Rating: I'm not all that familiar with the american system, but I'd settle for a PG-15 on this one

Spoiler: I'll go for tough this time: Why does Dru like Angel and Spike so much? Anyway, they're so right for each other...

Disclaimer: God I wish I was Joss Whedon. That way, I'd own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Note: People may notice I'm not very familiar with Buffy and its characters. Trth is, the last episode I've seen was "Graduation Day". And I haven't seen that many episodes in all. So forgive me for any inaccuracies.

"I'm hungry, lambkin. Let's go eat."

I love it when he says that. It makes me tingle. The very thought of us two coming out of this dreadful dark place where we live to see him eat up people... Oooh. I wish we could do it more often, but I wouldn't want him to have a tummy ache.

I like him. And Angel, but then Angel can be mean sometimes. Like when he slaughtered my family and stopped me from locking myself up in a convent. Though I'm not sure I would have liked that. And he's such a treasure, I can't refuse him anything. When he's sad, he makes this funny face I like so much. But Spike... It's not quite the same. So much fun being with him on the hunt. He's my little puppy.

That's why I need to protect them. Both. Though it's nice when they fight over me, I need them both. And neither seem to like that, I don't know why. Anyway, we're living happily underground at the moment, away from that dreadful slayer girl.

The slayer. She almost took my Angel away from me. The worst thing is, he had changed ever since that spell. And though he was supposed to be unhappy all the time, he seemed to like it. Because he was with her.If it hadn't been for her, things would have gone on just fine. We would have gotten him back. Easy. I can be really convincing when I want something. Find a gypsy, and threaten to scratch his eyes out. That usually works. But the funniest part is that I always scatch his eyes out whether he helps me or not. But it would have been for a good cause this time. For Angel. I can't stand seeing him sad all the time.

That's not the only thing, though. Otherwise I would be acting selfish. The moon tells me about him sometimes, in my sleep. He talks to me and tells me he's sorry for what he's done. I tell him all is forgiven. I don't know why. Like there's anything to forgive. I like myself that way, I like us, I like the way we are. Just now, Spike's running about, showing the way out of our little hidey-hole. I'm sorry he's gotten better. I used to feed him every day when he was in that wheelchair. Sometimes I think about breaking his spine just so things could be as they were before,when Angel came back.

He's gone, now. He lost his soul and got it back, and lost it and got it back again. Why doesn't he make his mind up? God knows why he keeps coming back to her... But every time he does, it's because she's done something about it. Cheat. Psss. Can't she see we're happy together?

Thank goodness I've got Spike. So cute, so unselfish. I love the way he ripped that heart off that boy just now to give it to me. He knows my favorites. He gave me that nice demon for my birthday, and the Judge, and the load of orphans, and the satanists. I loved them too, they really thought I was a goddess, and they were like, "Please have a drink". Like those can dispensers they have nowadays, that you can break open and all the cans spew out, and it's free! That was a nice thought.

The moon tells me about Spike too, sometimes. How he became a vampire. But it tells me he was just the same before as he is now. He's kept his soul all that time, and Angel hasn't. Why? Maybe my Spike didn't have a soul in the first place. Have I still got my soul?

I don't think so. I can't remember much from before I met Angel. People didn't like me, that's for sure. When I went around telling people their aunt had just died, they didn't like it. I can't see why. Death's nice, if you're not alone. That's why I tend to kill them in groups, so they can have fun together. I always say thank you, after all they gave me food.

So why do these voices come to me in the middle of the day, when I'm sleeping deeply, to scream and scream? Nasty voices. Sometimes they make me want to scream, too. They just won't stop. It's likeradio you can't turn off. Eugh. Thank god for Spike.