Title: Killed a Bloke for You
Author: TigerTiger02
Dedication: To the History channel for giving me this idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Demise of the Titan or Futility, nor do I own the Titanic, nor any Buffy characters.
"Dru, pet, love, my dark goddess, I've paid good money." Off her look he rephrased, "Killed a bloke for you so we could go to New York. This is a bloody luxury liner, not some rat infested ship or semi- luxury where no one has that sweet blood I know you crave." He purred out, trying to persuade her with dreams of sweet blood that tasted of candies. She didn't speak but rather turned away, her hands on her Tarot Cards. She hummed as she turned three over.
"Death." She muttered fretfully, "All pretty little children and their mommies and daddies, only the poor. Rich people can afford it. Unsinkable to icy depths." She murmured her voice going up a few octaves in panic.
"Dru, we'll bath in blood on this liner. We'll dance and we'll feast and you'll have new dresses and dolls."
"No!" she growled out and lunged at him attempting to scratch at his face. He took her hands in his. "Water… all I see is water!" she wailed out, "It's filling up our ears and our noses and coming out our eyes!" she gave a howling wail.
"Pet, it's unsinkable." He tried to convince her.
"Ice…" she murmured, "striking it and it sinks pulling us down with it, can't fight the pull never could fight it." She leans against him for support, her body feeling weak after the particularly taxing vision. He opens his mouth to make a snide comment but her fingers on his lips. And she kisses him softly.
"I'll hawk the ticket's, love, we'll wait, we can always wait." He tells and she nods before jumping on him with vengeance, her hands going to his shirt.
A week later he picks up the news paper the dead boy had dropped in panic. Dru stands nearby, her long tongue flickering out to lick her fingers clean of the boys sweet, young blood. Spike he stares at the newspapers Headline in shock. It reads: Titanic! The Unsinkable Ship Sunk! He turns to Dru who is swaying, almost dancing in the thin moonlight. He reads a few lines, ice had struck it, and a lot of people had been killed, most pulled down with the ship. He discards the newspaper to catch up with Dru as she wanders away. He almost wishes they had been there, but it could have meant death and Dru was too weak to swim, never mind that she couldn't swim anyway. He licks his lips as he spots a new victim and the night is theirs.
A/N: This fic was actually inspired today when I was watching a show on Prophecies and how some guy apparently prophesized that sinking of the Titanic in his book The Demise of the Titan or Futility. And thus is why the History channel is a good source of entertainment as well as ideas. I'm not sure if I'm going to make a series out of this or not. It really depends if I find any good prophecies that have come true or any natural disasters that could have influence travel plans or Drusilla would have seen.