Stripes
He walked with a swagger in his step through the square, the taste of her blood still fresh on his breath. It had been an amazing encounter, killing the thing that hunted his own kind. Drusilla hung on his arm, cackling happily at her boy's success. She couldn't wait to flaunt it to Darla.
"Where were you two?" Darla asked as they met on the edge of the square.
"Spike's gone and killed himself a Slayer," Dru snickered.
"It was beautiful, sucking the life out of her."
"She tasted like honey," Dru giggled.
"Well…I guess you've earned some respect."