I always said I was moist and delicious, and he would respond, telling me I
was a nummy treat. He had no clue how right he was.

Drusilla showed up in Sunnydale, looking for her blonde lover. I had no
clue about this, until she told me, of course. Apparently, she wasn't happy
with what she saw when she found him, so she came to me.

Cornered me at the Bronze, with Anya a mere thirty feet away, having no clue
that I was even gone from her side. She was wrapped up in a conversation
with Willow and Tara, discussing spells and incantations, and various other
'witchy' things I didn't get.

"Dru," I said calmly, hoping that she didn't smell my fear. She may have
been insane, but she was still a very dangerous vampire.

She smiled, her face full of grace. She always was beautiful, and at one
point, I found myself wondering what she was like before Angelus 'courted'
her, before he drove her insane, before he killed her family and made her
suffer. "Kitten," she purred, stepping closer.

My nose was filled with her scent, the smell of roses and daises, and of
death. I recognized the smell from living with Spike for so long. No
matter how long it'd been since he'd killed a human, he still smelled that
way, still smelled of death and demise, of mayhem and chaos. I'd grown used
to the smell, and could even appreciate it in a sick way.

Even though he was everything I ever fought against, Spike was a beautiful
man when he was the Big Bad, stalking his human prey, sinking his fangs in
someone's neck.

"Dru, what do you want?" I asked calmly, my hands curling into fists. I
would fight her off if I had to, or at least try. I didn't know what my
chances for escape were, but I hoped that Buffy would hear me cry for help
and come rescue me. Granted, the music was loud, but she *had* to hear me
scream. It was her duty to protect the innocent, right? And after all I'd
done for her as we've been friends. . .the least she could do was pull away
from Riley long enough to rescue her best friend. . .

"I'm angry," she said, her eyes flashing yellow. "I came back for my
Spikey, assuming that he would be over his affection for the nasty smelling
Slayer, but he hasn't. He wants her more now than before." She looked
down, looking crushed, as if she'd just walked in on her lover cheating on
her with her best friend. "The stars say his dreams are filled with her."

I blinked in shock. "Spike wants Buffy?" I asked.

She looked up at me, nodding. Pink tears spilled out of the corners of her
eyes, and for once, I wasn't scared of her. I was. . .I wanted to comfort
her. She'd been with Spike for a *long* time, and he was falling for his
worse enemy. "Dru. . ." I said softly, fidgeting.

"Will you hold me?" she asked in an innocent voice, needing the comfort that
only another person can give.

I nodded, stepping forward. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her
tightly, wishing that there were some way I could take her pain away.

Apparently, there was.

"Since he wants the nasty Slayer, I'm going to take something away from him,
something he cares about. . .the only person in the whole group of
do-gooders he can stand," she murmured against my neck.

My mind raced and my arms tightened around her, hoping that I could hold her
there so she wouldn't go kill Buffy. She *had* to be the one he liked of
the group, God knows he didn't like the rest of us.

However, I was wrong.

It was me.

I realized it when her fangs entered my neck. Somewhere, in my mind, I
screamed out for Buffy to help me before darkness descended and I passed
out.

~*~

I woke up with a hunger. . .a desire that *had* to be quenched - as soon as
possible. "Sire," I murmured, closing my eyes, curling in a ball, wanting.
. .*needing* the pain to go away.

A soft laughter filled my ears. "You are pure no more, Kitten," Dru cooed
to me. "And you are all mine. You will help me show Spikey that he doesn't
anger me." She ran her fingers through my hair. Her touch soothed me
slightly, helped me see past the hunger and pain.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her, smiling slightly. She was even more
beautiful than I ever thought possible. Long brown hair cascaded over her
shoulders, her ancient white dress showing all of her curves, her
deliciously beautiful body.

"You like Mommy, don't you, Kitten?" she asked softly, smiling at me. I
could smell my desire, so I *knew* that she could. I sniffed slightly,
smelling an even sweeter scent. It took a moment for me to realize that it
was, in fact, *her* arousal.

"I do," I purred. Then I pouted. "But I need to feed, mommy."

She looked incredibly pleased. "I like that, you calling me mommy. You
will be my very own living doll." She clapped her hands gleefully, then
slid off the bed. "Come on, Kitten, let's go hunt, and show Spikey what he
missed out on."

I licked my lips, smiling at the thought. "Yes, let's go show Spikey what
he can't have anymore."

She took my arm and the two of us went out into the night, heading towards
Spike's crypt. We stopped and ate - two bastards that had teased me in high
school. Dru laughed with happiness when I told her that they tasted nummy,
that I wanted to kill more - that we should travel around the world and make
the Scourge of Europe look like child's play.

We managed to avoid the Slayer all together, which was a good thing. I wasn
't ready to let the world know I was a vampire. I wanted to surprise them -
didn't want them to have a chance of saving me before Dru and I slammed
their fragile bodies into the ground and made them bleed.

She pushed open the crypt door. "Spikey," she said in a singsong voice. I
stayed outside the door, listening, waiting for the moment to reveal myself.

He jumped up, stumbling slightly. "Dru! Oh bloody hell, Dru, what are you
doing here?" He rushed to her, and I felt myself growling as she allowed
herself to fall into his arms, be caressed by him, be kissed by him.

She was supposed to be kissing me. Hell, for that matter, *he* was supposed
to be kissing me.

"Spikey," she purred, "the stars told me about your dreams of the Slayer."

He blinked rapidly and his mouth dropped open. "Dru. . .I. . .I can
explain. . ."

"You want her," she said simply.

He shook his head, growling. "No!" he cried. "No, I *do* not! She's. .
.she's the effin' Slayer!"

"That's fine," she purred, pulling away from him. "I found someone
passionate, someone who wants me, someone who will hunt with me." Her
laughter filled the crypt. "He wants me, Spikey. Not the Slayer."

"I already *know* about the Chaos Demon, pet," he growled angrily.

"No, not the Chaos Demon." She laughed again. "Come on in, Kitten."

I stepped into the crypt, smiling at Spike. "Hey, Spikey," I grinned.
*God*, he was beautiful.

"Harris! You are. . .she turned. . ." He looked at Dru, his eyes filled
with hurt. "You turned Harris? I wanted to be his Sire when I get this
damn chip out!"

She shrugged. "Sorry, Spikey." She leaned forward and kissed him on the
lips. "You want the Slayer, so I took the only thing in the whole group you
care about. He is *mine*, Spikey." She laughed playfully, turning back to
me. "Come on, Kitten, we have a lot of damage to do. The stars say we will
make the world flow with blood."

She walked out of the door, her laughter filling my ears. I smirked
slightly. "Don't worry, Spikey," I purred, "we will be back for you." I
winked at him and turned, following my Sire out into the night.

End