slashthedrabble | Ficlet: Queen Bitch, Angelus/Xander, BtVS, 500 words

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Title: Queen Bitch
Pairing: Angelus/Xander
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Season Two, BtVS
Warnings: Manipulation, torture, bloodplay, character death...any one else notice I seem to keep adding to this?
Word Count: 500

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"Enough!" Drusilla shouted after clapping her hands to stop the minions swarming around the bruised Slayer. Motioning with her fingers, the vampire urged the trembling girl closer.

Xander stood back and watched in awe as Drusilla deftly engaged the Slayer. The raven-haired vampire had always seemed fragile and delicate to Xander but now he watched in awe at her power and grace.

Kendra fought with a vengeance, using every bit of skill she'd cultivated from years of training. But it wasn't enough.

Dru ducked and dodged, blocked and punched, quickly wearing down the Slayer who was already exhausted from fighting against the minions sent ahead of her. Finally, Drusilla grabbed Kendra by the throat, softly commanding, "Look at me, Dearie."

As Xander watched, Drusilla extended two crimson tipped fingers in front of Kendra's dark brown eyes.

"Be...in my eyes. Be...in me."

Kendra froze, completely entranced. Drusilla swayed and the Slayer followed. Xander felt as though he was under the spell as well as he watched the two woman dance.

A wicked smile crossed Drusilla's face and Xander felt the world fall out from beneath him.

"Dru, no!" he shouted but it was too late. Drusilla slashed out with her hand, a single razor sharp nail slashing the Slayer's delicate throat. Xander watched in horror as Kendra crumbled to the floor, clutching a hand to the gaping wound in her neck.

He started toward her, trembling in fear as he clutched his throbbing arm to his chest. His movement was stopped by a large minion standing in his way.

"Leave him be," a commanding voice sounded and the vampire quickly backed off. "Come here, kitten."

Xander quickly approached the raven-haired vampire he had always underestimated, trying desperately to avoid looking at the dying Slayer and the growing pool of blood surrounding her.

"What's going on, Dru?" he asked quietly.

The vampire smiled as she reached up, trailing her blood smeared fingertips over the boy's lightly stubbled jaw. "It's all a part of Daddy's plan, little kitten. Spiky's going to make the Slayer feel safe while I take her security away. Pulled in too many directions until she goes, 'Pop!'"

Xander shook his head. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. Everything was spinning out of control. Drusilla calmed him, cooing soft words as she stroked his cheeks. Slowly, she stepped in close to him, holding his head in her hands as she laid her head on his shoulder.

They rocked and swayed, moving in a sweet parody of a dance as the Slayer at their feet slowly slipped away.

Long moments later, Drusilla pulled back and stared deep into glazed hazel orbs.

"Night, night," she whispered and Xander sank peacefully to the floor.

Drusilla smiled and blew a kiss at the boy crumpled at her feet.

"Let's get what we came for, dears."

As the minions dragged out the unconscious and battered Watcher, Drusilla smiled at the tableau she'd created for the Slayer, proving she was Angel's queen bitch after all.