when it comes down to it, it's simple.
he's a poet, and she's the madwoman who killed him.
they fell in love and became invincible.
care for the details?
XxX
they're the lowest of the low,
worst of the worst, and the purest love in centuries.
(never said it was purely good)
she's insane
"but the visions, they hurt like spikes,
like shards of mirrors in my brain that shine
and gleam in starlight!"
and he's reckless
"come on, that's the point of living forever!
you've got to make it worthwhile!"
but they make the best of it,
the best of the best.
XxX
he took on the name spike
and she was already known as drusilla
(but he could call her dru if he liked)
he favoured railroad spikes for torture
because everyone knows they get the best screams.
she made her third kill open the bible
and pick out a name at random.
XxX
she feel more alive than she ever did living.
people run and scream
fire and smoke devour
and the heavens are wailing.
dru finds spike with a girl he killed
and finds that it's the slayer.
"the blood of a slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac"
they make love in the flames
and return to daddy and grandmummy.
"my spike killed a slayer"
they all enjoy the destruction of rebellion.
the sparks raining down around them are so pretty
she rubs her face in the ashes
and giggles, breathing in the smoke
and tasting slayer's blood.
XxX
for years, they lived and killed together
spike and drusilla and angelus and darla
but time, holtz, gypsies, and broken hearts ruined it.
angel's wings crumbled to dust as he
took on a human face and soul,
wondering how he could live with himself.
darla, bitter and nobody's darling,
left to kill young lovers in dark alleys,
and for the rest of eternity
it was dru and spike.
XxX
"here you are, pet."
"a music box!"
"your very own. i knew you'd like it."
"is the music lovely?"
"every time you hear it, remember i love you."
XxX
she lives in rooms with walls of dolls
and canopy beds and torture chambers .
they come out at night.
dru carries the music box everywhere,
winds it up and plays it,
and she dances barefoot across ballrooms of gravel.
spike joins her, twirling her around
wearing boots crusted in dried blood.
as far as they're concerned, it's magical.
the box plays silver melodies in silver moonlight
and she hums along with a smile.
she's sure the stars sing the same song.
XxX
now they kill under moonlight,
and she hears song where he hears screams.
the stars listen to them
and sing their song and whisper their secrets.
spike brings her a world of shadows and lamplight
and crystals that cast rainbows
(she crushes them because miss edith is naughty
and shan't have rainbows today.)
the let blood run over their lips
then press them together in passion.
he chases dru's sanity
because he's fallen for her pretty face
and if he's crazy in love,
one of them just has to stay sane.
they both know that they're unstoppable.
the night is theirs to rule
as king and queen of all things dark
crowned with fear and showered with vampire dust.
long live the monarchy.
XxX
but the mob drives them out.
he drives through a faded town sign
and it all goes to hell.
