Title: The Query Series
Author: NyxMne Chaosis
Email: magmyr@umailme.com
Distribution: SFA
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 in parts for character death)
Setting: Post-Lover's Walk (Season 3)/Pre-Harsh Light of Day (Season 4)
Summary: After his drunken fiasco in "Lover's Walk", Spike returns to Brazil to woo back Dru.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.

The Chaos Demon's Query


It's quite pathetic really... to watch him, the sniveling vampire that he is. Here he comes again, dragging with him a whimpering young woman dazed with fear, no doubt considering the so-called torture he threatens to inflict upon her should she not obey him.

"But she's a blond," my dearest complains to the vampire. My dearest sneers as a Queen should. As a dutiful Queen she caresses me and coos over me.

Although she is only a vampire herself, the ramblings and disjointed connections of her insane mind are endearing... My cruel Drusilla! And we would be so happy together, if only we could be left with one another to frolic in the hysterical fears of mortals, to mock their futile existence, to feast on their remains.

"But Dru, pet, you've never been particular about hair color before," the vampire persists.

"I don't like *blonds*... anymore," she hisses.

Like a child that has been pushed by a bully, the vampire retaliates, reacting with the aggression of a vampire, contorting his facial muscles into his true guise--ivory white fangs and snake eyes.

"Since when?" the vampire growls.

"Since now," she replies. "So don't get your knickers in a knot about it."

It amuses me, sometimes annoys me, at how easily I can pervade the minds of these lesser demons. This one, dressed in the black leather with bleached hair, pines over my luscious Drusilla as though he truly loved her, but he does not. He pines over the loss of her. This vampire, William the Bloody, only wishes to possess her.

My precious Drusilla, who inspires me, tries to surpass her lesser demon form, and is only slightly more difficult to understand if only for her half-emerging and drifting thoughts. She loves another vampire, someone who goes by the name of Angelus. Ha! The irony of that name. Their bond is strong. It is the love of a childe for her Master, but I care not. As long as she is with me, she knows I will protect her. As long as she keeps my fancy, I will. That is the extent of our affair. What is love among demons?!

"What am I supposed to do now?" Spike wonders aloud.

"Do what you wish... as long it's not here," Drusilla whispers, all the while fondling my horn.

I laugh. If only this vampire saw what I know to be true in his thoughts.

"Return to Sunnydale," I tell him. He snarls in return, an expected response from the vampire kind. "Go play nice with Slayer girl so that you can kiss the Witch," I add, eager to provoke him, to see if he will attack.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Spike asks.

My wicked Drusilla touches her forehead with her hand. Swaying slightly, she moans.

"Oh, the fire burns for the redhead. I see your thoughts turn to her, the Witch. She will consume you," she predicts, but is only pretending. I sense it. I always enjoy her deceptions, especially this time. Will her attempt to redirect this vampire's obsession work?

"You can't be serious?" Spike returns in exasperation.

"Be gone!" I command. "Drusilla will no longer satisfy your desire for companionship."

If only he could know what I know, what I see in his mind. A moment... one very brief moment of integrity and desperation for someone to understand, and how the Witch seemed to satisfy that yearning, if only for a moment. But, like any dream, this vampire awoke from its mystic charm before he could recognize that satisfaction, the pleasure of connecting with another.

"Then perhaps you can enlighten me, Old Slimy Horny One." Spike sneers, reverting back to his human guise.

"You only desire to possess companionship," I explain. "Seek out another as your lover," I tell him, annunciating every word and enjoying his contempt for me. "You need another in your life because your immortality looms forever before you. This is what you fear above all else... being alone... forever."

My Queen, my delicious Drusilla, becomes more alert. She kisses me adoringly before addressing her former lover, again trying to persuade his thoughts to obsess another.

"The Witch would be very suitable for suiting," she suggests. "The fire of her passion... Her innocence."

Interest sparks in the mind of William the Bloody. The thrill of capturing an innocent awakens deep fantasies. My Drusilla has successfully planted the seed for his new obsession. He sighs defeatedly, as he watches us with jealous anger.

"I guess I could return to Sunnydale," Spike admits. "It's near a Hellmouth, so there's plenty activity for a demon. But the Witch, I don't know..."

"Think of it," I coax him. "A chance to turn a mortal with Wiccan power--a childe and lover who will be yours... always."

My words have the effect of rain--it nourishes the seedling Drusilla planted and it begins to grow. He now considers the possibilities, decides to return to Sunnydale and have his way with the Witch. Already, he begins devising a venue for torturous delight.

"For what it's worth," Spike addresses Drusilla, "it was fun!"

"Off so soon?" Drusilla asks, feigning the wide-eyed innocence of a child who has secretly been paying attention but has pretended not to.

Into the night, William recedes. How easily he is manipulated. One might think him a fool, if they could not see into his mind. But, he is smart after all. How quickly he weighed the options of trying to fight me, knowing he would easily be destroyed, and decided it was best to admit defeat in the interest of his own self-preservation.

Self-preservation. Doing what he must to satisfy the yearning for companionship, even if it means waiting for Drusilla to return to him one day. Self-preservation is, after all, the nature of love among demons.

I wonder if it is the same for mortals?