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Title: Bittersweet
Part: 19/?
E-mail: Angelusblood@yahoo.com
Author: Tygerlily
Summary: Set after 'The Gift', Dawn's dies instead of Buffy. Buffy and Spike are shattered by Dawn's death and leave Sunnydale. Angel and the rest of the gang try to bring them home...weirdness ensues.
Disclaimer: Not mine! I kinda borrowed them from Joss for awhile...shhh don't tell it'll be our secret.
Rating: R (for now eventually NC-17)


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Chapter 19 - Lost and…


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“Not Drusilla exactly more like on of her low life minions but we were able to get out if out of him who his master was and of course his reply was…”

“Drusilla…” he asked softly

This seemed to bring instantly bring back Buffy from her Oz induced stupor. She couldn’t help but take in the expression that now marred her lover’s face. Just earlier this morning they were talking about all of Dru’s crimes against him while they were together and though on some level they still hurt he claimed he was over them but by the look on his face now, that statement seemed to be untrue. Fear of the worst kind crashed through her body as she thought about what the insane vampires’ reappearance might mean.

Trying to shake of the feeling of dread that had just come over her, she moved forward and took Raz into her arms, her strength alone was enough to support him as she guided him over to the couch. Kneeling beside him she sent Ciro and Oz on a mission for some hot water, towels, some soap and clean bandages. That left Spike standing in the hallway alone as he watched his mate tend to the Nitric demon’s wounds.

The bleached vampire was still lost in his own thoughts; he never thought he’d actually see Dru again let alone have a sideways encounter with her. Though he was with Buffy now and he loved her, he truly did; Drusilla was his sire. There would always be some type of feeling there… right? He was pulled from his reverie by the sound of someone calling his name, though he wasn’t sure as to whom.

“SPIKE!”

Turning his startled eyes towards his mate he looked at her in askance.

“Spike I need you go out with Ciro, find out what the hell is going on. Oz and I will stay here and look after Raz… if Dru is really back and making a play for us then we need to be ready…” And with that her full attention was back to tending for Raz’s wounds.

“… yea but the sun…”

“Don’t worry about it, there’s a sewer access entrance right downstairs, Raz had it put in when we first got the place…” Ciro replied

“You’ll be fine” Buffy reassured

Ciro said nothing as she breezed passed the vampire and back towards the door. There was no way she was going to let this bitch get away with what she did to Raz; Spike’s sire or not, she was going to kill the brunette vampire in the most painful way possible. Spike was only hesitated for a second before throwing his duster over his shoulders as he followed Ciro down the stairs coat tails billowing out behind him.

Emerald colored eyes stared at the space her mate just vacated for a few agonizing moments before a small moan from her fallen friend caused her to return to the task at hand, though the tiny Slayer couldn’t help but wonder if this was a sign of things to come.


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The shadow moved through the dark alley ways with ease, he pace was swift as he moved through the darkness of the night, his features shadowed by the low light of the street lamps. The cobblestones in the back alley were riddled with puddles so with every step dirty water would splash up on to the figures boots. Finally reaching his destination he pushed unlocked the heavy door and slowly entered the darkened room.

The room was dark, damp and cold; the sound of leaking pipes could be heard and the squeal of rats that continued to scurry across the floor was another common sound. The click of heels could be heard throughout the room as they connected with the cement floor. The shadow glided through the room but soon came to an abrupt halt at a steel door nestled in the corner of the vast room.

Knocking only once before he pushed the door open and proceeded inside.

The room that lay behind the old steel door was nothing like the one next to it. Though it was dimly lit it was easy to see that it was lavishly furnished and had quite a Victorian feel to it. A dark haired woman with pale almost translucent skin laid on the bed her dark eye vacant and unseeing.

“Mistress…”

“Shhh, she worries ever so” she said distantly

The vampire looked at his mistress with understanding eyes, she was his sire and he’d been with her ever since he was turned back in Los Angeles almost a year ago. The boy couldn’t be anymore than 19 years of age and standing at approximately 5’11 with his gangly form his was nothing really of a threat. His messy brown hair and pale blue eyes did give him a certain boyish charm which seems to work in his favor a lot of the time.

For some reason she had taken to him and decided to keep him with her for some time. Though he found no pleasures in her bed, he was able to deal with her moods and her insane ramblings where as most could not. There was only one other being in the world that was able to deal with Drusilla just as well as he was able to. It was her first childe, she spoke of him often… her William.

“The stars are whispering things again, such dreadful things… “

“What are they saying?” he asked that being the proper response

Drusilla slowly rose from the bed and began to glide around the room, humming some song she alone knew the melody to. Her dark eyes were hazed an unfocused but glittered with mischief. Groaning softly she moved toward the vampire before her, she liked him well enough so she kept him around but he was no substitute for her sweet William but the Slayer had to come along and snap him up just like she did her daddy. Sighing heavily she continued her silent dance but just as suddenly as she started; she stopped.

Her eyes grew wide as she heard the voices whisper to her.

“What is it?”

“The sun no longer burns as brightly as it should, she has no idea that the darkness is coming for her. Poor thing, the moon will mourn her though… such wicked things are going to happen” she said cryptically

“What sort of wicked things?” he asked truly curious

“Things you can’t even begin to imagine, they walk in worlds they themselves have no idea exist. There’s a door and it’s opening… its come for her, soon there will be nothing left… just the dark”

Drake could only stand there and watch his sire as she continued to see things that no one else could, she was truly a beauty and he had no intention of leaving her anytime soon, in some odd way he loved her but not the way you loved another lover it was almost paternal. In a sudden moment of clarity she turned toward her childe. The male vampire had never seen his sire’s eyes so clear and lucid. He was almost concerned for her.

“Drake, we must go…”

“Go where?”

And just as the moment was there it was gone.

“The sun is so lost, we must go to her”

End of Chapter 19





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