Thought I'd take a stab at writing from Drusilla's point of view. This is when she's realizing somethings up. Near that flashback in fool for love when she asks Spike why he can't kill her. Don't critisize me too bad. It's my first try at Drusilla. I thought I'd give it a go. I might edit it alittle later and add but who knows. Review please. Tell me what you think. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of the characters. As much as I would like to have angel or Spike all to myself they belong to Joss. This is just me playing around with his ideas.
Gone
Sunnydale 2001
Everything in her head was screaming. Miss Edith was not pleased. No. Her dark prince, gone. He was not hers. Her daddy had gone and now Willie was leaving as well.
Her. It was all her fault. The slayer. Always taking them away. Teasing her. Laughing. Her prince and her daddy. All gone. Because of her.
He tasted of ashes. Spike. He was here but he was not. Drusilla knew, Miss Edith knew. The only one who did not know was her dark prince. The slayer was here. All over him. Her face blinding Drusilla's sight.
Her Spike, no where to be found. Miss Edith says the tea is cold and we should be gone. But I miss my dark prince. The stars keep whispering dreadful things. Drusilla does not want to believe. But the stars never lie.
Daddy was so sweet. Like candy. Never let Drusilla down. Miss Edith liked Angelus very much. Spike even more, until she came along. Poor daddy gone to hell and Spike stuck in his own. So much gone to waste.
Quiet quiet night. She wants it all the same. She misses her daddy and her Spike. Miss Edith says Willie is a wretched boy, Find better she says. But Spike is my prince. I found him. All mine. Until that slayer took him.