CHAPTER ONE

"Little things are the things that eat us away inside."

Spike watched the guy uncertainly, he looked a little shifty to him, but Dru said he was important luggage, and whatever Dru said went, at least for now. Spike grounded his teeth as he watched the guy looking at Dru appraisingly, "He has no right," he thought "No bloody right." Drusilla smiled and walked around the twerp.

"So what's so special bout this guy Dru?" he said, becoming more and more irate.

"He's special, Spiky," said Dru, "He sees things.

"I certainly do,"said the guy, glancing another look at Dru who giggled.

Spike grabbed the guy by his lapels and pushed him against the wall. The guy stood at about 5 feet so Spike had to lift him pretty high to actually look him in the eyes. Those eyes were pretty unnerving, yellow, they twinkled like miniature stars. Compared to the guys dark complexion they appeared to be as bright as suns. The guy had pretty shoddy clothes on, even Spike and Drusilla, who had fallen upon rough times, had better attire then him.

"Oh let him go Spike," said Dru, "Don't be a naughty boy," she grabbed Spike by the chin and gave him a small kiss. Spike let the guy drop. He fell uncerimonously on his bum.

Drusilla let Spike go, "Good dog," she said and swayed away to the other side of the cavern humming a tune Spike had never heard before.

"I can see that he can see Dru," said Spike pointedly. "But what's so special 'bout him.?"

Dru giggled to herself and traced patterns on the wall. It took her awhile to answer Spike, and he thought her mind had wandered, forgetting him, his question and this world. He sighed and was about to go catch a few winks when she finally spoke.

"You thought we was gonna play tricks on him didn't you you silly boy," she said. "No he's much too important for that Spike, he's gonna make us some fun."

"What do you mean by fun Dru?" he asked.

Dru turned towards him and pouted, "Spike," she whined, "my tummies rumbling awfully."

Spike gave a snort of laughter, "Course your tummies rumbling Dru," he said, "With a healthy and live body here while were just standing around like gitts around it, and might I add it's your idea to do this."

"You ain't getting it out so easily from me Spiky," she said laughing. "I know what your trying to do but I won't tell you until Darla and Angelus come back."

"Bloody Angelus, grumbled Spike, "Everythin's always bout him."

Drusilla just giggled, "You still have hurt pride my Spike," she said, "After Angelus yelled at you."

"No," said Spike almost childishly, "I just think it's wrong for a vampire to be so scared of somethin'. This Slayer, I bet I could bag me one if I wanted."

Dru laughed and held her hands to her chest, "Oh I know you could Spike." she said happily, "And how wonderful it will it be when you do. Imagine it, the stars will be singing your name and fires will burn all the more brighter for you."

"And for you love," said Spike happily, encouraged by Dru's words. "Actually I bet I could bag two Slayers. And they'll both be just for you."

Dru giggled and twirled in a circle her red dress flowing around her like water. She stopped and swayed a little. She stumbled over to Spike, laughing. She collapsed into his arms and Spike looked down at her smiling proudly. He opened his mouth to say more but Dru put a hand over it.

"No more Spike," she said, her eyes wide and solemn, "Lions shouldn't roar until they got their mane, or at least know for certain their going to get one."

Spike looked into her eyes adoringly. Drusilla turned her face into her real features and grinned, moving away from Spike. She looked at the guy and growled.

"You be a good boy and behave," said Dru, sternly, picking him up. The guy nodded smiling, entranced. Dru looked at Spike, "And you'll be a good little boy and be patient?" she asked him.

"Course Dru," said Spike, "You know I was just teasing."

Dru smiled and turned to her human countenance, she returned to where she was tracing patterns on the wall and hummed her tune. Spike watched her tracing, smiling contented. He had the most beautiful woman in the world and he didn't have to share her with anybody, not even Angelus. He was the one Dru turned to when she wanted a compliment or to be made happy when she was grumpy. He was the one who got to share the things she saw, well as far as he could, after all she was crazy.

"Spike," Dru asked, "Do you think my pictures pretty?" She pointed to the blank wall and smiled. Earlier on in his undead life Spike would have asked her where the picture was, now he knew better.

"It's ruddy beautiful, Dru," he said, "If you drew it how couldn't it be?"

Dru smiled and clapped. 'See,' thought Spike, 'Anything Angelus could try to do couldn't make her so happy.' Spike's smile grew extra wide.

"I can't wait to see Angelus's face when he sees it." Dru said excitably, "He'll be so pleased. After all I made it for him."

Spikes face fell.