I was so confused to see Lj still up. BUt hen I realised it was probably at a different time that it was going down. I'm feelinga little better this morning, not coughing as much, so thats a plus.

Title: Caught part 3/?

Summary: Continues where part two left off. Drusilla returns home with a present for Xander.

Rating: Pg-13, since it’s a tad scary, some violence, and implied captivity.

Pairing: Xander/Drusilla.

Xander opened his eyes to find Drusilla sitting next to him on the bed. She was stroking his hair, and looking pleased with herself.

“Smooth away time,” she whispered. Xander tried to sit up but Drusilla pushed him gently back to the bed.

“Mummy has come home, and brought you a special treat.”

She kissed with a need that still surprised Xander.

“What did you bring me?” he asked somewhat fearfully.

She pointed with her hand. There was a new addition to the room, a small wobbly wooden table, and balanced precariously on top was a small TV. She looked at him expectantly and Xander tried to find an appropriate response. He knew that she meant well, but without any cords the TV was useless.

“Thank you Dru, that’s very good of you.’
”Turn the box on, I want to see the little people in it.”

“I can’t.”
”Why not?” she demanded.

“There’s no power.”
Her eyes flashed amber and a in a blur of movement she hit he table hard, causing it to collapse. Some wood splintered off, cutting her hand. He watched her begin licking the wound and wished she’d stop.

“I give bad present!” she was practically weeping.

“No Dru, it was a good try. We can fix it.”
She looked at him in childlike wonder. It gave him goose bumps to see such an expression on her vampire face. Because her demon was still showing.

“Really?”
”Yes. If you get me a hammer and nails, I can fix the table. As for the TV, we just need the right cables.”

“Oh good.” She clapped her hands and then lifted Xander off the bed. They were twirling for lack of a better word, whirling in place, although Xander felt certain real men did not twirl. Suddenly he felt really dizzy. Abruptly Drusilla set him down on the edge of the bed. He was breathing heavily, staring at her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Why me?”

Drusilla looked startled. “Time whispers on, and the puppet wants to be a man.”
”I’m serious Dru, of all the people in Sunnydale, why’d you…pick me?”
He’d almost used another word, a more accurate word, bound to anger her. He’d almost asked why she kidnapped him.

For a long moment she didn’t answer, and Xander was afraid that she was angry with him. At last her face softened back to her human guise, and she cradled him carefully in her arms.

“Because the pixies whispered it. Now, no more questions my boy, not tonight.”
Xander nodded, he didn’t want to push his luck. She kissed him again, and he kissed her back eagerly. She moved him on the bed, so that there was room for her to lay on top of him.

“I like the sound of your heart Xander.”
”Then you’ll let me keep it?” he asked, only half joking.

“Unless the pixies say otherwise.”

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Hours later their clothes were in a ragged pile on the floor. Xander was tired, but it was good kind of tired. He ran a hand slowly down Drusilla’s back, amazed at his own daring. She didn’t usually stay long after she’d gotten what she wanted. Not that he hadn’t wanted it too, because there was definite wanting on his part. He didn’t say anything, afraid to scare her away. Unfortunately, his stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. Instantly alert Drusilla stood up, and looked worried.

“My boy is hungry, I shall get him food.”

And with those parting words she disappeared again.

Well, I decided that since some of my friends use IJ, to give it a try. This journal will likely be flocked, because thats what I am comfortable doing. I am however open to making new friends. If you want to be friends, comment here, and likely I will add you. Have a great day.