Title: Baby Doll
Author Restive Nature
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They belong to the almighty Joss and I just play with them for my own amusement before putting them away neatly.
Spoilers: Buffy Season Three "Amends"
Summary: A teenage girl with mysterious ties to Angel helps him with his Christmas Amends.
Chapter Six
A New Doll
"I suppose it would be safe to say that Spike wasn’t particularly thrilled?" Angel remarked.
"Not at first," Dylan recalled. She smiled. "I think he was more dumbfounded by our tea party. Apparently blindfolds didn’t figure into that sort of thing in his mind." She laughed when Angel choked slightly on his beverage.
"I can’t say that I would have thought of that either," Angel shook his head. "Only Dru…"
"Actually, I’m the one who gave her the idea."
"Really?"
*****
After a few hours, Dylan had been able to relax more and more as she realized that Dru really wasn’t going to kill her, yet. The Vampiress was much more interested in talking. About the things that Dylan wrote about in her journal. And Dylan wisely went along with her. Talk soon turned to talk about the various dolls Dru had and Dylan commented on each one. She asked Dru what the Vampiress liked to do when she wasn’t sleeping or eating. And that launched Dru into rant about the various pets that Spike always procured for her. She kindly, in turn, asked Dylan about her hobbies. And Dylan enthused over a few things before talk turned to a book that Dylan was currently reading. And the innocent remark that led to their next little game.
"And there are these characters," Dylan went on describing the book. "They’re Seers, and they put blindfolds over their eyes, so all they see are their visions."
"Oh, that’s a wonderful idea," Dru exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She moved quickly before Dylan could go on and knelt at a chest along the far wall. After a little digging, she extracted what she’d been looking for. She rose slowly then turned and waved the long strips of black silk, kept there for reasons Dylan really didn’t want to think about. She moved back to the bed and laid them out, making sure she had counted correctly. Dylan gaped at her as she began to methodically tie one slip around each of her doll's heads. When Dylan’s turn came, thoughts tumbled through her mind. The most prevalent was the fear that her time was up. Dru had her fill of amusement and now it was time for other things.
Dru was surprisingly gentle with the girl as she tied the strip round her eyes. Giggling softly, she waved a hand in front of Dylan’s face, but the girl didn’t react at all. She moved across the bed on her knees as she took up her former position. The bed shifted under her weight and Dylan quickly put out her hands to steady herself against the table. Dru settled in before her plate and teacup and then proceeded to blindfold herself. When she had the tie secure, she put forth her hands, seeking something familiar. She found Dylan’s hand, and it was shaking.
"Eat up dearie," she instructed, nudging the hand away. She crept her hands along the table and finally found another cup. It seemed to be directly in front of her, so she assumed it was hers. Her hands wrapped about it and she brought it with unerring precision to her mouth. There was a muttered curse.
"Ow, damn it," Dylan growled softly. "I bumped my nose." Dru giggled again.
"See with your mind dearie," she instructed. She took another sip of tea. "It’s easy. Relax." Dylan seemed to take her advice.
Dylan finally managed to guide the cup to her mouth and was rewarded this time with a rush of warm liquid. She carefully set the cup down and felt her way to her plate. There was still a few morsels left and she figured to finish them off. She swept up the few crumbs and brought them to her mouth. She chewed and swallowed and then sighed. "Mmm."
"What dearie?" Dru questioned softly.
"My cake’s all gone," Dylan sighed. "It was very good. Thank you."
"Oh my girl is so very polite," Dru crowed. "She shall have more cake as a reward." Dru set her cup down again and ungainly rose to her feet. She bumped the table and Dylan’s hand shot out to steady it. The girl let out a nervous laugh.
"Dru," she chuckled. "See with your mind. Relax, it’s easy." Dru laughed as well as she stumbled about the room, trying to figure out where the rest of the cake was.
*****
"I’m not surprised that Dru had plenty of scarves," Angel commented wryly. Dylan raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, I wonder where she ever got that proclivity." He had the grace to drop his gaze, somewhat embarrassed. "Of course, that’s when Spike came in."
"Not pleased?"
"Not pleased at all."
*****
"Pet?" Spike knocked on the door, hearing the laughter. He was smiling himself, not having heard laughter like that from Dru in a long while. The little chit must have been a good meal. He swung the door open, but the sight of his princess stumbling about, a blindfold over her eyes, floored him. Was she starting without him? But then he caught sight of the as yet, uneaten teen. "Pet, what are you bloody doing?" he demanded, coming fully into the room.
"I’m seeing," she chirped, swinging her body around to his voice.
"Pet, you can’t see," he pointed out with exaggerated patience. "You have a blindfold on."
"But Dylan said I could see," she pouted.
"Who?"
Dru pointed to where she thought Dylan was sitting, but for Spike, she was pointing at the wall near his head. Knowing her crazy induced moods, he actually did glance at the wall, but there was nothing there. And as she hadn’t given any of her dolls that absurd name, he figured she must have been referring to the girl.
"Dylan and I are seeing," Dru spoke in a singsong voice.
"She’s got a blindfold on too pet," Spike sighed. There were days he really didn’t understand what was going on in her head. He was a little wistful for the simpler days in their lives, when it was all about the kill. Sure, she’d rambled on then too, but there was nothing like her for a bit of mayhem.
"Of course," Dru agreed. "How could we see without them?" Spike began to rub at his temple. Stress headache, just what he didn’t need.
"Um Dru?" the girl quiet voice interrupted. Spike glared at her for a moment, until he recalled that the chit couldn’t feel the weight of it, as she couldn’t see it. "I see something."
"What do you see?" Dru was excited.
"Um," Dylan actually sounded amused. "Well, it’s white, porcelain, with a little silver handle, and I kind of need it really badly." And indeed, she was squirming a little on the bed. Both Dru and Spike were quiet as they considered her words. Finally Dru spoke up.
"I don’t see it," she whined. She turned in Spike’s general direction. "Spike, why can’t I see it?"
"She’s talking about a toilet, luv," he spoke with exaggerated gentleness, but he was really starting to seethe inwardly. Who was this little chit, and what had she done to Dru that had her acting in this manner? "And you won’t be needing it at all."
"But she saw it Spike," Dru whined. "She needs it. Get it for her, please?" Spike rolled his eyes.
"I can’t bring one here Dru," Spike tried to explain without losing his temper.
"They’re bolted to the floor." Dru cocked her head to the side.
"Then you should take her to one," Dru reasoned out enthusiastically.
"How about I just kill her instead," Spike offered, more than willing to.
"No!" Dru shouted emphatically. "No Spike."
"What’s the matter luv?" he asked, puzzled. He’d let her have her fun, but she really did need to eat. He moved towards the girl, who’d gone absolutely still. He ran one hand down her blindfolded face, pleased to see her tremble. He knew it, she knew it, now he just needed to persuade Dru.
"You promised," Dru whimpered in response. "You promised you wouldn’t hurt my dolls."
"She’s not a doll," he snorted. Dru ripped the blindfold from her eyes and gaze him a hard stare. "She’s a human."
"Yes she is!" she thundered. "She’s my baby doll."
That began a swift and noisy argument. Spike tried to convince her of reality, but Dru stubbornly stuck to her conception that Dylan was a gift and her baby now. Spike was about ready to give in when she brought out the big guns. Her tears. And there was nothing he could do but wrap his arms around her and console her. He finally, quietly agreed that Dylan was her doll, her baby. And yes, Dru could keep her. And nobody, not Spike, nor the minions would hurt her. He figured that eventually Dru would get hungry enough to eat and the problem would be solved. So he decided to leave Dru to her little fantasy a while longer. But before he even got to the door, Dru’s voice called him back.
"Don’t forget to take Dylan to the toilet," she grinned up at him. He turned to gaze at her, incredulous. It was one thing for her to play with the human, but to rope him into it. It was a little much. But Dru was happy like this. Could he ever deny her anything? Of course, he could always assign a minion to Dylan duty.
"All right luv," he finally consented. He gave her a swift kiss on her forehead, then moved to drag the teen to her feet. As he was bending to unlock the chain from the wall, her voice caught his attention again.
"And don’t forget more cake," she cried out gaily. "Mustn’t forget to feed the baby." He didn’t manage to suppress the growl that erupted from his throat.
*****
Angel was laughing at her description of Spike. "Oh, I knew he was whipped. But really…" He laughed some more.
"He would have done pretty much anything for her," Dylan grinned. "Even put up with me for a few hours."
"Just hours?"
"Well, that’s how long he figured it would be before she got tired of her little game and killed me," Dylan shrugged, more philosophical now than she had been.
"Obviously she was in for the long haul," Angel noted.
"Not according to what Spike said that night," Dylan frowned. "He told me…" she giggled, "before ordering a minion to find me a toilet, that he was going to enjoy seeing Dru tear my throat out."
"I’m glad you can laugh about it now," he remarked. She waved a hand in front of her face, trying to calm down.
"It’s not that," she gasped. "Just the way he looked when he had to say ‘toilet’."
She remembered and he imagined, and they both had a good chuckle.
Chapter Seven
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