A/N: So a lot of you know that I'm not the BIGGEST fan of Spike and Drusilla. Spuffy was too awesome for that kind of nonsense. However, I was watching "Crush" today (the episode where Drusilla comes to town and Spike finally admits that he's in love with Buffy) and Drusilla says, "I knew it. I knew it before you did. That you loved the Slayer." And that got me to thinking. I wanted to help myself figure out how Drusilla's mind really works. This is what I came up with. Takes place sometime soon after School Hard.
Logic
Spike loves her. He loves the Slayer; I just know it.
He came home after seeing her. He wasn't himself. Not aloof. Normally, even when he was planning to kill the other two Slayers, he was happy. He knew that they would die. He would win. We were both certain of it. But this one - she has him worried. And not just worried.
He isn't treating me the way he normally does. Spike is so kind to me: buys me things and takes me places. He hardly noticed me this evening; saying, "Hello, pet," and then leaving again. I don't even know where he went.
But the worst part is that he came back. He barely spoke to me. He kissed me good night and then put me to sleep. Sang me a beautiful song about my mother, Darla, and my father, Angel, and then told me that he would kill the Slayer for me. But he won't. He won't kill the Slayer for me.
Spike will kill her for himself. To prove it.
To prove that he doesn't love her the way I know he does.
I know that he fell in love with her as soon as he saw her. I know in the way that he's spoken of her since - "I've never seen anything like her, Dru, she killed one of my best boys in a matter of seconds" - with reverence and respect. Not amusement and glee. I still remember the last one.
"She has a son, Dru," Spike said, a glint in his eyes. "I'll enjoy killing him and making dear old Nikki watch."
"Oh, Spike," I replied, "the heavens and angels are singing! The stars call out to me in joy!"
Spike had smiled and picked her up; swung her in a circle and then kissed her. "Yes, pet," he whispered in her ear. "And soon I'll have a new leather coat."
But now, he said things like, "I'm not sure if I can even hurt this one, my lovely," and "Sweet, we may have to leave town soon. Make sure you're ready at a moment's notice."
To the latter, I replied, "Quick as a bunny rabbit hopping through the trees to - "
"Yeah, yeah, Drusilla. We may have to request the help of a demon I know, but don't talk like that around her."
"But whyever not, my sweet?"
"Because bunnies make her nervous, darling, and I can't afford that if I'm to have her help! Now go, I need to keep planning. I'll see you later."
I nearly can't stand it. I love him so much; with all of my heart, but I don't know how much longer I can be this unhappy without beginning to hate him.
Perhaps I'll kill the Slayer myself, just to spite him. If poor, weak Drusilla can kill the Slayer, he should have been able to.
And bunnies were her favorite.