Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to murder
Summary: Drusilla and Spike discuss their preferred kinds of food.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Het
Word Count (excluding heading): 271
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: WWOMB, -- Anybody else, ask, and I'll probably grant permission.
Disclaimer: Spike/William, Drusilla, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. No one can own the Source of All Evil, but this particular representation of him is & TM his respective owners, also not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Hungry eyes watched from the shadows as the bar's last customers spilled out into the night. Most hopped into their vehicles and drove away, but a lone man chose to walk home on foot. He jostled his keys in his pocket as he began to whistle what he thought was a merry, little tune.
Drusilla grimaced and covered her ears with her pale, delicate hands. She waited until the whistler drew near to their alley way before shooting her arms around him and pulling him into the darkness. She barely gave him time to scream before she slit his throat with one long fingernail. She smiled at her mate over the balding, middle-age man's broken body. "One of my favorite kinds of food," she mused before beginning to drink the red liquid that now flowed freely from the fatal gash she had so easily made.
"Fast?" Spike guessed only to have her dark eyes look condescendingly upon him.
"Annoying," she corrected him, her voice as smooth as the night winds.
"He was only whistling -- "
"Prrrecisely," she purred, lapping at the pooling blood like a cat would milk. Her big eyes stayed fixed on her William's face.
"That too," Spike admitted as he moved closer to the mouth of the alley. "He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket." Still he made a mental note to be careful when whistling around Drusilla.
"You can have the annoying, pet. I'll stick to my blondes." He stepped out of the alley, pulling his game face on as he went, and relished his dinner's scream before he actually dined on her sweet, virgin blood.
The End