DISCLAIMER: I don't own the plot or dialogue of "Crush" (or any other phrases that seem familiar). I also don't own the characters. But can you imagine if I did? Two gorgeous vampires lying in wait in my bed...Hell! Let's pretend I'm bi for a teensy sec...Four gorgeous vampires lying in wait in my bed...yum...Okay, sorry, I'm back. Joss, ME, and all the other brilliant gods we worship own it all...I just fantasize and type.

PAIRINGS: FFFF (Fanged Four Family Fun)--S/Dru, A(us)/D, S/D, S/A(us), A(us)/Dru, D/Dru and any combination of the above (that means orgies, people, so if you're not comfortable with that--well, ask yourself why not because, in all honesty, you may need a doctor).

RATING: NC17

WARNINGS: sex, BDSM, bloodplay, het, slash, femslash, some violence and course language, and character death (none of the Fanged Four die...again...don't worry)

SUMMARY: What if Harmony's fingers had slipped on her crossbow in "Crush" and her arrow hit Buffy instead of Spike? This story starts off as Spike/Dru, but will soon develop into a Fanged Four reunion piece (a completely plausible one, or so I hope).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am open to a wide variety of pairings--it all depends on what mood I'm in. One of my all time favorites, if not my absolute favorite, is FFFF. I also firmly believe that Drusilla is the best match Spike has ever had, and will be until the glorious day when the walls between realities shift and Spike meets me. But in the mean time, I just want him to be happy. Whenever I watch "Crush"--one of my all-time favorite episodes--I always want Spike to end up with Dru. He would be so much happier! I finally decided I couldn't take it any more--I had to change the ending. The bit between the lines of *** at the beginning of this story is just the transcript of the scene from "Crush" that I'm so politely interrupting (thanks, buffyworld.com!). Feel free to skip that if you already know all the dialogue (don't be ashamed--I do, too). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it! Thanks to all my dear Betas: G.I.A.T.W.T. (Glee, In All The Wrong Things),Cold-blooded Jelly Donut, and Tragedy Beckons for your encouragement!

DISTRIBUTION: Want. Take. Have. Just please be sure to let me know so I can have a happy!

FEEDBACK: Please is not a strong enough word! This is my first fic ever, so I need the support to keep me going. I have been an avid BtVS and AtS fanfic reader for a few years now and have always wanted to write something. Now I finally am, and I want to make sure everything is completely canonical, in character, and 100% believable (redundant, I know, but I wanted to clarify). All it takes is a quick email to vampirevixonbtvs@yahoo.com and I'll love you forever!

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Spike awoke the next evening feeling better than he had in ages. He had nearly forgotten the strength that came with drinking human blood--the blood he was supposed to drink. Moreover, the sire's blood coursing through his veins had not only closed his wound, but made him feel like his old self--powerful, connected to his kind and his clan. His clan? Drusilla's words rang in his ears: "I want us to be a family again, my William." Well, if Dru wanted to go to Los Angeles, than they were going to Los Angeles. He could never deny his princess anything (especially after almost getting her killed). But as for this family reunion she seemed all nostalgic for, Spike only wanted to be with Dru. He'd let it play out to keep her happy; he didn't mind Darla in small doses, and he figured he could take care of this new fledgling version of her if she had anything more permanent in mind. Besides, with Buffy dead, he didn't think there was any way to get rid of Angel's soul, so Darla (patient creature that she wasn't) wouldn't stick around long.

Buffy dead...he couldn't believe that was true and he wasn't a.) a wet puddle of crying vampire or b.) dust. But he wasn't. The survival instinct that had kept him alive (so to speak) for over one hundred and twenty years kicked in and insisted that he had avenged Buffy's death by killing Harmony and now it was time to move on. Time to move on to what he really wanted: Drusilla.

Eyes still closed, Spike rolled onto his side and stretched his arm out to pull Drusilla against him. All he hit was empty space. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was that Drusilla was not in bed. He was about to call out for her to see if she was upstairs (or rather, uplatter) when he noticed three drops of blood in a neat row on the pillow next to him. A quick sniff told him the blood was about two hours old. Right, then--Dru should be back in an hour. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. He noticed that Drusilla had completely cleared away his Buffy shrine so it seemed as if it had never been there. Spike smiled to himself. He knew this was Dru's way of telling him that he was all hers again. "No argument here, pet," he thought to himself with a chuckle. He then saw that she'd found his suitcases and set them down in front of his dresser with the zippers open as an indication to pack his things.

He needed a shower first, he decided. Dru had removed his shoes while he slept, so he just stripped out of his jeans and unwound the bandage around his chest before getting into the makeshift shower he'd made by tapping into the clean water pipes running through the underground floor of his crypt. Fifteen minutes later, Spike was dressed in a clean black tee and fresh jeans, socks, and boots, his damp hair combed back into place. As he started packing his essential belongings, he heard a cute little voice calling him from the upper level.

"Spike? Spi-ike?"

"Down here, Red."

"Sorry for the barging in," Willow said as she descended the latter, "but the door was all unhingey..."

"Complements of Buffy," Spike stated as he raced to get his story straight in his head.

"Do you know where she is? Last night she said she was headed hereabouts and none of us has heard from her since."

"Gone M.I.A. again, has she? Well, I haven't seen her since she told me I didn't have a chance in hell with her and demanded that I make my merry way out of town. So..." He indicated the bags he was packing. "Said something about going patrolling, then she marched her little holier-than-thou self out of here."

"Thanks."

"I'm sure she'll turn up. She's not exactly known for keeping you lot in the loop."

Trying to justify how Buffy had disappeared for a whole day without so much as a phone call, Willow said, "Buffy's had a lot on her plate lately--what with her mom, Riley, and now Dawn..."

"'Spose I'm just a nummy side dish. Well, this dish is leaving Sunnyhell--for good. Packing up my specks and hauling out." Spike added a pathetic tone to his voice, "I'll just have to go away somewhere and get over her." He really hoped the witch was buying this. She was the cleverest one of the bunch, and his best hope of getting gone with Dru without fitting in an ashtray was to get her to believe he had nothing to do with Buffy's death.

Looking at Spike's sad face, Willow felt her maternal instincts kick in. She decided to put the missing Buffy issue on the back burner for a bit so she could comfort Spike (and, more importantly, make sure he really left). Besides, there was nothing to worry about; Buffy probably just wanted some space to think about things and ready herself for her next Glory confrontation. Yep, that must be it. Anywho, Xander, Anya, and a bag full of shiny weapons were already out checking the cemeteries for Buffy, so if Goddess forbid anything had happened to her while she was patrolling, they could take care of her. Back to the business at hand: Comforting Spike and guaranteeing he got gone.

"I think it's of the good that you're leaving town. For you, I mean." Spike raised an eyebrow. "No, really! It'll be a fresh start for you. Where are you gonna go?"

"Don't know. Haven't really thought that far ahead." He wanted to keep her as far off his tail as possible, so he added, "Maybe the Caribbean--haven't been there in ages."

"Oooo, fun! You can relax, lay out by the beach in the su--uh...moonlight, eat exotic food--of the non-human variety," sitting down next to him on the bed, she nudged him lightly in the ribs, "and maybe meet a nice island-girl demon."

"You think?" he asked, with a small smile. Let her believe she was comforting him. After all, she was trying so adorably hard at it.

"Well, sure. A good-looking vamp like you--why, you'll get snatched up in a New York second." She paused. "Or a Caribbean second," she corrected thoughtfully.

"Yeah, the bad boy thing does it for some of them. Some people just like the leather, y'know?"

"Tell me about it! Around two years ago, the vamp version of me did a dimension hop and held up a bunch of Sunnydale High students at the Bronze. She looked just like me, but she was this leather-clad, corset wearing skank with a major bondage fetish and dark nail polish!" Willow had ick-face.

"Wish I could of been there, pet."

She blushed. "So I go back to school after...all latee datee da everything's normal, and all these guys who hadn't said three consecutive words to me in ever started to make with the flirting!"

"It figures. Stupid schoolbrats wouldn't know a riding crop if it hit them in the arse."

Willow blushed even brighter. No matter how much older or more experienced she got, sexy talk still brought the blood rushing to her cheeks. Spike continued: "As soon as they thought you could go dom, they were all over you like cheap suits." "Or cheap leather," Willow piped up. She made one of her frantic hand gestures as she thought of something: "Like cheap leather suits! Plus, she was all with the homoerotic references. Can you say 'Foreshadow much?'" Willow rolled her eyes.

Spike grinned and shook his head. "But it all worked out. Now you're in an annoyingly healthy relationship with your non-demon bird and, judging from the multiple choruses of 'We Are Family' a few weeks ago, your mates are all sickeningly supportive."

"Yeah," Willow sighed with a huge smile, "I'm pretty much doing the happy dance 24-7."

"Dancing 24-7, are you?" Spike said with a smirk as he raised an eyebrow suggestively. He couldn't help it; it was too easy.

Willow's large eyes widened as she caught the meaning of his innuendo. "Not that happy dance!" she laughed as she lightly swatted his arm. Wait. Was she joking around--with *Spike*? Even though everything was...How had Buffy put it?...still Chips Ahoy in Spike's head, Willow figured she should wrap this up. "Well, you'll be happy in the Caribbean, or wherever else you decide to go. But Spike, the else really needs to be someplace that's away...far away--for your and Buffy's sakes." Willow put on her resolve-face to show Spike she meant every word she said.

"Oh, it will be. I want to get so far away from here, I'd go over the sodding rainbow if I could."

Convinced that Spike really was leaving, Willow decided to get going. "I should probably go and check in with the gang. See if any of them has heard from Buffy yet."

"I'm sure they have by now."

"Well, have a safe, sunless trip," Willow said with a cheery smile as she walked over to the latter and began to climb it.

"Red?" She stopped climbing and turned her head. "Say my good-byes to the Platelet, will you?"

Willow saw the sincerity in his eyes, and nodded shyly before ascending the rest of the way up the short latter and exiting the crypt. Spike really was an okay guy, she thought. Now, where was Buffy?

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Spike let out an unnecessary breath as he realized that the witch had bought every word he'd sold her. He hoped his story corresponded to whatever Dru had done with the body. He just wanted to be done with it--leave town with Dru and start over. Speaking of Drusilla...

He turned around and saw his girl walking slowly towards him from the shadows where his crypt met the lovely Sunnydale sewers. "Been there long, luv?" He had been so caught up in proving his innocence to Willow that he hadn't even sensed her presence.

"The little girl has power. I could taste it." She licked her lips. "Like unripe strawberries." The lucidity returned to her eyes. "Shall we finish packing?" She took the last stack of clean black T-shirts from the open dresser drawer and placed them delicately in the suitcase.

"Wait, pet. What did you do with the body?"

She walked right up to him with a mischievous smile. "Lost amongst the headstones and surrounded by" she flicked her wrist with each of her next words "little piles of dust. Crossbow on the ground and the arrow still" she snapped her teeth loudly "biting her chest like a wolf. Whatever will they think?" she asked with a wide grin.

The wheels in Spike's head spun as everything clicked into place. "A mass vampire attack...Pet, you're bloody brilliant!" He lifted her easily into the air in his excitement and kissed her. As he slowly lowered her to the ground, the kiss became more insistent. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't kissed her since early yesterday night before their little escapade to the Bronze. He never wanted that much time to pass between kisses again. But just as he tightened his grip on her waist and sought entrance into her mouth, Drusilla pulled back and pointed a finger at him scoldingly.

"Packing before pleasure...then every tongue shall have his day." She slided free of his grip and sashayed back over to the suitcase. That woman was going to be the bleedin' death of him. Again.

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After they had finished packing up everything worth keeping, Dru could sense her childe's boredom. "Don't fret, dearheart. Soon we will be riding together into the sunset."

"Yeah...riding into the--oh bloody hell! The Desoto--all the sodding black paint's chipped off. We'll hafta make a trip to the hardware store and nick some in case we hit traffic and wind up driving after sun-up. You don't mind, do you princess?"

Dru swayed her body slightly. "Ooo...shiny red letters are coming to call." She looked directly at Spike and added (just to be clear), "but I don't want to bake a cake today--too loud." She covered her ears with her pale hands and began to moan.

He was holding her against him in an instant. "Shh, luv, shh. No one expects you to be Betty bleedin' Crocker," he soothed her as he kissed her hair and stroked her arms until she lowered her hands and rested her head against his chest. "But we can pick up a nice treat after I paint the car windows. Whatever you want, whatever my princess wants. A randy teenager, a plunp toddler," she looked up at him, getting excited. He raised an eyebrow. "A young virgin..."

"Ooo, yeah. I want a treat."

"Then a treat's what you'll have," he said as he picked up the bags and ascended the latter so that he could put them down on the upper level and offer the lady his hand. She placed her palm in his larger one and daintily made her way up the latter, lifting her full skirt up slightly with her other hand. When they reached the door of the crypt, Spike looked around at the place he had called home for the last year and couldn't help feeling...damned happy to be leaving. Good bloody riddance! When he opened the door for Drusilla on their way out, she did not even think to question him.

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Fifteen minutes later, Spike took the paint and the brush into the alley behind the hardware store and began to paint. He and his sire had found the shop empty except for the clerk, whose body now lay lifeless behind the counter--killed by Dru, drained by them both. As Spike began his task, Drusilla told him she had an important errand to run.

"Just be sure not to attract attention, luv. Last thing we need is one of the meddling Scooby gang sighting you."

"Sneaky as serpent up a daffodil," she promised. Then she placed a feather-light kiss on his lips and glided away.

When she returned, the paint was all but dry and Spike was leaning against the hood smoking a cigarette. He immediately saw the reason for her errand: Close against her chest, Dru clutched a small brunette doll complete with a magenta ribbon tied across her eyes.

"Who've you got there, poodle? Miss Anne?"

"She has been a naughty girl. I had to keep her in the attic where she couldn't see a thing." Dru held the doll up to eye level and peered at her lovingly. "But Mummy would never leave you there." She then opened the car trunk and gently lay Miss Anne down. To make certain she was comfortable, Dru propped the doll's head on one of the suitcases, making it her pillow. She pointed a slender finger at the porcelain face and said sternly, "You stay there now--and hush up." Closing the trunk and turning to Spike, she smiled mischievously. "I get a treat."

"Right you are, ducks."

She stepped right up close to him and he gripped her small waist in his strong hands. He pressed his lips against hers in what at first seemed merely a sweet sign of affection, but soon turned into a possession. >From the way his hands pulled her flush against him and the way his tongue claimed her mouth, Drusilla could tell her boy was back--and this time she would never let him go.

"What do you fancy, then?" He asked as their lips parted. Spike wanted to get her her treat as soon as possible so they could move on to other *more entertaining* activities.

"I spotted him earlier...radiating with power." She paused, perplexed. "I think it was a he." Her eyes closed as she remembered. "But I saw long golden hair and heard a woman screaming inside his skull."

"Right then. Can you point him out?" Spike wanted to hurry things along. Dru clasped Spike's hand in her's and guided him out onto the street. Sure enough, the man was still reading a newspaper at the newsstand she had seen him at on her way back from the train station with Miss Anne. The only other person around was a young girl reading a Cosmo. The stand's salesman was nowhere to be seen, which explained why the two strangers were staying and reading instead of buying and leaving. The moment Dru approached the stand, she quickly snapped both necks and tossed the girl to Spike. He licked his lips as he stared at the warm neck and felt his face change. He sank his fangs into the soft flesh and let the sweet liquor flow down his throat. The girl had been a virgin and wave after wave of sexual desire hit Spike's eager tongue. Licking this lips clean of the last few remnants of blood, he let the drained body drop to the ground and looked up to see what his mate was doing.

Drusilla was sucking every last drop from her victim and letting little moans of pleasure escape from her throat as she did so. When she finally let the body fall and her features shift back into place, her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was pulled back in a wild smile. "She tasted like snake's blood," her eyes glittered, "and insanity."

"Don't you mean he, love?"

"Pthe!" she spat. "He tasted like hospital food." She extended her arms out to the sides and began to spin around frantically, chanting, "So much power...two in one..."

"You make him sound like a hair care product, " Spike joked. He was confused by both her language and her behavior, but the new blood coursing through his body distracted him. His insides were on fire and he knew only one way to put them out. As he looked at his love's delicate frame spinning wildly, he couldn't wait any longer. He again gripped her waist--this time to halt her motion--and pulled her to him for another searing kiss. The power-induced high Dru was riding added frenzy to her movements as she reached her hands up to tangle in this hair and kissed him back fiercely. As Drusilla bit lightly but intensely on his lower lip, Spike lifted her up and didn't let her feet touch the pavement again until he had her against a stone wall in the alley off the newsstand.

Caught up in the battle of tongues and the power surging through her body, Dru didn't notice the new position until Spike ground his hips against hers and she could feel his erection even through the layers of her skirt. She was trapped--trapped between a rock and a hard place: a *very* hard place.

Spike's lips moved to lick and nip at her neck and she pushed the duster off his shoulders, down his arms, to the floor. She instantly pushed her hands up under his T-shirt and both gasped aloud at the electric charge of flesh against flesh. As quickly as the feeling had occurred, however, it left both vampires with the need for more. It was never enough, never enough contact. Bodies hot from the kill, both felt increasingly restricted by the clothing that separated them. Dru scratched her perfect fingernails down Spike's smooth back as he planted a series of fevered kisses along the low neckline of her dress. As his hands rubbed erotically up and down her sides, all she wanted was for the thick black fabric of her dress' bodice to disintegrate so she could feel his hands on her bare flesh. When his thumbs fleetingly caressed the fabric over her hardened nipples, she couldn't take it anymore.

She reached down to cup his erection and he thrust against her hand through the course denim. As he recaptured her lips, she undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and he groaned into her mouth when she gripped his impressive length in her small hand. Their eyes locked and registered their mutual need. This was not the time for slow and teasing. They had waited long enough; they had waited too long. Time seemed to slow as Drusilla hiked up her skirts, wrapped her leg around him, and impaled herself on his cock. Both moaned loudly and Spike was glad the neighboring street was deserted at this late hour.

They set a frantic pace, unable to get enough of each other. Hands were everywhere: his back, his hair, his ass, her arms, her sides, her legs. She felt the scrape of the wall as he pounded into her. With him inside her to the hilt, she finally felt complete. She hadn't been this fulfilled since the last time their bodies interlocked.

"Key in the lock...going home..."

"Love you, baby...God, love you so much..."

The pace continued to quicken as both their orgasms approached. He thrust forcefully and her inner muscles fought to keep him inside her as she felt the tension within her about to snap. His head spun and his borrowed blood boiled as he squeezed her cloaked breast and thrust impossibly deeper, continually hitting the spot deep inside her that made her keen in pleasure. As her channel began to quiver around him, she leaned her head forward against his neck and bit down hard with human teeth on the scar she had created there so long ago. The poetry hit them both and combined with the carnal sensations to catapult them over the edge as they thrashed against each other in overwhelming bliss.

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It took them both a good long while of holding each other against the alleyway wall and panting for unneeded breath before the lovers had regained the strength necessary to walk back to the Desoto. Arms wrapped around each other's waists, Spike and Dru stepped over the two corpses. Drusilla nodded her head at her now-dead dinner. "That one had no name," she commented.

"Sure he did." Spike glanced down at the nametag hanging around the lifeless neck. "It was Ben."

Once across the street, Spike opened the passenger's side door for Dru and then seated himself behind the wheel and started the ignition. "Well, princess, next stop LA LA land."

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A/N: Don't worry, I promise Spike and Dru will be naked next time, but they just couldn't wait any longer--and I figured you couldn't either ;) . I thought their first time should be more urgent, but I promise both some vanilla romance and some kinky fun in the future. Questions? Comments? Blind Praise? Constructive Criticism? Email me at vampirevixonbtvs@yahoo.com. You can also email me if you're one of those people who likes to identify every episode reference in a story and I will try to send you a complete list. I'd also like to dedicate Spike calling Dru "ducks" to my beta G.I.A.T.W.T. because she "love[s] it when he calls her that!" For all you Dru obsessors out there, here's a challenge: Why did I name Dru's brunette doll Miss Anne? The answer will come when I update. Don't forget, feedback makes updates come faster! I sincerely hope you enjoyed the first two chapters; thank you for reading.