The Little Birdie That Sings: A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfiction

Summary

Buffy and Spike travel back in time in a pretend Season 8 of the tv series, but how far will they go and whose body is buffy inhabiting? Drusilla’s.
Spike looked over at Dru. He has no idea that it’s Buffy. A few hours ago, he died eliminating the Circle of Black Thorns. Buffy died closing the Hellmouth in Cleveland. Well, they didn’t die. They time traveled. The ptb decided to play a game called freak the Spike.

Buffy looked like Morticia Addams as she dreamt. All gothic and powerful in a sheer white off- the- shoulder gown with the moon bouncing off her face. She looked peaceful and dead.

Joyce: They have no idea who each other are, do they?
Ptb: It’s a second chance at life…

Chapter 1

Well, she was as Morticia as she could get for someone who lived over a century or in the case of this body and she wasn’t the owner. She had dried blood on her lips from dinner and was sleeping dreaming of the last time she had seen Spike.
Spike was getting dizzy with information. This was Prague. They were in Prague.
Right before Drusilla got hurt.

Chapter 2

She suddenly felt the vision. Of her actually enjoying the hunt and was glorious, always wearing the same White gown or another sheer nightgown with her hair sometimes let down like when several years go, Spike had just rampaged into town with his dark Queen by his side and when he had Willy capture Angel and then, Dru tortured him, but at times, her hair would be like this with a little curl to the side like during the time Billy Ford arrived to Sunnydale.

She would never wear anything else, leaving the hair as it is or the straight one in the other dress as they crashed into bed. She was sometimes in the past with Spike, but not the right one. No, he had a soul. So did she. So why did they fight about hunting and thank god Spike was there to kill and bring her back a dead treat half fed already. She would never forgive herself if she killed.

She was just desperately hungry. Spike grabbed the wheel tersely wanting to throw her out of the car. He sighed. He could never really hurt her as not in a loving romantic way but a sire/childe bond. He f*** and growled behind smoke and yellow eyes.

Chapter 3

“The little bird that sings,” she hummed still eyes glazed and eyes shut.
“Huh,” asked the driver.

Then, Buffy told the soul to shut up and woke up.

She gazed at her surrounding and gasped, but it wasn’t her voice as it was decisively English. She stared at the other body as if it was fire that was going to burn her. This couldn’t be right. She was Drusilla stuck in the past.

“Nothing,” she snapped. “Just keep driving!”

William the Bloody had nothing to say as he focused on the road while she stared at buildings that flew past, heard the ravens howl, and the blowing but her mind was never there.

‘I don’t care if I kill as long as I’m with him!’

Buffy smiled weakly. “Get me a sweet dessert…” He almost snarled, but decided against it and pulled to a stop.

Getting out was harder than he expected and his soul was warning against it. ‘Don’t you be stupid you prat!’ She stared at him fascinated as he hunted, but pouted when he dragged back the runaway thief.

“His blood is tarred and wreaks,” she snapped Dru’s voice high pitched and shrilly.

She was in her body and knew by memory what she had to say to not be a giveaway that she wasn’t the mad vampires.

“Just shut up and enjoy the bloody meal,” he imitated himself perfectly remembering every little detail about this era.

“Seriously baby, don’t complain every time I go out of my way to bring you a criminal!”

“Spike,” she whined.

“Not this time kit,” he roared the engine and they were off on the highway.

Chapter 4

Buffy hated these live criminals that he fed her every night until she couldn’t take it anymore and went out to cool off in a dark damp alley, a passage for humans. She found a young boy about 25 to feed on and she was deliriously salivating.
Her eyes rolled back and she let her head fall and then tilt.

“What’s this, a lost little child…?” She giggled amusingly. She had him trapped.

“Look and be in me!” He suddenly obeyed her every command and began to give his neck as a chalice.

Angel was also sent back, looking confused. It was Sunnydale evening and he just kicked off the bed.

He looked up at the sky. “What did you do…?”

Joyce laughed. “Blame me!” Then, pulled on a coat and hurried to the school!

***

“You finished with your feeding,” demanded him lounging on the sofa holding a cigarette.

Buffy rolled her eyes and walked up kissing his soft lips roughly. “All done puppy,” she patted his head before climbing onto the bed, just fixated with his Blue eyes.
‘Don’t ever tell me that I don’t love you, you prick!’

He sighed. “Come ere’ pet!” She went and sat right on his lap.
“Still my ripe wicked plum, always will be…” Her body sang to life.

She licked his face. “My prince is so good to princess… Can I bring you a treat, my prince…?”

“How’s about we get to bed and you can show me…?”

Chapter 5

She loved that Spike was grinding against her and his blood called to her as her fangs attached to his neck suckling up warm foginating blood.

“It opens and devours,” she whispered into his ear. “The Hellmouth is full of demonic activity…”

Spike sighed and nuzzled her. “You’ll like Prague much better. Lots of chaos for you to play with…” He was trying to distract her from Sunny Dale as much as he could. Buy them some time. Dru threw him off.

“No, I want to go!”

She bit his neck hard.

“GO NOW!”

He snarled and sunk his own into her shoulder.

“The key is there Spike…”

‘I can’t cause I’m swimming in her…’ He would never again hurt his Summers’ women.

“There are a lot of good meats here…”

***

He blew off some steam by fighting a group of Demons.

“Yeah, I’ll rip your tongues out of your mouths, you bloody wankers!”

She clapped and did a little dance.

“Pretty little monsters, daddy’s going to foil all of your games!”

That’s when it happened in slow motion. The mob grabbed each of her arms and Spike ran at them in game face while she was hysterically crying.

“Here’s your little b***!”

Time stopped for Buffy.

***

It hurt all over, the acidic smell of burn marks and fire pokers hung from her body like a wrap. Spike was washing her of the blood.

“You okay kitten…?” She wanted to say no, but nothing would come as she stared blankly like a zombie.

“Pet…?”

“Not alright, it won’t leave!”

She shook her head and covered her ears. The soul was mocking as it was the loudest tonight.

“Are the stars saying something to you…?”

“Take me home…”

Chapter 6

Drusilla was a Vampire who possessed innate psychic powers and now, so did Buffy.
She just couldn’t tolerate the insanity and having to act possessive and playing with the creepy dolls.

What’s worse, she didn’t have a lot of time to run and hunt. Surprisingly, Spike would bring her back a dead meal. The boy had tasted so good and she wanted them alive.

“Pet, just stick to the plan and let me take care of hunting…”

“No fun to not hear them scream, beg for mercy when none would be given, and to wrap their blood up like a warm lover…”

“I want a fresh kill!”

A vision gave her a jolt. Like a bolt of electricity she landed on the floor. Swords flashing. Fists and hitting. Someone being shoved into a portal. Going one on one with herself.

“NO,” she cried out. Spike shook and rattled her.

“Come on sweetling, tell daddy what you see!” She opened the brown eyes sparkling with Gold.

“What is it pet, the suspense is killing me!”

“You were going to jump!”

***

Young Buffy glared through the textbook in boredom. She knew that parents’/teachers’ night was coming up but she didn’t really feel like dealing with it. Maybe, she could pinch herself and she’d wake up. She began to tap her pencil.

Cordelia sneered, “Are you purposely trying to be a dolt or could you do me this one favor and move out of Sunny Dale!?!

Harmony giggled and she rolled her eyes, snapping the pencil on the desk. It broke and the teacher glared.

“Miss Summers, would you read page 65 out loud…?” Everyone chuckled as she threw a heated look at the Cheer Squad.

‘I’m having such a horrible day already, why can’t it be over!?!’

Chapter 7

Buffy jolted from her reverie to find Spike had brought her another kill to feed on.

“Spiiike! Can’t I have a real kill?” Buffy as Drusilla pouted. She knew Spike couldn’t resist whenever she did so.

“Just eat, pet.” Spike was beginning to become irritated with her.

Hurt by Spike’s lack of interest, Buffy did as she was told. Then, as soon as Spike fell fast asleep, Buffy slipped out to find her a fresh kill.

When Buffy found her prey, a sad 20-year-old boy who had just broken up with his girlfriend, and drained him of his blood—then tossed him aside like garbage—and headed back before Spike woke up and became suspicious of her being gone.

When Buffy got back, Spike was still sleeping as she crawled into bed next to him and held him. Spike, sensing her presence, rolled over and pulled her close to him.
“Where did you go, pet?” Spike asked her.

“Just out for a walk.” Buffy lied.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back, my pet.” Spike said kissing her full on the lips as he grinded against her willing body. Spike’s touch was more than Buffy could take. His touch—she soon became addicted—and wanted more. She loved possessing Drusilla’s body. And it seemed, Spike was none the wiser. She was going to enjoy playing with Spike’s head as his pet, Drusilla…….

Chapter 8

Buffy was glad Spike only saw her as Drusilla, because she couldn’t stand to be near Spike. Being in Dru’s body was better than Buffy imagined. She was playing a role. She should have been an actor because she apparently was good at it. Spike was fooled into thinking she was Drusilla. Now if only Spike got the hint and brought her a fresh kill instead of a dead one…she wouldn’t have to sneak out late at night after Spike slept and hunt for some fresh meat?

By this time, Spike had woken up and was amorous as he grabbed Buffy and kissed her, grinding his body against hers. As Buffy, Spike’s caressing her body made her sick. But as Drusilla, she loved Spike inside her, grinding hard against her walls.

Several minutes later of passionate sex and Buffy/Dru was getting hungry for a fresh kill.

“Spiiikey!” Buffy in Dru’s childlike voice whined, “Go get me another treat!”

“OK, pet. You know I can never refuse you.” Spike said as he kissed her before heading out.

Waiting for Spike to return, and knowing he would bring her a dead animal, Buffy/Dru sneaked out to hunt for her own fresh meat before Spike got back.

***

Angel was busy fending off demons that Kralik had made surface in Sunnydale to menace the citizens.

“Angel, what do we do?” Dawn asked, terrified.

“Relax, Dawn, I’m on this!” Angel tried reassuring her.

But secretly Angel was asking, “Where are you, Buffy?”

Kralik looked up from his throne in the Hellmouth laughing manically at everyone as they tried to slay the demons, “That’s why I sent Spike and Buffy back in time!”

Chapter 9

Buffy had to get away from Spike. He was getting a little too amorous. She knew she looked like Drusilla, but geez, did she have to play the part too?

Buffy stepped outside into the night air in Sunnydale. But it looked different. Somehow, it wasn’t the same…but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

As Buffy walked along the roadside, she caught a glimpse of her her reflection in a window and gasped, “My gosh! I do look like her!” Buffy said to herself, as she remembered Spike’s love, Drusilla.

Then all of a sudden she got the urge for the taste of blood. The final transformation was taking place as the PTB had planned: Buffy was turning into Drusilla.

With the transformation finished, Buffy, now Drusilla, and no longer herself, like she had been playing to fool Spike, went in search of human blood. After finding a victim, and gorging herself with the warm blood, Buffy, er, Drusilla went back to the place where Spike was sleeping peacefully…well, as peacefully as vampires do.
Suddenly, Buffy/Drusilla got the urge to sing a soft ballad. As soon as she began singing, Spike woke up to the sound of her soft voice.

“Hey, Pet?” Spike asked.

“Yes, love?” Buffy/Drusilla replied.

Spike didn’t say anything, but reached out for her hand and pulled her towards him.

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I am a 51-year-old divorced mother to a 21-year-old boy, who is engaged to a 52-year-old man from Canada who also has a 17-year-old boy. I am an avid soap opera watcher who loves to write soap opera fanfiction as well as my own stories. I am currently in progress writing and trying to get published my own creations.
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