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The sky’s colors shifted as nightfall fell over Los Angeles. The streets were of their normal melody, even after such a demon as Jasmine had been in town. Of course, everyone in Los Angeles seemed to shake it off as if it had been nothing. Who wouldn’t? It was different from any other demon—Jasmine, in their eyes had been sweet—a goddess, the answer to their prayers. She made them feel safe, happy. Everyone liked it. Except Angel Inc. But Jasmine was gone now—that was all that mattered, wasn’t it? The demoness was gone….

But another one was coming.

And this one was not into pretty pansy-like mind control.

* * *

“Pretty skies….the stars are shining so bright tonight! Oh how fun, I can sense my Angel….and he seems in pain. Just what I was looking for! Prague was rude! Bad! Bad! Hah….now I won’t be bored…pretty stars…”

Drusilla hummed a sweet tune lightly as she swayed her hips and made her way off of the boat. With a comical gesture, she wrinkled her nose as she passed the nearby ship with fish being exported from it. There was little remaining passengers on her ship—if they were somehow actually alive—they would be writhing in pain right now.

“Now…where are you Angel? I can sense you, smell you….my daddy, my family! You didn’t tell me about the fun little demon that came to town…now I want to party!”

Her mind seemed hidden in a black abyss of eternal oblivion, but Drusilla didn’t seem to care. She wanted to see Angel. News in the demon world traveled fast—and the news of Jasmine had interested her a great deal. How dare Angel not tell her! Now she wanted to scold the bad boy.

* * *

His dream haunts him…..tortures him. It frightens him.

Angel was walking in a fog-infested graveyard. There are daisies everywhere, and the full moon shines brightly across the night sky, illuminating the graveyard with an eerie glow. Not too far off a funeral is going on, with immense amounts of people hovering over the grave and weeping.

Who….is that?

Angel walks slowly over to the funeral area, and surprisingly was able to make his way past all the mourners. Slowly, he bends down on his knee and looked at the tombstone. He fell back in shock as he sees the name.

R.I.P.

Buffy Summers

She saved the World; she was a friend to all.

How did Buffy die? Angel thinks slowly, painfully. Of course, he knew he had moved on….but Buffy. Buffy will always have a special place in his heart.

“Angel….what is the matter?”

Angel turns around, and sees no one there. Who had said this to him? It sounds so familiar….yet he cannot place it.

“Angel……” the voice sings harmoniously.

“Who are you? Come Out!” Angel calls, standing up and running away from Buffy’s grave, and into the blankets of fog where which he had come from.

Running. That is what he is doing. Angel runs on and on, and doesn’t stop. Where is this voice he hears calling his name? “Angel….” There it was again and again….

“Angel…..Angel…..Angel…..”

And then he sees a figure oh so near in the fog. It looks like a female, with a beautiful silhouette. Her hips sway lightly as she makes her way towards him, and she is singing a sweet little tune. Angel calls out to her softly, and asks for her name—anything. He just wants to know who she is.

“Who…who are you?” he calls out louder.

She laughs, and then stops in her tracks. In her hand is a flower, and she holds it out to Angel. This is all he can see of her—her hand.

“Do you like daisies? Hmm? I like planting them…but they always die on me. Everything I put in the ground dies. Maybe you were in the ground Angel…because you died…”

It was Drusilla.

* * *

Drusilla smiled as she entered a huge building in Los Angeles. As she walked in she saw several people. One man had dark skin….another, a demon! The vampiress laughed at this, Angel had a demon on his side too? Her feet seemed to skip as she walked up to all of them, and the one of the females—with long brown hair stared at her cautiously.

“What?” Drusilla said simply to the girl, who was Fred.

Fred watched her warily still, and Gunn looked like he was ready to attack. Who was this female? Why was she here? Everyone was uneasy…..she looked like she could not be trusted. Everyone wanted her out—but that was, until Connor came walking in.

“Who is this?” Connor asked as he walked in.

Fred looked at Connor. “Dunno. Who are you?”

Drusilla smiled. Angel surrounded himself with such stupid people! Yes, yes! The vampiress laughed again and walked up to Connor. He was….different, his aura was dark, while everyone else’s were so light and happy.

“You….you’ve got something different from everyone else, don’t you?” Drusilla purred comically as she walked towards Connor.

Connor watched her in amazement. Who was this woman? She was right of course, though—he was different from everyone else. They were all so happy a lot of the time….so optimistic. Connor loved bloodshed….but everyone else—they reminded him too much of—

“Angel!”

Connor growled as he swung around to see his father standing behind him. Angel looked like he had seen a ghost—the same woman he had seen in his dream was standing right across from him now.

Drusilla.

“Dru….”

“Yes…” she smiled. “Why didn’t you tell me of the little fun you all were having? The demon that loved to eat the little peoples!” she laughed.

Angel looked at her with scorn and everyone else seemed like they wanted to edge back in fear.

“Jasmine…yeah.”

“Who is this?” Connor demanded, looking from his father, to Drusilla, and back again. He walked up to her, and stared at her again in amazement. She had a dark aura about her that fascinated him.

“Her name is Drusilla.” Angel stated simply. “She’s a vampire….I….sired her….long time ago.”

Drusilla smiled. “You sound ashamed…”

Angel just stared at her, with his ‘I’m so tortured with a soul’ look, as Spike or Angelus would call it.

“Who is this then?” Dru asked, looking at Connor.

“Connor.” Connor replied. “I’m….Angel’s kid.”

Drusilla looked taken aback, as if in horror. Her eyes went wide as she clutched her head between her hands, as if she was struck by a deadly vision that had come to her.

“Angel’s…..Angel…”

“Connor is….Darla’s son as well as mine, he’s not yours Drusilla.” Angel spoke.

Drusilla then calmed down, and stood up. “I know.”

Connor smiled at her. “I like her…she seems more interesting than half the people here.”

“Quiet Connor.” Lorne and Gunn said at the same time.

Connor looked at Angel, and then back to Drusilla. “Welcome to Los Angeles, Drusilla.” He then looked to his father. “Where is she staying?”

“Not here…..Drusilla….you need to leave.”

If she was a puffer fish, Drusilla would of puffed up angrily then. “Why?!?” she growled. “I came…and I want to stay!”

“Let her stay, dad,” Connor growled.

“No. She’ll cause too much trouble, and we don’t need anymore than we’re handed.”

“Then how do you know this isn’t fate?” Drusilla whispered, walking up to Angel. “You’re a bad boy…you always get punishment.”

Angel stood firm and tall, and wondered what he was going to do next. “Leave Drusilla…..or I will kill you. Stay away from Sunnydale too. Trust me, I might hesitate killing you know, I might give you a chance….but if you go to Sunnydale, Buffy will not. Understand?”

Drusilla pouted, and then turned around, briskly walking towards the door. “Fine! I’ll just come back….some other day. Then we’ll have fun, all of us will party! We’ll have a wonderful time; we’ll kill….just like old times.”

Everyone watched Drusilla as she slinked out of the room and off. Connor watched Angel in disbelief, and wondered why Drusilla had left so easily.

“Drusilla—wait!” Connor called out.

Drusilla stopped, and turned around slowly. She smiled her insane like smile, and all in all Connor just couldn’t stop liking her.

“Nice meeting you—forget my dad—come back soon.”

Drusilla laughed, and then walked out the door. As she left, she called out. “I’ll come back! Very soon, very soon.”