents."
"I'm not worrying," Spike denied, feeling guilty wasn't the same thing as worrying so he wasn't exactly lying. He gave Angelus a sheepish smile as he admitted, "I missed her, Angelus, and I'm just glad to be home. Can't wait to see her and give her a big hug."
"I don't think I was ever that pathetic even with a soul," Angelus remarked with a smirk, watching as Spike's eyes narrowed. He added, "You stink of humanity at times, William, all loving and affectionate."
"What of it?" Spike asked with a shrug, not able to deny the elder vampire's words. He might be one of the most ruthless of his kind, but he wasn't afraid to love. He didn't see the emotion as weakening him like Angelus did, instead believing that it made him stronger. Angelus loved him and Drusilla, of that he had no doubt, but the elder vampire did not believe in being as verbal with his affection as Spike did, saying how he felt with a look or a touch or a smile more often than using words. Of course, Spike wasn't big on words, either. He just wasn't as subtle with his actions as Angelus, loving to hug his beautiful sire and snuggle against her as she slept. He also loved to touch Angelus whenever possible, having missed his lover during the decades that they had been separated. He sure as fuck hadn't heard Angelus mouthing off about his 'stinking humanity' then, when he was touching or tasting in even the most casual way. His lips quirked into a smile as he daringly said, "As for being more pathetic, well, I've got three words for you, Sire. Shagging. A. Slayer."
"Spike," Angelus growled, hating how the younger blond loved to remind him of his soul's stupidity for falling for the slayer. True, she had been the one to release him from his cage, but he'd had her taste in his mouth for days after that, her smell on his body. It had been disgusting, nearly driving him crazy with a need for revenge for how she had made the soul feel, for how her little friends had accepted him. Luckily, he'd calmed down and given everything some serious thought, realized that he had nearly fucked everything up. Oh, he still wanted to make her life miserable and uncomfortable, just for the fun of it, but he no longer felt that overwhelming need for revenge.
He knew it would drive her nuts that she had to have a truce with him to keep her friends safe, that being one reason he'd decided to step back and just let things happen. Killing her was so easy. One swift turn of his hand and her neck would be broken. No, it was much more amusing to let her live. As for her friends, well, he could have killed them without a second of hesitation, his mind bringing forth the memory of a delectable redhead squirming against his body and the scent of her arousal growing thick in the air as he licked her neck, most of them, he amended silently. Willow intrigued him, he had to admit, so she wouldn't die any time soon. The others, though, he could have killed them without a second thought, but then he wouldn't have anyone to threaten whenever he felt like playing with the slayer and she wouldn't have any reason to accept a truce, so he left them alive.
"Oh, look, we're here," Spike said before Angelus could finish growling out his response to the shagging a slayer comment. He opened the car door and got out, walking to the door with a smile on his face. He went inside, followed by Angelus who ordered two minions to bring in the stuff from the car. He took the stairs two at a time, not noticing the anxious and scared looks on the minions faces. He got to Dru's door, knocking softly before opening it and calling out, "Princess, we're home."
"Something is wrong," Angelus said slowly as he caught up with Spike. He had noticed the minions behavior, concern in his dark eyes as he wondered why they were scared.
"She's not here," Spike said as he turned to look at Angelus, blue eyes angry but worried. He started to go downstairs to demand some answers, ready to kill anyone that didn't tell him what he wanted to hear but he was stopped by a hand on his chest. He looked at Angelus, seeing the look in his lover's eyes, knowing that Angelus was as concerned as he was. A slow smile crossed his face as he waited.
Angelus took another look at the empty room before turning around and going to the head of the stairs. He growled when he noticed the minions attempting to leave, feeling Spike join him as the minions halted and looked at them fearfully. His body radiating power and anger, his eyes flashing yellow as he demanded, "Where is my daughter?!"
~Part: 55~
The minions remained silent for several minutes as Angelus and Spike began to grow even more angry and annoyed. Finally, one of the minions spoke up, "We do not know where she is, Master."
Angelus narrowed his chocolate brown eyes as he looked at the minion that had spoken, his full lips curving into a frown as he looked at Spike and nodded slightly. The blond vampire reached for the ugly sculptor that was on the table by the stairs and quickly broke the metal. He took the slim piece of metal, aimed, and expertly threw it, piercing the minion in the heart. Angelus smiled, his eyes cold and demanding as he said, "Wrong answer."
The minions watched as Charlie, the one who had answered Angelus, turned to dust. They exchanged scared looks as they struggled to figure out what the correct answer was before Angelus decided to let Spike play with the remaining pieces of the sculptor. Finally, one of the elder minions, Stephen, moved forward and said, "Master, your daughter went out hunting last night with Greg. Neither of them returned. We did not realize her absence until this evening but we were unable to locate either of them."
"Did I not instruct that she was to remain in the house until my return?" Angelus asked as Spike tossed a piece of metal between his hands, ready to strike again if they were not pleased with the answers given. He was concerned about Drusilla, knowing that there must be a very good reason why his beautiful daughter had not returned, aware that she would not wander off on her own without just cause. If it required killing every minion in the house to find an answer, well, he could easily replace them.
"Master Angelus, Mistress Drusilla insisted that she go hunting," the minion replied, keeping his eyes on the stairs rather than looking into the deadly eyes of his master. He continued the explanation, "She said the stars wanted her to hunt, Master, so Greg accompanied her."
"The damn stars," Angelus muttered, not at all pleased at returning home to find Drusilla gone. Spike was barely keeping control, worry and anger and fear flashing in his eyes. Angelus cursed softly, knowing that there was not a lot that could be done at the moment. Dawn was fast approaching, soon the sun would be up. Had they arrived earlier, they would have had time to go out and look for Drusilla. As it was, they were stuck inside until dusk. He knew that Drusilla was okay, feeling a calmness and happiness via his connection with her. That did not stop him from worrying about her, did not make him feel any less guilty for having left her alone in the first place, did not make him pleased with being stuck inside and helpless while she was out there without them.
"They left last night a few hours after dusk," Stephen continued, wanting to provide as much information as possible in hopes that Angelus would not kill him. "I believe Mistress Drusilla wished to visit the park, and I do recall her wanting to dance with the stars. We have not seen them since they left here, Master."
"What do we do?" Spike asked quietly, his blue eyes remaining on the minions. He did his best to conceal his fear and concern, letting them see the anger instead.
"What can we do? It's nearly dawn. We will be unable to find her until dusk," Angelus spoke softly. He looked back at the minions, speaking loud enough for them to hear, "You will go now and look for any information regarding the whereabouts of my daughter."
"Master, it is nearly dawn," one of the minions pointed out.
"Yes, it is," Angelus glared at the minion that dared question him. Spike killed him quickly, a pleased smile crossing Angelus' handsome face. Spike was deadly with his aim, having used another piece of metal from the ugly sculptor that had been in the house when they had taken it over. Angelus had always intended to get rid of the ugly thing, but it appeared that it was being put to good use. He watched as Spike broke another piece of the sharp metal off, a smirk on his lips as he seemed to dare the minions to cross him so he could kill another one of them.
"We will search for her, Master," Stephen agreed, knowing they could use the tunnels if needed. They were dirty and unpleasant but useful when necessary. "Perhaps we can find someone that has seen her."
"If you return at dusk with no information," an evil smile crossed Angelus' face, "I will kill you all. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, Master," the minions spoke up collectively, hoping that they were able to find anything concerning where the crazy vampiress had gone. Angelus did not make empty threats, all of them knowing that death would surely await them if they returned with nothig.
"Good. Go now," Angelus said before turning to go towards his room. Spike followed behind him, not speaking until they were in the room.
~Part: 56~
"That's it?" Spike asked as he started to pace. "Send the stupid minions out to find her when they're the ones that lost her in the first place?"
"What else can we do?" Angelus sighed, running a hand over his face as he sat on the bed. "They will look everywhere, speak to everyone, hopefully find some answers so that we can leave at dusk and collect Drusilla."
"I hate the damn sun," Spike cursed as he moved, feeling completely helpless. He wanted nothing more than to go out and find his Princess, not be stuck in the house for half the day while she was who knew where, alone and scared.
"She is okay, Spike," Angelus said. "We know she is alive. I assume she went out hunting and something happened that prevented her from returning home last night. What I do not understand is why she would not return tonight."
"She hates the minions," Spike reminded as he faced the elder vampire, "she might have decided to stay elsewhere until she thought we would be home. We were not supposed to be home until tomorrow evening."
"That is a possibility," Angelus agreed, knowing all too well that his daughter was far more intelligent than they often gave her credit for being. He and Spike were both guilty of treating her like a child, of not remembering that she was able to take care of herself and was not nearly as insane as she often appeared to be. Perhaps she had grown tired of being with the minions and had decided to spend the remainder of the time he and Spike were gone somewhere else. That would explain why there was no pain or fear evident through his connection with her.
Spike wanted to believe that that was had happened. She had done it before, actually. A century ago when they had been in Italy, he and Angelus had gone away for a few days to celebrate at a festival. They'd left Drusilla at the house in the country because she did not wish to attend the party. During their absence, she had grown tired of the minions and gone to the nearest city, staying in a nice cottage by a river, patiently waiting for him and Angelus to find her. They hadn't left her alone again after that, having been worried that she could have gotten herself killed wandering around alone, angry that the minions had allowed her to go. It had only been a couple of decades later that Angelus had received his soul and left them. This was the first time that Drusilla had been left alone since Italy. There was a possibility that she hadn't wanted to remain with the minions so she had wandered off again, as she had before. But, that would not explain the pain that he had felt the previous evening, the feeling that she had been injured. He just wanted dusk to hurry up and arrive so that they could go find her.
Angelus watched Spike pacing, a slight smile crossing his face as he asked, "Do you remember Italy?"
"That's what I was just thinking about, Angelus," Spike said as an amused smile crossed his face. "Do you remember how worried we were? It took us a day to find her and when we arrived at the little cottage, she gave us the largest smile and asked about our trip, having no idea how scared we had been!"
"She knew," Angelus laughed softly, "Drusilla always knows far more than we give her credit, my boy. Perhaps her disappearing act this weekend is a reminder to us that she does not enjoy being left alone."
"I don't know," Spike frowned, "I felt the pain, as did you."
"Yes, I did," Angelus nodded, his eyes flashing suddenly, "if she has been harmed, we will kill whomever is responsible. At dusk, we will go out and find her. Maybe one of those imbeciles will hear something that will aid in our search, though I highly doubt that they have enough sense to get out of the sun much less discover helpful information."
"You scared the piss out of them, that's for sure," Spike smiled as he stopped pacing and moved towards his grandsire, his blues flashing with lust as he purred, "Bloody gorgeous, you were, all angry and powerful."
"We do have several hours before dusk," Angelus remarked with a playful smile as he leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs as Spike kneeled between them.
Spike moved his hand over Angelus' hardening erection, looking into Angelus' eyes as he stopped and asked, "Do you really think Dru is okay? That we'll find her tonight?"
"Yes, I do," Angelus said softly, groaning as Spike began to unfasten his pants. He did believe that Drusilla was not in danger, had no doubt that they'd find her shortly after dusk.
"So do I," Spike smiled as he freed Angelus' cock, deciding that shagging his lover was definitely a pleasurable way to kill the hours until sunset, until they could find Drusilla and be together again. He leaned over, taking the dark-haired vampire's entire length in his mouth, listening as Angelus moaned. Spike's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he began to tease his lover, not in any hurry, knowing they had at least twelve hours before dusk and that this would distract him from worrying about his sire. Besides that, it wouldn't quite seem like the longest day of his unlife if he spent the majority of it in bed with Angelus.
~Part: 57~
The girls danced to the stars' song for nearly an hour before they decided to go back inside. Laughing, they made their way back into Willow's house. The decision was made to change into their sleeping clothes before settling down to watch the last two movies. Once they had all changed, blankets were gathered and pillows grabbed on their way back downstairs. The coffee table was pushed to the side and the living room floor was turned into a makeshift bed suitable for the four girls. It had been Willow's idea for them to camp out downstairs. While one of the upstairs beds might be more comfortable, it really felt like a slumber party when they were laying around on blankets and watching television.
Buffy had made popcorn while Cordelia and Willow got the living room prepared, teaching Drusilla how to use the microwave and heating up some blood for the hungry vampire. They chatted about the stars and the movies they had seen while the popcorn heated up. Once it was finished, they joined the other two in the living room, Buffy flopping down and declaring that the bed was comfy enough for the night. They had then gotten settled and started the Princess Bride. Drusilla had loved the movie, giggling and smiling throughout the entire film. After it was over, she recited various lines and made her new friends laugh. They then put on the Goonies, putting their snacks and drinks to the side as they laid down.
By the time the Goonies had snuck into the sewer, Cordelia was snoring softly. Buffy was asleep by the time they found the wishing well. Willow made it to the end of the movie, but, by the time the pirate ship floated away, the events of the day had caught up with her. She was yawning and barely able to keep her eyes open. She turned the television off, glancing at the clock and smiling. It was very late, or very early, depending which way you looked at it, and she was exhausted. She shared a sleepy smile with Drusilla who didn't appear at all tired. The brunette vampire had leaned over and brushed a kiss across Willow's cheek and whispered that she loved her before declaring that the redhead needed to get some rest. Willow didn't object, giving Dru a hug before laying down beside Buffy. It wasn't very long before she was asleep, her breathing even as she snuggled against her pillow.
Drusilla sat quietly for several moments, watching her new friends sleep, a pleased smile on her pretty face. She kissed Willow's forehead and whispered for the redhead to have sweet dreams. She then moved to brush her lips across Buffy and Cordelia's cheeks, whispering her love and telling them to sleep well. Drusilla then picked up the glasses and bowls that they had used and took them to the kitchen. She cleaned everything up, making sure she was very quiet so she did not disturb her friends' sleep. Once she had put everything away, she walked back into the living room. They would be ever so surprised when they woke to find everything clean and put away. She moved past them to stand by the window. Her eyes moved to look at the sky, knowing that soon the sun would rise. The stars were still singing, a happy song of love and friendship. She sang softly along with them, resting her face against the window.
Buffy had let her keep the pretty nightgown that she had worn the previous evening, giving it to her as a prezzie. Drusilla loved being surrounded by the scent of her new friends, feeling comfort and happiness with just the subtle scent in the air. She could not believe that she had such lovely friends, loving them all dearly, feeling as if they had always been a part of her life even though they had only just met. When she looked at Willow, she felt like she was home. There was such warmth and happiness, she couldn't even begin to describe it. She no longer felt alone, sharing the stars' song with her new friends, knowing that they now understood. Willow had opened her home, her heart, showing no signs of fear or hesitancy in accepting Drusilla, and *that* meant more to the vampire than the redhead could possibly understand. Not only had Willow saved her, become her friend, but she had introduced her to Cordelia and Buffy and thus allowed Dru to become a part of something so special.
Their friendship was now the fourth most important thing in Drusilla's life, following her love for her Daddy and her William and her Willow. Drusilla was not as foolish as some might believe, knowing that her new relationship with Willow and the others was going to be difficult to explain. She could not even begin to think of what her Daddy and William would say when they found out, but she did not really care. The stars had told her to go hunting the previous evening, they had told her to remain by the river, they had told her that Willow would save her, they had told her that Willow was meant to be part of her life, and they now told of happiness and family and such lovely whispers of the future. They would not explain themselves, but she trusted them so she did not dwell on how Angelus and William would react to her new friends. The stars said everything was going to be okay.
Drusilla smiled slightly as she thought of her Daddy and William. She knew that they would be ever so surprised if they knew how she had spent her day, rather pleased at the idea of surprising them. She loved them both dearly, they had been the main focus of her life for over a century after all, but she was enjoying also focusing her attention on Willow and her new friends. She was often so lost when Angelus and William were busy with matters that did not involve her, having no friends save for her pretty dollies, remaining in her dark, cold room, lonely for someone to talk to her, to listen to her. She cared for her dollies, Miss. Edith being her constant companion for decades, but her dollies were not her family, they were not warm, they did not have Willow's pretty green eyes or her lovely smile, they did not make her giggle like Buffy did with her silly stories of slaying, they did not make her smile like Cordelia did with her advice on fashion and attitude, they did not make her feel safe and loved like Willow did with a smile or a hug.
Drusilla listened as the stars stopped singing, whispering words to her, hinting at things that had not happened yet but were destined to be. Drusilla did not understand much of what they said, often having trouble understanding them when they were not entirely clear with their wishes. She slowly nodded as they continued to speak, many voices inside her head with one common theme that she began to understand was what they really wanted her to hear and to know. Her place was with Willow, she belonged with the redhead. A pleased smile crossed her face as she looked away from the stars, her eyes finding the sleeping redhead. She sighed softly, simply watching her friends sleep as the stars began to sing again. Suddenly, she straightened up, her eyes looking outside as a wide smile crossed her face. Daddy and William were home. Soon, everything would be as it should.
~Part: 58~
Angelus moved his lips against her neck, his hands moving across her bare stomach. Willow whimpered softly as he reached her breasts, squeezing her flesh as his teeth nipped at her neck. The whimper was caught by Spike's lips as the blond's hand moved between her legs, sliding two fingers into her dripping wetness. She began to move against his hand as Angelus teased her breasts, thumbs twisting her nipples roughly, just enough pain to cause her to gasp but not painful enough to lessen the pleasure. Spike released her mouth and Angelus turned her head, kissing her roughly as Spike kneeled in front of her. Soon, the blond's fingers were replaced by his tongue, causing shockwaves of pleasure to run throughout her body. Willow needed more, was aching to feel them both inside her. She put her hand on the back of Spike's head, pulling him closer as she began to move against his face. She heard Angelus chuckle knowingly, the husky sound causing a fresh wave of arousal.
She heard movement behind her, knew he was taking off his clothes. She looked at him as he moved beside Spike, her green eyes moving over their naked forms. She saw their hungry eyes sweep over her body, Spike licking his lips as he winked at her. She took his hand and followed them to the bed, climbing on top of the sexy blond, rubbing her wetness against his cock, leaning down and kissing him, feeling Angelus' hands on her hips as his hand moved down to stroke Spike. She felt Spike slowly entering her, stretching her, Angelus' hands all over her body, his lips on her back and neck as she began to move against Spike. It was long before she felt Angelus' fingers on her ass, stretching her, getting her read. She gasped when she felt his tongue on her, leaning forward to kiss Spike as Angelus prepared her for him. When she felt him start to enter her, she froze, scared that it would hurt, but also trusting them, knowing that they wouldn't hurt her. She had never felt anything like it before when they both started moving inside her. Spike would pull out as Angelus would push in and vice versa. She was soon moving against them, her release so near. They were all over her, mouths and hands and flesh touching flesh, the smell of sex thick in the air. She could feel her orgasm approaching, so close, she found herself kissing both of them, tongues teasing as she felt her body tense up. It was finally time.
Green eyes suddenly flew open as Willow woke up, her face flushed and her breathing ragged from the erotic dream she'd been having. It took her a minute to wake up, her body aching, wetness between her thighs, an intense need running through her. She became aware of snoring first, glancing over and seeing Cordelia and Buffy sleeping. Oh God! She couldn't believe she'd just had a sex dream about Angelus and Spike during her slumber party! Thankfully, it looked like her friends were asleep and had no idea that she'd been about to push her hand between her legs to alleviate the tension that always followed such dreams. With a sigh, Willow carefully stood up, not wanting to wake her friends. She rubbed her thighs together, cursing herself for having *that* kind of dream at such an inopportune time.
After she stood, she realized that Drusilla wasn't laying down. Green eyes looked around the room, finding the brunette vampire looking out the window. The sky was no longer completely dark, the sun slowly rising in the east. She moved beside her new friend, glancing at the clock and seeing that she had slept a little over an hour. She covered a yawn, again scolding herself for her bad habit of having naughty dreams about Angelus and Spike. She was extremely lucky that she had woken up before she *had* done something like touch herself or say their name or anything that might have woken her friends and caused unknown amounts of humiliation. She saw Drusilla look at her, having to smile when she saw the happy smile on the vampire's face, "Hey there."
"You did not sleep enough, pretty pet," Drusilla scolded softly, easily smelling the sweet scent of Willow's arousal. She had heard a whimper from the pretty redhead not long before, moving closer out of concern that Willow was having a nightmare until she had smelled the arousal. She knew then that her friend was not having a bad dream, she was just having a naughty dream, so Drusilla had smiled softly and tucked the cover around her friend and then had gone back to looking out the window, not wishing to disturb the redhead.
"I had a bad dream," Willow said, seeing the slight knowing smile on the vampire's face, blushing as she realized that Dru must be able to smell her desire, deciding that that ability would definitely go in the negative column of being friends with a vampire, just like hanging out in cemeteries on a weekend night for fun went in the negative column of being Buffy's friend.
"Not so bad," Drusilla giggled softly, noticing the embarrassment in Willow's eyes and changing the subject, "the sky is so pretty, is it not, Willow-mine?"
"It's lovely," Willow said, thanking numerous gods that she had read about that Drusilla was not going to tease her about the dream. She knew that such dreams were common and just part of life, especially of a teenage girl that found herself lusting after two gorgeous vampires that oozed sexuality even when threatening to kill, but she was overjoyed at the idea of not discussing it. She relaxed as she said, "I love the colors in the sky. The oranges and reds and, well, it's just a great way to start a new day, watching the sunrise."
"I have not seen a sunrise in ever so long," Drusilla said wistfully, her eyes looking at the sky.
"Come on," Willow took Dru's hand and headed towards the stairs. She had just remembered something that she thought would make Drusilla very happy. She smiled, "I've got a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Drusilla beamed as she followed the redhead, wondering what the surprise could be.
Willow took Dru into her parents' room, opening the curtains that concealed the balcony. It was a perfect view of the rising sun, showcasing the vivid colors and beautiful scene. She smiled at Dru as the vampire gasped in delight, "It's safe to watch it from here."
"It's glorious," Drusilla whispered as she moved closer to the door. She had not seen the sunrise since she had been alive, a time long ago and mostly forgotten. The colors were still in her mind, in a corner where she kept memories of the time before she was who she was now, but they had faded with time and were no longer a pleasant memory, becoming gray and dark and cold. This, this was beyond any memory that she had ever had. The sky was so many bright colors, she had not seen the sun except in pictures or on the telly occasionally, and it had never looked so bright and so warm. She turned to face Willow, moving quickly and hugging the girl as tight as she could, whispering, "Thank you, my sweet Willow. It's the most lovely surprise ever. I love you ever so much."
"Need to breathe," Willow managed to gasp, laughing as Drusilla pulled away, a soft smile crossing her face as she said, "I'm glad you like it. My parents had this coating applied to the door years ago. It's clear so you can see out but it prevents the sunlight from coming in and heating up the room. They always hated how hot the room would get early in the mornings when the sun came up, since it shines directly through the doors. That's why you can get so close and not feel any kind of pain. I was hoping it would protect you and it appears that it does. I hoped you'd enjoy it."
"I love it," Drusilla whispered as she looked back outside, watching as the sun slowly began to rise. She rested her head on Willow's shoulder, a happy smile on her face as they silently enjoyed the sunrise.
~Part: 59~
Willow woke up to find herself sleeping in her parents' bed with Drusilla snuggled against her. She'd not had any more naughty dreams, thankfully. An affectionate smile crossed the redhead's face as she looked over at the sleeping vampire. They had watched the sunrise together, Drusilla overjoyed at seeing the sun rise, Willow assumed probably for the first time since she had been turned. Willow had felt happy sharing this experience with her new friend, enjoying the look of pleasure in Dru's eyes as she'd watched something as simple as the sunrise. Willow had seen the sun rise numerous times, so often that she'd began to take it for granted, not really paying attention and appreciating the sheer beauty of nature. Through Drusilla's eyes, she'd been reminded how wonderful it was to just sit peacefully and enjoy the brilliant colors that indicated a new day had started.
She laid in the bed as she became fully awake, not wanting to move just yet. She hadn't really had a moment to herself since first stumbling upon Drusilla by the river. Okay, so there had been several hours when Dru was passed out but those didn't really count because she'd been worried and scared and trying to figure out how to save Drusilla so Angelus didn't decide to blame her if anything happened to his daughter and end up killing her out of some misguided retribution. And that had been before Drusilla had woken up and worked her way into Willow's heart. There was no doubt in the redhead's mind that she cared about Dru, knowing that the vampire had become a real friend during the last day, rather surprising since it had been such an extremely short period of time and considering their major stumbling blocks in forming any kind of relationship. Vampire, human, not your typical grounds for friendship.
Willow loved Drusilla in the same way she loved Buffy and Xander and even Cordelia, counting the brunette among her very limited circle of friends in which she would do anything for. She loved Giles, too, but that love was more of a fatherly type of affection, an admiration for the watcher that had become a parent to them all during the last year and a half. Willow knew that she was a very loving person, always wanting someone to love and care for, wanting someone to care for her. She'd never been shown affection by her parents, able to list on one hand the number of times either of her parents had given her a hug, never having heard them say that they loved her, so she'd grown up unloved and constantly searching for approval and love.
When she'd become friends with Xander and Jesse, she had finally found someone to care about, making it her mission to insure their happiness and to always to be there for them whenever they needed a friend because they cared. She'd still had many lonely hours, not able to be with her new friends all the time, but the loneliness wasn't so bad when she knew that someone did care about her, that Xander loved to make her smile and that Jesse loved to make her laugh. They were her first friends, the first people that actually liked being around her, that would talk to her about their problems and would sometimes listen to her. Okay, so Xander had never been a great listener, but Jesse had been the best, often having conversations with her that lasted for hours as they got older.
When she'd met Buffy, she'd lost Jesse. She still missed him, often sitting outside at night and thinking about her old friend, wishing that he'd come up behind her and tell her one of those horrible stories that always made her laugh. She liked to visit his grave, to tell him what was happening in her life and Xander's, knowing that he had died a vampire but wanting to remember him as her friend. The pain of losing one of the two people that cared about her had been lessened gradually because she'd had Buffy. The slayer had taken Jesse's place, not replacing his memory or what he had meant to her, but giving Willow a focus, a way to deal with her grief over losing Jesse by concentrating on helping Buffy with her calling, by becoming the slayer's best friend. Buffy needed her, for advice and friendship and help with homework and just to sit and enjoy a nice talk while waiting for some fledge to rise. With Buffy, Willow had finally felt loved.
Oh, Xander loved her, but guys weren't really that good at talking about their feelings so Buffy was the first person that had ever told her that she loved her. Willow hadn't told her best friend that it was the first time she'd ever heard those words, knowing that Buffy would have been shocked and not wanting to make such a big deal out of something so taken for granted by others. Since then, she'd heard the words a lot more often. Buffy was always telling her, maybe sensing that the redhead wasn't accustomed to verbal declarations of affection and friendship, and Xander had even told her once or twice, usually right before they were going to face some demon or another.
Now, she had Drusilla in her life. She'd heard the words constantly from the brunette vampire, seeing a similar look of loneliness and, she struggled to think of the right word, need perhaps. Buffy had Joyce, a mother that cared about and loved her and was so fantastic about making sure her daughter knew that she wasn't alone and that she was loved. Xander's parents weren't that great, but they did love their only son and did their best to make sure he knew they cared. Cordelia was a bit like her, her parents constantly busy and never around, but the cheerleader didn't seem to have any doubts of their affection for her. Her friends couldn't fully understand what it felt like, but Drusilla did. That loneliness was the main reason that Willow had helped her, seeing a kindred spirit when she looked into the vampire's eyes.
~Part: 60~
True, Drusilla had Angelus and Spike. Willow had no doubts that the male vampires did love her, that much had been evident in the way Spike had acted and even in the way Angel had spoken about her before he lost his soul. Drusilla was just highly lovable. She made you want to protect her, to keep her safe. And that was probably the reason she seemed so lonely. They were so busy protecting her that they'd stopped listening, forgetting that she wasn't a child that needed to be kept safe. Drusilla did have her childish moments, but she was also very intelligent, a great observer, and was definitely able to take care of herself should the situation arrive, that being proven by the demon she had killed to protect herself before Willow had found her. The redhead knew that Drusilla could have easily gone home and drank the blood needed to rid her body of the poison, remaining at the river and growing far weaker because the stars had told her to wait. Okay, so there was a bit of argument that could be made about her mental capabilities because she listened to the stars, but Willow now knew that the stars *did* sing so she could not possibly hold that belief against Drusilla. Drusilla was not insane at all. She was merely able to hear things that a majority of creatures were not. It made her even more special.
So Willow knew that Angelus and Spike both loved and cared about Drusilla, but the vampire still had that look of loneliness, the same look that Willow knew was in her eyes whenever she was not with her friends. She knew from experience that feeling of being unloved and lonely. Even surrounded by her friends, she sometimes felt like she was missing something. She had paternal love from Giles, she had platonic love from Buffy and Cordelia and Xander and now Drusilla, but she didn't have passionate love. She sighed softly, knowing that that kind of love was like an elusive dream.
She couldn't complain, though. She was so very fortunate that she had friends that loved her, that weren't afraid to speak of their affection, that would do anything for her, that wanted her to be happy. Willow loved with all her heart, knowing that there was nothing she wouldn't do for her friends, that she would do anything she could to make sure they were happy and enjoying their lives. Sharing the sunrise with Drusilla had made her happy just because she was able to give something back to the vampire that had made her feel less alone. With Drusilla, she had someone that understood the loneliness, that knew how much even the simple words I love you could mean. Drusilla also gave Willow the opportunity to protect and teach and share the little things that she sometimes took for granted.
What concerned Willow now, as it had when she first found Drusilla, was Angelus and Spike. She'd planned to help Dru and then send the brunette back with hopes that Angelus would either not find out that she had helped Dru or that the vampire would ignore it because he was glad that Dru was okay. That had been before she had found the kindred spirit in Drusilla, before they'd become such close friends, before she had shared her heart with the vampire, before she'd realized just how great it was to have someone to share life with. Drusilla had a family, though, two master vampires that cared about her deeply even if they didn't listen to her and didn't realize just how isolated their need to keep Drusilla safe made the female vampire.
Willow had heard enough from Drusilla to know that Angelus and Spike were just oblivious to the fact that Drusilla was lonely and aching for companionship. She knew that she couldn't even begin to understand the complexities of relationships between vampires, really having no interest in trying at the moment, but she knew that Drusilla was extremely happy being with her and her friends, that she seemed to thrive on being surrounded by people she considered friends, that she truly did feel the love for them that she spoke of. She also knew that Buffy and Cordelia had begun to care about Drusilla, considering her a friend, something she'd never have expected but really made her love her friends even more for their ability to be so open-minded and not judge Drusilla just because she was a vampire and had a reputation for being a bit crazy.
Willow knew that Drusilla would return to Angelus and Spike, that the brunette loved them both dearly, in the same way she loved her friends. Okay, so it was probably even more intense and not in the same platonic sense that she cared about Buffy and Xander, but she was still a bit confused about the exact nature of the relationship between Dru and the two male vampires so she'd compare it to her own feelings for her friends for the sake of this mental argument. Drusilla would return to them, and life would go on. That was pretty much the bottom line. She didn't know what would happen beyond that, didn't know if Drusilla would forget about them and their day together, didn't know if Angelus would be angry and decide to break the truce with Buffy, didn't know if Angelus would even find out where Drusilla had been. It was pointless to worry about the future, a part of her simply wanting to trust Drusilla and believe that everything would be okay, just like the stars said.
In the end, Drusilla would go home, Buffy would go home, Cordelia would go home. She'd be left alone, something that she was, unfortunately, accustomed to. She didn't feel sorry for herself, never having much room in life for pity or even self-focus, instead spending her time enjoying the hours she spent with her friends and being happy that she had such wonderful people in her life, that she had created herself a family of sorts. She was glad that she had saved Drusilla, that she had become friends with the vampire, that she could share her family with the brunette and help take away a little of the loneliness that was in her eyes. With a soft smile on her face, Willow leaned over and brushed her lips across Drusilla's cheek and whispered, "I love you, Drusilla," before she carefully got out of bed, not wanting to disturb the vampire's sleep. Drusilla smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer to the warm pillow as Willow quietly left the room.
She was going to take a shower and get dressed then see about making some breakfast. Maybe some French toast and bacon, she decided as she walked down the hall into her bedroom. That was Buffy's favorite breakfast and the slayer deserved a bit of spoiling for being so great with Drusilla. Hopefully, Cordelia would enjoy it, too, since she also deserved recognition for giving friendship with Drusilla a chance. Willow began to hum as she gathered her clothes for the day and headed into the shower, her green eyes shining with happiness as she decided that today was going to be a great day.