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111: \u00a0 \u00a0 The Lounge, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale<\/strong><\/div>\n
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Drusilla enjoyed her homecoming. Full of shock and fear, excitement, it was like a little party full of slayers, dashing men, pretty little kittens, and her sire. All that was lacking was her own darling Spike and Miss Edith.<\/p>\n

The soft, scrumptious boy who had brought her back to the mansion rushed to stand in front of her, a willing shield against all harm. How eager he was to please her, so easy to control, to bend to her will.<\/p>\n

Few things surprised her. The future whispered its secrets in her ears. Scary secrets out of her control, some wickedly evil, a delight to the demon she had become. Yet also so abhorrent she could not comprehend its existence. How naughty it was to want the bad things. To enjoy them again and again.<\/p>\n

Miss Edith knew her secrets. She heard them all, listening so loyally keeping all of the sinful things to herself, never telling, never saying a word. Dru\u2019s personal confessor.<\/p>\n

Now she was lost. Stolen away by the bad man. The one who had once risked Angelus\u2019 anger by wanting her to sin against her sire. Such a pretty one all dark and elegant, but he was not her Angel. He left her cold. The sight of him had stirred no passion, no interest.<\/p>\n

The misty swirl of time let her peek at his future. She shared it with him, a dark certainty. The time had come. Now. Darkness swirled around her. Gleeful shudders wriggled inside her like a thousand tiny spiders. This was going to be so much fun.<\/p>\n

Daddy could stop it all in time. He could save his precious pet, his new little love if he was lucky. Only if he was very, very lucky. Possibilities and little glimpses had come to her so long ago. Stray thoughts. Confusing dreams. Dark visions. Disparate threads now coming together.<\/p>\n

Drusilla\u2019s smile smeared across her face, a slash of red lips on pale skin. Within a few moments after her musky young man, Xander, announced her presence and his own return, the Slayer ran into the room holding a pointy stake in her rubber-gloved hand. Not a very friendly start, but that didn\u2019t matter. She would as soon see the walls smeared with Buffy\u2019s blood than let her hold sway over the heart of anyone Dru considered hers.<\/p>\n

Not yet. Not now. The time for that would come later. For now Buffy Summers was only a nuisance, a little splinter under her skin. Dru hissed and curled her sharp red nails to form a claw.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so gonna get staked.\u201d Buffy rushed forward only to pull up short as Xander leaped between them.<\/p>\n

Holding up a hand, he begged like any loyal minion, \u201cNo, don\u2019t. You can\u2019t.\u201d Drusilla\u2019s thoughts strayed to the possibility of making that so just to annoy the Slayer. That might be fun, but he was such a cuddly warm human.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lagging behind the faster Slayer came Angel\u2019s Cordy. One moment of focus revealed the intimate turn in her sire\u2019s new relationship. A jealous flash burst forth inside her like a hundred darts pricking at her skin, one quickly smothered by delight. So much alike they were, yet unique, like sisters.<\/p>\n

\u201cBuffy, wait!\u201d Cordelia reminded her, \u201cDru saved my life, so less of the staking first and asking no questions thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Countering, \u201cShe\u2019s got Xander,\u201d Buffy edged closer.<\/p>\n

Standing behind Xander, stroking a hand through his thick dark hair, Drusilla leaned forward to whisper into his ear. \u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Xander sniggered.<\/p>\n

A foot connected with a locked connecting door as another Slayer kicked it open bursting into the room. \u201cWhat the hell is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

Drusilla eyed her warily. An unknown factor. This one scared her. Unpredictable. Backing off, she moved out of harms way urging Xander to make them listen, \u201cTell them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe needs your help. Can\u2019t you see that she\u2019s hurt?\u201d Xander growled out his anger at the lack of concern. \u201cPut your stakes away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo way,\u201d the dark one moved to block the exit closing off a chance at escape. \u201cWait\u2014it\u2019s you. You\u2019re the chick who took Cor.\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel\u2019s pretty pet confirmed it. \u201cFaith, this is Drusilla.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet you,\u201d the Slayer\u2019s dimpled smile awarded no trust. \u201cIt\u2019s not that I\u2019m not grateful. You saved Cor, so I\u2019ll give you a break. Leave now before I turn your bony ass into a dust pile.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drusilla stepped out from behind the wall of Xander\u2019s protection. They thought her vulnerable, in need of it. How quickly they had forgotten. \u201cYou will take me to Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Buffy pointed toward the door with her ducky yellow rubber glove. \u201cOut. Now. Angel doesn\u2019t want you staked. Doesn\u2019t mean I won\u2019t do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The threat was inconsequential. Drusilla barely heard it as she sensed her sire. He stood on the landing above flanked by two human males and a vaguely familiar little redhead. The girl held her attention for an instant. The little witch was in a whirlwind, her eyes on Dru\u2019s new toy.<\/p>\n

Quavering, she asked him, \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Such latent power. It was hidden deep, soon to emerge. Drusilla stared her way as dark flashes passed across her inner eye. Such hatred. So much pain raging inside. What a surprise to find such potential destruction inside the little mouse.<\/p>\n

The rush of it spread through Drusilla who felt its wake distracting her from the grim expression on her sire\u2019s face. To come here when she knew it would be unwelcome meant she would have to face his wrath. She had done only what was necessary to ensure it, enthralling the boy to do her bidding, taking only a little taste when he begged for it so nicely.<\/p>\n

No, she would have to face Angel. The thought of it was enough to make her long for the days when no soul held him back. The pain often lingered, but his attention was worth every moment she had to endure his wrath.<\/p>\n

With one graceful leap over the balustrade, Angel landed on his feet. Straightening up, he walked forward, nudged Xander out of harms way and put his hand around her throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d A growl accompanied the demand setting off delicious tingles inside her. Reminding her again of lusty nights of pain and pleasure. How bad she was to think such thoughts. Angel had his little kitten now.<\/p>\n

Cordelia\u2019s scent was thick upon him. \u201cDoes she please you, my Angel?\u201d Oh, she did. She really did, Dru smiled knowingly. What fun if Cordy would tell her all\u2014 because Angel would say nothing.<\/p>\n

Glancing toward the wary brunette, Drusilla wondered if she would share. Details, that is. Even Dru did not think she would share Angel though the naughty idea made her titter inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked you a question.\u201d He released her none too gently sending her a step back.<\/p>\n

Pouting at his lack of acknowledgement, Dru dutifully responded. \u201cThere comes a time when every girl needs her Daddy. I\u2019ve come home.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Scene 112<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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