"With life just begun
My sleeping new son
Has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart
He slows down his heart
And pictures a world past his bed
It's hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
When you dream
What do you dream about
When you dream
What do you dream about
Do you dream about music
Or mathematics
Or planets too far for the eye?
Do you dream about Jesus
Or quantum mechanics
Or angels who sing lullabies?
His fontanel pulses
With lives that he's lived
With memories he'll learn to ignore
And when it is closed
He already knows
He's forgotten all he knew before
But when sleep sets in
History begins
But the future will win
When you dream
What do you dream about?
When you dream
What do you dream about?
Are they color or black and white
Yiddish or English or languages not yet conceived?
Are they silent or boisterous?
Do you hear noises
Just loud enough to be perceived?
Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway"
Playing on transistor radio waves?
With so little experience
You might not yet cognizant
Are you wise beyond your few days?
When you dream
What do you dream about?"
Drusilla walked through the unfamiliar streets drawn by an unseen force and pushed by Miss Edith's insistence. She left Spike in the middle of the night to follow the call, it led her away from the place of sand and bright pretty lights to come to this wonderful feeling place. The Mouth of Hell, Miss Edith was so much stronger here. She would likely go back to her loving Spike when Miss Edith said she was done here, but for now she followed. She passed a large building where she could smell sticky death inside. She smiled at the scent and was suddenly greeted by the most beautiful song she had ever heard.
The song drew her in the building, walking casually past people who smelled ever so yummy. She walked down white halls past the sick, the well and the dying. None of them mattered to her at the moment, all she could hear was the song. She found a large window and saw many, many babies, all precious and cute. One little boy baby in particular...
Drusilla found the door and walked towards the special baby, a woman wearing white tried to stop her, Drusilla snarled at the woman and she fainted. She looked down into his crib and listened to his song. "Hello my precious..."
The baby looked up at her with brown eyes so full of song and cheer and cooed at her. Drusilla smiled down at him and tickled his tummy, she paused listening. "Why of course Mummy will hold you." Picking him up, she cradled him to her bosom, "Oh my Precious little Kitten, Mummy has come so far to meet you... Yes, Mummy is glad she came, you sing the most wonderful song to me."
She danced around with the infant in her arms, when she was suddenly struck with a vision of a dark haired man, gallant and bold like a pure White Knight, her pure White Knight. She saw a woman who pulled his eye, but Dru would have him, and they would dance and sing and play, and Drusilla would love him as much as he loved her. It was so sunny and happy, and she heard a name his name... She spoke his name, "My Precious Alexander. Mummy is happy to meet you."
She closed her eyes and smiled, "I give you a birthday gift my Precious, you will remember all this in your dreams until Mummy comes back to this place, then you will see our destiny. Our destiny, will be sweet like sugar, passionate like a fire, gentle and strong, and Mummy will do all she can to make your fondest wishes come true." She nuzzled her cheek against the baby bringing a happy coo from the newborn. She then kissed his forehead, "Mummy loves you Precious." Setting him back in the crib, she sat him down in the crib and smiled at him, before she left...
Xander sat up with a gasp, the dream had started the night he first saw Drusilla. He was watching himself in the crib a few hours after being born when Drusilla comes in and plays with him and tells him of their destiny, he never felt any fear, never felt like Dru would hurt him, only that he loved the woman who showed him more affection and care in less than ten minutes than he seemed to receive in ten years from his parents.
Xander slid out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom when he heard a rapping sound behind him. Turning around he jumped, startled but expecting it at the same time. Drusilla sat at the window, smiling at him. Xander, driven by some strange impulse, crossed the room and flung it open. Drusilla smiled, "Hello Precious. Have you missed Mummy?"
Enthralled by the vision of beauty before him Xander could only nod, "How... how?"
Drusilla laughed lightly, "Are you going to invite Mummy in Precious?" Xander reached out and pulled Drusilla by the hand through the window, an unspoken invite, but an invite nonetheless. Drusilla kissed his cheek and held onto his hand, "Mummy has missed you, not being able to see you become my Gallant White Knight."
Xander shook his head, "I don't understand, Angelus called me Buffy's White Knight..."
Drusilla silenced him with a kiss, Xander was shocked but it felt amazing, it felt perfect. "Daddy may have called you that, but the stars created you as My White Knight." She smiled and pushed him towards the bed slowly, "My Gallant protector," She slid her dress off her shoulders, "loving companion," Xander fell back on the bed, "my passionate lover. And now Mummy is here to fulfill our destiny."
Drusilla's dress pooled at the floor and she smiled, all Xander could think to say as the raven haired-angel descended upon him was, "Holy Crap..."
Xander held Drusilla as she purred, they shared the small bed with Drusilla nestled intimately in Xander's chest. "Drusilla?"
Drusilla kissed his chest, "Yes my Pet?"
Xander smiled as the feel of her icy lips on his burning flesh, "What happens now?"
Drusilla slid up his body, She smiled at him "We go away..."
Xander was confused to say the least, "Where?"
Drusilla's look became far away and she giggled, "Where ever the wind and the stars carry us." She kissed his lips, "I love you Alexander."
Xander smiled the first real smile he could remember, "I love you too Drusilla." Drusilla smiled.
Drusilla nestled into her White Knight's chest, their future was only beginning and she felt at peace for the first time in her existence. She looked up at her young love, she could see the same peace in him. It was just as Miss Edith said, and just as she dreamt. It was magic.