banner by the wonderful Copykween
Pretty Maids All In A Row
Summary: This is Season 2 School Hard from Drusilla’s POV and visions. Very fun take on it. I have studied Dru a lot to be able to write this. I use part of the dialogue from this episode as well. It is also a continuation of my Spike POV for season 1 Know Thine Enemy. Rating: PG-13 I guess.
A/N This is Part 1 of a 2 part fic. I was planning on doing the entire fic at once, but while writing the first part I realized I wanted to do something a little different in the second part and knew it would take longer than I had for getting this posted before season 2 ended at seven seasons community. The next part will be posted soon. Hope you all enjoy. Now for the love. Copykween loved this idea and supported me through the whole process as well as made me this gorgeous banner for it. My beta’s spikeslovebite and megan were with me on it and have made this fic something completely special and unique. Thank you my lovely girls!
The stars whisper lies. They must be lies. My dark knight would never do the things they say. He’s devoted to his princess. I feel the lust he has for the golden one but its just want, nothing more.
When he returned from seeing great-grandpapa, I knew she’d filled his mind with hungering heat and delectable blood spilling forth. Sometimes the pretty pictures of death and destruction he has swirls into my thoughts, painting everything crimson. He may desire her body, but he yearns for the light’s end as well.
He loves only me, always and forever. Never will he leave my side. Just one whimper from my lips and my bad dog is scratching and clawing to do my bidding. Even as Miss Edith giggles and taunts me with warnings of tomorrows to come; I know this to be true and I will make sure that the sunlight can never take that from me.
We park outside of a dingy old factory where the young pup sits on his throne. Cuddled into my Spike’s side, I stroke his fire for me. Before he can step out of the car, I crush my lips to his, putting all of the passion daddy taught me so many years ago into keeping what’s mine. Must keep his head craving dark things while showing him what only mummy can give him. I found him. I saw the skull shattering spikes and devoted loyalty in his eyes. I turned him into the glorious creature he has become. He is mine.
A powerful surge rushes through me as I wait outside like the good girl I am, causing a sigh to slip past my lips. The little boy has strength indeed, but not for much longer. Miss Edith says that my Spike will take that power from his hands. But I mustn’t tell secrets out of turn.
I suddenly clutch my head as wicked, naughty images float on the wind from my boy. He’s thinking of sunshine and sweet, heated musk making him tingle around cock and embedded fangs. Her claws digging deep furrows, cutting and slicing, trying to take my place.
Hearing him brag about the other slayers he’s killed, even as his lusty mind stays focused on the bad little kitty, makes me angry, and I know what has to be done. Mummy must go to him and bring his thoughts back where they belong.
Feeling me draw closer, he turns. The tune playing in his head changes until I am the only thing that matters to him, consuming his every thought. I can’t help the sly grin that greets this news. It’s all about his dark girl once more. All I have to do is give him his crumbs and he’ll stay wrapped around me for all eternity.
Spike gazes at me adoringly and moves to my side. “Drusilla. You shouldn't be walking around. You're weak.”
“Look at all the people. Are these nice people?” I question, using my best little girl voice as I move closer to the strength pouring from the little boy. It’s intoxicating.
“We're getting along,” Spike says from behind me.
“This one has power. I could feel it from the outside.” I look up in wide eyed innocence even as I visualize his dust floating to the ground.
“Yeah,” my boy snickers, that beautiful smirk firmly in place. “He's the big noise in these parts. Anointed, and all that.”
“Do you like daisies?” I ask the wary looking child. “Hmm? I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies. Spike? I'm cold.” The boy is making needles sting all over my body; pricking, pricking with swirling darkness and seeking to get a peak at my insides. Naughty, naughty boy.
As always my beloved knight comes to my rescue. Moving quickly, Spike drapes his duster around my shoulders as he whispers, “I've got you.” Only I have ever received that privilege. Only I ever will.
“I'm a princess,” I tell Spike, turning to look into his eyes, knowing that to him I am that and so much more.
“That's what you are,” he reverently agrees and I can see how he worships me in those expressive orbs of brilliant blue. Dragging my nail down his cheek, I watch the beautiful blood pool, waiting for my tongue. It calls to me, whispering of his forever love as I reach up and lap it away. Scrumptious.
I place my forehead against his and we move fluidly together as if to kiss but instead turn to look at the Anointed One.
“Me and Dru, we're movin' in,” Spike says as we separate and he steps closer to our host.
“Now. Any of you want to test who's got the biggest wrinklies 'round here...” No one moves a muscle during his dramatic pause, making me smile. They can see that my Spike has power. “Step on up.”
“I'll do your Slayer for you, but you keep your flunkies from tryin' anything behind my back. Deal?” he demands, turning my insides to cream with his rough edges.
No! Not again! Mere words passing his lips sends desire through his veins, threatening to burn me to dust. She can’t have him! Quickly I bow my head and fist my hands at my temples to bring his focus back to me.
“I can't see her. The Slayer. I can't see. It's dark where she is. Kill her. Kill her, Spike. Kill her for me?” I desperately plead as the pixies come to buzz and tease my ears, saying such nasty, wretched things. Words that rip and tear. Why must they torment me so?
Spike quickly but gently places his hand on my chest, comforting me in my frenzied state. “It's done, baby.”
“Kill her for princess?” I implore him, my eyes shining with distress.
“I'll chop her into messes.” He smiles in the way that always calms my fears.
“You are my sweet... my little Spike.” Sometimes my head is full of muddled things. The voices so loud I can’t distinguish what is happening, but I know my boy. I always know how to get what I want.
Tilting my head to the side, I listen intently to Miss Edith. Being left in the car alone has thrown her into a tizzy and the wicked profanity from her tiny lips sends me into a fit of giggles. Poor little one needs her mummy just as much as my boy does. Mustn’t leave her too long or she’ll become angry, not letting me lay my head to rest for days.
Startled back into the waking world from my dark, secret place by the gentle touch of Spike’s lips in my hair, I find a lovely room the child king has placed us in. Such a shame that the little one must greet the morning soon. I could’ve made him mummy’s little boy, but my Spike needs everything I am for now. He’s such a jealous creature.
“Pet, you should get some rest. It’s been a long drive and you need to keep your strength up,” Spike murmurs, stroking my arms and smiling at me.
“You know I can’t sleep without Miss Edith,” I pout up at him. “Go fetch her for princess.”
“Of course, luv. I’ll have the minions bring in everythin’,” Spike reassures me. He gently lowers me onto the lace canopied bed, his wonderfully soft lips taking possession of mine. Such a beautiful toy I’ve made for myself, I gloat.
Reluctantly, he pulls back. I can see the need in his eyes, feel the want in his hard-muscled body, but he knows that the world has taken too much today, leaving behind a wilted flower.
“Sleep, my sweet,” he whispers into my hair, drawing in my scent. He gets up to take care of the children, making sure everything is in its proper place.
@~@~@~
Startled from dreams of the blue punisher, his tiny blonde executioner, and my beloved daddy, I awake to find myself alone, my eyes having stayed shuttered past dusk in my weakness. I can sense that my Spike has already gone off in search of glowing effulgence, telling himself he will glory in her death.
As I lay there, the ceiling parts and the twinkling night sky confides that I must take Miss Edith into my arms and wait for the story she has yet to unfurl for me. The stars urge me to my feet and I happily dance across the room to my precious little ones, humming a tune my mother taught me when I was but a tiny child. They have secrets for me to look upon, to seek out and use so that I may keep what is mine before all is lost to the flame of the sun.
I cradle my darling to my breast and move to sit down. Must never tell the other boys and girls or they might win the game and we wouldn’t want that now, would we? I can’t help giggling at how she always takes care of me, even when what she says isn’t very nice--especially for young ladies of such good breeding as she.
Leaning my head back upon the soft chair, a rush of wind blows my hair away from my face. Probing fingers dig into my temples, fusing with my skin, deeper and deeper until they tickle my mind, sending bolts of lightening to shock and scorch as I jerk in their grip. Then the movie begins to play upon the screen and suddenly I wish I would have made one of the children fix me popcorn for the show.
He’s there on the edges of black, using it to cover him as he stalks her slowly like the magnificent predator he is. His keen eye takes in all as his beast breathes her scent in, allowing his demon full reign.
Soon he is witness to her brutal, deadly ballet as her stake takes care of one of the young pup’s followers, sending him back to the earth from which he came. My Spike’s body leaps to lusty life for the violent beauty. Even in his demonic state, he has a craving to hear her scream his name as he shreds the golden column of soft flesh, taking in the crimson flood of her ecstasy.
No! No! No!
Throwing Miss Edith at the wall, I scream my agony. The demon within my boy wants to snuff out her fire and bury her in the darkness of death, pain, and flesh. Bring her into the flock to never fly alone. Envisioning the little birdie as powerful perfection no other childe could come close too. Make her family.
It’s all wrong. False. They’re mocking me with lies. Teasing me into rage just to watch me spiral down, striking out at my Spike and making him sullen. They like him that way. My boy would never do this. He tried once as a babe and learned his lesson well.
Lost in the trees, unable to see the forest, I’m struck with the wonderful tingle of my childer close by, pulling me back to the sightless world. He has a nice treat to fill my grumbly tummy. Realizing I’ve left Miss Edith on the floor alone I quickly pick her up and straighten her dress and mine, making us presentable for my dark knight.
Strolling into court without a care in the world, he places my dinner so that it can’t be ruined and nuzzles my neck, purring in contentment. I’m his only concern and it shows me what a bad girl Miss Edith has been with her fake film playing on repeat in my mind’s eye. I really should have my Spike take me to see something new. It’s been so long.
I take my little one back over to her place, still angry with her lies, and turn her to face the wall. “Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shhhh.”
Spike moves up behind me and leans down, placing his hand softly on my shoulders as he asks, “Darling, are you goin’ to eat something?”
Standing, I look into the face of love, knowing I can never give him as much. “I’m not hungry. I miss Prague.”
“You nearly died in Prague. Idiot mob. This is the place for us,” he tells me enthusiastically as he leads me to the place which we will soon fill with debauchery of the flesh when I’m strong again. “The Hellmouth will restore you; put color in your cheeks, metaphorically speaking, and in a few week's time...”
“The stars will align, and smile down on us,” I interrupt as I lay back on the bed, bringing him with me.
“And then, God, this town will burn,” he laughs, filling me with his joy.
“A pretty fire!” I exclaim, happily caught up in his infectious fervor as he suggestively rolls across me, pushing his hardness against me before coming to rest at my side. I know he misses our time together, but he won’t have much longer to wait.
“They're preparing,” I tell him as I hear the constant beat of noise from the other chamber.
“St. Vigeous is coming up. Should be a party.” He smirks.
“You should go up with them and cleanse.” I know the boy king doesn’t want to give away his crown.
“Dru...” Spike whines, showing his unhappiness.
“The boy doesn't trust you. They follow him.” I sit up, remembering the electrical fingers pulsing through my brain, flickering un-truths that will never be. “I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.”
Spike pulls me into his embrace. “Never happen. Alright. I'll go up and get chanty with the fellas, but you,” he says, pulling me towards my snack, “got to do me one favor. Eat something.”
Grabbing the pretty dolly, I hold her steady. “You see, Miss Edith? If you'd been good you could watch with the rest,” I say as I move like a viper, striking into the heated pulse of my meal and causing pretty pictures to flow. What a bad girl indeed. I see her face twisted with a wonderful demon, newly born, following the disgusting Slayer down a hall, axe poised for the kill. The blood always knows and it’s telling me to make a new slave to do my bidding. As the scarlet flow ceases, the veil lifts and the buzzing in my head stills. Giving her my life to sup, my mind is blissfully silent.
TBC in part 2.