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Can you hear that, Miss Edith? Someone's talking to us.
Hear them whispering. Such serious little whispers. Such serious little faces.
We're listening.
Hear them whispering. Such serious little whispers. Such serious little faces.
We're listening.
Of course there's always the chance you're not _my_ Dru. I've met some other people out here who look like people I know but they're not. There are some blokes who look like Angelus, but they've got... *grimaces and looks very uncomfortable before muttering* _souls_.
I even met somebody who looked like me.
I'm not going barmy, am I luv?
...Well at least if I've gone round the bend I suppose we can be barmy together.
-Spike (1883)
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And I'm always your Dru. Even when you don't want me. Even when the moon is turning to ashes.
They aren't Angelus. You've met the Angel beast. Daddy's gone now. The soul has swallowed him all up. The soul and the Slayer.
No. Close your eyes. Don't look. Don't look! You don't have to see. You don't want to see.
Together?
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And we'll together in that little cottage you want, with the roses climbing the walls and the skulls lining the garden path, remember how we tell each other stories, sweetheart? The moon's not going to turn to ashes. It'll be a big, full moon, full of blood, all for us!
Angelus isn't going to have a soul, princess. What would he do with a soul? That must be some other Angelus. From another world, like. Don't you worry, Dru, _our_ Angelus is too clever for anything like that.
Angelus, with a Slayer? You're having me on, now.
But when I'm bigger, I'm going to get a Slayer for you, Dru. We'll mount her head on the wall like a trophy.
Yeh, darling, me and you, together forever and ever.
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He didn't want it. They infected him.
So many worlds. They're all mixing together. Like a crack in a window. Splintering. I can't see properly anymore.
Not Angelus. Not Daddy. Angel.
Oh, yes! Kill her! She'd make a beautiful trophy. We'd have to take out her eyes, though. I don't like her eyes. I can still see them. Looking at me. Looking at you. I wanted to kill her myself, but I was all broken.
Cross your heart?
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Sure I'll kill her for you Dru. And we'll take her eyes right out. We'll throw 'em out for the crows to eat, and fill up the sockets with flowers all for you. Cos you're my princess and you'll be my Queen. Tell you what, Dru, I'll let you be the one to cut off her head!
Cos that's what wicked Queens do, right? Of course you're too much of a lady to _shout_ 'Off with her head'- you'll not have to say anything to her at all. Just give her a good whack with a nice sharp broadsword!
And then thump- roll, no more Slayer!
And as for your Angelus... cos I'm almost certain he can't be _mine_... well, we'll find a way to fix him as well. Get rid of the stinking soul and then think how grateful he'll be. We'll be heroes, Dru!
I cross my heart and hope to die, princess.
You can depend on me.
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My shining silver knight.
Would you like him to be yours?
We'll be like a proper family again. Grandmummy will be ever so happy.
I've missed you.
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...Mine? Well... he couldn't be _mine_, Dru. My Angelus is...
I spose he _could_ be mine. After all, I'll have rescued him, right? And I bet Angelus wouldn't mind having him around, so long as he did as we said.
Of course, we couldn't very well call him Angelus.
What would you want to name him, princess? He'd be ours. Mine and yours. And we'd take care of him and keep him in line. Punish him when he's bad and all, like.
We might have to teach him to be a proper vampire again.
And yeh, Darla can help too. What'll we call the nipper, then?
You don't need to miss me, princess, I'm right here.
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Yes, punish him when he’s naughty. You’ll be a good Daddy. A good teacher.
What about Vigeous? So he can remember.
I know. But weren’t. It doesn't matter. It's all blowing away. Like a tumbleweed.
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