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dragonyphoenix) wrote2010-11-20 12:45 pm
Fic: Conjuring Love From the Ashes of an Old Flame 2/7
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: It starts out as Spike/Dru and Buffy/Angel, but then there are a couple of love spells so we get Willow/Angelus, Willow/Angel, Willow/Yarn!Spike, Willow/Spike
Rating: I'm going with PG for Part 2 because there is a death although it isn't graphic. It will be R-rated (or possibly only NC-17 since I'm vague on the difference) overall
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: None in this section
Summary: Drusilla has a way to bring Angelus back. Unfortunately she needs Spike's ashes to do it.
Note: Written for a bad_swa prompt – conjure
Note: The Spike doll is based on two knitted Spikes by whichclothes
Note: Many thanks to diebirchen for the grammar edits.
Note: The awesome banner was created by Shaken Silence
Note: Set after Bandy Candy but before Revelations
Note: The invocation calls on Diana as Goddess of both Love and the Hunt. Yes, I do know that Venus is the Goddess of Love but I'm using the invocation verbatim from the episode where Amy does a love spell for Xander.
Master Index for the story
Buffy walked into the mansion without knocking and stopped short, frozen in place, at the sight of Angel practicing tai chi. As she watched his slow, gentle movements, she thought of his caresses and how his most feather-light touch could send shivers down her spine. “Oh.”
He looked up. “Buffy.”
“Um, hi,” she said.
She retreated as he walked toward her until she found herself by the couch. As she sat, he asked, “What are you doing here?” Her head bolted up. “I mean, it's day. You're usually here at night.”
Shrugging she said, “I wasn't even sure you'd be awake.”
Sitting down next to her, he reached his hands towards hers. Their fingers touched, and he pulled his hand back as if he'd been burned. “Why are you here?”
“Drusilla's in town,” she said bluntly. His gaze, which had been lowered toward his hands, jolted up to look Buffy squarely in the face. “I need your help, keeping an eye on Willow and Xander, after dark that is, if you're up to it.”
“I can handle Dru,” he said. “Do you know why she's here?”
“No, but she attacked Willow last night.”
“Is Willow all right?” Angel asked.
“Yeah, Drusilla let her go,” Buffy replied.
“Dru wouldn't do that,” Angel said. “Not unless she was playing a bigger game.”
“No idea,” Buffy said as she stood. “I wanted to check in with you so I could let Willow and Xander know before the sun sets.”
“Let me take Willow.”
“Huh?” Buffy asked. “Why?”
“Xander wouldn't like me following him around,” Angel replied.
“That's true enough,” Buffy said. “I've got to get back to school. I ran here during a free period, but it's almost over.”
“I'll see you tonight?”
Buffy nodded. Gazing at Angel, she felt as if she couldn't breathe. “I really do have to go.” When Angel reached over to tuck in a wisp of her hair, Buffy jerked her head back. “Right, class.”
Angel watched from the shadows of the doorway until Buffy was out of sight and then turned to ponder what Dru might be up to.
* * *
That evening Dru strolled into the mansion from the garden. “Daddy? Are you here?” She wandered through the main room, past the fireplace full of ashes, and into Angel's bedroom. As she clapped her hands she said, “Daddy's left the great big castle for me to play in, all to myself.”
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, stretched her arms out wide, and started twirling in place. After a few moments, she called out, “Psst, psst, psst, where are you?” She stopped. Addressing a trunk at the far end of the room, she said, “There you are and so much easier to find than I'd have expected.” She tripped over, dancing lightly on her feet, and opened the trunk, which was empty except for a small stone box, carved with a geometric pattern. Dru opened the box and tossed it aside after she'd pulled out the scarf.
Holding up the scarf, which was still a vibrant splash of reds and golds even after such a long time, she let one end drape down along her bosom as she inhaled its scent. “You smell of Daddy and not at all like that nasty gypsy girl whose blood you wear.”
“It stinks of Angel.” The voice came from her bosom. Looking down between her breasts, Dru saw tiny yarn hairs sticking out from a white head. “Could we re-embody me already? This is bloody boring.”
“Nothing for you,” Dru scolded. “You've been a very naughty boy, bringing in the Slayer to kill Daddy, and shall have neither tea nor crumpets.” Spike sighed but didn't try to argue. He had to depend on her whims to get his body back.
Hearing a door open, Dru stuffed the scarf down her bosom, covering Spike. “Hey,” he shouted. “Get it off.”
Dru shushed the doll. Stepping into the main room, she whispered, “Daddy?”
Angel, waiting by the door, picked her up with one hand and slammed her against the wall. Putting his mouth to her ear, he asked, “Why are you here, Dru?”
“Not Daddy yet,” she mourned.
Angel dropped her and walked away. He didn't want to harm his Childe. As she landed lightly on her feet, he turned to her once again. “I'm giving you this one chance. Get out of town, or I'll kill you myself.”
“If I leave now, I shall miss the party. I'm sure you wouldn't want that.”
“What party?”
Dru smiled. “The Dragon is killed by the Lover, and the Beloved released from his thorny prison. All the nasty barbs holding him in check dissolve away.”
“You've had a vision? What is it? A new demon?”
Dru danced backward and out into the garden. “You shall have to wait and see, but when you see Daddy, say that I am looking for him.”
Angel thought about chasing after her, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. It was almost impossible to make sense of her visions when she'd decided to be mysterious about them and besides, he really was hoping she'd take his advice and leave Sunnydale.
* * *
Dru stood in the street, staring at the doors, leading from garden to bedroom, covered with white gauze curtains that even a human could see through. “No, that's not the way at all. It would be very, very blatant,” she said. “A lady must be demure. We shall need to be as subtle as church mice.”
“Yeah, because that's what rodents are known for, their subtlety,” Spike said.
“Hush,” Dru told the doll. “I shall need to concentrate quite ferociously to find the perfect place amongst all these Tweedledum and Tweedledee houses.” As she randomly pointed at houses, Dru chanted, “Eenie meenie miney moe. Catch a human; eat its toe.” As she finished, she was pointing to a two-story house that was three down from Willow's home. “Perfect,” she said with a laugh, running over to ring the bell.
“Yes, what is it?” the man asked as he yanked open the door. “Oh, ummm, hello my dear.” He ran a hand down the front of his wrinkled shirt.
“I'm having a bit of trouble,” Dru said.
“Tell him it's your car, and ask if you can use the phone,” Spike prompted.
“Shhhh,” she replied.
The man scanned the yard, trying to see whom she was shushing. “Are you feeling all right?”
Dru's gaze danced about. “I do feel a bit dizzy.”
“Well then, you come right on in,” he said, offering her his arm.
“Thank you,” Dru replied, resting one hand on his wrist.
“Oh no, thank you,” he said with a smile, emphasizing the word “you.” “It's rare for an old bachelor like me to have such lovely, erm, charming company. Would you care for a drink? There's a bottle of wine I've been saving for a special occasion.”
“I am looking for something specific,” Dru said as she shifted into vamp-face.
“No,” he shouted, backing away. As Dru took a step towards him, he tripped over a tv table and fell to the floor. His screams ended very quickly.
“That was unexpectedly tedious,” Spike drawled.
“Unfortunately I couldn't take my time with him,” Dru sighed. “We shall be very busy tonight.”
“Getting my body back?” Spike asked hopefully.
“Getting Daddy back.”
When Dru needed the finger bone, she'd pulled it and the doll out of her bodice, propping Spike on the counter where he'd be out of her way. Furious that she'd chosen Angelus over him and starting to worry that she meant to keep him as a doll forever, Spike, too angry to speak to her, silently watched as Dru painted the symbol for Venus, a cross topped by a circle, on the tiled kitchen floor.
Within five minutes, her potion was boiling on the stove. Placing the finger bone, along with a lighted black candle, inside the Venus symbol, Dru then took Willow's pencil and held it above the potion. She twirled it in her fingers as she called out the invocation, “Diana, Goddess of Love and the Hunt, I pray to Thee. Let my cries bind the heart of Willow Rosenberg. May she neither rest nor sleep until she submits” – Dru continued and dropped the pencil into the potion, fiery sparks trailed together and danced overhead – “to the will of the lord of Aurelius.” Dru, ignoring Spike's snort of disgust, waited until the sparks had joined into one great, bright light before blowing the candle out.
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Fixed now.
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Gabrielle
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You write Dru very well. It's because I'm mad you know. Actually I was the Mad Hatter for Halloween so perhaps I really am insane! ;-)
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RYL
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“Eenie meenie miney moe. Catch a human; eat its toe.”
Excellent Dru voice!
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