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TITLE: More in Brazil

AUTHOR: Aeneus

EMAIL: aeneus111@my-deja.com

RATING: R for religious imagery, sexual innuendo, minor violence.

DISCRIPTION: Rosana doesn't want to let Drusilla go.

DISTRIBUTION: please ask first.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters Spike or Drusilla. They belong to Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and probably some more guys. The rest is mine.

FEEDBACK: just an email away, so please do.

NOTES: sequel to Down in Brazil.

The flickering of candles was all around her. So many it almost blinded her. She closed her eyes and stretched out her arms. Her spine arched against the hard underground. Latin verses filled her ears. Oh, how she loved the sound of Latin.

// Gloria Patri et Filio et Spirito Sancto. Sicut erat principio et nunc et semper et in saecula saeculorum. //

Like the voices of angels. She quietly hummed along to the melody.

"Open your eyes."

She felt someone's fingers go gently through her hair. She looked up and saw Rosana's face floating above her. Drusilla stretched out her hands to touch it, but Rosana took them before they could reach her and kissed them. They intertwined their fingers with each other and Rosana spread out her arms, while she leaned down. Her long hair stroked Drusilla. Her mouth was only inches away from Dru.

"I couldn't leave you, you know. You made me come back."

Drusilla could feel her breath on her face when she spoke. Like a hot breeze, it made her feel warm inside. The paintings of saints and martyrs looked down on her from the ceiling. So many eyes watching her. Were they singing? She couldn't tell. Rosana's hands traced a path along her arms. It tickled. She wanted to sit up, but she felt too tired to move. She focused on Rosana's lips, red and full of blood. Rosana smiled.

"I know you want me."

She lay her finger on Drusilla's mouth to prevent her from speaking.

"But not yet…"

* * * * *

The gross looking insect crawling over his nose woke Spike up. The sun had just gone down and the air was humid. He looked next to him and saw that Drusilla was still asleep. She looked striking and savage, lying there naked between the leaves. They would have to get her some clothes. He moved closer to give her a small kiss on her forehead. He whispered her name, but got no reaction. He shook her lightly, but Drusilla still made no sign of life.

"You can't wake her up."

A familiar voice came from behind Spike. The immediate rage transformed his appearance into the true demon inside as he turned to face the old man. He was sitting quietly with his legs crossed about two feet away from him. Spike couldn't believe this audacity.

"You...."

Now he was really pissed off. He punched him hard in the face, making him fall backwards to the ground.

"....I've had it with you! Stop playing these games!"

The old man sat up again, whipping the blood from his cheek.

"You know you should really do something about your anger management."

Spike lashed out again, this time grabbing a hand full of the man's hair and pulling him close to him.

"Now listen carefully. You make Dru right again and then LEAVE US ALONE."

He yanked the man's hair to emphasize his words and then released him. The man backed off a little, making it look like Spike's words were affecting him. He then looked up and fixed his stare onto Spike's eyes. Spike felt a nauseating feeling come up from his stomach. The man stepped up close to him.

"Now you listen for once. I've been here longer then you can imagine, so show a little respect. I'm not out here to hurt you."

Spike was holding on to his last bit of self-control with all his might. He wasn't going to let himself be pulled into these mind games again.

"What are you doing to Drusilla?"

"Oh, that's not me. That's Rosana."

A frown appeared on Spike's distorted face. The man smiled and finally looked away, breaking his hold over Spike.

"Don't be surprised, a simple stake won't kill us."

Spike felt his normal state slowly returning to him. His initially anger had subsided somewhat and was being replaced by a certain caution.

"And who would "us" be?"

"That would be too long a story right now. Lets just say that we are pretty much human, except we can't die. I'm Emanuel by the way."

He stretched out his hand, but Spike didn't take it.

"Well Emanuel, it looks to me that you are a bit more then just immortal humans."

"Ah, you mean the 'magic', shall we say. That doesn't come natural to our species, it's all self learned. As a matter of fact, it took me centuries to get were I am today. But you have to do something when you have so much time on your hands. Rosana was especially gifted from the start. Her mind is less bound to this earth by nature, like your girlfriend."

"What is happening to her?"

"Don't worry, she's not being hurt."

* * * * *

Drusilla's mind went back to the feel of Rosana's blood in her mouth. It had tasted unusually alive, like it almost vibrated through her body. She wanted to taste it again. She was so close, yet somehow she couldn't reach out to her. Her mind wandered loosely from Rosana's smell above her to the scent of the candles and incense around her. Rosana followed the contour of Dru's face with the back of her hand. Her touch was as soft as her voice.

"What do you want?"

Drusilla didn't have to speak to answer. She wetted her lips with her tongue, letting her hunger grow. Rosana quietly let the tips of her fingers go over Drusilla's eyelids, making sure she closed them. Drusilla felt the texture of the cold floor fade away and her body float upwards. A warm glow was coming down on her. It was as if she was at one with the air around her.

She opened her eyes and saw the figure of Jesus Christ looking down on her, hanging from his cross. His face was marble and cold. She vaguely remembered how she had feared it, when she was still human. But like him, she had come back from death. Now the fear of him had been replaced by fear of his cross. But she didn't realize her fear right now, she just stared at him. Blood was dripping from the wound on his chest.

// Accepite, et bibite ex eo omnes //

She felt the blood fall on her face. It was warm. The smell filled her nostrils. She opened her mouth and tried to reach some of the blood with her tongue.

// Hic est enim calix sanguinis Mei, novi et aeterni testamenti mysterium fidei //

The taste overflowed her being. This was the essence of life, of her life. Even though she wasn't moving, she felt herself falling. More blood dripped over her arms, her neck and her face and filled her mouth. Her thoughts were spinning, no sensation could ever come close to this. Her vision began to blur, as the force of the blood spread through her body, stirring up every sensitive nerve-end. In the back of her consciousness, she knew she was not alone in her mind. She let the second presence join with her own.

"This is what you want."

Rosana's voice spoke only in her mind. Drusilla tried to focus on it. Slowly she became aware of Rosana's psychical presence next to her. Her eyes fixed themselves on her form. Gradually her sight sharpened until she was looking again at Rosana's face. But now those mysterious dark eyes had vanished and glowing yellow ones had appeared in their place. The candlelight reflected on her bright white fangs.

"This is what I want."

* * * * *

Spike looked back at Drusilla's motionless body. Occasionally she moaned a little, but other then that she looked peaceful. It amazed him how she could be both so powerful and so fragile. He couldn't detect Rosana's presence anywhere near.

"That still doesn't answer my question. What are you doing to her?"

Spike had turned back to face Emanuel. The man was sitting on the ground again, making himself comfortable.

"I told you, I'm not doing anything. It seems like your girlfriend made some kind of mental connection with my Rosana. I hadn't seen her so excited in decades when she sensed your coming. We don't meet a lot of vampires here, you see. Especially not as unusual as her. Rosana was instantly taken with her, as I'm sure you can understand."

"So why all the hocus-pocus?"

"I'm sorry about that, but you have to understand how boring things can get here. Sure, we are worshipped by the natives, but even that gets tedious after a while. Rosana needed a little excitement. We were never going to harm you."

Spike thought by himself for a moment, contemplating what to do next. This Rosana was apparently exerting her influence from a distance. It was no use angering the old man now.

"Ok, I can understand that. Hell, I appreciate a good bit of fun just as much as the next demon. But we like to be going now, so if you don't mind, if you would tell your girl to stop messing with Dru, then we'll be on our way."

"Hmm, that might be a slight problem."

* * * * *

Drusilla let out a soft cry when the sharp teeth penetrated her neck. The sensation of falling stopped abruptly and she felt her body being fixated by the cold ground under her and the weight above her. All the lights dimmed until she could see almost nothing. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears as it flowed out of her. It had been over a century since she had felt this way, not being able to resist this primal force draining her. It was one of the few moments from her mortal live that was still etched crystal-clear in her mind: the end of it.

All the time she had spent in the convent she had tried to kid herself that there was hope, that somehow her soul could still be saved. But deep down she knew she was doomed. God had abandoned her long ago. All the horrors that had struck her family had all been because of her. She had been the focus of evil himself. That night, after she had taken her vows, she had been expecting him. Her mind had told her so. He was cold and strong. He had pinned her down on the floor of the chapel. With the angels looking down, he had taken her. Her own Angelus. The pain had made her scream, but not for him to stop, but for him to go on. She knew she had to die to achieve what she'd been destined for. She hadn't been afraid.

* * * * *

Drusilla groaned in the background. Spike immediately rushed to her side and shook her again. Her head rocked freely with his motions. Her eyes were open but empty.

"What is she doing to her?"

Emanuel stood up and held his hands together behind his back. Spike looked at him with both fury and concern.

"You have to understand that your girlfriend has done something that has never been seen before in our kind. When she sired Rosana, she became the first truly living vampire. This has made their connection even stronger. So, you are free to go at any time, but we would like for Drusilla to stay with us."

Spike grabbed Drusilla's hand tightly.

"I don't think so, mate."

"This is really no point of discussion..."

The man took a step closer to Spike and pointed his finger like he was lecturing him. But then suddenly he flinched as if something had hurt him.

* * * * *

She wasn't afraid now. With curiosity she studied the sensations in her body. It wasn't often she could feel what it was like on the other end with all her vampiric senses. The first time, when she had a weakened Spike in her arms, had been beyond description. To see his life fade out of those beautiful eyes and then to give it back with her blood. She remembered the look in his eyes, the trust, the love, as he slowly regained his strength with every drop of blood she gave him. Taking back what she had taken from him only minutes before. The circle of life.

Something was not right. A shiver went through her body. Where was Spike? Where was she? Drusilla heard a cry in her head. The flow of blood had stopped. She felt a terrible pain that wasn't hers. A bright light surrounded them. She realized Rosana was on top of her. She looked terrified. Drusilla felt her strength surge back to her. With one forceful motion Dru raised herself and threw Rosana off of her.

"Where's my Spike?"

Rosana couldn't answer anymore. She was crouched down on the floor holding her head, moaning. Drusilla could sense her terror. Gradually she began to remember. They had gone to sleep in the forest. Spike had promised to take her somewhere else. His face was the last thing she had seen, before drifting off to sleep. She looked back at Rosana who was shivering with her arms around her knees. Dru walked up close to her.

"Take me back."

* * * * *

"Now what?"

Spike looked impatiently at Emanuel, who was doubled over in pain. Spike felt Drusilla stir under his grasp. Almost too soft for anyone to hear, except him, she called his name. He took her head in his hands and brushed the hair out off her face.

"I'm here, pet."

In the background he could hear the old man groan Rosana's name.

* * * * *

Drusilla looked down furiously at Rosana. The shivering girl looked back at her with a look full of shock and disbelief. A look Drusilla knew all to well. Rosana began to disintegrate until there nothing left but a small point of light. As the light slowly faded out, all the background seemed to fall away. Drusilla felt something pull at her body. She let it happen.

* * * * *

Drusilla opened her eyes and looked right into Spike's worry-filled face. She loved it when he was so concerned for her. Spike gave her a little smile.

"Welcome back, sweetheart."

Spike seized both her hands and helped her up. Drusilla looked around at the familiar surroundings. Her mind was quiet now. Instinctively she felt her neck and found her skin as smooth as ever. She noticed Emanuel lying passed out on the ground.

"What's with him?"

Spike eyed Drusilla's actions closely. He ran his hand over her neck like she had done.

"Don't know, he just collapsed."

Drusilla walked over to him and bend down to touch him.

"Poor man, he must miss her."

"Miss who?"

Drusilla returned to Spike and kissed him.

"Never mind, lets hunt."

Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up a little.

"That's my girl."

END