Cold Heart -- by Claddagh girl


Rating: PG-13

Description: Dru tortures Xander in an attempt to get to Buffy.

Disclaimer: All characters contained within this story belong to Joss Whedon, not me. Please don't sue.


Drusilla is holding Xander captive in her bedroom, he is tied to a chair at the end of the bed, covered in cuts and bruises. She summons his parents into the room, they are in a trance, under some spell and are unaware that they are being held hostage by the insane vampire.

She walks around them gracefully stroking them with her slender white hand. She is enjoying teasing the slayer’s bosom buddy. Standing still again, she traces a finger seductively down his father’s cheek, her razor sharp nail slicing cleanly into his flesh, blood dribbles down his skin. She continues over his nose and lips, he is oblivious to his injury and looks on lovingly into his captor’s eyes as though she was some Greek goddess to be worshipped.

Xander struggles in his chair trying to break free to stop this torture. Drusilla glares at him with her dark soulless eyes, she sighs and her lost innocence surfaces momentarily through the evil.

"We have a lot more in common than you think my dear..." Xander glares back still bemused as to why she would chose to destroy him in an effort to get to Buffy. "I watched my Mummy and Daddy die too... I could see the life drain away as I held them in my arms... I can feel it now." Her face completely blank, she coldly and effortlessly drives a dagger into each of their hearts, killing them both. They flop to the floor like puppets who have just had their strings severed.

Xander closes his eyes too devastated to speak. Drusilla recalls in her mind the hundreds of faces she has seen that have shared the same expression now upon his face. Tilting her head to one side, she sticks out her bottom lip. "Not very nice is it?"

Xander squeezes his eyes even tighter shut in the hope that it is all some horrible nightmare and he can force himself to wake up. He can still feel the friction burns on his wrists from his ties, this isn’t a dream, it is very very real.

She bends down to his level, holding his face in her hands, and wipes away his tears. "Poor thing. You can’t keep your eyes closed forever..." Her voice is soft and small, almost compassionate, until an evil smirk creeps its way on to her face. She continues proudly... "You have to open them some time pet... And when you do the first thing you’ll see is their little faces, all empty and cold." She strokes his hair away from his face, he opens his eyes and looks straight at her, speaking for the first time summoning every ounce of rage and hurt he can.

"The last thing you’ll see is my smiling face when I watch you die."

She grins again and plants a kiss on his forehead taking away all sense of authority from his threat.

"We’ll see."

She claps her hands and two lackeys enter the room ready to receive their orders. She points at the two blood soaked corpses. "Get rid of them... They’re starting to smell." They grab hold of the Harris’ limbs and drag them clumsily out of the door, leaving Xander alone with Dru, an orphan. She climbs up onto the bed and relaxes, happy with her work.

Xander looks down at the blood stain on the carpet, it is still wet, glistening in the candlelight. He turns to Drusilla trying to hold back his tears.

"Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were only interested in Buffy?"

"I am, don’t you worry your pretty little head about the slayer... She’ll get what’s coming to her soon enough." She picks up her porcelain doll, Miss Edith, from the bedside table and starts to comb her hair.

"I don’t understand why you had to drag me into your little war, why you had to murder my parents?.."

Her head shoots up in anger and jabs Miss Edith in the head with the comb.

"This isn’t a ‘little war’, this is about revenge. She took away my Angel and I’m going to do something to her, something bad." She hisses through clenched teeth. She drops the doll onto the bed, rolls up onto her knees and crawls over to the edge nearer to him. "You see my dear... my doing away with your Mummy and Daddy is just part of the master plan... The plan where I teach that little bitch what its like to have everything you cherish in the world taken away from you, and dangled in front of you like a dead cat for all to see. I’m going to take away everything that she holds dearest, and then I’m going to kill her, slowly... And very... very painfully. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you stick around to watch."

"Having fun love?" Spikes delighted tone takes her attention away from Xander. "Did you tell him about your plan?" He stands in the doorway, arms folded and a cheery grin on his face. She gets up and walks over to him, kissing him tenderly on his cold lips. He looks at her affectionately, as though nothing else matters but her, he kisses her back. She smiles sweetly and leads him over to the bed where they lay down together. Xander’s stomach churns with grief and anger. He can’t bare to see the pair of them so content at his cost.

"You know, Buffy’s going to come and save me... She always does." His voice becoming increasingly pathetic.

"I hope she does, get this thing over and done with instead of playing stupid games all the time." Spike pulls Dru closer to him and strokes her face. "She makes me sick the way she walks around all high and mighty, its about time someone knocked her off her pedestal and gave her a bloody good kicking."

As much as he wants Buffy to burst through the door and dust these demons, Xander knows it could result in her death and he would rather give his own life than risk hers, after all there doesn’t seem much to live for anymore. His parents are gone, he is alone.

Just then there is a light tapping on the door, Spike smiles and looks at Xander. Drusilla sits up, a confused look upon her face.

"Oh, you’ll like this love..." He stands up and walks over to Xander and bends down to see the reaction on his face... "I thought our boy here might get a little lonely cooped up in our happy home..." He glances over to the doorway. "Do come in..." He looks back at Xander "I invited some of your friends round to keep you company." He laughs an evil ‘I know something you don’t know’ laugh, Drusilla squeals with glee and claps her hands together like a child as Willow and Giles walk in wearing vampire faces, their fangs dripping with fresh blood.

"Oh my god... Will, Giles... No." Xander can’t believe his own eyes.

Drusilla swoons in sheer ecstasy at the sight before her. "Spike, what would I do without you?" He returns to her and they embrace each other again.

Willow and Giles slowly walk towards Xander, the smell of fear upon his body ignites the fire within them, their hunger grows as they near his trembling figure. Spike and Drusilla look on like proud parents as their new-born children feed greedily on their friend.

As the room begins to darken Xander’s last thoughts are of Buffy and the terrible fate that awaits her, he can hear his own heartbeat, slowing, it sounds like the pounding of a lonely drum. He can hear nothing else... The beating stops, his eyes fall closed and his head slumps meeting his bloodied chest. He is dead.

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