Angel was awakened from his uncomfortable sleep by a kick to the ribs. He saw Drusilla standing over him. She was wearing her true face instead of the lovely one she had when she was mortal. She smiled that evil smile, as the madness danced in her eyes. Drusilla unlike Spike was completely insane. It might have hindered a mortal, but it only made her a more dangerous vampire.

'Good evening, my sweet. You and Spike have a nice talk? He's not here, gathering power. I'm still here. He wouldn't let me play, but I can now.'

'Dru, what are--**' Angel was cut short by a kick to face.

'Dolls should only speak at tea time and only when spoken to. I'm playing now. I'll talk, but first I've got to get my other toys.'

From the corner, Drusilla retrieved a corked bottle, a piece of barbed wire about a foot long, and cruelly curved dagger. She laid them out in front of Angel. Angel knew what all three were for. On the occasions when the Master didn't kill a vampire for failure, he used these objects to punish whoever failed. The wire and knife were obvious enough in their purpose, but the vial was something else. It contained holy water. Just a drop would cause a vampire to blister and burn where it hit. There wasn't enough to kill, but the pain would be excruciating.

'You know, Angel, I never thanked you. First, you turned me. Next, I became your lover. Then, you, Spike, and I joined up. We were happy. I was only that happy with the two of you or my parents. I wanted to tell them how happy I was, but you killed them.'

Drusilla used the knife to cut away Angels shirt and jacket. Soon, he was naked from the waist up. She picked up the holy water and poured a drop on each nipple. They blistered and smoked, as Angel screamed. Dru smiled at his agony. They both knew he would heal in a few hours, but that only made Drusilla's smile grow wider.

'I heard you and Spike remembering you making him. Do you remember my conversion?'

'Yes.'

'Then tell me. I want to hear you say it!'

She poured some holy water down his back. Angel howled like the tortured animal he was. No human could fully understand the agony holy objects cause vampires. Angel knew it was best to please her quickly, because of her unpredictability. He quickly obeyed and remembered her creation. While he recounted the events, he spoke them aloud. Every time he got to a part she didn't like, she poured some more holy water on him, but Angel continued. If he stopped, she would most likely dump the whole bottle on him.

* * * * * * * * * *

England, 1831....

Angel was riding his favourite stallion through the country side. It was spirited and pure black. The horse was indeed as beautiful as the night itself, the night which Angel was currently enjoying. He must be careful not to ride too far. He always made sure his coach was no more than an hour away. The day was not a time for vampires to go riding through the country. Spike came upon a small farm. It was very close to the town Spike was supposed to meet him at in two weeks. Angel smiled as that image crossed his mind. He hadn't seen Spike in five years. He was looking forward to it, but in the meantime, he had to find some amusement, and this place would do nicely.

Angel rode up to the door and knocked loudly. It wasn't that late, but he hated to have to knock twice. A fearful old farmer opened the door. He had a club in hand, but put it away upon seeing Angel's expensive silk clothes.

'Milord, what are ye doin' travlin' this hour?'

'I am searching for an inn where I am supposed to meet a friend of mine. I'm afraid I lost my way during the light. Do you know which direction the Inn of the Sleeping Cats is?' The name of the place was false, but Angel's tale wasn't a total lie. He was meeting Spike soon.

'I know of no such place, milord. I 'aven't left this farm since me birth, but me brother might know. 'e'll be back 'morrow.'

'Such rotten luck. Might I trouble you to sleep here and wait for his return. He should at least be able to help me get my sense of landmarks down. I assure, I can pay.'

Angel handed the man a few gold coins. It was nothing compared to Angel's true fortune, but it was obviously more money than this poor farmer had ever seen. He put the money in his dirty pockets and ushered Angel in.

Angel entered the small house and saw the rest of the man's family. They slept in one large common room, separated by hanging sheets. There were five of them, the old farmer, his wife, his two sons, and their daughter. The younger son was sent to see to his horse. As he sat down, Angel examined each of them. The wife wasn't pretty, but she was plump and strong, ideal for her life. The sons looked about twenty and twenty-two. Neither one was handsome, despite the muscular bodies farm work had given them. The daughter was the only interesting one. She looked to be just over eighteen and very lovely. She was dirty like the rest, but no amount of grime could hide her fine features. If she were cleaned up, Angel might really have some fun with her.

They all looked at him in awe. The wife tried to bring him some food and drink, but Angel politely declined. This earned her an angry stare from her husband. Angel was quickly becoming bored and decided to make his move. He felt the lining of his jacket to make sure he still had the antidote. Next, he reached for the skin of poisoned wine.

'There is a custom in my family. When we are in another's home, my family share's a drink of our own wine with the owner and all his family. I would be quite insulted if you refused. Will you drink with me?'

The old man nodded eagerly. His wife quickly brought six clay cups, obviously her best. Angel poured the wine, giving himself the smallest amount. The less wine in the cup, the easier it was to pretend to drink. He lifted his cup in a toast, and they drank. Unused to such fine drink, the peasants gulped it down. Within minutes, they passed out. The poison wouldn't kill them for hours, but its effects were felt almost immediately.

Angel decided to just let the poison kill the man and his wife. The children were another matter. He went to the eldest son first. Forcing some antidote down his throat, Angel saw the boy stir. He sank his teeth into his neck and drank the boy's wine. Once drained, Angel repeated the act on the second son. As he finished, he looked up into the eyes of the daughter. She didn't drink as much as the others, so she remained awake. She would still die from the poison, but it would take longer.

'What is your name, girl?'

'Drusilla.'

'Well, Drusilla, I have gifts for you.'

'Dolls? I always liked dolls. Papa 'ated em, but 'e's dead now. Why?'

Angel stared into her eyes. The girl was obviously in shock, possibly mad. She'd die as human in this state, but as a vampire, she could be a force to be reckoned with. Angel fed her the anti-toxin and scooped her up. He sat her up on his horse and joined her.

They rode to a nearby spring. Angel began undressing and instructed her to do the same. She looked at him strangely but obeyed. Taking her hand, he guided her into the water. It was warm due to the natural gas underground. He helped her wash, until the grime which had covered her was gone. Now that she was clean, the fun could begin.

Angel rubbed her exposed cunt. Drusilla moaned, then faced him.

'What are you doin'?'

'Teaching you game, pretty one.'

'This isn't like any game I know.

'You'll like it. Want to stop?'

Drusilla shook her head in the negative, and urged him on. Angel continued by sinking to his knees. He began licking and sucking her clit. Dru's moans grew, until she screamed in orgasm. Satisfied she was excited enough for penetration, he stood and got behind her. With one hand keeping the aim of his hard member steady and the other on her hip, Angel pushed in. He broke the natural seal of her tight cunt and only stopped when he felt she couldn't take anymore at the moment. With about three inches still out, Angel began pumping into her.

Drusilla moaned, unused to this forbidden pleasure. She quickly had several orgasms, and with each climax, Angel was able to go further. Soon with each thrust, all nine inches were swallowed by Dru's second mouth. After twenty minutes, they screamed and climaxed together. Drusilla's juices dripped down her leg, and Angel's seed filled her womb.

Still inside her, Angel bit Drusilla's throat. He drained more than half her blood before pulling away. He slashed his wrist and held it to Drusilla's mouth. She drank eagerly. She was so consumed with drinking, Angel had to use force to pull his wrist away. She had taken more than she'd given. If Angel hadn't fed on her brothers, he'd be weak from blood lost.

'Come, Drusilla. We must go.'

'Home?'

'No, a new home.'

'Why can't I go home? I want my dolls.'

'You won't survive there. You are a vampire now. The light of the sun would come through the holes in the roof and kill you.'

'Will my hair fall out?'

'Never. You'll always be young and beautiful. Vampires don't grow old.'

Drusilla reached down to pick up her filthy dress, but Angel stopped her. He pulled a long cloak out one of his saddle bags and told her to leave the rag.

'But I can't wear this. I need a dress.'

'I'll buy you beautiful dresses in the town we're going to.'

'And dolls?'

'Yes. I'll lots of dolls.'

They rode off together towards Angel's coach. The next night they arrived in town. Angel heard a story how a farmer's brother killed the rest of his family last night. He pleaded his innocence, but the magistrate had him hung. Angel paid some shops to stay open during the night and kept his promise. He bought Drusilla many delicate dolls and divine dresses. They arrived at the inn, and Angel asked Drusilla a question she'd never heard.

'Do you want to share my room, or do you want your own?'

'My own?'

'Yes. Do you want to sleep in my bed, or do you want your own private bed?'

'I've never 'ad my own room. The 'ouse was too small. I want my own for me and my dolls. Are we going to live here now?'

'No. We're waiting for Spike, a friend of mine. He's like us.'

Angel paid an outrageous amount of coin for two windowless rooms and complete privacy during the day. They went out together and Angel picked up a whore when no one was watching. They drained her together. During the day the slept, and at night they fed and fucked, but things were about to change. Spike would arrive soon...

* * * * * * * * * *

Drusilla poured more holy water on Angel's chest, interrupting his memory with pain and screams. She smiled and put the bottle down. She picked up the barbed and was about to bring it down across Angel's burned chest, but Spike walked in.

'Dru, stop! You promised you wouldn't do this!'

'But I was just playing.'

'Dru, we agreed not to do this. We need Angel healthy for the ceremony. Afterwards, he'll be his old self, again. We want back. Remember how it was when the three of us met?'

Drusilla smiled and nodded. She was having a clearer moment and the memory came to her. It was a wonderful time for Spike, Drusilla, and the old Angel...

* * * * * * * * * *

Spike rode up to the inn. His horse was a duplicate of Angel's own. At first the stable boy thought he'd stolen Angel's, until he saw the other black stallion still in its stall. Spike dismounted and entered the inn. He'd ridden on ahead, anxious to see Angel. His carriage would arrive in a few hours.

He walked up to the innkeeper and inquired as to Angel's whereabouts. The innkeeper was reluctant to say which room Angel was in, so Spike gave him a handful of gold. The man licked his lips and told Spike the room. Spike practically leapt up the stairs and opened the unlocked door.

Angel was dressing and had yet to put on anything above his waist. Taking in the sight of his well defined chest, Spike entered.

'Hello, my beautiful Angel.'

'Spike!'

The two embraced fiercely. Spike would have easily dragged Angel to the bed and fucked him with the door still open, but Angel stopped him. He had a serious look in his eyes, Spike wasn't sure he liked.

'Spike, we need to talk. Then, we can rip each other's clothes off.'

'Will I like this talk?'

'I think you'll her.'

'Her?!'

'Drusilla.'

Spike wasn't sure how to react. He knew he and Angel would certainly have affairs when not together, but he'd never had to share him when they were together. Uncertainty became anger and jealousy. Spike had never been good at deep emotions other than passion, so these came easily to him.

'How could do this?! You brought someone else in without even thinking of me! It's not like I mind it when we're travelling separately, but when we're with each other is a different story!'

Spike's emotions raged and his true face appeared. Angel shut the door before people saw what they really were. Staying calm, Angel walked over to Spike.

'You weren't there, Spike. Look, why don't you meet her first? If you don't like her, I'll figure something out. If you do, our fucking will be threesomes from now on.'

'What makes you so sure I'll like her?'

'I do. She's quite mad and has a huge mean streak in her. I guess she reminds me of us. If she stays, she'll always have to travel with one of us She's perfect as a vampire, but I don't think she'd last in the mortal world without someone with her. Her madness needs a 'delicate' touch to control it.'

Spike mumbled something Angel wasn't sure he really wanted to hear, but if the roles were reversed, Angel would probably have acted the same way. He shook his head, motioned for Spike to follow, and walked out of the room. They arrived at Dru's door, and Angel knocked.

'Come in.'

Spike and Angel walked in and quickly shut the door. Drusilla was naked, sitting on the bed, and brushing a doll's hair. Angel and Spike didn't really have anything against her being nude, but townspeople were known to object. although most probably wouldn't mind. Drusilla was quite lovely.

'Dru, this is Spike.'

'The other doll like us? Yes. I can feel your power in him, like me. I felt him when he was outside ten minutes ago,' she said without even being told. Spike was too shocked to properly react. Angel was right. He liked her already. She was lovely, strong, arrogant, and mad. They would have to hunt together soon. Spike felt the need to test her cruelty before he could properly accept her into their circle.

With some urging, Dru dressed and they left. They walked arm in arm with Dru in the middle, until they reached the bad part of town. Drunks wandered out of bars in this area. It would be easy enough to catch one with her as the bait. Dru walked out in front, while they lingered in the shadows.

In no time, a thief saw her rich dress. He walked over to her with the intention of robbing her, but seeing her pretty face, he got a better idea. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed her. As soon as he did, Angel knocked him out with a blow to the back. They dragged him to a nearby house, avoiding the town's more prominent streets. It was abandoned and rumored to house the spirit of a murdered woman, who killed anyone in the house. It wasn't really haunted, so it was perfect for the use of the trio. Any screams heard would be thought to be the ghost.

They strung up the thief so tightly, his feet barely touched the ground. The rough rope cut into his wrist, as Angel shook him awake. He was young, but the rough day's worth of stubble made him look older. He was handsome, but the drink had taken beauty from Angel's favourite part, his eyes. He screamed, but the trio just laughed.

'Really, little doll. Why waste screams when I haven't begun?' Drusilla calmly asked.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a knife. The tough scum was crying, as she cut away all his clothes. Next, she pulled a candle from her bag She lit it and held it to his left nipple. He screamed as the sensitive skin blistered and turned black. Once it was burnt crisp, Drusilla cut away the burnt flesh, letting his blood flow. Angel sucked where the nipple had been, feeding on the blood. She repeated the act on the other nipple, letting Spike feed. For her meal, she picked the knife back up and cut away his cock. She sucked on the hole, until the boy had no more blood. Dead, they left him there, still tied up.

As they arrived at the inn, Spike asked Drusilla if she wouldn't mind going to her room. He explained, he and Angel had to speak with each other and they'd join her soon. Angel and Spike walked into Angel's room.

'I like her.'

'I thought you would.'

'Just do me a favor. If you decide to do this again, let me meet whoever first. I don't mind sharing you with Dru, but I'm not sure how'd I'd like sharing you with someone else.'

'Done.'

They kissed and Spike began undoing Angel's clothes. Their tongues worked furiously as buttons came undone.

'Dru will feel left out,' announced Angel.

'Let's take to her room, then.'

They walked in to see Drusilla, expectantly watching the door. She smiled and stood up. Her dress slipped away, leaving her nude. Her perky breasts screamed for attention, and Spike and Angel were all too happy to deliver. They took turns sucking on her nipples and each others' tongues.

Somehow, they all managed to get undressed and onto the bed. Spike got onto Dru and easily slid into her tight heat. He was furiously thrusting, as he felt Angel's lubed cock pressing against his asshole. Angel entered Spike, and they became one writhing, moaning beast. Each thrust in time with the other. The feeling was too much for all of them. They came together in a great scream.

This was far from the end. During the rest of the night, they tried almost every possible position. When it was finally time to sleep, just ten minutes before sunrise, Angel got Spike up and took him back to his room. There, Angel explained how Dru had lived before and how she liked her own room. Wrapping themselves around each other, they fell asleep in Angel's bed. This was just their first night together as a trio, but it would be far from the last.

* * * * * * * * * *

Drusilla left Spike and Angel alone. Spike knelt beside Angel and smiled.

'You know, we tried a lot of things, but I don't remember ever binding you. I must say, aside from the burns, this a very appealing picture. We'll have to try this as soon as the ceremony's done. Sorry about Dru. She's still pissed about her family, and then you had to turn good. I promise it won't happen, again. You know, she hasn't been the same without you, but she'll come around once you're back. She's not as strong as she was. She barely eats without you. If I didn't make her, she'd probably die of starvation.'

Spike adjusted the angle of Angel's face and covered his mouth with his own. The kiss caused Angel to become hard despite his best attempts not to. Spike was aware of this and rubbed Angel's cock through his pants. Suddenly, Spike pulled back.

'Soon, baby, soon. This day's almost over. After it, we've only got two more days to wait. I really wish it would come sooner.'

* * * * * * * * * *

Buffy was in the library crying into Giles' shoulder as she told him what had happened. Willow and Xander sat opposite her, listening to the tale. They'd never seen Buffy so hurt and feeling so helpless. It hurt Xander to see her in pain, but a part of him was a little glad his rival for Buffy might be gone.

'I don't know what to do, Giles. I've never had to worry about him. I was always too busy worrying about myself getting attacked, and all I could think of while he was getting captured was how I was gonna kick his butt for being late. I should have known something was wrong, and now, he's being held suffering G-d only knows at Spike and Drusilla's hands. He's trapped, and it's all because of me.'

'Now, we don't know that, Buffy,' said Giles, trying to comfort her, 'This doesn't fit with their usual pattern of attacks. Something not right.'

'So, they changed tactics. Maybe, they got tired of failing to kill me.'

'Before you do anything, let me check my books. There's something more than meets the eye. Perhaps now is the time for some sort of ritual. I'll need your help, Willow. Xander, help Buffy sharpen stakes. Something tells me she'll need as many as possible.'

They both all nodded and went about their appointed tasks. It helped Buffy to concentrate on something physical. Soon, she'd stopped crying, and her usual determined look had returned. They continued like this the rest of the day and well into the evening. End Part II

 

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