Inell's Fanfiction Archive

JULY 1999

Willow tried to sleep. It had been a week since she and Spike had discovered Drusilla missing. Max was looking, but so far had come up empty handed. She and Spike were doing good. He had taken her out to eat the night before and then to a movie. Who would have guess that she would be dating Spike when she left Sunnydale? Certainly not her. She knew he was worried about Dru, but not as much as she was. She couldn't even explain why she felt the way she did. She had never really even seen the female vampire, except when she was trying to kill her. Yet, she had this driving need to find her and make sure she was ok. She felt Spike moving in his sleep. His arm went around her waist, holding her possessively. She liked to wake up in his arms. That was probably the thing she liked best about being with him. She felt safe, protected. He had moved his belongings into her room soon after their relationship had moved to the next step. She liked sharing her life with him. Liked seeing his clothes beside hers in the closet. Liked the smell of him around her as she slept.

Her eyes moved to the doll, Miss Edith. She smiled slightly. That doll disturbed her for some unknown reason, yet it also was rather comforting. She wondering if that was how Drusilla regarded it. She reached for it on the nightstand, careful not to disturb Spike. She ran her fingers over the doll's face, touching the delicate material of the dress it wore. She found herself looking into its eyes. Her gaze grew heavy as sleep overcame her.

She was dreaming. She was on a path in a park. Flowers lined the walkway. Their scent assaulted her senses. The moon was above her. People walked along, talking quietly. She continued walking. Soon, she came to a clearing and a bench. She moved to sit. She let her head fall back as she looked at the stars. They were lovely, shining bright. Somehow she knew that she did this often. It was so peaceful here. She blocked out the noise of the passing crowds....forgot about her family...forgot everything except the stars. She felt eyes on her, watching. She tried to ignore the feeling but it became unnerving. She sat up and looked around, trying to find someone. Where was he? She knew it had to be him. She had seen him following her for the last week. There he was, hidden in the shadows. An attractive man, dark hair, brown eyes. He was alone. Sometimes she had seen him with another man. This one with piercing blue eyes and light brown unruly hair. That one made her smile. He was very animated. Always talking with his hands. This one disturbed her. She didn't like the way he smiled. She also didn't like the look in his eyes....like he owned her and was just waiting to collect. Fighting a chill, she pulled her coat around her and stood. He had ruined the night for her.

Willow moaned in her sleep. She didn't understand what she was dreaming. It was odd. She didn't feel like herself. She had felt like she watching someone else's vision. She now felt herself coming forward. She looked down and saw an unfamiliar body. She was taller...her chest bigger....she looked at her slim arms....her hands...none of it was her. Startled, she stopped walking. She felt a fight for control of the body. She reached up and brought a lock of hair into her view. It was dark brown and curled slightly at the end. She heard a twig snap and looked up. Her brown eyes widening as she saw the man from the shadows step onto the path. Angelus...

Willow finally understood. Somehow, she was in Drusilla's memories. Things suddenly shifted. Images started flying at her. She saw herself, as Drusilla, discovering her parents dead, brutally murdered. Her pet dog butchered, his heart left on her window sill. She saw the confusing images of past and future. She saw more bodies, all friends and family. Angelus had begun his courtship. She saw herself running to the church, asking for help. She saw the looks from other people. All looking at her like she was crazy. Saying she was crazy. Believing that she may have done those terrible things to her family....her friends. She felt the breaking of her mind as all hope seemed lost. She saw herself taking her vows....then she saw her death. She felt the emotions that Angelus brought out in her, after her death. She could feel herself retreating back to her childhood, when she was still innocent and things were bathed in bright lights. She saw herself killing nameless, faceless people. She saw Angelus inflict such pain and torture on those around him...those he claimed to love. She felt the terrible visions of the future....she saw Angelus leave and another take his place. This one kinder, more gentle. She refused to leave the place in her mind, even for him. She was safe there. No one could harm her unless she allowed it. She saw herself almost die. She saw her gentle lover risk his own life for her. She felt the emotions that he brought out. She tried to be what he wanted her to be, but knew that he was disappointed. She felt the unease as Angelus once again took her. She felt the need to please him, even at the expense of the one who loved her. She felt the loss when Angelus was lost and her lover betrayed them to their enemy. She saw the small room in London. She felt the fear and despair as she was hunted. She then saw the man as he came for her, having found her at last. Through it all, the stars still sang.

Willow woke up screaming. Her hands went to her head, trying to stop the images. The memories, so real they could have been her own. She felt Spike sit and take her in his arms. His hand gently stoking her hair. Soft words of reassurances. She pulled back and looked at him through tear soaked eyes. She brought a shaking hand up to his face, caressing his cheek...touching his hair.

"I like you better blond" she whispered.

Spike felt himself at a loss for words. He had been woken from a deep pleasant sleep by Willow's screams. It had taken him five minutes at least to wake her up from her dream. He was worried. Her eyes looked different, more knowledgable. What did she mean?

"I've always been blond luv."

She shook her head. "No....it used to be light brown....longer." Her eyes looked into the distance, remembering. "You never really loved her...you looked out for her....she loved you because you took care of her....cherished her....made her feel special....not like him." she spat the word in disgust. "He didn't love her. He just wanted to possess her."

Spike looked at her. "What happened? What are you talking about?"

Willow looked at him. She kissed him, letting her tongue enter his mouth then pulling back. She looked at the doll laying beside her. She reached down and picked it up.

"I know." she said simply.

"Pet, you're losing me here."

She slowly shook her head. "Sorry. It's confusing....I remember Drusilla's life."

"That's not possible luv."

"It is! Somehow, I did it. Maybe the doll....I don't know."

Spike kissed her on the top of the head. "It was just a dream."

Willow pulled back suddenly. "Oh my god...Spike! She's in danger. Someone is trying to kill her. She was so scared of him...of his power. She came here hoping that you would save her as you always had."

"Willow?" Spike said, starting to wonder if she was right.

"I know who has her. I saw his face. He was evil, Spike. So evil." She hugged him tightly, feeling his arms once against ease her fears. "We have to save her. She doesn't deserve to die....not like that."