The air was thick with screams as people rushed down corridors, up the stairs, in a mad, frantic rush for the lifeboats. In the midst of this chaos stood two figures-- one male, leering arrogantly, breathing in the deep rich scent of fear; the other female, grinning curiously and murmuring strange things.
"Step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed..." (1)
Spike looked down at Drusilla, giving his batty mistress a quick peck on the lips. "Ay, Dru," he smirked. "What do the stars tell ye t'night?"
"They're laughing," she replied in a sing-song voice. "Oh how they laugh at the chattering little monkeys."
At that moment a sobbing little girl came running down the hallway, stumbling and landing at their feet. She looked up, bright eyes filmy with tears.
"I've always wanted a monkey," Drusilla whispered in a hushed sort of awe.
Spike snickered as the girl stared up at them, eyes wide. In a flash he reached down, grabbing her by her thick brown curls and wrenching her head back, neck snapping cleanly. His incisors gleamed as they grew in length.
Drusilla clapped and giggled in delight before bending to feast.
The deck was a mad scramble of people, rich and poor alike, all attempting to earn a seat to salvation. The fear, that pure, animalistic panic was thicker up here, its scent deep and rich.
Spike reached out, grabbing the nearest person and sinking his elongated canine teeth into their neck, drinking deep and long and hard while their screams rang in his ears before fading out into nothing.
Leaning up Drusilla licked the excess blood from her lover's face.
"Ye missed a spot there," he growled, crushing his lips against her's.
Executing the steps of the danse macabre, the waltz of death, they made their way over to where one of the crew was holding the people back from a filling lifeboat. "Get back! Get back I say!"
He fired off a shot, the bullet plunging into Spike's chest. "That tickled," he declared wryly, baring his fangs.
The man's eyes widened in terror and he scrambled away, the passengers attempting to cram themselves into the lifeboat. With a scoff Spike pushed a string of people from the boat, the bodies falling and landing in the icy cold waters below. "Look Dru, they saved a spot for us."
"Oh goodie!" Drusilla clapped. "No fear of life, but fear of death, their weakness kills everyone," (2) she continued, speaking of those scrambling about the deck like decapitated chickens.
"Right so luv, right so."
"Thrown into banality, I decay..." Drusilla whispered, surveying the chaos with a fiery excitement building in the pit of her stomach. "Death sings our song (3) dear William, dear sweet bloody William. Let's sing along, oh let us!"
"Yes Dru," Spike replied heartily, eyeing the scene with his game face on, the lifeboat being lowered into the water. "Let us."
Just something I thought up of in the heat of the moment. Me mum and sis are watching Titanic and the lights of the sinking ship reminded me of stars, which in turn caused me to think of Dru and start misquoting AFI lyrics.
1 - "Step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed." A lyric from Dancing Through Sunday off of AFI's "Sing the Sorrow" CD.
2 - "No fear of life, but fear of death, their weakness kills everyone." A lyric from Narrative of Soul Against Soul off of AFI's "Black Sails in the Sunset" CD.
3 - A twisting of a lyric from the H.I.M. song "Please Don't Let It Go." The line actually goes something like, "Death sings our song and we eagerly sing along."