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It's been two years.

Two years, three months, one week and six days since Dru and I left Sunnydale.

I dream about Sunnydale sometimes. My Sire and I walking along the streets, killing and playing, fucking in the blood of the dead. Coming across the Slayer, gripping her blond hair in my fist, twisting her head just enough to expose the length of her neck, sinking my fangs in the smooth expanse of skin, growing hard as her blood flows into my mouth. . .dropping her dead body and grabbing my Sire, my Dru, my moon and stars - grabbing my lover and kissing her hard, sharing the blood with her, pushing her down and pounding into her.

I'm sitting in our room, watching my life. She's on the balcony of our apartment, cooing to the stars. We live in Paris, having obtained a great little one-bedroom apartment from some careless owners that were unfortunate enough to meet the sharp end of our fangs. She *loves* Paris, loves the French cuisine, loves the Eiffel Tower.

When she told me she wanted to settle in Paris, when she promised if I let the two of us live there, she'd please me until my eyes rolled back in my head and I *exploded* like I've never cum before, I told her that was fine with me. I didn't care were we lived, as long as I was with her. She is everything to me, everything I never had, everything I *would* have for eternity.

Dru is dark and beautiful, dangerous and playful. She is so many things, she has so many facets. . .I've seen her go from being a playful little girl to a dangerous killing animal all within the span of a moment, and it is *amazing*. When she turns her dark eyes to me, when she pouts and says she wants me to hold her, I do. I do it all, I do everything and *anything* she asks of me.

"Kitten," she purrs, gliding back into the bedroom. "Kitten, the stars have whispered such *naughty* things to me. . ." She sits in my lap, straddling me, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"What did they say, Dru?" I ask. I've taken the role of the man in the relationship, taking care of her, doting on her, giving her everything she wants. She likes that, she likes to give control to someone, and she always whispers in the day that I do such a wonderful job at being her man, her lover, her life.

"The stars say that we are supposed to go back to the mouth of Hell." She giggles slightly.

I tilt my head, surprised. I knew we'd go back to Sunnydale eventually - I did promise Spike we'd be back - but I didn't think it would be this soon. "We are going back to Sunnydale, Precious? Why?"

"The stars say that Spikey is *obsessed*, that he doesn't want the nasty Slayer anymore, that he wants *you*."

I raise an eyebrow. "Just me, Dru?"

She giggles again, licking me slowly along my neck, causing me to shudder underneath her. "He wants me too, Kitten. He wants both of us, but it's you that he *burns* for, it's *you* that haunts his dreams. He wants to break you, mold you into what he thinks you should be."

I grip her hair tightly and pull her head away. She smiles coyly, her dark eyes filling with desire. She *loves* when I'm rough, when I let my demon out, when I 'punish' her. "I *like* who I am, Precious. I am *yours*."

"But I want to share," she pouts. "I want you to belong to both Spikey *and* me. He won't push me away when we go get him, we will be a family. I will be the mommy, and you both will belong to me."

I relax slightly. Even though I've dreamed about him, about taking his cock in my mouth, feeling him press it against my ass, I am *loyal* to my Dru. I would dust him without even thinking about it if he tried to take me away from her. "The three of us?" I ask.

She nods, snapping her now extended fangs at me. I shiver slightly, wanting those fangs to be in my skin, drinking from me. "Please, Xander? Can we go home?"

She only calls me 'Xander' when she really *really* wants something she's scared I won't give her.

I smile. "I guess we should pack, Precious."

~*~

They have no clue we are in town, that we've been in town for two weeks. Dru and I moved back into the mansion, quietly taking the vampire population over, but not letting any of the minions breath a *word* as to who we were to anyone. I knew that if Willy found out, then the Slayer would know, and I wasn't ready for her to know yet.

I want to get Spike away from the Scooby Gang before they know we are here.

Dru and I have been watching them. They aren't the same as they were before. Riley is still there, as is Tara. Buffy and Willow stay attached to the side of their lovers, and there doesn't seem to be much interaction between the two couples. Anya still fights with them, hanging in the back of the group with Spike. Buffy leads the group, Spike takes up the rear. The two witches are in the middle, being sheltered from the evil that stalks the innocent in Sunnydale.

"Tonight?" Dru asks, turning to me.

I smile, nodding. She has an plan to get Spike to come to us, a plan that the stars says will work. We are to go back to his crypt and wait. Eventually he will come home, eventually, he will need to seek shelter, and we will be there, waiting for him.

He's still in the same crypt he was when I was embraced. Harmony is long gone - whether she was dusted, or Spike just got tired of her and kicked her out, I don't know, nor do I care. I would dust her if she were still there, knowing that she would just get in the way of claiming the blond, of bringing him into our family.

We decide it's the moment to go back to his crypt and wait.

*****
tbc...