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[spike_bcd]

Spike rolls over in his box. He doesnt want to sleep, too dangerous, but he's too weak not to and as he does he dreams...
He sees Drusilla coming surrounded by the monsters of the house, but even as he wants to warn her, he finds himself incapable of speaking.sp

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Drusilla picks up the little tin knight, and stares hard at him for a while.

She's sure it's Spike, but he's so quiet. Her boy was never this quiet.

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The demons try to hurt Drusilla, but they pass right through her. Spike sees the fires burning and one of the demons grabs him and starts playing with him on the floor, while the other three smile and look bemused.
All their faces change to those of something vageuly dragonlike.

And Spike wished he could shudder as the child/demon brings him to his lips.
He's suddenly standing in front of an army of toys, all of them busily playing at being lawyers while the child/demon looks down upon them, intervening when he feels like doing so.

One of the other demon gives him a lolly pop, it's screaming and shaped like a child but the child/demon doesn't care, he brings it to Spike's lips. And unable to move, Spike can't help taste the sweet sense of innocence.

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Drusilla frowns as the scene changes. She doesn't like this. She doesn't like seeing this.

My Spike? William?

She wants to reach out, but every time she does, it's as though she's being moved away. Controlled.

It isn't safe here.

[spike_bcd]

There's a musicbox right in front of Drusilla, one she's able to touch. She reaches behind it and winds it up. As he sees her do this, for a moment Spike's able to move. He takes a few steps forward, but is frozen once again as the musix box stops.

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Drusilla sits down, and pulls the musicbox into her lap. She winds it up -- more this time.

My Spike? Her voice is hesitant. He's the only familiar feeling in this place, and she doesn't want to wake without knowing why.

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Princess
*They touch and it's like lightening, softening the fire and making everything else feel remote.

He can't help himself and falls down in her lap, needing comfort and kindness and finding it in his sire's touch.*

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Drusilla almost sobs with relief and lifts the tiny little version of her precious Spike, hugging him to her breast.

Found you.

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*It feels like coming home and Spike can't help himself from sobbing as if he's finally able to do so.*
Help them
*is all he can say. And as he does the kitchen seems fuller, children waiting nakedly, held down and hurting. Poked with cattle prods and forks as they wait for the slaughter.

A little girl starts crying along with Spike and that's when he wakes up in his box to see a little girl tied down at Hart's feet. She's barely six.

A man is standing behind her.
"I give here my offering for the fourth term as head of the Moscow division. My youngest child. May she please you."
Hart simply smiles and accepts the leash as her father gives it to him. The man backs away and the little girl tries to yell after him, begging for her papa to come back.

Hart drags her towards him by the leash. Then he lets it dissapear, allowing the girl to run free range like all the children in the house. Spike only fears for her more as he does so and his heart bleeds as he sees her try to run.

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Drusilla goes to reply, and then he's torn away from her -- she sees, so vaguely through his eyes...

And what she sees horrifies her.

Drusilla wakes up screaming.