Chapter Seven Disclaimer
The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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Drusilla has discovered what Andrew has been up to. Xander gets a visit from the cops. Chapter Seven Part One
She was just so very angry. How could that horrible boy do those things? Wouldn’t his precious soul stop him? Oooooh!! It just made her so mad. Dru stamped her feet over and over again in frustration and fury.
There were so many things she had to do and very little time. But, the question was how? How was she was supposed to do these things and
make sure Sandy doesn’t get in trouble? If they knew she and Sandy were friends, she probably would never see him again. Tears started flowing down her cheeks. She just couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t!!
She put on a new frock and decided to make a cup of tea. As she walked into her little kitchen, she looked towards the telephone. Frowning, she walked towards it, her hand stretching towards the handset. Maybe Xander? Should I call him? No!
She couldn’t. He probably would help. But, she’d have to tell him what she had done to Andrew. She couldn’t put him in that position. She cared for him too much.
She put the tea kettle on to boil and began to think. She had stopped Andrew. He wasn’t a threat to Sandy anymore. No, but what Andrew had set in motion, those were threats. She stamped her feet in frustration. She had known something was wrong with Daddy. She should’ve done more. If she had acted sooner…
She jumped as the teakettle whistled. Pouring the hot water into the teapot, she snarled. No use crying over spilt milk
, she thought to herself. What she had to do was come up with a plan. She somehow had to save both Daddy and Mr. Giles. What she had discovered that Andrew had done…
She needed to make a plan. Paper! She needed paper and a pen! She jumped up and down in excitement. She could do this! She planned the end of the world, hadn’t she? She could do this! She poured a cup of tea and then she began to search for paper and pen. Part Two
Willow looked over the lab results of Angel’s blood, frowning. Analyzing a vampire’s blood wasn’t like analyzing the blood of any living creature. There were no living things in it. Also, there were so many foreign particles in the blood. The other big problem was the fact that there was no baseline. You couldn’t really know what belonged and what didn’t. You didn’t even know what the high and low limits were.
And, on top of all that, you had to do the analysis from scratch. She couldn’t just send it to the local hospital to be analyzed. There would be just too many questions.
Willow groaned wiping her face with her hand. What was she going to do? It had to be something on the inside to affect Angel this way. But what? And, even if they did figure it out, would they be in time?
“Hey, Wills.” Willow jumped at the sound of Buffy’s voice. Looking down at the lab results, she flinched. She couldn’t lie to save her life. She was going to have to tell Buffy what was going on. Looking at her friend, she saw how tired she was. It was tearing her apart, spending all that time at the hospital with Giles. She was going to make herself sick if she kept this up. “Any news?”
“N-news?” Willow’s heart jumped in her chest. Did she know?
Buffy frowned at her friend. She was awfully jumpy. Either she’d drunk too much coffee again or… “Willow! What is going on?”
Willow moaned. She knew she’d be caught out. Looking up guiltily, she motioned to the other chair. “I’m sorry, Buffy. I was trying to look out for you. You’ve been so worried about Giles; I didn’t want to put anything else on your shoulders.”
Buffy sat down and grabbed Willow’s hands. “I know. This is probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. But I need to know I can count on you. You, me, and Xan – we can do anything – as long as we’re together. Okay?”
Tears welled in Willow’s eyes. She nodded sadly. “Yes. You’re right. Okay, you’re not going to like this. But Faith and Spike say that Angel is in a real bad way. They think he’s been poisoned or something. So they sent me some of his blood to see if I can find out what’s wrong.”
She flinched as she heard her friend stifle a sob. She knew it was going to be too much for Buffy. Impulsively, she enveloped her friend in an embrace. “It’s going to be alright, Buffy. Think of all the things he’s gotten through. I mean if he can survive being sent to a hell dimension and fighting the hosts of hell, as well as fighting you. I think he can survive a little doping.”
Buffy calmed down and tried to put a smile on her face as she backed out of the embrace. She really didn’t know how much more she could take. But Willow was right. “Do we know what he was poisoned with? Was it the same stuff as last time? Maybe Slayer blood…”
Willow exhaled in relief. She passed the lab results over to Buffy. She smiled as her friend’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “It’s okay, Buffy. It’s just as confusing to me. I just have a problem. How do you know what can belong in a vampire’s system and what can’t?”
Buffy started to roll this around in her head. She passed the papers back over to Willow and continued to think as she watched her friend get to work. She began to think out loud. “Well, if you are what you eat, a vampire should be made up of the blood he takes in. So we should look for something that wouldn’t be in pigs’ blood?”
Willow’s eyes went wide as she started fidgeting wildly on her chair. She logged on to her computer and started typing madly. Buffy looked on in amazement and, more importantly, silence. She knew better than interrupting her friend when she got like this. Part Three
Xander looked around nervously. The waiting room was practically antiseptic. He supposed the walls were supposed to be white, but the fluorescent lights gave it a sickly greenish tinge. He began to think he was feeling seasick. They had left him alone and he was sure they had done it on purpose.
One whole wall was taken up by a large window with a curtain on the opposite side. He’d been in a room very like this when he was still in high school. It was in one of the local cemeteries. Then, when they opened the curtain, they watched a vampire rise and then crash through the window to attack them. But, this, he hoped, would be different.
First of all, it was still daylight – at least outside. History had shown that vampires always waited until sunset to rise. Secondly, this was the police. Something was up. Something big. He probably should have called Buffy or Willow, but they were too busy with Giles. So, he decided to just see how bad it was going to be first. At least it meant he had an excuse to stay from Andrew.
He groaned. Unless, of course, this was Andrew’s fault. Just as he was about to imagine what trouble the dork had caused this time, the door opened suddenly. Two men entered the room. These guys were in suits, so he figured they must be detectives of some kind. He sure hoped he wasn’t in too much trouble.
“Mr. Harris?” The shorter one asked. He reached inside his jacket and extracted his badge. Just like on TV
, he thought to himself. “My name is Detective Inspector Southwick and this is Detective Sergeant Coram. We understand you know a Mr. Andrew Wells. I believe he works for you?”
“Well, um, I guess.” Now he was really nervous. What had Andrew done this time?
“You either know him or you don’t, Mr. Harris.” The taller man barked this out. The Sergeant. He must be Bad Cop.
“Yeah, I do, I do know him. It’s just – well – he doesn’t work for me. Not exactly.” Oh, God. He sounded like a complete idiot. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to get himself arrested. And he didn’t even know what the crime was yet.
“When was the last time you saw him?” The short guy asked pleasantly. Good Cop, apparently.
“Um, well, it would’ve been about two – maybe three weeks ago.”
“We found some evidence that he came to town to see you.”
Xander was horrified to feel himself blush in shame. “Yeah, I was supposed to but… I… Well, I… That is…”
“Mr. Harris! Would you just spit it out!” Bad Cop.
He flinched at the tone in Bad Cop’s voice. “Okay, okay. The thing is, I don’t really like Andrew that much. I was supposed to see him last night. I… Well, I just didn’t want to. I was trying to avoid him. I went to a friend’s house. When I came back to the house, they said he’d never shown.”
The two police inspectors exchanged a look, sending Xander’s blood pressure through the ceiling. Moving nervously from one foot to another, he tried to look the detectives in the eye and failed miserably. “I… Has something happened to Andrew?”
“Does Mr. Wells have any family, Mr. Harris?” The lead inspector asked abruptly.
Xander laughed nervously. Yeah, right. They’re at the bottom of a giant sinkhole.
“No. His parents are dead. His family was us. The people he worked with.”
“And you hated him.”
Xander started. “No! Not hate. He annoyed me. If you had met him, you’d be driven crazy by him too. Listen to me, what do you know about Andrew? Do you know anything about him personally?”
“Why don’t you tell us?”
“He’s the kind of kid whose only friends were other geeks like him. He was the type of guy who actually thought Middle Earth and the Starship Enterprise really existed.” Xander took a deep breath, relaxing somewhat when he heard one of the detectives snort in disgust. “So, I just didn’t want to talk to him. He’d been demoted recently at work. It really pissed him off.”
“I see. Where did you go yesterday? Would it have been in the East End?”
Xander gasped in surprise. “Uh… yeah, I have a friend that I visit.”
The detectives exchanged a knowing look. Xander blushed. He knew what they were thinking. “Hey! I know what that look meant. It’s not like that. It’s just… well, my friends have a history with her… and my boss’d probably fire me if he knew I was seeing her. It’s not intimate or anything like that. We just like the same movies and we talk and…”
The Bad Cop raised and eyebrow. He was apparently very interested in that “and”. “And what, Mr. Harris? Something kinky? Trust me, we’ve heard it all.”
Xander smiled, chuckling under his breath. “No… no… nothing like that. Not with her
. No, she makes me cream teas and desserts and stuff. You guys heard of that clotted cream stuff? It’s unreal. We don’t have nothing like that back home.”
Coram chuckled. Yeah, he wouldn’t think so. He’d gone on a training trip to the States to learn new techniques at their FBI Academy. He’d been very surprised at just how tasteless some of their food could be. Xander looked up in surprise. So, Bad Cop isn’t really that bad after all!
“So, Mr. Harris. Would you be surprised that Mr. Wells had been in the East End yesterday too?” He smiled at Xander’s shocked face. “Yes, we have a witness that states that Mr. Wells was following someone on the bus to the East End. He reported letting him off near a neighborhood commonly known as Dracula’s End.”
Xander gasped. “Dracula’s End? That’s where… He was following me? Why?”
“We were going to ask you the same question.”
“I… I didn’t know. I never saw him. I got off the bus and walked to my friend’s house. I got caught in the rain. As soon as I got to her door, she rushed me in clucking over me. She made me eat soup. I think she thought I was going to catch cold. She always worried about me in London weather. She said California people didn’t understand REAL weather.” Xander laughed nervously.
“What is your friend’s name?”
Xander paled. Should he tell them? If they pissed her off, it could get bad. Then again, they’d be suspicious if he didn’t.
The detectives exchanged a look again. Then the Good Cop spoke. “Is there a problem, Mr. Harris? Maybe your friend is married?”
Xander giggled nervously. “No, no, she’s not. I’m just worried about how she’ll react to being questioned by police. She’s a little sensitive. A little different.”
The short cop screwed up his eyes at that. “Different in what way?”
“Well… I guess she’s got some mild mental issues. She can be very innocent and simple, but then she can have a really bad temper as well.”
“I see. Her name?”
Xander closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “It’s Drusilla, Drusilla Aurelius.” Xander noticed one of the detectives frowning as he concentrated on his notebook. “Yeah, that’s different, isn’t it? It’s spelled A-U-R-E-L-I-U-S.”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Xander asked hesitantly. He probably knew the answer to the question. But he had to know, much as he didn’t want to hear the answer. He kept on looking at the curtain. He wanted to know if that was Andrew back there.
The two detectives retreated from Xander and began to whisper between themselves in the corner of the room. This did nothing to ease the quaking and shaking that seemed to be in every part of his body. He was sure there was nobody that could look as guilty as he did. Of course, he looked guilty most of the time. Everybody said so.
He tried to smile as the detectives approached him again. The short one began to speak. “Yes, Mr. Harris. Mr. Wells is dead. We can’t elaborate on the manner and method of his death, but we do know it was a homicide. Could you – Would you identify the body for us?”
Xander closed his eyes and nodded without speaking. He’d known this had been coming for some time. It wasn’t like he’d have to prepare much. He’d seen his first dead body as a teenager, and he had no idea how many he’d seen since then.
He opened his eyes and faced the curtain. He gasped as they opened it. It wasn’t the dead body that had shocked him; it was how fast they had opened the curtain. He had expected a nice slow opening to show a body on a stainless steel table covered with a white sheet.
He was on a stainless steel table and he was covered with a white sheet. However, that curtain had just whisked open, like someone wanted to see outside quick.
He focused his attention on the body on the table. You could see Andrew’s head and the top of his shoulders. Everything was very white. Even for Andrew. Being a computer geek, Andrew rarely got any sun as a rule. But this was much whiter. This was “a vampire has been really, really hungry” white. He examined the neck area as much as he could from the other side of the glass while two Scotland Yard detectives examined him as closely. There were no marks. He was untouched. Not even a bruise. Not so much as a scratch. He frowned. There were no signs of trauma. Of course, he wasn’t seeing all of Andrew. Maybe he’d been bitten somewhere else? Xander cringed as he imagined the different places the vampire could have attacked.
“Is that him, Mr. Harris? You seem very interested. What are your thoughts?”
“Uh… yes, that is him. He looks… he looks like he has no blood. But I don’t see where he lost the blood from. Maybe under the sheet?”
Xander jumped when the curtain was suddenly whisked shut behind him. Just as fast as it had been opened. He turned around to face the detectives. “Did it happen last night? Where was he found?”
“We’re asking the questions, Mr. Harris.” Bad Cop was back.
“It’s alright, Sergeant. Mr. Wells was found in a disused subway station in the East End. So, you have no idea why he followed you? Where would he have gone afterwards?”
“I would’ve thought he’d have gone back to the office. Why was he following me? No idea. Knowing Andrew, I’d have said that he wanted to see what I was up to. After his demotion, he got very strange. He was a very conspiracy-oriented type of guy. But he got even more paranoid. Maybe he was trying to get some dirt on me. Just a guess.”
The detective nodded. “I see. You said that your boss and your friends would disapprove of you seeing this Drusilla.”
“Um… yes. They’d be angry if they found out. Hurt and angry.” Xander paused to think about that. Yeah, they’d be furious. And after the girls beat the crap out of him, Buffy’d go off stake Dru. “Yeah, it would be bad.”
“So what would you or Drusilla do to stop this?” This was Good Cop sounding a bit bad. Oh, this was so screwed up!
“I… I wouldn’t… couldn’t do anything!! And Dru didn’t do anything either! We didn’t even know anything!” He was getting frantic now. Mostly because he knew that Dru was quite capable of it. There was just the fact that there were no bite marks on the body. That you could see.
There were no nail marks on the body. That you could see. You know that she could do this, that she would do this. The question is: did she know that he knew? Did Andrew know?
“This is all… um… what’s the word? You know, when you’re just making guesses? It’s that. We don’t know if Andrew even saw anything. Do we? And if he did, I certainly didn’t know he knew. That means Dru wouldn’t have known?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is conjecture, Mr. Harris. And you’re doing a little of it yourself assuming that this Drusilla couldn’t have known. She could have found out after or during your visit and just didn’t tell you.”
“Or of course you could be lying to us, too.” Bad Cop again.
“Well, anyway, we’d like to thank you for talking to us. We’ll be in touch.”
Xander coughed involuntarily. “Th-that’s it? I can go?”
“Yes, have a nice day, Mr. Harris.”
He giggled. Yeah, right.
“Will you be talking to Dru?”
The short cop opened the door, nearly pushing him out. “Good night, Mr. Harris.”
Xander found himself in the hallway looking at a closed door. Oh, this is so, so bad. What am I going to do? I can’t really talk to the girls. And what’s going to happen when they corner an insane vampire in her own house? It’s going to look real bad if their bloodless corpses show up somewhere. And, if that happens, I’m going to have to send Vi or Buffy or one of the other girls after my best friend.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sharp contraction in his chest. He seemed to hurting more than he’d think for a friend, but that’s all she was. That’s all she was.