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Through the night she wandered. Beautiful, powerful, and insane - a deadly combination. Sunnydale. She'd been here before, yes, she remembered. A few years ago. With Spike.
"Spike," she murmured aloud. Spike had loved her. Too bad she didn't like what he'd done. They couldn't last. She hadn't even bothered trying to kill him. Too much work. Too much effort.
What was she doing back here? For a moment she couldn't remember, and then it came to her. She'd been sent here to find someone for a friend. A vampire named Harmony. She didn't know what Geoffrey would do with Harmony, nor had she asked. Geoffrey just gave the orders, and she carried them out. That was the way it was.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Spike stood in front of her.
Drusilla jumped. "You scared me," she chastised him. "Shouldn't have done that."
"Dru, why are you here?" Spike demanded.
"I'm on a mission," she said. The thought occurred to her that while here, she could kill the slayer. That girl annoyed her. But first she had to complete her task. Geoffrey would be annoyed, otherwise.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Lovely, pet. I'm going to have to kill you, now, by the way."
Drusilla gazed at him. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you, Spike?"
He looked into the eyes of his first love. "No, I wouldn't, and you know it."
She sniffed the air. "There's a human coming. A young girl. Can we kill her?"
The child turned the corner and Drusilla grabbed her. She held the child, waiting for Spike to take the first bite.
Spike, not wanting to let his ex-lover see that he was powerless, leaned in to sink his fangs into the neck of the girl, but a jolt of pain sent him jumping back.
"Spike?" Drusilla looked at him curiously. "What's happened to you?"
"Nothing," he lied.
Drusilla tossed the girl aside. She fell to the ground and then scrambled to her feet, running away as fast as she could. "Don't lie to me, Spike. You've changed."
"You make it sound like I'm like soul-boy," Spike groaned. "Dru, nothing has changed."
"Except for the fact that thanks to the Initiative and a chip in his head, he can't do any harm to anyone," a voice said, and Buffy Summers walked towards the two vampires.
"Spike, is this true?" Drusilla demanded. "You can't bite?"
"He's as harmless as a little bunny rabbit," Buffy offered.
"Thank you for that," Spike muttered.
"No problem," Buffy said. She contemplated staking Drusilla, but she felt, out of politeness to Spike, that she should let them finish their conversation. She continued on her way.
Spike sighed and wished he could make Buffy into a vampire so they could be together forever. There was just something about her that made him….well, fall madly in love with her. Even if she wasn't up for immortality at the moment, the thought of sleeping with her really appealed to him.
"You're in love with her," Drusilla realized, seeing the utterly lovesick expression on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
"You've fallen in love with the slayer," Drusilla smiled. "How interesting. I'm going to kill her, by the way."
Spike grabbed her by the throat and threatened, "If you so much touch one hair on the slayer's head, I'll stake you in a second. That chip doesn't stop me hurting vampires, you know." He released her. "Been nice talking to you."
Drusilla was fuming. Spike was in love with the slayer. That annoying little brat had charmed her Spike into loving her.
Her Spike? He wasn't her Spike, and he hadn't been for a while. And yet - they had been lovers for decades. She couldn't help feeling a bit possessive.
The slayer would pay. Drusilla decided against killing her. That would make Spike mad, and he might stake her. No, she had to stay on Spike's good side while doing something that would terribly upset the slayer.
She smiled as she realized that what she had in mind would be fun for her, too.
"Don't you love going through your old stuff?" Willow asked Tara with a smile.
"Mmmm. Yeah. Like here," Tara pulled a pair of ballet slippers out of a box, "look at these. I'd forgotten I had them."
"You used to dance?" Willow enquired.
Tara nodded. "Yeah. I wanted to be a dancer when I grew up. Of course, I was five then. Things change."
Willow held up a picture. "Look. Me and Xander. Age seven. How cute?"
"Very cute," Tara agreed. She leaned back against the wall and noticed an envelope that had fallen down behind the bed. She reached in to get it and handed it to Willow. "This was back there," she explained.
Willow opened it to find a letter. "It's a letter. From…Angel?" She was surprised.
"He's over Buffy and has now fallen in love with you," Tara deadpanned as Willow read through the letter. "Well? What does it say?"
"He wants to know do I have any spells that would break the hold that some super-powerful vampire has over others," Willow murmured. She looked up. "There's this vampire, Geoffrey, who controls the minds of others. He implants orders into their minds, and they follow them out regardless of their own safety. He's been doing this to vampires and to humans."
"Sounds dangerous," Tara said.
Willow nodded. "I'd better get researching."
Riley Finn was trying to sleep, but his mind was worrying about Buffy. She'd insisted she'd be fine patrolling by herself, but he couldn't help being concerned. He knew full well that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but love made people think irrationally.
He was considering going out to look for her and reassure himself that she was OK, when someone knocked on his door.
He went to get it.
After asking around, Drusilla had discovered everything she needed to know about Riley Finn. Now she stood at his door, waiting to be invited in.
"Hello, Riley," she breathed.
He looked confused. "How do you know who I am?"
"Buffy told me. She wanted me to check that you were all right."
"I'm fine," Riley was still puzzled. "Is that all?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" The moment the words were out of Drusilla's mouth, she regretted them. Her phrasing should have been less obvious.
"You're a vampire," Riley realized.
Drusilla wondered whether lying would work, but she sensed Riley wouldn't fall for it. "That's right."
"So. What are you doing here?"
"You're a very handsome boy," she commented.
"Boy?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm a hundred and forty," Drusilla told him. "You're a child."
"True," he nodded. "So is that why you're here? To seduce this poor child?"
"You read my mind," she murmured.
Strangely enough, Riley didn't feel like staking her. In fact, he felt…interested.
Willow called Angel once she'd discovered the spell.
"Can you perform it from Sunnydale?" he asked.
"I think so," she said. "With Tara's help, I should be able to manage. He won't be able to control anyone's mind in future, and anyone he has a hold over will be released."
Riley had decided that he was definitely not going to stake this gorgeous vampire.
Instead he'd invited her in and they were making out on his bed. He hadn't thought someone who was dead could be so passionate.
He'd have to do this more often.
Willow chanted the spell as Tara concentrated. The candles beside them flickered, and she could feel a cold wind surrounding them. They both focussed their energy on stopping Geoffrey, and, finally, exhausted, had to stop.
"Do you think we stopped him?" Tara asked.
"I hope so," Willow responded.
Somewhere in her consciousness, Drusilla felt herself relieved of the pressures Geoffrey had put on her. She was no longer in his grasp. Now she could concentrate on making love with this quite attractive young man.
He was surprisingly experienced for someone so young, she thought she might not kill him as soon as she'd succeeded in hurting the slayer.
As was to be expected, Buffy was hardly happy to return to her boyfriend's room to find him lying on the bed naked beside Drusilla.
After screaming and yelling and feeling as though she wanted to kill someone - preferably Drusilla, but she'd left as soon as Buffy had arrived - she needed a shoulder to cry on.
The last person she ever thought she'd turn to for sympathy took her in his arms and held her as she cried, and told her that she was better off without him anyway, and stroked her hair and soothed her and brought her ice-cream.
She hadn't thought Spike could be so nice.
"Hey, Angel, did the spell work?" Willow asked him over the phone the next day.
"It seems like it," Angel told her. "Everyone who was under his control seems to be OK now."
"Great," Willow nodded. She was about to hang up when Angel cleared his throat.
"Um…how's Buffy?" he asked.
Willow debated whether she should tell him that Spike had stayed over at Buffy's place last night, that nothing had actually happened but that Buffy and Spike had been up all night talking, and that, according to Buffy, they had "so much in common!".
"She's fine," Willow replied.
"So, how's everything?" Willow asked Buffy a few days later. "Still not talking to Riley?"
"Nope," Buffy shook her head. "But it's OK, I'm over him. Spike is so sweet, I think I'm in love with him."
Willow looked at her in shock. "Love? Spike? How incredibly disturbing."
Buffy shrugged. "Yeah. I know. It's strange. We're looking for a way to get that chip out of his head."
"Oh, great idea, make him into killing-boy again," Willow nodded.
Buffy sighed. "I know, I know. You see, there's another thing with the chip, besides the non-killing thing."
"What is it?" Willow asked curiously.
"He's impotent," Buffy told her. "At least, he claims it's the chip that's doing it. If you ask me, he's just too nervous."
"Spike. Nervous. Right." Willow was beginning to feel as if she lived in an alternate universe.
"He has feelings. I think it's endearing," Buffy sighed sappily in the way of someone who is clearly In Love.
Willow rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
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