Fond Memories

By Mercurial Cricket



Part Three
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Disclaimer- These characters, unfortunately are not my own. What is mine 
is the story, because it
came from my warped imagination. It is my own speculation of how Spike 
and Dru met. So be kind.
Rewind. ;) 

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Drusilla ran to him. "My Angel!" she exclaimed as he opened his arms to 
her.


"Drusilla, have you been causing mischief?" He asked grinning.


"No." she smiled beguilingly as he kissed her forehead.


Spike looked for a quick escape route, but could find none. He stood 
against a far wall watching to
two. But not in fear so much as fascination. "Who are you?" he asked.


"My name is Angelus, and this is my.... daughter, Drusilla. Who are you? 
And how did you come to
know my Drusilla?" Angel's face reverted to normal as he stepped closer 
to William.


"My name's William. I saved her from an angry mob. They were going to 
burn her at the stake. I
thought she was beautiful. I couldn't let them kill her."


Angel stepped closer. "You have a good eye for beauty. Well done. As a 
reward, I may let you live."


Drusilla stepped up to a nervous looking William and said to Angel, "Let 
me have 'im. I want to
play."


Angel laughed. "All right, but play nice. Ok?"


"Of course" Drusilla smiled. And raked the front of William's chest with 
her nails. He inhaled sharply,
watching her. "Come now William, my William, let me make you happy. I 
can make you like me...."
Her eyes went sad for a moment. Then she leaned in close to him and 
licked his cheek. He recoiled
smiled an evil smile and took her roughly in his arms.


"Make me whatever you like." He said. "I'm yours."


She led him to the bed and sat him down. Then standing in front of him 
she leaned down to his neck
and sunk her teeth in. 


At first William tensed at the pain, but soon it grew into a warm 
strange feeling. Like electricity being
given off. He yearned for more. For it never to stop, but Soon he was 
weak from loss of blood.
Mercifully she stopped drinking and licked her lips. He pulled a 
strained smile for her.


"William. Did I hurt you?" She asked stroking his cheek.


"Not at all love. I like pain." He smiled again.


Angel watched from a corner of the room. He was glad to see his Drusilla 
happy. Then quietly he
slipped out unnoticed.


"Here now." Drusilla motioned for William to rest his head in her lap. 
He did. She hummed a little
song and ran her long fingers through his short hair. After some minutes 
she took her fingernail and
laid open her veins to replenish him temporarily. He drank obediently. 
As he did he thought about
how he had become completely in love with this woman from the first time 
he saw her. How funny
life was sometimes. He knew that they would be together for as long as 
their lives would entail.


He stopped drinking and released her. He made sure he didn't drink too 
much. She was weak
enough now from the mob. 


After a few moments he felt immense pain in his heart, it shot through 
his body and he convulsed on
the floor. Drusilla stood back watching in a slight wonder. She had 
never seen this happen before,
but she knew it was only his soul dying and the demon taking over. Soon 
he would be strong again.
She continued to watch as his face contorted in pain and a green light 
shone through his eyes, and
shot out of his fingers and lips. The demon had taken up residence in 
William's body.


Then, suddenly all was still. And William opened his eyes and smiled. He 
looked up at Drusilla
standing over him. He stood and took her roughly into a kiss. Forgetting 
that she was still quite
fragile. After releasing her, she stood there and looked at her new 
creation a little longer. Then she
put a hand to her head and swayed on her feet. William caught her and 
laid her on the bed.


"Now, you lay here and rest while I go and get you a present." She 
nodded and let him tuck her in.
Then he asked, "What would you like Daddy to bring you?"


"I want a new dolly" she murmured sleepily.


When she had fallen asleep, Spike slipped out of the room quietly and 
took another way up to the
quiet city streets. He wandered through the now empty main square and 
looked at all the lighted
windows. He walked past them all, the shoe-maker's, the baker's and the 
candle stick-maker's till he
reached the end of the row and stood before the doll maker's shop. The 
shop's window was brightly
lit and filled with handmade dolls in luxurious fabrics. He put his hand 
on door and went inside.


The doll maker, a heavy set, middle aged man looked up from his work 
bench; where he was making
a new doll, when Spike entered. "Can I help you?" The old man asked.


Spike's eye wandered around the shop's shelves of elegant dolls and then 
back to the doll maker.
"Yes. I am looking for a very special doll." he answered.


"Well then," said the doll maker. "You have come to the right place. All 
these dolls are made from the
finest brocades, linens, silks, velvets and lace. Do you see anything 
that attracts your attention?" The
plump man smiled as Spike gazed around the store again.


Spike walked around touching dresses and hair and hands of the dolls 
looking for the perfect one for
his new princess. Finally one caught his eye. It sat high on a self 
looking regal and almost arrogant
and yet slightly shy. She had high emphasized cheekbones, supple pink 
lips, nearly black eyes and it's
curly blonde hair was tied back with a red velvet ribbon that matched 
the cream dress with vibrant
red pinstripes.


"Beautiful..." he muttered. It's Nobel essence reminded him of Drusilla.


                              END PART THREE