Daisies


TITLE: Daisies
AUTHOR: Fyre
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Drusilla thinks things over
FEEDBACK: If you like it, I'll be chuffed to know
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Just really Season 2 - nothing seriously spoilerish
COUPLE: Spike/Dru, Spike/Angelus(implied)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine and that fact makes me as sane as Dru.
CLASSIFICATION: I like writing from Dru's POV...maybe there will be more.
NOTES: Like I said, I LOVE writing Dru POV - for some reason I find it so much easier to use her than any other character. Maybe its the mental capacity...maybe the sanity level...whose to say?
DEDICATED: To Kirsty for putting up with my rambling - like Spike puts up with Dru's :-)
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My daisies withered up again. All the pretty petals curled up and fell off, all dead and brown.

I told my Spike I was taking care of them. I looked after them and was careful, but it didn’t stop them dying. Everything has to die some time and sometimes you can’t stop it, even if you do take care.

I died once before. Like my pretty daisies.

My daddy came to me when I was sad and scared and told me he would take care of me. He told me he would look after me, like I tell my Spike I look after my daisies. But he didn’t look after me, my dark angel, and I withered and died when he took all my life out of me.

He watered me, though, and I got strong again. He watered me with his own blood to make me grow big and strong. I water my daisies with my blood, but it doesn’t work. They stay dead and brown and Spike sighs and frowns and gives me a hug to make me smile.

But a hug won’t bring my daisies back. I tried and tried to take care of them, but they just keep dying.

There were such pretty daisies in Prague, all around the gardens and parks where me and my Spike used to have our dinner by the bright light of my white-faced friend in the sky but the nasty people made us leave our home there. They hurt me and made my Spike cry and yell and get angry.

Then my Spike told me he would look after me. Like daddy said to me. Like I said to my daisies.

But Spike is a good boy. He knows I am his Princess and he will look after me properly, even now, when I’m starting to wither away. He doesn’t care that I’m curling up and turning brown. He looks after me when I’m all withery and brown.

He waters me with sweet, young blood and makes me feel better, but only one thing can make me big and strong again, like I was, and my Spike is getting all upset about it.

Miss Edith whispers that only the blood of an Angel would make my daisies grow again and Spike, my sweet, sweet Spike, he tells me that he will get my Angel and make me better. He says the magic book told him so, but it was my Miss Edith that told me. And my Spike knows just where to get my angel to come and make me better.

Then, when I’ve watered my daisies with the Angel blood and when we’re all big and strong again, Spike says we can have a party. Such a nice happy party with streamers and people and such pretty dresses. I will wear red and black cos Spike says I look so pretty in those colours. He says white makes me look like a beautiful fairy, but he likes me to be his black Queen. His Dark Princess.

And after the party, we will kill the Slayer. Then I will plant my daisies on her grave because she made my Spike cry. And the daisies will swallow up her blood and stop her from ever hurting my precious Spike again.

I miss my pretty daisies now. Spike, he thinks I don’t know how to make things live. Thinks I don’t know how to make things big and strong because I’m so withered and curled up.

I do know. I showed him. I still know how to make other people big and strong, just like my daddy made me big and strong. He brought me a bad, bad girl from the outside and I made her wither away, then I watered her with my blood and she became big and strong and he still thinks I don’t know.

He tells me daisies are different, but they’re not.

I tell him so and he just smiles and kisses me and tells me to stay in bed. He sees me withering away and curling and turning brown in front of him and he still tells me that I’m not like my daisies.

He’s just like a daisy too. So pretty and perfect and soft. He doesn’t know it but I do. He is going to wither away soon, like me. He’s going to be all curled up and brown and sick like me soon, because of the night I will have the angel blood.

Miss Edith tells me that I must look after my Spike when this happens. She tells me my Angel will change and taste all the better. She doesn’t tell me if my Angel will take care of Spike like my Spike took care of me.

But, if my dark Angel does come back, and things are like they were before, he will always be the one who helped me and my daisies to grow big and strong again. It was him, even though Spike made him do it. I have to thank my Angel. I want him to see that I’m not withering away anymore. That I’m big and strong just like him.

I must treat my Spike like my weak daisies. I must be gentle and not hurt him, but I can pluck my Angel from the ground like I pick my strong daisies. My Angel will like me to be hard and bad, but my Spike will be too curled up to touch. I must be gentle like he has been with me. I’m a good mummy to my daisies and I will be a good mummy to my Spike when he hurts.

My Spike has just brought me the light Angel. He stinks of sweet soul, but I know there is still some of my dark daddy in there. Some of the dark daddy that made me wilt when I was so young and alive.

Some of the dark daddy who will be the one to make me grow again. I will be strong again because of him. But now, he is like a daisy, all frail and weak and curled up, waiting for his petals to fall off.

So I will water him. I have special water to water my bad daddy with. A hot water than will make him tingle and sizzle. He will shout and cry, but I will not be gentle, because Miss Edith said so. Never be gentle to your bad daddy, she tells me, he was never gentle to you.

She is always right. He was mean. My bad daddy who stinks of sweetness and honeysuckle. He had been a very, very bad daddy, but I am not allowed to leave him to wither. I have to water him and make him all alive for the party when I have my angel blood.

Soon, my daisies and I will live again and we will be bigger and stronger.

When my white-faced friend starts smiling in the sky, when we visit the Holy place with our special curse, when we start our special, magic little party, it will all make me and my daisies strong.

It will make me stronger than all of them. My Spike and my Angel – a day will come when they are both weak and withered and they won’t be any good anymore, they will love the Slayer with all her goodness and brightness. They won’t kill for me or fight.

They will wither and curl up but I will be strong forever.

I will never wither again.


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