| Xander pointed to one screen. "There, in that elevator," he said. They all looked at the monitor. Drusilla held tightly to Dawn, her hand clenched around her neck. The vampire looked straight into the camera and waved hello. Aurelius growled. "We need to distract her attention," he said. "We need to get her away from Dawn." "We could get Spike," suggested Angel. "He's the reason Dru's here in the first place. And we have to tell Buffy. Her sister is in danger; she has a right to know." "No," said Willow firmly. "I don't want to upset Buffy. She doesn't need any surprises. She needs to stay calm and relaxed for the baby's sake." "What baby?" asked Cordelia. "Look, Cordy," said Xander in exasperation. "Obviously Spike and Buffy didn't want the two of you in the loop. Just go home." "Thanks for telling us about Drusilla," said Willow earnestly. "But let us handle it. We're the Scoobies. This is our fight, not yours." "Drusilla is mine to deal with," said Aurelius angrily. He stalked from the room. Xander and Willow exchanged a look and ran after him. "Well, that's gratitude for you," said Cordelia. Angel looked at her and stormed out. "Guess we're not going home yet," she said, and followed him. Giles and Anya walked into his hotel room. "Wow, this is a very small room," she said as she looked around. The room was furnished in green tones, and held a bedroom set with a king sized bed and an armoire with a television. "Not all of us can stay up in the penthouse," he said with a smile. She flopped down on his bed. "I'm yours until four o'clock," she said. "What do you want to do?" He put down the crumpled paper bag he carried and grabbed a briefcase. "I printed out some information on antiquarian book dealers in Las Vegas," he said as he pulled out a handful of papers. "That could be fun, I guess," she said with a smile. He pulled out some more papers and looked at them. "We could go downstairs and take in an exhibit of paintings by the Old Masters. I hear it's an amazing collection." "Art appreciation day, that's fine too," she said. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. He closed his briefcase and set down his glasses on top of it. He sat down next to her and put his hand up her shirt. Gently, he stroked the soft skin of her belly. "We could make love some more, and I could make you scream my name," he said hoarsely. "Oh, Giles," she said softly, as he undid the buttons of her blouse. Drusilla exited the elevator and walked across the lobby. She held Dawn's unconscious body in her arms. "Stall her, Aurelius," said Willow. "I'll have Tara do the summoning right now." She took off with Xander close behind. Aurelius stalked up to Drusilla. "My emperor," she whispered, as she gazed at him with adoration. "Why do you all want humans?" she asked him plaintively. "Why do all my lovely boys chase after silly warm girls?" She looked at him. "Am I not a princess?" "You are beauty eternal, Drusilla," he said seductively. He held out his hand to her. "Just give me the girl, and we shall hunt the night together once again." She pressed Dawn closer to her. "She is my present, Marcus. She is my lovely surprise, the one who will bring me love." Spike held Buffy in his arms as she slept. Her face was still flushed from their lovemaking. He ran his hands lovingly over her abdomen and kissed her gently on the neck. An insistent pounding filled the room. The vampire frowned as he extricated his fianc�e from his arms and pulled on a pair of pants. He opened the door, and looked into the face of Angel. Willow and Xander knocked at Tara's door. The sleepy looking blonde answered and they entered the suite. "Tara, you have to do a spell," said the redhead earnestly. "I can't, Will. There's no way." Tara yawned. "I'm all tapped out from the spell yesterday and I didn't get any sleep." "Drusilla is here and she has Dawn," said Willow in a panic. "She'll kill her if we don't do something." Tara was stunned. "But I can't do magick now. There's no way." Willow turned and looked at Xander. "It has to be me then. I have to do it." He nodded at her in understanding. |
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