Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine.
Dedicated to FishDancer, who introduced me to BtVS. Also, to Bean, just because you're special. And to KT, Manderz, Veez, Cristina, Pam! {I'm done}
A/N: My first story! Most people think the Spike/ Dru pairing is dead, and even if you do, please read and review. I really value peoples' opinions.
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Drusilla was lonely. She rose up from her comfortable resting place and turned around, looked over her shoulder, and saw her Spike. He was a constant presence, making sure she was happy and secure. She called for him to come and dance and he wrapped his arms around her and swayed with her to the music that only she could hear.
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Her Spike was lost, not only to her, but to the world.
She had always been able to taste taint of the slayer that was ever-present on his undead soul, but now it was a vicious parasite eating away at his very being, tearing him apart like a raging storm from the inside out.
She would never have guessed it herself, as he had mercilessly killed two previous slayers without so much as a second thought.
Drusilla knew, of course, because the stars had sung to her in their melodious voices and told her of what was to come.
Her dearest was to fall into foolish and unrequited love with the slayer- and yes, no matter what he believed, it would always be unrequited.
At first, she was afraid, more afraid than she had ever been. She had been abandoned by her sole protector and lover.
Without him, who would take care of her?
Who would hold her close when she needed support, when the voices got out of control, and the stars and the dolls and the moon and the pixies screamed their lungs out and her head threatened to cave in?
Those were the times when she needed her Spike the most. She needed him to embrace her, and kiss her and smile lovingly at her. She needed to look up into his cold, soulless eyes that were warm and filled with adoration when he gazed down at her. In those eyes, she found temporary relief of her daily torture; she found solace from the demons in her head.
There was not much choice, she knew. She would continue waiting in the shadows of the streets, lurking quietly in dark corners, frozen in quiet requiem for her love.
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The sun was setting. Drusilla roused herself from her slumber and decided she was hungry. She slowly got up, walked to the atrium of the mansion and twirled around three times, her skirt trailing around with her. Thinking of her Spike, she felt strangely liberated. The screaming inside her head subsided, if only slightly. She walked casually through the halls of the old home. Occasionally scattered across the floor were her dolls which she had tied up and gagged in attempts to muffle the noise in her head.
Drusilla strode out the door, softly humming the music only she could hear.
Dedicated to FishDancer, who introduced me to BtVS. Also, to Bean, just because you're special. And to KT, Manderz, Veez, Cristina, Pam! {I'm done}
A/N: My first story! Most people think the Spike/ Dru pairing is dead, and even if you do, please read and review. I really value peoples' opinions.
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Drusilla was lonely. She rose up from her comfortable resting place and turned around, looked over her shoulder, and saw her Spike. He was a constant presence, making sure she was happy and secure. She called for him to come and dance and he wrapped his arms around her and swayed with her to the music that only she could hear.
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Her Spike was lost, not only to her, but to the world.
She had always been able to taste taint of the slayer that was ever-present on his undead soul, but now it was a vicious parasite eating away at his very being, tearing him apart like a raging storm from the inside out.
She would never have guessed it herself, as he had mercilessly killed two previous slayers without so much as a second thought.
Drusilla knew, of course, because the stars had sung to her in their melodious voices and told her of what was to come.
Her dearest was to fall into foolish and unrequited love with the slayer- and yes, no matter what he believed, it would always be unrequited.
At first, she was afraid, more afraid than she had ever been. She had been abandoned by her sole protector and lover.
Without him, who would take care of her?
Who would hold her close when she needed support, when the voices got out of control, and the stars and the dolls and the moon and the pixies screamed their lungs out and her head threatened to cave in?
Those were the times when she needed her Spike the most. She needed him to embrace her, and kiss her and smile lovingly at her. She needed to look up into his cold, soulless eyes that were warm and filled with adoration when he gazed down at her. In those eyes, she found temporary relief of her daily torture; she found solace from the demons in her head.
There was not much choice, she knew. She would continue waiting in the shadows of the streets, lurking quietly in dark corners, frozen in quiet requiem for her love.
**********************************************************************
The sun was setting. Drusilla roused herself from her slumber and decided she was hungry. She slowly got up, walked to the atrium of the mansion and twirled around three times, her skirt trailing around with her. Thinking of her Spike, she felt strangely liberated. The screaming inside her head subsided, if only slightly. She walked casually through the halls of the old home. Occasionally scattered across the floor were her dolls which she had tied up and gagged in attempts to muffle the noise in her head.
Drusilla strode out the door, softly humming the music only she could hear.