Author's Chapter Notes:
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Thanks to Melusin for the beta.
Drusilla’s ability to foresee events was a gift from heaven, or from hell, depending on the point of view.

“I can’t believe there’s so much food at our disposal.” Spike sighed and patted his belly. He felt like a boa having swallowed an elephant.

The sheer number of catastrophes in England this summer had guaranteed the vampire couple constant and easy-to-get supplies.

Drusilla took her bloody mouth off the neck of a man who should have survived tonight’s tornado. She smiled softly.

“You know, love,” Spike continued, “we should send a thank you card to those Death Eaters.”
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