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Title : Never NeverLand
Author : petzipellepingo
Characters : Spike, Drusilla
Setting : Pre-Series
Fandoms : Buffy
Rating : PG-13


Christmas had come and gone and Dru was bored. All her pretty presents had been opened. The new dresses had been tried on and admired, the brooches and earrings fondled and spun through the air, the soft woolen cloak dyed the color of old blood already worn. It was December 27th and Spike’s Dark Princess needed to be entertained....

They sauntered aimlessly until Dru spied a group of young children being led along St. Martin’s Lane. They had been groomed to perfection and walked in a solemn unit until they reached the Duke of York’s Theatre. Spike looked on in amazement as they were greeted and ushered into the theatre, what on earth could those babes be doing at a performance.

“My Spike, we must go in and see what draws the children,” Dru commanded. Spike walked briskly to the Box Office and purchased two tickets to the balcony section.
There were only three children in the balcony but he could detect other small groups scattered about the playhouse. And then the curtain rose.

Dru clutched his arm so ferociously that she tore through the material as she sat spellbound by the tale of the boy who refused to grow up. When Peter announced that when a baby laughs for the first time a fairy is born, Dru sighed in ecstasy. She leaned close to Spike and whispered, “When a baby dies, do you think a dark fairy is born? Shall I create an army of dark fairies? Wouldn’t that be wonderful? I could be their leader and take them on many adventures just like Peter.”

The play ended, the lights went up; Dru carefully watched the children being collected and ushered out of the building. A cold, bitter wind blew along the streets as Spike and Dru stalked their prey. When they turned down a darkened alley, Dru snatched the two children dawdling in the rear and pulling them under her cloak ran back to Spike to unveil her prize. Two little girls with tear stained eyes peered at them and began to whimper softly. “Now now, my treasures, “ said Dru, “we are going to Neverland to see if we can find the fairies.” The children’s faces lit up and the ghost of a smile appeared. Dru seized the first girl and Spike the other and drank their fill.

Dru ran towards the end of the block where the gaslight shone and peered into the night sky. “Can you see them Spike?” “Can you see them?” “Yes my Love, the dark fairies are everywhere”. “Then we shall go back tomorrow and tomorrow and the next day until the night is filled with them.” “Won’t that be a wonderful sight?”

Spike could only hope this would entertain her until he could find a New Year’s diversion. He’d had his eye on one of those new Crossley’s which were advertised as “the English Mercedes”. Horseless carriages were the coming thing and Spike liked to think of himself as a progressive chap. He doubted that Angelus had ridden in one, wherever he was.

1905 was only a few days away and already sounded like a damn fine year. They linked arms and strolled into the night.