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  <title>Dru</title>
  <subtitle>Dru</subtitle>
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    <email>chippygirl72@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Dru</name>
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  <updated>2003-08-21T22:36:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:5764</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-08-21T18:35:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-21T22:36:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">spike and i were tryign to figure out the particulars of our plan. we thought about what would hurt the master most.&lt;br /&gt;and we thought of darla...he gets annoyed at her, curses her, but values her to no end. he knows she is loyal and clever.&lt;br /&gt;but how to take one so loyal away...whatw ould make darla turn on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spike and i waited in an alley that we know angel passes by to get his sillly pig's blood. we loomed in the dark corners. he sensed us th emoment he stepped in. i almost couldn't bare to hurt him once i saw his angelic face. but then i remembered that he was evil now, a slayer's pet.&lt;br /&gt;spike started the fight. he jumped on him and yanked his head back against the wall. it didnt tak elong for angel to recover and i watched from the darkness. it excited me to see my two loves battle each other. and though i wanted spike to win, it thrilled me to see his blond hair messed with blood.&lt;br /&gt;finally i came up behind angel and hit him over the head, sharp and hard with a block of wood. he went down fast and we carried him quickly to the factory and chained him up. spike said i could play with him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the cemetery to find darla. i know what time she goes out to hunt for the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello again dear," i said, coming out of the shadows of the trees. she eyed me warily. she knows i have been "helping' the master, but shes no fool, shes known me too long to be unsuspwcting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"drusilla." she raised her eyebrows at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my dearest, i have a gift for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you? i cant imagine what it would be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cant you? why its my-why your darling angel." darla tried to keep calm but she couldnt help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my angel? where? is this trick dru?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of course not, but of course to get to him and find a way to remove the curse, you have to spike and i one small favor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is it?" she glared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"help us kill the master," i answered simply. "its really a favor to you too. then the four of us will be family again and this time we will rule the demon world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she couldnt answer. she kept her eyes to the sky, but i knew she was thinking about the way it was with us, and with her and angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just think about it," i said, melting back into the darkness to go play with my new toy.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-08-17T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-17T04:46:11Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-17T04:46:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">poor master.&lt;br /&gt;eating scraps off the table.&lt;br /&gt;stuck underneath the sound of little feet and little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor master. &lt;br /&gt;big bad boy doesnt know whats in store for him.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt know what spike and i are planning.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt know he's abotu fall off his throne.&lt;br /&gt;and my knight in a shining black duster's about to take over.&lt;br /&gt;and rule the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor angelus. &lt;br /&gt;you should have stayed.&lt;br /&gt;you'll see that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor darla.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt know that her heart's got a new home in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor spike and i. &lt;br /&gt;have no one to tell our little secret to.&lt;br /&gt;and have to have patience.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-08-04T00:39:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-04T04:39:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">spike said i shouldnt be going out alone, but i was dreadfully hungry so i snuck out for a treat. i found a nice little boy. i sung to him after i made him bleed, and laid him on the grass. i hope his mummy finds him.&lt;br /&gt;darla approached me as i was singing to the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dru!" she exclaimed. she had a toddle squirming in her hands. his skin was like cream and his eyes were bright blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darla." I could still smell my angel on her, even though it had been so long. the four of us used to be a family. until my angel went away to the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been so long," she said, echoing my thoughts. "So much has changed." I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," I pointed up at the sky. "The moon says Spike is worried. He needs me to come back to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Dru. Dont you want it to be the way it used to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spike is my family now," I answered. "He's all I need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But just imagine...if we got my Angel back." I wanted to strike her. He was my angel, my sire. she never understood him the way i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's gone," I replied, watching the moon dance across the sky. It winked at me and held out its arms, which were dripping with blood. "He's with her. Smelling of her. Tasting her." Darla winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we could get him back. The master will help us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont wwant the master's help." I glared at her. "the master doesnt love spike, because spikey never does what he tells him. i hate anyone who tries to hurt my spike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spike doesnt have to know the master's helping us..." Darla trailed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spike doesnt want Angelus back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" Darla bared her fangs at me. I wasn't scared but i backed away, because i was tired and Miss Edith was tugging at my skirt. I wanted to be home with my spike, but not tell him about the bad little boys and girls out to hurt us.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-06-30T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-30T20:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-30T20:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">spikey and i are getting a little annoyed with our new play pal faith. she says she's on our side yet she hasn't done a single thing against the blonde slayer. spike is getting suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the master has been quiet in his little home lately. i wonder what he's up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe faith could get angel to be fun again?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:4662</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-05-28T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-29T00:33:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-29T00:33:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a very strange thing happened today. spike and i were dining on a toddler when the new slayer walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Spike asked. He got up and go treayd to grab her throat. I stood behind him in case she got past him.&lt;br /&gt;"Chill out." she said. "I'm looking for some new partners."&lt;br /&gt;Spike calmly told her that we don't need a new play pal.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be your best buddy," she said. "I want to work with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Spike looked over at me and I nodded. My visions had shown me this. slayer dancing with vampire. dreaming about tasting blood of the pure. nobody fights like a slayer gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sick of this good guy stuff. I got enough power to take out B and every one of her little friends. Why should i hold myself back and fight for the losing side?"&lt;br /&gt;"Alright," Spike decided and he clasped my hand. "But the minute you try anything, I'll rip out your heart and put it on Dru's dessert plate. i'll be watching you. and don't think this is a free ride. i want to ses some bloodshed. i want the slayer's brains dripping down my back. dont get all soft on me just because she was your friend once."&lt;br /&gt;"You dont have to worry about me getting too soft."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new playmates are always so fun! i hope this one works out. we need someone to have fun with. and this will hit the slayer when she'll least expect it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:4459</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-05-12T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-12T20:41:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">the master approached me today. asked me if spike and i would like to dance. but spike and i aren't sure, we have our own plans for the slayer. who knows which way we should twirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, he seems to have some plans for her. might be fun to watch. take spike out under the moon. even in his chair, he deserves to have some fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:4257</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-04-28T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-29T02:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-29T02:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i can feel the strength flowing through me. can you feel me? my strength cursing through your blood, warning it to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spike is in a wheelchair. i hold him, love him, stroke him, bring him treats to nibble on. he doesnt have much appetite these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could feed him the slayer's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are stale lately for us. lying low until spike's well again. but i can feel movement underground, feel the earth shaking. i wonder whats coming.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-04-16T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-17T01:44:09Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-17T01:44:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tomorrow night, spike, do we dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we dance to angel's death?</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-04-06T19:28:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-06T23:36:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i've had so much fun today! angel is my very own, just to play with. miss edith gets so very tired. so she just watched while i poured the fun water on angel and watched his chest go from tan to red to burning black. it smells like sunshine. when i see the water dripping from his black burns i remember what the sun felt like on my back, crispy and warm.&lt;br /&gt;now he's squirming, like a little duck in the water. swim swim squirm squirm, dont ever touch the ground. his eyes are wide. they remind me o flittle anne's eyes when the veins were popping out. and even when her throat was ripped open, she still had little hands.&lt;br /&gt;spike says its time to stop my play now. i hope i can play again tomorrow with the slayer.</content>
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    <title>Spike....</title>
    <published>2003-04-06T17:29:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">when? when, my love, when does angel get to bleed? i cant hold out much longer. She will find me. And in my state, she will drink me. i need my cure, i need my black medicine.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:3123</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-29T13:30:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-29T18:37:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">summer 1890&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked slowly. the night smelled like fire. the sky was almost the color of blood. we thought it was all our doing, we'd drank so much, we'd even changed the colors of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it would be like to drink in sunlight. to see the little faces squint their little eyes as their faces grew &lt;br /&gt;pale and their bodies grew limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spike brought me a little boy that night, one i never forgot. he looked up at me as i almost had reached my fingers to his heart and said "mommy". he looked at me the same way miss edith looks at me. wide eyes with crinkles and stains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stained my dress that night. spike told me it would wash off in the snow. but the snow was all bloodied and my arms looked like ghosts in a crimson river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my dress was ruined an the little boy was dead in my arms, spike took me homne. said we'd had enough for one night and there was alwyas tomorrow. we curled up, blood still dripping from our lips, his arms around me. we curled up and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it could be like that again, my dear. i wish there were no slayers to stop our blood flow. i wish we controlled the night again and weren't lying in wait for a little cheerleader. i wish angel would come back to us. and we'd make all the rivers run red.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:2987</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-21T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-21T20:34:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">spike knows my cure is in angel. but angel wont play, he wont even sing. like mummy used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the way mummy sang when he pulled out her veins. she didn tsing once she was on the floor and my dress got all stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want my angel to die, someday i want him to come back to me, but i need to live again, to drink all the way till morning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres still faith....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two slayers and a naughty naughty daddy. spike, miss edith, and i have our work cut out for us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:2567</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-17T16:33:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-17T21:35:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i can feel it. the sickness. spreading through me. i can barely raise my teeth to their necks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spike holds me, he breathes fire in my lungs and gives me little trinkets. blonde haired cheerleaders and little brown haired boys with sailor shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can feel myself fading into dust. the slayer will find me in my weak state and drive a stake through my poor heart.&lt;br /&gt;if my angel doesnt kill me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest spike is my only hope.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-11T07:08:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-11T12:10:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i watch her this girl. the other slayer. faith. she doesnt fight like the blonde one. she fights harder and faster, more brutal like my spike.&lt;br /&gt;i love to watch her, she'd be a perfect friend for miss edith. spike wants to kill her but i want to make her my pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the blood flow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:2219</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-08T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-08T23:49:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">angel tried to stake me. my angel. how times change.&lt;br /&gt;spike's been rather distant lately. never wanting to play. i spend all my time singing songs with miss edith. &lt;br /&gt;my love for my angel fades. i want him to to turn to dust. i want to watch my spike rip out his insides. maybe that would cheer him up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for my happiness....&lt;br /&gt;someone come play with me please?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:1996</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-03-03T19:34:00</title>
    <published>2003-03-04T00:34:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i can hear them...speaking in the walls..whispering..spike cant hear. i can hear the slayer's blood flow. &lt;br /&gt;i found a young girl yesterday. made a patchwork quilt on her arms with my teeth. spike watched like he always watches and promised me a slayer. but he never follows through.&lt;br /&gt;how long do i wait for blood that powerful. my stomach is growling for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Angel would have gotten me a slayer by now.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-20T18:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-20T23:21:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">we've been watching the new slayer from sunset to sunrise. spike and i know where she sleeps, what she eats, who she brings home at night. i almost wish she could play with us, she's more interesting than that buffy. spike likes to break slayers necks but mayeb i could convince him to make her my playmate. i wonder what slayer vampires are like.&lt;br /&gt;spike, my sweet, when do you want to suck her life away? under which moon do we find her?</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-17T20:26:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-18T01:28:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my little spike, he tries so hard to get me what i want. silly little girls in silly little dresses. Angelus used to bring me whole dinner parties and children so small they could be dolls.&lt;br /&gt;while spike is looking for the book to cure me, he's come up with another game for us to play. since that slayer, buffy, is so hard to kill because she has so many friends and my Angel on her side, we want to devour the other one. Faith. the one who is only  a slayer because of a fluke. spike would out do even angel if he brought me a slayer's heart to suck the juice out of.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-11T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-12T02:10:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-12T02:10:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">spike is still looking for my cure. i miss being outside on my own. playing in the cemetery. showing miss edith to the little boys and girls. spike says the answer is in a silly little book. trouble is we don't know where this book is. but my spike will figure it out soon enough.</content>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-11T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-12T02:09:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-12T02:09:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my tummy is all growly. i don't like waiting for spike to bring me home meals. i want to find my own. spike is so sweet, but i miss the moon. &lt;br /&gt;i want to go see my angel tonight, and try to bring him back to us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:547</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-11T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-12T02:06:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-02-12T02:06:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i saw my Angel tonight. at the doorway of that silly club where all the teenagers go, watching the girl. the slayer. the one spike plans to tear apart. i could feel his soul. it was screaming at me. the demon inside of him wants us to be family again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to approach him, touch him, but there were too many people around. loud angry people that reminded me of the mob in Prague. i'm not supposed to go out at night. spike says i'm not strong enough and that he'll bring me a treat every night. but i needed to see my Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon is making the blood on my dress look like fruit punch. its lovely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vamp_drusilla:497</id>
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    <title>vamp_drusilla @ 2003-02-11T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2003-02-12T02:05:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my spike brought me breakfast in bed. a little kitten that i wanted to keep but miss edith didn't like it. so i ate its heart out. then spikey and i went to his car to watch the new slayer go to school. the air started whispering. about the slayer's entrails and how they will look, all slippery on the floor.</content>
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