Chapter 1: Tragedies and Beginnings
February 2004
Spike Madison was walking down the street, a huge gift bag in hand. It was his younger sister's 21st birthday, and since their parents had passed away the previous year he wanted to make her birthday as special as he good. Ever since the deaths of their parents, Druscilla's mental health had deteriorated. She had always been close to them and had taken their deaths hard. Spike had moved to America five years ago to attend college. He had graduated with honours and was making a good living. He had brought Druscilla to the states, as she had been suffering from manic depression and had basically gone crazy, not being able to cope with what had happened. She was always talking about what the pixies were telling her, saying she could see things. She was no longer mentally or emotionally stable. But Spike refused to give up on her. He was hoping that from here on out he could her, try and turn things around. He wouldn't give up hope.
He walked up the five flights of stairs to where Druscilla's apartment was situated. Not wanting to just go in, even though he had his own key, he knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes but she didn't come to the door. He was worried, she always answered the door straight away. Hoping that she had just fallen asleep he used his key to get in. He left the key and the gift bag on the hallway table. He went through the main room into Druscilla's bedroom. She wasn't there. He was starting to panic
"Dru" he called "Druscilla, pet, where are you?"
When no answer came he started opening every door. He didn't expect what he saw when he entered the bathroom
"Dru, oh god no, Dru" he said
She lay lifeless in a bath of freezing cold red water, both wrists slit. Spike ran over to the bathtub and pulled her out, running with her to the sitting room, he ripped a towel into strips and tied them around her wrists to ease the bleeding. She was still breathing and she had a weak pulse. He ran to the bedroom, grabbed some sheets and ran back to Dru, wrapping her in the sheets to try and heat her up. He held one of her hands in his and dialled 911 on the phone with the other
"Hello, 911 emergency, how can I help you?"
"I, I need an ambulance" he spluttered out "My, my sister, she tried to kill herself" he told her, voice cracking.
"Sir where are you?"
"Um, it's an apartment. It's 12E, the Walton apartment complex on Milton Street" he repeated the address quickly.
"Ok sir, someone will be there soon, but I need you to tell me what she's done" the operator told him
"She slit her wrists in the bath" he choked out "I found her a few minutes ago, I tied something around her wrists to ease the bleeding. She's still breathing and her pulse is weak."
"Ok sir, someone will be there soon." The operator finished
He hung up the phone and turned back to Druscilla
"Come on Dru, stay with me"
1 Month Later
"Hey pumpkin" Spike said as he walked through the door
"My Spike, you came back" a feminine voice said gleefully
"Of course I came back. I always come back Dru" he put his arm around his sister and gave her a hug.
"I don't like it here, Spike. When can I go home?" she asked him sadly
"Dru, pet" he started "You're not well. This is your home until you get better. You have to get better pet" he told her softly, placing a kiss on her forehead as a means of comfort. Dru could always rely on her big brother to help her feel better.
The two were sitting in silence, Spike holding his sister in a brotherly hug, knowing that it was one thing that helped. He heard the room door open and a nurse walked in
"I'm here to do Druscilla's checks" she informed him Spike nodded and got up and left the room.
Buffy watched him from the door, he walked out of room 36. He went there most days and Buffy always watched him. He was very handsome. He had shocking bleached blonde hair, razor sharp cheekbones, full luscious lips and from what she could tell a killer body. He wore mostly black, but sometimes he would wear a red or dark blue shirt. He always looked amazing. She had never spoken to him, just watched. She would speak to him though, someday.
Spike decided to go to the cafeteria and have something to eat while he waited. With Druscilla the daily routine checks usually took a while. They had both mental and physical health checks to do so it always took a while. He got up and walked towards the elevator. He was preoccupied with thoughts of what Druscilla had said earlier and therefore he wasn't looking where he was going. He walked straight into something, or someone to be more precise.
"Ow" she squeaked from the floor
"bloody hell" Spike complained. He stood up and then leaned over to offer his hand to the girl he had knocked over. She took it and he pulled her up. When he looked at her he saw the most beautiful thing he ever saw. She was tiny, no more than 5ft 3". She had blonde hair which sat just above her shoulders. He saw amazing green eyes staring back at him and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life. He shook himself out of his haze to speak to her
"I'm so sorry pet, I wasn't looking where I was going" he apologised sheepishly
"Don't worry about it. I was loitering" she grinned
"Let's just call it a mutual accident then, eh pet?" he suggested with a smile.
"Yeah good idea. I'm Buffy" she introduced herself
"Spike" he held his hand out for her to shake.
"It's nice to meet you Spike" she smiled and he noticed how it lit up her entire face
"The pleasure was all mine" he told her "I'll see you around"
When he walked away Buffy could have squealed. She knew his name, she had touched his hand and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. 'Oh yeah, things are looking up' she thought as she walked away.
Spike had walked away a few steps before stopping and turning around. He wanted one more glimpse at the beauty he had just met. He hoped he would see her again, maybe then things would start looking up. He saw her walk away as he simply stood, and watched.
February 2004
Spike Madison was walking down the street, a huge gift bag in hand. It was his younger sister's 21st birthday, and since their parents had passed away the previous year he wanted to make her birthday as special as he good. Ever since the deaths of their parents, Druscilla's mental health had deteriorated. She had always been close to them and had taken their deaths hard. Spike had moved to America five years ago to attend college. He had graduated with honours and was making a good living. He had brought Druscilla to the states, as she had been suffering from manic depression and had basically gone crazy, not being able to cope with what had happened. She was always talking about what the pixies were telling her, saying she could see things. She was no longer mentally or emotionally stable. But Spike refused to give up on her. He was hoping that from here on out he could her, try and turn things around. He wouldn't give up hope.
He walked up the five flights of stairs to where Druscilla's apartment was situated. Not wanting to just go in, even though he had his own key, he knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes but she didn't come to the door. He was worried, she always answered the door straight away. Hoping that she had just fallen asleep he used his key to get in. He left the key and the gift bag on the hallway table. He went through the main room into Druscilla's bedroom. She wasn't there. He was starting to panic
"Dru" he called "Druscilla, pet, where are you?"
When no answer came he started opening every door. He didn't expect what he saw when he entered the bathroom
"Dru, oh god no, Dru" he said
She lay lifeless in a bath of freezing cold red water, both wrists slit. Spike ran over to the bathtub and pulled her out, running with her to the sitting room, he ripped a towel into strips and tied them around her wrists to ease the bleeding. She was still breathing and she had a weak pulse. He ran to the bedroom, grabbed some sheets and ran back to Dru, wrapping her in the sheets to try and heat her up. He held one of her hands in his and dialled 911 on the phone with the other
"Hello, 911 emergency, how can I help you?"
"I, I need an ambulance" he spluttered out "My, my sister, she tried to kill herself" he told her, voice cracking.
"Sir where are you?"
"Um, it's an apartment. It's 12E, the Walton apartment complex on Milton Street" he repeated the address quickly.
"Ok sir, someone will be there soon, but I need you to tell me what she's done" the operator told him
"She slit her wrists in the bath" he choked out "I found her a few minutes ago, I tied something around her wrists to ease the bleeding. She's still breathing and her pulse is weak."
"Ok sir, someone will be there soon." The operator finished
He hung up the phone and turned back to Druscilla
"Come on Dru, stay with me"
1 Month Later
"Hey pumpkin" Spike said as he walked through the door
"My Spike, you came back" a feminine voice said gleefully
"Of course I came back. I always come back Dru" he put his arm around his sister and gave her a hug.
"I don't like it here, Spike. When can I go home?" she asked him sadly
"Dru, pet" he started "You're not well. This is your home until you get better. You have to get better pet" he told her softly, placing a kiss on her forehead as a means of comfort. Dru could always rely on her big brother to help her feel better.
The two were sitting in silence, Spike holding his sister in a brotherly hug, knowing that it was one thing that helped. He heard the room door open and a nurse walked in
"I'm here to do Druscilla's checks" she informed him Spike nodded and got up and left the room.
Buffy watched him from the door, he walked out of room 36. He went there most days and Buffy always watched him. He was very handsome. He had shocking bleached blonde hair, razor sharp cheekbones, full luscious lips and from what she could tell a killer body. He wore mostly black, but sometimes he would wear a red or dark blue shirt. He always looked amazing. She had never spoken to him, just watched. She would speak to him though, someday.
Spike decided to go to the cafeteria and have something to eat while he waited. With Druscilla the daily routine checks usually took a while. They had both mental and physical health checks to do so it always took a while. He got up and walked towards the elevator. He was preoccupied with thoughts of what Druscilla had said earlier and therefore he wasn't looking where he was going. He walked straight into something, or someone to be more precise.
"Ow" she squeaked from the floor
"bloody hell" Spike complained. He stood up and then leaned over to offer his hand to the girl he had knocked over. She took it and he pulled her up. When he looked at her he saw the most beautiful thing he ever saw. She was tiny, no more than 5ft 3". She had blonde hair which sat just above her shoulders. He saw amazing green eyes staring back at him and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life. He shook himself out of his haze to speak to her
"I'm so sorry pet, I wasn't looking where I was going" he apologised sheepishly
"Don't worry about it. I was loitering" she grinned
"Let's just call it a mutual accident then, eh pet?" he suggested with a smile.
"Yeah good idea. I'm Buffy" she introduced herself
"Spike" he held his hand out for her to shake.
"It's nice to meet you Spike" she smiled and he noticed how it lit up her entire face
"The pleasure was all mine" he told her "I'll see you around"
When he walked away Buffy could have squealed. She knew his name, she had touched his hand and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. 'Oh yeah, things are looking up' she thought as she walked away.
Spike had walked away a few steps before stopping and turning around. He wanted one more glimpse at the beauty he had just met. He hoped he would see her again, maybe then things would start looking up. He saw her walk away as he simply stood, and watched.