Secrets Chapter 3

Secrets
Chapter 3
Reunion



It was the night of the Blue Moon that he decided to come. Drusilla had heard him when he left, watched him as he boarded the big flying bird (she still preferred to travel by boat), and saw him as he un boarded, drove to a Hotel and booked a room. All of this she witnessed from the comfort of her own bed.

He knew where to meet her. He knew her pattern, after all, it was he who tracked her in Paris to let her know of Spike and Angels Initiative problems.
Through the years proceeding WW2, they would run into each other on occasion, one time even being in South America. She was so tickled to see him there, but not so tickled to see whom he was with.

So, here she sat, on a park bench, dark clear sky, moon shining, stars glinting, swing creaking a little in the soft warm breeze. This is just going to be so divine, she thought to herself. Miss Edith would be so proud of her, pulling all of this off in such a short time! And that slayer won’t know what hit her. Drusilla, after all had a good teacher on the art of torture.

She didn’t have to turn around to know that he had arrived. She sat still as a church mouse caught between two cats. She smiled inwardly, knowing how he first loved to watch his prey, then pounce. He was within mere inches behind her, she could smell his glorious scent. He didn’t smell like anything she had ever had the privilege of coming across. She closed her eyes, the stars began to sing and fall from the heavens to bow at his feet. Roses grew, bloomed right on the spot and died. He was a cross between life and death, heaven and hell with no mention of purgatory. If only he had been the one to turn her, maybe things would have been different.

Her hair was swept back from her neck, as his hot lips touched ever so lightly upon her cold skin. It sent an uncontrollable ripple down her being, her heart actually began to beat from the electricity he generated with just a touch.

“You called me my sweet sweet girl.” he whispered in her ear. His hands came up to scoop her hair, the scent of her always arousing him like no other ever did. He supposed it was the innocence that she once had, the gift she was given, the way she said his name. He couldn’t explain it, just enjoyed it when he was with her. She had him in quite the quandary. He never turned her down, but lately his work kept him from his other business and pleasure. There never seemed to be enough hours in the day, and for him, that was never a problem.

He thought back to the good old days when things were simpler, people were either good, evil or dead. In this century every thing had went overboard. No one called, wrote by hand or dropped by for a chat. It was work, work and more work. You either texted, e’d, or vidded. No one had the time to just have a cup of nice hot Earl Gray and discuss a classic.
He missed the good old days. People of this era truly were not enjoying their lives, nor were they taking note of what time their mortal bodies had upon this rock. He was fortunate he thought, in the respect that he had been here for a long while, longer than some, shorter than others. If he lived to be a thousand though, Drusilla would be the one vampire he would want by his side.

“Dru…” he whispered her name like a long lost melody in the wind.
“I’ve missed you, you know.” She turned around, looking up into his blue eyes as he bent down to kiss her full lips.

The kiss was long and languid, much over due, and sorely missed.

He came around to sit next to her. “Miss Edith has missed you!” Dru exclaimed with a grin on her face. Her hands came up to tenderly touch his face.

“And where is Miss Edith tonight? Did you leave her all alone?”

“No silly! She’s watching the other dolls.!” she giggled. She cocked her head for a moment, picking up her.

“You’ve been in the bone yard again my love.” she said a bit pouty.

He held her close to him, knowing that she would pick up more than that, and wanting to hold her when she did. She was a delicate flower, easily bruised, and he never wanted to hurt her anymore than she already had been.

“Drusilla, you know I have to be. It’s my job.” he said cajolingly.

“If you wanted to be in a bone yard, then why not take a grave diggers job?” she said somewhat hurt by what she was seeing in her mind.

He kissed her again, wanting to skirt the issue. “So, my dark love, what brings me out here?”

With the mention of her plans, Drusilla was once again herself, no broody pouty anymore at the mention of her plan.

She jumped up, all excited about explaining it to him. “This is what Miss Edith came up with..I’m soooo excited!” she paused for a moment closing her eyes and swaying in the night…

“Do you hear love? Do you hear? Your bones are singing the melody of love…”

Standing and smiling, he took her by the hand and twirled her around. “Dru baby, stick to the plan remember?”

She giggled and kissed him like an excited child. “Yes Seeley! Yes!”


High above the Sunnydale Park stood a very miffed blond haired girl. What she saw was the love of her life, her first and only undead crush laughing and kissing some tramp.

Oh, oh he was going to hear..she almost dropped her stake that she almost threw to that almost love of her life.

She turned, walking away, tears in her eyes from the scene that now was burned into her eye sockets.

You see, reunions happen when you least expect them to. You may run into that long lost friend at the grocery store. You may bump into an old sorority sister in the weekly A.A. meeting. There may even be a time that you splatter like a bug on a windshield into an old flame, while he is with his new one. Then, there’s the reunion between Immortals and the Undead.

It’s always electric, never boring, and you can count on someone being hung by chains..either in an old barn, or other wise…