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.