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Part 25

Wait




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"It's been a long time
Now I'm coming back home
I've been away now
Oh, how, I've been alone"
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"It's almost midnight. Let's begin."

Lysander picked up the incense holder and lit it. A
spicy fragrance drifted through the small chapel.

Spike carried Drusilla up the center aisle, where Angelus
was hanging from a chain in the ceiling. The chain was
pulled taut, keeping the unconscious vampire on his feet.

He fastened Dru's wrist in the other manacle, arranging
their hands so that their palms were pressed together.
She laced her fingers with her sire's, holding as tightly as
she could in her weakened state.

When the incense was properly spread, Lysander put
the holder down and took his place in front of the two
bound vampires.

"Eligor, I name thee. Bringer of war. Poisoners. Pariahs.
Grand obscenity," he intoned.


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"Wait..till I come back to your side
We'll forget the tears we cried."
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He picked up an ornate cross off the altar, holding it upside
down.

"Eligor, wretched master of decay. Bring your black medicine."

Releasing a catch, he drew a dagger from the hollow shaft
of the cross.

"Come. Restore your most impious, murderous child."

Lysander placed the tip of the dagger's blade against the
back of Drusilla's hand. Gripping it firmly, he pierced her
flesh with it, stabbing it clear through her hand and into
Angelus'. She whimpered in pain.

"From the blood of the sire, she is risen."

A pink light began to emanate from their joined hands. It
throbbed and pulsed with energy as the sire's blood flowed
into his offspring's open wound, mingling with hers.

"From the blood of the sire, she shall rise again!"

Moments later, Drusilla's body suddenly snapped taut. Her
eyes flew open and focused on the slumping body of
her creator.


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"If your heart breaks
Don't wait, turn me away
But if your heart's strong
Hold on, I won't delay.."
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Long, agonizing minutes crawled by before the light
finally began to dim.

When it had died away completely, Dru straightened up
and yanked the chain out of the ceiling. Angelus slid
bonelessly to the floor, and she shoved him away with
one kick.

It was a clear sign that the ritual had been successful.

Drusilla climbed down from the altar, slowly approaching
Spike with her hand held out.

He reached into his pocket and drew out a key, then
unlocked the manacle from her wrist.

"Well," Lysander said. "That was quick."

Spike looked into Drusilla's dark eyes. For the first time
in almost a year, they were clear and focused, and
glittering with life as she licked the blood off her hand.

"How you feeling, luv?" he asked, forcing himself to
concentrate on her instead of wondering how soon he
could get the hell off this damned island.


~~~~~~~~~~
"Wait..till I come back to your side
We'll forget the tears we cried."
~~~~~~~~~~


"Ever so much better," she replied. "And terribly, awfully
hungry."

Her eyes darted around the room, fixing on Lysander.

Before she could move, Spike grabbed her by her
upper arm. "No," he said firmly.

Dru frowned. "But, I'm hungry," she whined.

"I know. There's blood for you in the kitchen."

She shook her head. "Don't want THAT blood," she
insisted.

"Drusilla," Spike said patiently, a parent explaining to
a child why she couldn't have sweets for breakfast. "There's
no one on the island for you to feed from. You don't have
a choice."

Lysander, who had been silent up until then, finally
spoke. "He's quite right. Let's go up to the kitchen and
warm up your meal." Gallantly extending his arm, he
smiled. "Shall we?"

Without a word, Dru placed her hand in the bend of his
elbow, allowing him to escort her out of the room.

Spike watched them go with only one thought reverberating
in his brain, over and over, like a phonograph with a broken
needle.

**Free. I'm finally free**

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"I feel as though
You ought to know
That I've been good
As good as I can be"
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His body hummed with a new urgency, and a happiness
he hadn't felt since the day he last saw Buffy.

**I'm coming home to you, sweetheart, and I'll never
leave you alone again. I swear it. Just hold on a
little longer**


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"And if you do
I'll trust in you
And know that you will wait for me"
~~~~~~~~~~


Ignoring the nearly dead vampire still lying where he'd
fallen, Spike exited the chapel and followed after Drusilla
and Lysander.

Luke met him in the corridor, then trailed along behind
him as he issued instructions.



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"It's been a long time
Now I'm coming back home
I've been away now, oh how

I've been alone..."
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TBC....
AN: I borrowed the words of the
ritual from the episode 'What's My
Line, part 2'





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