A/N: This is me AND Slekwati's new Spike/OC story. We will write every other chapter each.

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Sol sat watching Spike and Drusilla. Drusilla was talking about her daisies. How she used to plant them but they always died. Sol had heard it so often, so often that she was growing extremely tired of it. She wondered how Spike had made it. To listen to her stories over and over again. She admit, at first it always helped her to fall asleep when Dru talked to her in her lost and smoothing voice.

Sol went back to writing, her neat handwriting was extream, seeing she was only 16...but those 4 years with Drusilla around her, made her put an passion in it that was not normal at all.

"Sol my sunshine. Come to mommy." Sol heard Dru's voice say in an childlike sing song voice and Sol dragged her head up from the book, looking on Drusilla and Spike, which had holding Dru by her waist, leaning his head on Dru's shoulder. Sol, of course, did as Drusilla said. She knew wise not to go against Dru's wishes...one of the first things she'd learned when getting in the grasp of Dru and Spike.

"Let Mommy brush your hair, Sunshine. It's looking like a bird's nest. Wouldn't want that." she said, in a lost kind of tone. Drusilla always though of herself as Sol's mother. Sol quickly understood that was Dru's reason for not killing her, as she and Spike had done with the rest of her family.

4 years ago; Norway-Stavanger City

Sol was sitting in her room when she suddenly heard a scream. Her little sister's scream, 12 year old Sol thought. Sol closed her thick Varg Veum book, a norwegian crime book and got up from the cosy couch she sat cuddeled in. She quietly tip-toed to the living room, brushing her ravenblack hair out of the way. But the sight she saw was crushing. Her little sister, today seven year old was lying on the floor, pale...dead pale. Blood was flowing from her neck and Sol was too scared to go closer.

Sol turned to look in another part of the rather huge livingroom and tears was running down her cheeks when she saw a young woman, couldn't be older than 25, long brown eyes licking her lips from feeding from Sol's mother. The woman had a demonic feature in her face, and had, now, bloodfilled fangs. Vampire, was the first thing coming into Sol's mind.

It wasn't new for her, vampires. She'd never meet one before, but she was fully knowing about them, as many others. Norway had a lot of them apparently. But the sight, of a vampire feeding on her mother had broken her so much.

"Mor!" Sol called out, wanting her mother so dearly. This couldn't be happening. "Nei, please. Ikkje!" yelled Sol, and the vampire's attention got turned to Sol. The female vampire reeked of insanity. That much could Sol see.

"Oh, a child...you're special. One time you'll lead change into a family of unchangment." the woman said, and Sol feel a strange feeling beyond the extreme grief.

"Aww, stop that bloody nonsens." a male voice said, heavy british accent, and Sol turned to see a blond vampire wearing a long leather duster, a red shirt underneath and had a cut over his right eyebrow.

"Spikey Boy, this girl is special. She'll..." she started in an mixture of sing song cheery sound and a whinging voice before suddenly changing it into a low mysterious voice: "She'll change path of a family's belief and tradition...one male longing after her every touch." she said and Sol felt a cold breeze going up her back.

"Dru. Let's just kill her, okay." the man said in a obivious bored voice.

"No, I want her. She'll be my baby, and when she's all grown up we'll make her live forever." the brown haired vampire woman said, once again in a sing song voice, and she walked over to the blond man, most likely a vampire as well.

"We'll be one happy family." she said, the words rolling of her tongue covered in deep insanity. Sol widened her eyes...family? No, the vampire woman couldn't possible...no...they couldn't think of it. She was just Sol. Nothing special.

"You mean we gonna SIRE that thing? She's just a child." the blond man said, look annoyed.

"Oh no...we'll wait...make her one of us when she's ready, come on my Spikey Boy...I wanna be a mummy." the woman said once again, and looked on Sol, grinning wickedly. The blond man, rolled his eyes, but neverless smirked, cause he would want to do everything for his beloved Drusilla.

"Of course, Dru." he said, and kissed her passionate, and Sol gulped. This was a living nightmare.

Present Time:

Sol felt the brush go through her hair one final time before Drusilla found it done. Sol found herself wince when the brush touched Spike's mark on her. Both the vampires had marked her as their own, and no vampire with a sane mind would even think off touching her. Drusilla had biten her left side, quite carefully, only taking a very small amount of blood from her "daughter".

But Spike, that was another case. He really didn't want to mark her once...he hated her. So much. Sol annoyed him beyond believble. It annoyed him that Drusilla had to use a human, a child to a pet...and the worst was Dru didn't seem to plan on getting rid of her either. Spike had once believed that Dru would hold on her in a month or so, before killing her or forgetting her somewhere, making the girl starv to death. But no. Drusilla was extreamly protective and when Spike almost dried her while marking her, Dru hadn't slept with him on two months.

Sol saw on Drusilla and Spike a long time, biting her lip, wondering if she could take the chance.

"What?" Spike asked annoyed.

"I wondered...if I could...If I could go to the Bronze...?" Sol asked quietly.

"No!" Spike snapped and Sol sighed.

"Why not, my Spike." Drusilla suddenly asked, tilting her head, frowning.

"The Slayer...people regularly." Spike answered.

"Spikey Boy...she don't even know the Slayer..not name, not appearance."

"Soul boy?" he answered the female vampire, rolling his eyes. Sometimes he didn't get what he saw in that woman...oh yeah. He loved her.

"Daddy don't like places with people...he's all grey...though, he's not all black...he's the Slayer's pet." Drusilla said, her voice turning bitter towards the end. Spike sighed. She wouldn't get it, would she?

"Fine...walk to that damn Bronze. But if you get killed. Don't blame me." he said, in a careless voice. Sol gave a small smile and walked to her room.

Her room was smaller than Spike and Dru's, but resembled extremely much. Of course it had the same fabric view as every other room in the building, but also she had an huge collection of porselain dolls. She found them pretty, but, different from Drusilla, she never played with them. That would get too strange.

Sol found a pretty, but simple dark purple knee long dress. The typical summer dress. Thin fabric, blows slightly up if it's wind. It was one of her most normal clothes. Usually, it was dresses that was more Dru like or simply just vampiric.

To Be Continued.

By Drusilla Malfoy.

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Translation: Mor= Mother & Nei, please. Ikkje.= No, please, don't.

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