Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ A Dream And A Doll ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Dru and Cordelia have a 'conversation' and Willow meets with Buffy and Riley Finn...where does Willow know him from?

Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 372 | Status: Completed

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“Lalala, lala, lalala lala, sing some more and then lalala.”

Frowning, Cordelia Chase followed the eerily beautiful voice throughout the Sunnydale Park. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to remember whyshe was here in the middle of the night by herself.

The last thing she remembered was leaving the Bronze and getting home, wondering how things had gone with Angel, Willow and Spike. She'd also decided to wait till morning to call her favorite vampire and torture the information out of him. She'd have gone through Willow—but had forgotten where she and Spike were staying.

“Ah, you've come to play with me.”

Looking up, Cordelia blinked, trying to scream yet not able to when she realized that the one who'd been singing was none other than Drusilla.

“Don't be frightened, you're the first person that I knew from before that I've seen since I came here. I won't eat you.” She giggled, patting the bench next to her before continuing to brush out her doll's hair. “Have you seen mummy?”

Cordelia gulped, glued to the spot.

Dru looked up from Miss Edith with an impatient sigh. “Did they cut out your tongue? I've seen it happen.” She made up her face. “I hope they didn't. What use are you to me if they've kidnapped your tongue?”

“N-no, tongue right here.” Cordelia, now deciding that she was having some alcohol induced dream, hesitantly went to sit next to the dusted vampiress.

“Good!” Drusilla smiled toothily. “It'll be easier this way. So. Have you seen mummy?”

“Darla's dusted, Drusilla.” But then again, so was the dark haired vampiress---so who knew if Darla would make an appearance before this dream was up?

“Why does everyone think I mean her when I talk about my mummy?” Dru pouted, speaking more to herself than to Cordelia. “I never liked her much. She wanted Daddy all to herself. She never liked me, used to make fun of me.”

“Boy do I know about that.” Comfortable in the knowledge that this was a dream, Cordelia snorted. “I used to make fun of everyone when I was younger. Especially Willow and Xander.”

Drusilla's pout deepened. “You hurted mummy?”

“WILLOW'S you're mummy?” It suddenly made sense, Willow was with Spike, and if so then she would have been with Dru as well… Cordelia's comfort disappeared as she realized that this wasn't any ordinary dream. “Dru? What am I doing here?”

“It had to happen.” The vampiress said mostly to her doll, brushing her hair lovingly. “They're sad, and they blame themselves, but Miss Edith told me that it had to happen, and now I am very happy with my stars—I'm teaching them all the songs I learnt while alive and undead.”

“Uh—that's good.” Cordelia said for lack of understanding.

“Yes, they sing terribly out of tune sometimes, but I'm here now, so I'll teach them.” Drusilla nodded seriously. “But I asked them to call you because theywill try to end the world.”

“Again?” Cordelia whined.

The vampiress nodded with a playful pout, as if talking about tea. “And mummy will need my powers if she is to take over as Master.”

Cordelia's eyes widened. “What? Drusilla, Willow can't become the new Master of the Hellmouth! She isn't even a vampire!” She frowned, looking at Miss Edith as if expecting the doll to shed some light. “And anyway, if someone were to become the new Master, shouldn't it be Spike?”

“My dark knight?” Dru seemed surprised that Cordelia would ever suggest such a thing. “Of course not! He is to be her Dark King—like daddy.”

Slumping in confusion, Cordelia pouted just as childishly as Dru. “So Willow, Spike and Angelus will want to take over the Hellmouth, bring the end of the world, and I'm supposed to help them somehow? Why would I do this?”

Childish impatience colored the vampiress' face. “You're not lisssstening to meee!” She whined, stomping her foot for good measure. “Why would mummy want to end the world? Where would she live if everything was destroyed? And what would my daddy and dark knight eat if all the humans were suddenly gone?”

“Good point.” Cordelia conceded reluctantly. “So someone ELSE is going to try and destroy the world?”

“Yes.” Glee that THAT was straightened out, brightening Dru's face. “They will try to open the mouth, and blood must be shed to quench its hunger and close it once more.”

Getting the gist of what Drusilla was saying, Cordelia nodded in understanding. “Okay, I get that, but why should I help Buffy and not Willow? Buffy might be a bitch, but she's the Slayer. Isn't saving the world HER expertise?”

“No. As long as she's with the one who smells of potatoes then she won't be of any use. She's helping those horrible humans, even if she doesn't know it.”

“Smells of potatoes?” Cordelia stupidly repeated, trying to make sense of it yet coming up with nothing. “Okay. Recap. Buffy is with the bad guys.”

The look Drusilla gave her was less than favorable. “Of course, little seer.”

“Seer?”

“You see, I see in plains others don't, and I watched the other us, saw what would have happened if mummy hadn't been with daddy. It isn't nice to watch before bedtime.” She whimpered, looking distraught at the memory of what she'd seen. “You were a seer—and it killed you. You—you helped my daddy, you loved him.”

“Me and Angel?” Cordelia snickered at the thought. “I got over that attraction WAY long ago.”

“Not the other you.” Dru said gravely, shaking her head slowly. “You are destined, seer. But unlike the other you, you will not get your visions from THEM. I give you mine.”

Cordelia frowned. “Drusilla--?”

“You will fill the empty space I left in my family, you will be the good little daughter my mommy needs. I give you my gift, so you can use it to help mummy. But you don't get it free, like me, you pay but don't worry, the price is livable.” She giggled at her choice of words.

The dark haired woman stood rapidly, backing away from the vampiress. “What--?”

Getting up, Drusilla kissed Miss Edith before placing her into Cordelia's trembling hands. “Here, keep Miss Edith. You will need her now.”

Holding onto the doll, Cordelia opened and closed her mouth yet no words would come out.

“Tell mummy, daddy, Spikey and puppy that I miss them but I'm happy, and I watch them every night.” Drusilla ordered, her voice softening. “Oh. And rub puppy's hair whenever he's sad—he likes it when I do that.”

Waking up with a gasp, Cordelia's eyes flew open wide as she panted for breath. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. The dark haired beauty tried to calm herself as she realized that she was in her apartment in Sunnydale, that it'd only been a dream induced by the many alcoholic drinks she'd had that night and the guilt of Dru's death.

Why she'd felt guilty that Buffy had killed Dru, Cordelia would never know. But she had felt guilty—Dru's death had been the straw that broke the camel's back, forging the permanent distance between Cordelia and the other Scoobies, who couldn't see that what Buffy had done was wrong.

Calming slowly, she was about to scold herself for getting so worked up by a dream when she suddenly realized that she was holding something to her stomach. Looking down in dread, a scream escaped her lips as she made out Miss Edith in the darkness.

The next day Willow escaped the room thanks to Spike's deep sleep. She'd spent most of the night up discussing with her general what he'd discovered while lurking around Sunnydale, and she'd been surprised at what he had to say.

She hadn't been the only one to change drastically in four years. Oz had not only changed in character, but in looks. While a teenaged werewolf in Sunnydale he'd been blonde (and sometimes a redhead) with a shy personality and a love for music.

Oz had dyed his hair black after their first years in France, and while he hadn't grown buff or tall, his animal magnetism gave him a large aura, which tended to intimidate even those who didn't know what an aura was. They just got a feeling that they shouldn't mess with him.

His skin had gone pale thanks to the vampire hours he usually kept, and he'd gotten his eyebrow pierced when Dru once fed from a punk and remarked on how she liked the piercing.

His love for music was all that remained, although he rarely played anymore. The only time he played was to strum along while Dru sang her many songs, the music to her songs had always caused her to squeal with glee and clap her hands, singing louder and happier. Oz's eyes shone with happiness and adoring whenever they had their `musical sessions' together.

“So I went to this Magic Box and looked around, pretending to be interested in some bogus plastic stakes.” Oz had informed them with derision as they sat on Willow and Spike's bed the night before. “The Librarian married the Computers teacher and they owned it together, although she still teaches, from something I overheard.

“Xander and some blonde chick entered. The chick—Anya—she smelt of demon.”

That brought Spike and Willow's gaze up immediately. “Demon?”

“Yeah. It was faint though. I think she recently became human.” The disgust in his face as he said that proved what he thought of what she'd done. No one should be ashamed of what they were or change. No one. No matter what they were. “The Slayer even made an entry with some blonde dude. I got a bad vibe from him. Riley or something like that they called him.”

“Cordelia mentioned that Buffy was going out with a guy named Riley that she didn't like.” Willow pondered the information, tapping a hand against her lips.

“Cordelia Chase? The chick that used to go out with Devon?” Oz made a face, obviously remembering Cordelia and not liking the image he had of the dark beauty.

“Yeah, and don't start. She might actually be useful to us.” Willow admonished with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes mum.” Oz reluctantly agreed.

While Oz was a werewolf he'd lived with vampires for four years now, had been adopted into their family, and gotten to calling Willow as Spike and Dru did.

Another reason why neither he nor Willow could take the next step and become sexual was because he saw her as a mother, and acted like a possessive son, sometimes even bickering with Spike for her approval as brothers did. They'd always known that out of the three of them Dru was her favorite, and neither had ever tried to take her place as the first in Willow's heart, but both vampire and werewolf had contended for the second place.

The werewolf continued, carefully choosing his words. “But mum, how could that human be useful to us?”

“You used to be human, Oz, and so did Spike and I.” Willow reminded him. “Before we became---`useful'.”

Blushing, Oz nodded, ducking his gaze. “Are you going to sire her, then?” He asked, resentment coloring his tone dark.

Willow blinked, oblivious to his feelings on the subject. “I hadn't thought about it. I—I don't even know if I cansire anyone.” She got lost in her thoughts, speaking to no one in particular. “I can drain someone, but I'm not really a vampire, so could I actually Sire someone?”

Spike and Oz exchanged narrowed gazes, neither liking the idea of Willow siring someone. Both saw it as a `replacement' for Dru, and if Willow DID manage to sire Cordelia, then the brunette would be her CHILDE, a bond stronger than the one she shared with Oz, and one that could easily compete with the one she had with Spike.

And being with Cordelia for eternity? That seemed like hell to both vampire and werewolf.

Still oblivious to her boys' thoughts on the subject, Willow walked through sunny Sunnydale. She'd called Buffy on the phone, and while the blonde hadn't believed it was her at first, she'd squealed when Willow deliberately rambled on and on, convinced that no one could duplicate a `Willow babble'. And when Willow had told her that she wanted to meet her for lunch—out in the open—in the day—the Chosen One was psyched to know that her friend wasn't a vampire.

She'd snuck out without telling Oz or Spike because she knew that neither would want to let her go—and Oz would most probably want to trail after them to keep an eye on her and make sure she was okay. Willow knew that they wanted to protect her, but Buffy had no idea who she truly was, so if there was anyone in need of protection it was Buffy.

“Willow? Willow!” There was a flash of blonde before Willow nearly fell back at the blow as the Slayer threw herself at her. “Oh Willow! Thank God you're alive! Where have you been? How are you?”

Willow forced herself to hug Buffy and looked ecstatic to see her. “How are you doing? Sorry for disappearing and not calling—time flew. Young love and all that.”

Buffy's eyes widened as she finally pulled away. “Love? You and Oz are still together? I'm so happy to hear that!”

“Huh? No. Oz and I are just friends.” Willow shook that off. “I'm with S—with someone else.” She suddenly realized that Buffy wasn't the only one at the meeting place. Next to her, standing tall and blonde, was a handsome man. “Hello.”

He watched her silently before cracking an amused smile. “Hello Willow.”

“Do I---do I know you?” Her eyes narrowed, there was something familiar about him. She just couldn't place where she'd known him before.

He looked pleased, his smile growing.

Buffy, oblivious, shook her head. “Of course not, he lived in Iowa until like two years ago. This is Riley, my boyfriend.” She grabbed his hand, smiling at him. “Riley, this is my friend Willow.”

He smiled crookedly at her, eyes twinkling. “Nice to finally meet you Willow, I feel like I already know you.”

Willow's frown deepened as that feeling of recognition grew. Who was this Riley? She forced a smile. “Yes. Well, I don't know anything about you so I feel a little at a disadvantage.”

His smile slipped slightly, as if disappointed at her answer.

Buffy, still oblivious to the undercurrent of the meeting, grabbed Willow and Riley's arms, positioning herself between them. “Come, lets have that lunch! I want to hear all of what you've been doing these last four years—and I have SO much to tell you!”

Riley sent Willow a look over Buffy's short head.

Willow returned it.

Who the hell was he?

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