She swayed to a song only she could hear on top of corpses. He watched her dance, his eyes gleaming, until she turned to him and dropped the last one upon whom she'd been feeding. "Am I still pretty?" Her voice lilted as crimson blood dribbled down her pale chin.

Reaching her, he took her hand in his. "Am I still your pretty Princess?"

"Always, luv," Spike assured, kissing her pout away before licking Buffy's blood from Dru's chin. He lifted her into his arms. They waltzed on the Slayer and her friends, just as he'd promised her they would.

The End