Fic: Moonlight Changes Everything 3/4
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Moonlight Changes Everything
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, vamp!Willow, Spike
Rating: PG-13
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.
Summary: At the start of Becoming, Angelus captures Willow and Xander. Everything changes.
Notes: Written for a prompt from one of the prompt tables at bad_swa: moonlight
Notes: Assorted bits of dialog from Becoming, Part 2
“Find him,” Angelus shouted back as he stormed to the mansion, not bothering to stay and make sure the minions did as he'd commanded. Drusilla, humming an old folk song about betrayal, stopped just inside the doorway, staring at Willow, who sat on a couch with the bloody sword Spike had thrown at her by her feet.
Angelus, the second bloody sword in hand, leveled it, pointing it straight at Willow's throat. “You let him get away.”
Dru's eyes lit up at the threat of violence.
“Sire,” Willow whispered.
Angelus pushed the sword into her neck, breaking skin. “He'll go to Buffy, and tell her where we are.”
Willow's smile was certain. “She'll kill him.” Angelus pulled the sword back an inch. “Buffy thinks Spike lied earlier, under your orders.”
“And why would she think that?” he asked.
“Buffy kills her best friend,” Willow replied. “I told her that's what you want.”
“She thinks I was using Spike to betray you?” Angelus lowered the sword. “Clever.”
Willow wiped a finger across her throat and looked at the blood a moment before, with a sensuous shift of her hips, holding it up to Angelus' lips. His gaze never left her eyes as he licked the blood off her finger. “Come then,” he said huskily as he pulled her toward the bedroom.
Willow didn't smile until she heard Dru, realizing she'd been left alone, gasp in dismay.
* * *
Peering out from behind the veil of shadows, Dru checked carefully to see if the moon was gone. You never could tell. Moonlight could be very tricky, leading you down twisting paths where even innocuous things like tiger lilies would bite and tear at your skin.
She stepped into the center of the room, still not sure it was safe, but the moon was gone, only she and the stars remained. She clapped her hands. “I know this next part. May I tell? Please?”
She waited until the stars had chimed one huge, harmonious chord of assent before continuing the tale. “I was standing just here, but the floor was pitching about like a boat in a storm and them, boom, down I fell. I picked up the wood which that nasty Willow had broken off the trellis, certain I'd need it, although I didn't know why. Then a moonbeam hit me, and suddenly I was standing in a crypt. Spike was there, and I was holding the wood to his chest.
Spike glanced down at the stake, which was pointed straight at his heart, and then caught Dru's avid gaze. He looked as determined as she'd ever seen him. “Go ahead then. If you hate me that much, just get it over with. Kill me.”
Dropping her hand to her side, but keeping firm hold of the wood, Dru leaned in to kiss him. “I could never hate you, my love.”
Spike brushed a hand over her hair. “Come with me then. Let's leave this place, just the two of us.”
“What about Daddy?”
“What about him? We've been without him for the better part of a century. Not like we've needed him. We can get by just fine without 'Gelus. It'll be just the two of us – the way it was meant to be.”
Knuckles whitening around the wood, Dru slammed the stake through his heart so quickly that Spike's eyes didn't even have a chance to widen before he was dust. “It was meant to be you, me, Daddy, and Grandmama, but now you've gone and spoiled it.”
Holding her hands up, Dru stared at them with an intense gaze. They were covered in dust. “Oh no, I've gotten myself dirty. Daddy will be terribly disappointed.” As she wiped her hands against each other, dust fell to the floor, billowing up at her feet like tiny clouds. “Get off,” Dru shrieked, rubbing her hand together, oblivious to the dust at her feet in her desperation get her hands clean. As she wiped her hands harder and faster, dropping more dust, the clouds grew, expanding upwards and outwards, until she couldn't see anything.
Dru reached out her hands, searching for something solid. “Spike,” she called out. “I've lost you Spike, and I need you to lead me home.”
“Why should I help you? Killed me, didn't you?” That couldn't be Spike, no matter how much it sounded like him. Spike would never deny her.
“Please Spike,” she screamed.
She heard a sigh, and then the voice said, “This way then. Come on.” The voice led her along, telling her to hurry before day began. She rushed as quickly as she could, trying not to get distracted by the bullfrogs croaking out a warning as they raced past, but still the sun was about to rise by the time she'd found the mansion. She'd lost the voice somewhere along the way, but that was all right because the clouds had vanished and she could see again.
“Bored now. What do we do all day?” Dru heard as she stepped in through the side door. Willow, sprawled out on a chair, her feet resting on the leather couch, wore nothing but Angelus' coat.
“We wait,” Dru replied, not happy with Daddy's newest Childe.
“Dru,” Angelus said, turning to her with a pleased smile. “You're late. Sun is almost up.” He sounded as if he were chiding her, and she tried not to be resentful. It was just his way caring for her.
“I still think we should move,” Willow said. “Her Childe,” she added dismissively, “knows where we are.”
“Spike isn't a threat,” Angelus said.
Dru trailed her hand over the wallpaper, feeling the bumpy patterns. “Naughty boys shan't have their supper.”
“Huh?” she heard from Willow's seat, but Daddy understood.
“What did you do?”
“Poof. One quick thrust and it's all dust to dust.” Dru replied.
“You killed him?” Angelus said in surprise. He wrapped his arms around her, trailing kisses over her hair. “We should celebrate.”
Willow stood, walking closer and closer until she'd disrupted their moment. “We should kill the Slayer.”
“And just how might we do that?” Angelus asked. His words were a gauntlet thrown down before her.
“Workmen dug up an artifact, outside of town. Something ancient. Something demonic. Giles has been translating the runes, and he's worried.”
Angelus let Dru go. “Did you look at the text? Could you write it out?”
“Yes,” Willow said with a sly smile.
“Dru, get me some paper,” he said, his gaze never leaving Willow.
When Dru brought the paper out, Willow all but snatched it from her hand and had printed out two rows of runes before Angelus stopped her. “Wait. These symbols here,” he said pointing to the paper. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Willow replied. “What does it say?”
“Acathala, Destroyer of Worlds.”
* * *
Angelus had Acathala, the demon that had been frozen to stone centuries ago, brought to the mansion, clearing away the furniture to make room for his ritual. The demon stood at the far end of the room, past the fireplace, while Willow and Dru waited inside the room, just past the hallway that led from the front door. The walls seemed to mirror the coldness emanating from Acathala so that the entire room felt like a freezer. Angelus had stepped into the shadows, primarily for dramatic effect as far as Willow could tell, until the minions brought the victim forward, hands bound behind his back, and dumped on the floor, about halfway between Willow and Dru but a few feet before them.
Angelus stepped toward his victim, chanting with each step, “I will drink. The blood will wash over me.” The boy glanced around, a few quick moves of his head that scanned the entire room, and then made a dash for the side door.
“Grab him!” Angelus' words echoed through the room, but Willow, who'd been wondering why there was nothing to keep the boy from running, was already on him. This plan was her idea, even if Angelus had taken it over, and she'd look weak if it failed. A kick sent the boy sprawling face first to the ground. Picking him up by the hair, she dragged him across the room and dumped him before Angelus.
“As I drink, the blood will wash in me,” Angelus started intoning. The boy stood, more slowly than before, and stepped to the center of the room in a fighting stance, ready to kick anyone that came near. “Nobody thought to secure this guy? Seriously?” Angelus shouted, stalking across the room. As the boy kicked at him, Angelous grabbed the foot and yanked it upwards, sending the boy sprawling to the ground. Blood pooled around his head. With a growl, Angelus bent over, sinking his teeth into the boy's neck, messily, tearing skin, allowing rivulets of blood to flow to the floor. Reaching down, Angelus placed one hand on the bloody neck. Without speaking, he stormed to the demon and grabbed the sword hilt jutting out from it's chest. While light twirled around the sword, Angelus fought to hold onto the hilt but, with a blinding flash, was thrown to the ground.
“Ooooh, this is very disappointing,” Dru wailed.
“Shut up, Dru,” Angelus shouted, throwing a vase at the wall. As its smashed, shards raining down onto the floor, he yelled, “I don't have time for your nonsense.”
He paced the room. “What went wrong? I had the blood, the sword.”
“I know someone we can ask,” Willow offered. Angelus stopped and stared. “Giles,” she added with a smirking glance toward Dru, who hadn't helped at all. “He's been a busy bee, researching Acathala. I'll bet he knows.”
* * *
“We have to act fast.”
“Typical Fledge,” Angelus said dismissively. “Always rushing in. You need to learn to take your time, get into the torture, stop and smell the roses. You're problem Willow is that you aren't willing to look for the elegant solution, something with grace and style.”
“There's elegant and then there's effective,” Willow replied. “You know how resourceful Buffy is. Do you want to restore Acathala or play with the Slayer?”
“She's not going anywhere.”
“She'll be here, faster than you can blink, now that you've got Acathala. You know how many apocalypses she's stopped. Hell, she even took out the Master after she'd been killed.”
Angelus bolted out of his seat. As he paced, Dru could see that Willow's words were changing his mind, and she felt sorry for him because she knew he so wanted to torture the Slayer.
“You're sure Giles will be going home this evening?” Angelus asked.
“After three days of research? It's a certainty. They'll be some tome he needs, or he'll want a break from Scooby bickering and make an excuse, or he'll want some special weapon for Buffy.”
“Pick him up.”
* * *
“Buffy,” Giles shouted before Willow slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Now, now,” Willow said, dragging him down the steps, away from his apartment and to the car, idling in wait with a minion at the wheel. “No need to break the Slayer's concentration. Can't you see she's busy?”
Buffy was busy. Out of the dozen minions Willow had brought with her, eight were left. The rest would be dead soon, but not quickly enough to save Giles.
Willow had been clever. Dru, watching from the shadows, had to give her that. The Slayer didn't need to die, she just had to be distracted long enough for Giles to be stowed away. As Willow shoved Giles into the trunk, Dru stepped into the fray, sword in hand, an ancient broadsword that looked too heavy for her delicate frame. Flickering the sword about as if it weighed no more than a feather, she'd beheaded two minions before Buffy realized she had help. It wouldn't be enough to allow Buffy to rescue Giles, which wasn't Dru's purpose, since the car was already pulling away, but it would allow Willow, who hadn't gotten into the car, to listen.
Dru carefully didn't look toward Willow's hiding place. It would defeat her purpose if Willow knew she was supposed to overhear. As Buffy killed the last minion, pulling the stake out before the vampire dusted, Dru held out the sword between them, in a defensive position, but didn't attack.
When Buffy glanced down the street, in the direction the car had vanished, Dru said, “You'll never find it now. If you want to save your Watcher, you'll have to work with me.”
“If you think I'm going to trust you, then you're more off your rocker than I know you are.”
“He'll be dead before you can find him,” Dru said.
“Why would you help me? No, this is another trick.” Buffy leaned toward the street, as if that would help her find Giles.
“Tit for tat. Scratching backs. You're the only one who can do it,” Dru replied.
“Do what?” Buffy asked.
“Kill Willow. I've seen it again and again. You're the one who kills her – whether she goes as dark as the void between the stars, or is injured in Twilight's battlefield with death a mercy, or lives for thousands of years, ruling queen of a great empire vaster than the sky – you are always the one.”
“And let me guess, you want her dead.”
“She let loose the dogs of war, trying to close the cage in tight around me, turning Daddy against me. I'm merely responding in kind, but I can't kill her myself. It has to be you,” Dru said.
“Let loose the dogs of war?” Buffy asked. “Wait, are you saying she started it? What are you, six?”
“Do my motivations matter that much to you? You need me as much as I need you. The Watcher is already in Daddy's hands. Soon the screaming will start.”
“Fine, I'm in, but you're going to tell me where first,” Buffy replied.
“There's a mansion on Crawford Street, a home abandoned for decades after a pair of Gnorash demons ritually murdered the family, although why that would bother anyone on the Hellmouth I don't know.” Dru smiled as she heard Willow's footsteps racing down the street, heading after the car. Everything was going exactly as she'd planned.
“And that hell-sucky demon is there too?” Buffy asked.
Dru frowned. This wasn't supposed to have anything to do with Acathala. “I don't see,” she started to say.
“Just tell me,” Buffy ordered.
“Yes,” Dru said, too confused by the turn of events to think of lying.
“I'll meet you there,” Buffy shouted, dashing toward the stairs.
“But Daddy's already torturing him,” Dru called out. “Once he finds out how to awaken Acathala, he'll kill your Watcher.”
“That's why I have to destroy the demon.”
“But it's not alive, not really. You can't kill a stone,” Dru said.
“Stone shatters.”
As Buffy sprinted up the stairs and kicked in a door, Dru wondered what she had meant. “Oh, Daddy's not going to like this, not at all.” She ran off toward the mansion.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: In this part, Dru, Angelus, vamp!Willow, Spike
Rating: PG-13
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.
Summary: At the start of Becoming, Angelus captures Willow and Xander. Everything changes.
Notes: Written for a prompt from one of the prompt tables at bad_swa: moonlight
Notes: Assorted bits of dialog from Becoming, Part 2
“Find him,” Angelus shouted back as he stormed to the mansion, not bothering to stay and make sure the minions did as he'd commanded. Drusilla, humming an old folk song about betrayal, stopped just inside the doorway, staring at Willow, who sat on a couch with the bloody sword Spike had thrown at her by her feet.
Angelus, the second bloody sword in hand, leveled it, pointing it straight at Willow's throat. “You let him get away.”
Dru's eyes lit up at the threat of violence.
“Sire,” Willow whispered.
Angelus pushed the sword into her neck, breaking skin. “He'll go to Buffy, and tell her where we are.”
Willow's smile was certain. “She'll kill him.” Angelus pulled the sword back an inch. “Buffy thinks Spike lied earlier, under your orders.”
“And why would she think that?” he asked.
“Buffy kills her best friend,” Willow replied. “I told her that's what you want.”
“She thinks I was using Spike to betray you?” Angelus lowered the sword. “Clever.”
Willow wiped a finger across her throat and looked at the blood a moment before, with a sensuous shift of her hips, holding it up to Angelus' lips. His gaze never left her eyes as he licked the blood off her finger. “Come then,” he said huskily as he pulled her toward the bedroom.
Willow didn't smile until she heard Dru, realizing she'd been left alone, gasp in dismay.
* * *
Peering out from behind the veil of shadows, Dru checked carefully to see if the moon was gone. You never could tell. Moonlight could be very tricky, leading you down twisting paths where even innocuous things like tiger lilies would bite and tear at your skin.
She stepped into the center of the room, still not sure it was safe, but the moon was gone, only she and the stars remained. She clapped her hands. “I know this next part. May I tell? Please?”
She waited until the stars had chimed one huge, harmonious chord of assent before continuing the tale. “I was standing just here, but the floor was pitching about like a boat in a storm and them, boom, down I fell. I picked up the wood which that nasty Willow had broken off the trellis, certain I'd need it, although I didn't know why. Then a moonbeam hit me, and suddenly I was standing in a crypt. Spike was there, and I was holding the wood to his chest.
Spike glanced down at the stake, which was pointed straight at his heart, and then caught Dru's avid gaze. He looked as determined as she'd ever seen him. “Go ahead then. If you hate me that much, just get it over with. Kill me.”
Dropping her hand to her side, but keeping firm hold of the wood, Dru leaned in to kiss him. “I could never hate you, my love.”
Spike brushed a hand over her hair. “Come with me then. Let's leave this place, just the two of us.”
“What about Daddy?”
“What about him? We've been without him for the better part of a century. Not like we've needed him. We can get by just fine without 'Gelus. It'll be just the two of us – the way it was meant to be.”
Knuckles whitening around the wood, Dru slammed the stake through his heart so quickly that Spike's eyes didn't even have a chance to widen before he was dust. “It was meant to be you, me, Daddy, and Grandmama, but now you've gone and spoiled it.”
Holding her hands up, Dru stared at them with an intense gaze. They were covered in dust. “Oh no, I've gotten myself dirty. Daddy will be terribly disappointed.” As she wiped her hands against each other, dust fell to the floor, billowing up at her feet like tiny clouds. “Get off,” Dru shrieked, rubbing her hand together, oblivious to the dust at her feet in her desperation get her hands clean. As she wiped her hands harder and faster, dropping more dust, the clouds grew, expanding upwards and outwards, until she couldn't see anything.
Dru reached out her hands, searching for something solid. “Spike,” she called out. “I've lost you Spike, and I need you to lead me home.”
“Why should I help you? Killed me, didn't you?” That couldn't be Spike, no matter how much it sounded like him. Spike would never deny her.
“Please Spike,” she screamed.
She heard a sigh, and then the voice said, “This way then. Come on.” The voice led her along, telling her to hurry before day began. She rushed as quickly as she could, trying not to get distracted by the bullfrogs croaking out a warning as they raced past, but still the sun was about to rise by the time she'd found the mansion. She'd lost the voice somewhere along the way, but that was all right because the clouds had vanished and she could see again.
“Bored now. What do we do all day?” Dru heard as she stepped in through the side door. Willow, sprawled out on a chair, her feet resting on the leather couch, wore nothing but Angelus' coat.
“We wait,” Dru replied, not happy with Daddy's newest Childe.
“Dru,” Angelus said, turning to her with a pleased smile. “You're late. Sun is almost up.” He sounded as if he were chiding her, and she tried not to be resentful. It was just his way caring for her.
“I still think we should move,” Willow said. “Her Childe,” she added dismissively, “knows where we are.”
“Spike isn't a threat,” Angelus said.
Dru trailed her hand over the wallpaper, feeling the bumpy patterns. “Naughty boys shan't have their supper.”
“Huh?” she heard from Willow's seat, but Daddy understood.
“What did you do?”
“Poof. One quick thrust and it's all dust to dust.” Dru replied.
“You killed him?” Angelus said in surprise. He wrapped his arms around her, trailing kisses over her hair. “We should celebrate.”
Willow stood, walking closer and closer until she'd disrupted their moment. “We should kill the Slayer.”
“And just how might we do that?” Angelus asked. His words were a gauntlet thrown down before her.
“Workmen dug up an artifact, outside of town. Something ancient. Something demonic. Giles has been translating the runes, and he's worried.”
Angelus let Dru go. “Did you look at the text? Could you write it out?”
“Yes,” Willow said with a sly smile.
“Dru, get me some paper,” he said, his gaze never leaving Willow.
When Dru brought the paper out, Willow all but snatched it from her hand and had printed out two rows of runes before Angelus stopped her. “Wait. These symbols here,” he said pointing to the paper. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Willow replied. “What does it say?”
“Acathala, Destroyer of Worlds.”
* * *
Angelus had Acathala, the demon that had been frozen to stone centuries ago, brought to the mansion, clearing away the furniture to make room for his ritual. The demon stood at the far end of the room, past the fireplace, while Willow and Dru waited inside the room, just past the hallway that led from the front door. The walls seemed to mirror the coldness emanating from Acathala so that the entire room felt like a freezer. Angelus had stepped into the shadows, primarily for dramatic effect as far as Willow could tell, until the minions brought the victim forward, hands bound behind his back, and dumped on the floor, about halfway between Willow and Dru but a few feet before them.
Angelus stepped toward his victim, chanting with each step, “I will drink. The blood will wash over me.” The boy glanced around, a few quick moves of his head that scanned the entire room, and then made a dash for the side door.
“Grab him!” Angelus' words echoed through the room, but Willow, who'd been wondering why there was nothing to keep the boy from running, was already on him. This plan was her idea, even if Angelus had taken it over, and she'd look weak if it failed. A kick sent the boy sprawling face first to the ground. Picking him up by the hair, she dragged him across the room and dumped him before Angelus.
“As I drink, the blood will wash in me,” Angelus started intoning. The boy stood, more slowly than before, and stepped to the center of the room in a fighting stance, ready to kick anyone that came near. “Nobody thought to secure this guy? Seriously?” Angelus shouted, stalking across the room. As the boy kicked at him, Angelous grabbed the foot and yanked it upwards, sending the boy sprawling to the ground. Blood pooled around his head. With a growl, Angelus bent over, sinking his teeth into the boy's neck, messily, tearing skin, allowing rivulets of blood to flow to the floor. Reaching down, Angelus placed one hand on the bloody neck. Without speaking, he stormed to the demon and grabbed the sword hilt jutting out from it's chest. While light twirled around the sword, Angelus fought to hold onto the hilt but, with a blinding flash, was thrown to the ground.
“Ooooh, this is very disappointing,” Dru wailed.
“Shut up, Dru,” Angelus shouted, throwing a vase at the wall. As its smashed, shards raining down onto the floor, he yelled, “I don't have time for your nonsense.”
He paced the room. “What went wrong? I had the blood, the sword.”
“I know someone we can ask,” Willow offered. Angelus stopped and stared. “Giles,” she added with a smirking glance toward Dru, who hadn't helped at all. “He's been a busy bee, researching Acathala. I'll bet he knows.”
* * *
“We have to act fast.”
“Typical Fledge,” Angelus said dismissively. “Always rushing in. You need to learn to take your time, get into the torture, stop and smell the roses. You're problem Willow is that you aren't willing to look for the elegant solution, something with grace and style.”
“There's elegant and then there's effective,” Willow replied. “You know how resourceful Buffy is. Do you want to restore Acathala or play with the Slayer?”
“She's not going anywhere.”
“She'll be here, faster than you can blink, now that you've got Acathala. You know how many apocalypses she's stopped. Hell, she even took out the Master after she'd been killed.”
Angelus bolted out of his seat. As he paced, Dru could see that Willow's words were changing his mind, and she felt sorry for him because she knew he so wanted to torture the Slayer.
“You're sure Giles will be going home this evening?” Angelus asked.
“After three days of research? It's a certainty. They'll be some tome he needs, or he'll want a break from Scooby bickering and make an excuse, or he'll want some special weapon for Buffy.”
“Pick him up.”
* * *
“Buffy,” Giles shouted before Willow slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Now, now,” Willow said, dragging him down the steps, away from his apartment and to the car, idling in wait with a minion at the wheel. “No need to break the Slayer's concentration. Can't you see she's busy?”
Buffy was busy. Out of the dozen minions Willow had brought with her, eight were left. The rest would be dead soon, but not quickly enough to save Giles.
Willow had been clever. Dru, watching from the shadows, had to give her that. The Slayer didn't need to die, she just had to be distracted long enough for Giles to be stowed away. As Willow shoved Giles into the trunk, Dru stepped into the fray, sword in hand, an ancient broadsword that looked too heavy for her delicate frame. Flickering the sword about as if it weighed no more than a feather, she'd beheaded two minions before Buffy realized she had help. It wouldn't be enough to allow Buffy to rescue Giles, which wasn't Dru's purpose, since the car was already pulling away, but it would allow Willow, who hadn't gotten into the car, to listen.
Dru carefully didn't look toward Willow's hiding place. It would defeat her purpose if Willow knew she was supposed to overhear. As Buffy killed the last minion, pulling the stake out before the vampire dusted, Dru held out the sword between them, in a defensive position, but didn't attack.
When Buffy glanced down the street, in the direction the car had vanished, Dru said, “You'll never find it now. If you want to save your Watcher, you'll have to work with me.”
“If you think I'm going to trust you, then you're more off your rocker than I know you are.”
“He'll be dead before you can find him,” Dru said.
“Why would you help me? No, this is another trick.” Buffy leaned toward the street, as if that would help her find Giles.
“Tit for tat. Scratching backs. You're the only one who can do it,” Dru replied.
“Do what?” Buffy asked.
“Kill Willow. I've seen it again and again. You're the one who kills her – whether she goes as dark as the void between the stars, or is injured in Twilight's battlefield with death a mercy, or lives for thousands of years, ruling queen of a great empire vaster than the sky – you are always the one.”
“And let me guess, you want her dead.”
“She let loose the dogs of war, trying to close the cage in tight around me, turning Daddy against me. I'm merely responding in kind, but I can't kill her myself. It has to be you,” Dru said.
“Let loose the dogs of war?” Buffy asked. “Wait, are you saying she started it? What are you, six?”
“Do my motivations matter that much to you? You need me as much as I need you. The Watcher is already in Daddy's hands. Soon the screaming will start.”
“Fine, I'm in, but you're going to tell me where first,” Buffy replied.
“There's a mansion on Crawford Street, a home abandoned for decades after a pair of Gnorash demons ritually murdered the family, although why that would bother anyone on the Hellmouth I don't know.” Dru smiled as she heard Willow's footsteps racing down the street, heading after the car. Everything was going exactly as she'd planned.
“And that hell-sucky demon is there too?” Buffy asked.
Dru frowned. This wasn't supposed to have anything to do with Acathala. “I don't see,” she started to say.
“Just tell me,” Buffy ordered.
“Yes,” Dru said, too confused by the turn of events to think of lying.
“I'll meet you there,” Buffy shouted, dashing toward the stairs.
“But Daddy's already torturing him,” Dru called out. “Once he finds out how to awaken Acathala, he'll kill your Watcher.”
“That's why I have to destroy the demon.”
“But it's not alive, not really. You can't kill a stone,” Dru said.
“Stone shatters.”
As Buffy sprinted up the stairs and kicked in a door, Dru wondered what she had meant. “Oh, Daddy's not going to like this, not at all.” She ran off toward the mansion.