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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me unfortunately. They 
belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other affliated companies. 
No copyright infringments intended. All other characters, such as the 
mob and the doll maker and Jasmine Rose, belong to their creator, me. 
Hope you all enjoy and on to the story. 

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Note: I recently found out about who's sire is really who's so I have 
revamped (forgive the pun) the story.

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William wandered down the once quiet streets of Prague. They were not 
quiet now.


The Sun had set and a large gangly mob had settled in the main square 
around a post surrounded by firewood. There would be bloodshed tonight. 
The mob was quite angry. As William looked on he saw that tied to the 
post there was a beautiful woman. Her hair was a dark brown that 
shimmered in the torch light and her eyes were as dark as coal. Her 
slender body was swathed in a simple pesants dress. He recognized her. 
It was the same woman who caught his attention in the market yesterday 
night.... She had been the one who watching him.... She had captured his 
attention from the start. Oh she was a beauty. 


Drusilla twisted against the ropes that bound her. She was scared and 
didn't know what was happening. Her brain was in a scramble of panic and 
overwhelming fear. She felt like an animal trapped in a cage. Then 
distantly she saw the man who she had been watching yesterday evening in 
the market place....


"I renounce this demon and banish it back to hell...." A priest stood 
off to one side of Drusilla reading from a Bible and holding a cross at 
her while she writhed in pain as the demon in her fought. "And the
Lord's wrath shall come and send all of the demons of Satan back into 
Hell!" The priest got louder and William was even starting to squirm. He 
had to do something. He couldn't let her die.


Drusilla shreiked and cried incoherancies. Her vampire features showed 
through and the crowd
retreated slightly into the night shadows. Even the priest seemed taken 
aback. 


"Demon of the night, who feasts on human souls, you shall feed no more!" 
He looked up at Drusilla
before going on. Then, reading from the Bible he said, "And he shall 
smite the wicked and send them
into the fiery pits!" With he took a torch from a near by mob member and 
laid it to the dry, waiting
wood. Drusilla screamed a cry so horrifying that it cut through 
William's cold and dormant heart.
With that he charged the crowd. He leapt up onto the soon to be burned 
wood of Drusilla's funeral
pyre and tore the ropes that held her with one slash of a knife he kept 
in his boot. Picking her up he
leaped off the wood and snatched a torch, knocking the priest down onto 
the stone pavement. With
the girl in his arms he fled with her into the night followed by the 
angry mob.


Down streets, alleys and gangways he rushed with an unconcious Drusilla 
in his arms. She was so
weak and frail that she passed out. But she was getting heavy and he had 
to get her to a safe place.
The mob followed close behind and he thought they were finished. But 
then, he saw salvation up
ahead. It was the abandon old Town hall. The place was crawling with 
catacombs from a war gona
by. He picked up speed and finally made it inside and to a back room. 
Kneeling down on the floor
he laid his unconcious charge down. Then he opened up the trapdoor near 
an old firplace. He could
hear the mob trying to squeeze inside. Desperately he tried to wake 
Drusilla.


No Joy. She was out cold and he could hear the mob, or as many that 
could fit, out in the hallway.
They were coming closer. He shook and prodded her to get her to arise. 
Then... Slowly for what
seemed like hours, she lethargecally opened her sad eyes and looked at 
Spike. "Daddy?" she asked
confusedly, "Daddy, I had a bad dream..." She whimpered with tearfilled 
eyes.


*Oh God she's beautiful!* He thought. Then scolded himself. *This is not 
the place. If you don't get
out of here, she will be beautifully dead.* He held out his arms to her. 
"Come here princess...* he
called as gently as he could. "Come here and tell me all about it..." 
She slowly crawled toward him
and he snatched her up and carried her down into the endless maze of 
tunnels that spread out
underneath the town square.


Once he knew they were safe, he set her down and took her hand. He led 
her to a large hollowed
out room. Candles of all sizes decorated the room filled with a canopy 
bed, an old trunk, a few chairs
and a night stand topped with a pitcher of water and wash basin. She 
looked around in a childlike
wonder.


Outcasts and criminals have used the catacombs as a place of sanctity 
for hundreds of years. Ever
since William had run into debt he had fled here to escape.


The walls flickered with shadows from the candle light. He led Drusilla 
to the bed and sat her down.
"My hero." She said so sensually, that it send chills up his spine.


"Anytime luv." He replied as nonchalantly as he could. "Now, you lay 
down and I'll find you
something to eat." He patted her head.


"But I'm not hungry...." Her soft voice trailed off and her eyes were 
downcast.


William sat down next to her. "Now, kitten, you need to eat something. 
You're so weak. You'll
waste away." He lifted her chin and looked into the black pools of 
midnight that were her eyes.
"Come on now... Eat something for Daddy..." He asked softly.


"Only if you bring me a present." She said coyly.


"After you eat, I promise I will bring you a present. Alright?" She 
smiled and nodded like an obediant
child.


                               END PART ONE