Fond Memories

By Mercurial Cricket



Part Two
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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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Drusilla looked at him, mesmorized by the pulsing veins in his neck and 
wrist. She reached over and
ran a finger along his temple, down the side of his cheek. "Oh, you are 
a beauty my little prince. My
William." she whispered. 


He stared at her, suprised. He shivered at her touch and the nearness of 
her. Her touch sent electrical
sparks coursing through him. He had never felt this way... He wondered 
why he felt this way now.
"How did you know my name?" he asked.


"You'd be suprised at what I know. The voices in my head tell me many 
things." She giggled a
melodious laugh and then her face fell and she put a hand to her 
forehead, leaning over. She looked
as though she were going to be sick.


"What is it love? Are you alright?"


"I miss my mummy...." she whimpered.


He put his arms around her. "There, there love. It's alright." She 
rested her head on his shoulder, in
the hollow of his neck. He laid his head on hers. "There, there...." He 
stopped and rocked her for a
while. Then her sat up. "Here now. You need to eat." He stood and went 
to a table where some
bread and cheese laid on a pewter plate.


"That kind of food won't help me love." She whispered in a meloncoly 
voice as she stared at his
neck. 


"What will then? What shall I get you?" he asked eager to please.


"Come sit with me and let me tell you a story my mummy told me." she 
answered coyly.


He went to the bed and sat down. "Tell me a story then."


Drusilla smiled and spoke. "There is something in the darkness that 
haunts the human race. They are
demons and the things that hunt little children by hiding underneath the 
bed.... Have you ever seen
one?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Mummy use to 
speak of a creature that
drank the blood of the living to survive. They don't have souls like 
angels. My Angel doesn't have a
soul."


"You mean Vampires? Vampires don't exist." He said defiantly, yet 
intriged at the distance in her
eyes.


She ignored him. "Mummy died that night when she tucked me into bed. He 
came and took her
heart. I was afraid but he said it was ok. I believed him, but then he 
killed Daddy too. And Auntie
and my cousin. But it's ok now." She smiled at him and looked him over. 
Then she leaned over as he
looked on in shock. Her face had changed. In a way he had not ever seen. 
He had seen her by the
torch light of the mob, but he thought it was trick of light then. When 
he had rescued her she loooked
normal. But he knew then that she was nowhere near normal. He scooted 
back on the bed.


Drusilla looked at him with sad puppy dog eyes. "What is the matter 
love? You don't recognize me."


"What the hell are you?" he asked getting up off the bed.


"I'm a princess." she smiled innocently.


"She's a vampire." A voice came from the entrance of the room.


Spike looked up, but could not see the face of the speaker. He looked 
quite pale. "Vampires don't
exist." he stammered.


"We dont?" questioned the voice. The figure stepped into the candle 
light. Revealing an elegantly clad
man with a freakish face.


                               END PART TWO