Chapter Fourteen: Brothers and Sisters, and Shoes!
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Chapter Fourteen: Brothers and Sisters, and Shoes!
When Buffy finally opened her eyes, a worn out looking Xander sat on one side of her holding her hand, and a teary looking Drusilla sat on her other side. The Clock chimed 3:00 am. Mina and Vlad sat on a settee at the end of the bed looking very worried.
Xander had a bandage low on his neck, and a worried look in his eyes. Drusilla sat with her head down watching her hands which were folded nervously on her lap.
“Xander,” Buffy croaked.
“Buffy, how are you feeling” he asked the concern naked in his voice?
“Really, really thirsty,” was her instant reply, then she added with a tired smile, “Slayer healing gotta love it.”
Mina rose and poured a glass of water from a crystal pitcher on a side table. “Here you go, dear.” She sounded relieved.
“I had ta’ kill m’self Slayer. I got there too late to keep that me from hurtin’ you and the Kitten. I’m sorry don’t hate this me.” Buffy noticed big salty tears rolling down the face of the vampiress, a bit of her old insanity showing.
“Oh God, Drusilla, I don’t hate you! Sweetie you saved us both! You proved to me that you are a…a trusted…friend!” Buffy’s voice was raw but sincere. She drank at the proffered water in big gulps to try to lubricate her parched throat. Tears appeared in the Slayers eyes. Drusilla had done something she did not know if she could ever do. She KILLED her doppelganger; in essence she had killed herself!
Dru’s head came up slowly, and she looked over at Buffy, “da’ ya’ mean it? I’m your friend?”
“Yes Drusilla Cassandra Hawkins you are my friend, you are my brave, and trusted friend. Girl you saved my brand=spankin’-new husband and me both!” Buffy said her tears now flowing freely. Xander gripped her hand tightly.
“Dru, look…I mean…Dru your…our buddy. You can…can call me Kitten anytime your little unbeating heart desires. Cripes you save me from…well from an old crazy you! You are the bomb! You’re a hero…heroine…whatever! You saved me and my wife…Oh Lord…my wife! Buffy you’re my wife…of course you know that! We’re married! Oh God, this is a Willow babble isn’t it. Oh man it is; it’s catching! Ok, shutting up now.”
Drusilla and Buffy both began to laugh through the tears. Good old Xander, he did it on purpose! Buffy knew he always used humor to defuse a tense situation. He was a master at it, and it was not an unconscious thing! He did it consciously; he could look at a scene and always knew just the right thing to say to take everyone’s mind off the tenseness. He really was The One Who Sees!
“Xander’s Primal Hyena appears to have conferred accelerated healing on him as well as greater strength, and speed. If the other vampiress hadn’t drugged you and struck him a truly stunning blow he might have been able to fight her off. Be that as it may he is almost recovered from his ordeal, as you seem to be as well!” Mina informed Buffy. “You both should pass muster well in time for the ball tonight.”
“That’s right the Royal Ball is tonight! We get to meet our second Queen of England tonight.” Xander said proudly.
“You’ve met Victoria the Second in your world,” asked Vlad?
“No, actually in our world the Queen of England is Elizabeth the Second?” Buffy said.
“Victoria was just crowned two years ago when her father Edward the Fifth died of heart failure. She’s only a young woman of 25! She is yet unmarried, but that will likely change in the near future,” Mina said in a slightly gossipy tone, then she laughed, “Vlad hopes she marries Michael, the youngest son of old Prince Radu Florescu of Rumania, but my money is on Prince Jurgen of the Netherlands.”
“Vlad, May I ask a favor,” Xander asked quietly, “Would you see if Sir Wesley would obtain and invitation for my sister…Drusilla, to attend with us as a guest?”
Buffy raised both eyebrows, and said, “That is quite an excellent idea my dear, I’m glad I thought of it!”
“Don’t be silly Kitten,” purred Drusilla. “How can I be your sister? I’m very English, and you are so very California, American!”
“If Valley Girl Buffy can be English Mina’s sister you can be mine,” Xander explained. “I grew up with my mom in the N.A.U.S. (see I remembered) and you grew up with our dad in London. Buffy grew up with her mum in California, like Mina grew up with her dad in Whitby! I met Buffy through you cuz’ you and Mina were school friends. See I got it all worked out. My dad’s name was...”
“Adam…er Sir Adam Harris,” interjected Dru.
“And your mom’s name was Jessica.” Xander continued.
“Buffy our father’s name was Seamus Murray,” said Mina.
“And our mom’s name was Joyce,” Buffy said softly, “and she loved us both very much…very much.” Once more her eyes glistened with tears. She missed her mother even after all these years.
“That is curious indeed, my mother’s name was Joyce Anne Murray, and her maiden name was Harris,” said Mina. “So many coincidences.”
“Want to hear another Buffy’s mom’s maiden name was Murray, same as your's, and my mom’s maiden name was Hawkins,same as Dru's,” said Xander cocking his head to one side, "curiouser, and curiouser!"
“Then where-oh-where did that damned LaVelle come from?” Asked Buffy.
“Old Grandma Harris was a LaVelle, and if I remember correctly she was a right nasty old bird! She was cranky, mean tempered and abusive and that was just to strangers, think what she was like at home!” Xander growled. “So anyway, on a lighter note it’s settled. Drusilla is my sister; we are Drusilla Cassandra Harris, Alexander LaVelle Harris, and my beautiful bride Buffy Anne Summers-Harris!”
“Make that Bethany Anne Summers-Harris, Dawn couldn’t say Bethany it came out Buffy and that stuck! "Funny, those memories are implanted, but they are as real as real can be! You weren’t listening when Pere Martine had us say our vows!” Buffy grumbled.
“To be fair Buff, I was uber-way to busy looking at the most glorious, fantastically beautiful angel ever to set foot on earth,” smiled her new husband!
“Then you are most forgiven husband-mine,” she smiled back.
“Are you alright to move about, dear sister,” asked Mina looking at Buffy?
In answer Buffy sprang from the bed, and though she wobbled a bit at first, she stood firm.
“In that case we ladies must chose our gowns for this evening’s ball,” Mina intoned haughtily!
“And shoes,” Buffy added!
“Gowns, AND shoes.” Drusilla affirmed.
“What is it with women and their shoes,” asked a perplexed Xander.
Dracula just shook his head slowly, and shrugged.