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sorry for taking so long to post again. thanks loads for the reviews, i've edited the previous chapters and have stopped drinking vodka whilst writing them up so there shouldnt be to many errors. i hope. :D
At some point, as Giles lectured Buffy on her ‘cavalier attitude’, and the ‘importance of being prepared for the worst’, while Angel looked grave, Willow panicked and Xander made inappropriate jokes, Buffy had decided she had had enough of this night. Once she realised all the doughnuts were gone, and Giles was not in the mood to share his precious stash of jaffa cakes, Buffy promptly made her excuses, and assurances to ‘be careful’ and fled.



She knew Angel was following her home, no doubt in some attempt to protect her in case Drusilla decided to strike, but she just wasn’t in the mood to make awkward conversation and didn’t bother to acknowledge his presence.



The walk home was uneventful, Buffy’s only tinglies caused by her dark and handsome shadow, which seemed to fade away when she reached the house.



Buffy was pleased to see the living room lights still on. Her mom had waited up, and over a cup of her famous hot chocolate Buffy enjoyed more than ever a rare conversation with someone which didn’t involve the dead, the undead, or the may-soon-be-dead-if-we-don’t-save-them.



She went to bed that night thinking, as she had been all week, about Mr sexy accent. If he was true to his word she would see him in two days time, she was hoping more then she would admit that he was. She was also worrying about the looming parent teacher night. The fact that this small event scared her more than the news that a centuries old vampire was after her blood seemed perfectly reasonable. Sure, this Drusilla woman could bring about her death, but Snyder could ruin her life, and at the moment that was her priority.



Parent teacher night had arrived. Buffy couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of pride amongst all the concern over whether things were perfect. She had actually pulled it off, admittedly Willow and Xander had helped (a lot) but still, she had done good!



Buffy was rearranging the cups around the punch bowl when Xander came over and hit her playfully on the arm, accidentally making her knock over her neatly stacked arrangement. She turned to him with a look that could freeze stolen blood and he laughed uneasily as he bent to pick them up.



“Sorry Buffster, don’t know my own strength. Snyder didn’t see, so we’re good with giving people floor cups.”

Buffy immediately, and nervously, started scanning the room for Snyder. As usual he was lurking in his creepy way, but luckily far away from them.



Xander leaned towards her to give her arm a reassuring pat, and then thought better of it. He settled for putting on his winning smile. “You’ve done great Buff, really great. As parent teacher nights go, this one’s awesome. Well, not awesome, it’s still parents and teachers in the same room, but it’s well organised... and...and your sign looks pretty. I reckon Snyder will lay off you after this”.



Buffy (stupidly as it turned out) allowed herself to feel relief, and smiled back at her friend. As soon as she did, the vampires arrived. And all hell broke loose.



They swarmed through the window they had so disrespectfully smashed, and quickly began to attack every parent and teacher in sight with delighted (and sickening) woops. Buffy’s first thought was for her mother’s safety, and after finding her she pushed her towards Xander and Willow. “Take her somewhere safe, now!” They did as she asked without question and Joyce was too dazed by the turn events had taken to put up a fight. Buffy then pulled out the ever trusty Mr Pointy and jumped into the fray. She soon realised that the vamps were minions, a newly risen vampire army. They had guts, she had to give them that, but little style and no appreciation of just how dangerous a short blonde with a sharpened piece of wood could be. She dusted three without taking a breath. At that point Willow came back into the room, and up to Buffy, dodging flailing vamp arms admirably.



She had to yell above the panicked cries “Your moms safe, Xanders got her holed up in a classroom, he was gonna barricade the door”.



Buffy spared her a grateful look as she punched, kicked, staked and yelled back, "try and get everyone out of here, i’ll block the door and keep the vamps busy.”

Willow was even paler then usual but she nodded determinedly and started trying to herd the people who were running around aimlessly, while Buffy did her thing.



Buffy fought like she had never fought before, but a few vamps got passed her and ran out into the hall after Willows group. Buffy dusted or incapacitated those who remained before taking off after them. She had been hit in the head and had blood dripping into her eyes, and she was limping a little from a wound to her leg, but it didn’t even register.



Following the noise Buffy ran down the maze of halls, before she saw someone who made her stop in her tracks.

Drusilla. Buffy knew it was her as surely as she knew that wearing brown boots with a black skirt was just plain wrong.



Drusilla turned out to be much more beautiful and much more insane then Buffy had expected.

Her hair fell in long dark waves down her shoulders, a striking contrast to her alabaster skin, which seemed to have an eerie glow. She had blood red, perhaps bloodstained, lips standing prominently from her heart shaped face, but it was her eyes which caused Buffy the most concern. They were glitteringly manic and yet seemed to be out of focus, as though she was looking at something very far away. Instinctively Buffy did not look into them, but studied the rest of her instead. She was wearing an old fashioned red velvet dress, which clung to her ample curves. Buffy couldn’t help but dart a resentful look at her own less-than-spectacular-chest.



Suddenly Drusilla spoke. Her voice was as comforting as a mothers embrace and as chilling as an icy wind at the same time. She had a British accent fairly similar to that of the man she had ‘met’, but Buffy didn’t have time to question the significance of this, she was too busy trying to understand what Drusilla was saying.



“Such a pretty one you are. Like a doll. You and Miss Edith could be sisters. But I don’t think Miss Edith would like you, and she doesn’t like to share her tea. The stars, they told me you’d be pretty. They whispered it to me in my dreams. The stars never lie. They shine, like you. You’re all shiny. Like sunshine you are. But soon you’ll be all covered in dirt, and there won’t be any sunshine, and I won’t get burnt.”



Buffy was a bit unnerved by these ramblings, but she didn’t let it show as she quipped “Okayyyyyy, somebody’s a few shoes short of a shop aren’t they?”



Drusilla acted as though she hadn’t heard, and continued, “I had such a plan for you my doll. We were going to have a party, and it was going to be such fun. It was going to be a special party, I was going to wear my best frock and we were going to play a game.” She began to look like a sullen child. “Then I had to bring the party forward, but the invitations were all sent out for tomorrow, not tonight, so now there’s no tea or sandwiches and the parties all spoilt. It’s all spoilt and now we have to play a different game, and it’s all his fault!”



Buffy couldn’t stop herself from asking “Whose fault?”

Drusilla flicked her eyes to Buffy suddenly, as if she was only now aware she had actually been talking to someone. Their eyes locked, and in a less than a moment Buffy was caught. No matter how desperately she tried she couldn’t move an inch as Drusilla began to sway seductively towards her, talking all the while. “He’s a very naughty boy he is. He should be sent to bed without supper. The stars whisper to him too, he sees things like me. He knew about my party and he was going to spoil it, like he spoils all my parties. I don’t send him an invitation, but he always comes.” She giggled now, and through her paralysis Buffy felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. “But I tricked him didn’t I? I changed the party. The spy becomes the spied and the spy gets to catch her fly”. Drusilla was now within an arms reach of Buffy. She lifted her hand slowly, raising it to the level of Buffy’s throat, when a sudden noise from somewhere else in the school made her turn her head, and the thrall was broken.



Buffy didn’t waste a second, but launched in with a kick which sent Drusilla flying backwards. The vampress was on her feet instantly though, and shifted into game face as she said with delight “Ooo goody, the little dolly wants to play. Mummy wants to play a special game though, and dolly might get broken.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “This dolly doesn’t break so easy”.

Then the fight began in earnest and Buffy began to regret her flippant remark. As punches and kicks were exchanged she quickly realised that Drusilla was strong, very strong. Buffy became aware of the injuries she had sustained fighting off the minions, she was already tired and she couldn’t get the upper hand, couldn’t land a definitive blow. The vamp was gradually moving her backwards, blocking her into a corner, and Buffy couldn’t see a way out.

With lightning speed Drusilla had Buffy pinned against the wall and as her long nails cut into the skin of Buffy’s neck she knew with a sickening certainty that this was the end. Drusilla smiled, “Time for my present”, and bent her head, her fangs descending on Buffy’s throbbing pulse.





There was the sound of a dull thump, Drusilla’s eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor. Buffy, who was no longer being held up, almost did the same, but was stopped by a strong, cold hand. The contact sent electric thrills up and down her arm.



Though Buffy’s heart was racing and her head was all over the place there was no mistaking the voice which said, “Don’t think that was the present she was expectin, but I just didn’t know what to get the crazy bint”.






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