Chapter 2

"What?!" Buffy couldn't believe her ears.

"Don't stake her." Spike repeated. He glared at Drusilla. "Get out of here, Dru. Now."

"Fine." She snarled. "But I wont let the slayer get off lightly for taking away my men."

Then she was gone.

Buffy turned back to Spike, livid. "What the hell was that? I was about to stake her!"

"Is she just another vampire to you?" Spike asked. "Is that all?"

"What is she supposed to be?"

"She's a part of my history... She's still a part of me."

"History is history Spike, your ex shouldn't still be hanging around, collecting dust."

Spike clenched his teeth. "You know, I didn't think you could be that cold hearted. Dru's not some kind of fledging. She's a master vampire, and she's still part of me…"

"She's evil Spike, are you saying that's what you are? Should I stake you too?"

"All I'm saying Buffy, is that I thought there would have been a little bit of hesitation. A little more consideration from you about how it would make me feel. It's one thing not to have someone in your life…or unlife anymore, but it's another to know they are gone completely. To lose someone I spent so much time with, so many years, to lose them so quickly, with no warning, to such a simple ending…well it just doesn't feel right."

There was a long silence.

Spike finally broke it. "Untie me please."

"Maybe she was right." Buffy burst out, not done with him yet. "Maybe Dru was right…. maybe this can't work. Perhaps it never could."

She seemed to be talking to herself now. "Oh god, I am so stupid. What was I thinking? Of course it couldn't work. Me human, you vampire…"

"Buffy…" Spike looked at her in anguish. "Don't start thinking that way…don't listen to those things she said, pet. You know you're not an ordinary human. None of the normal 'rules' should apply. Isn't your policy about living in the now?"

Buffy wasn't listening. " 'Pet'…I've heard you call Drusilla 'pet'. Do you call all girls that Spike? Is that what you think of me? Your 'pet' that can easily be replaced?"

"It's not like that Buffy and you know it."

"Fine." She stalked over to him, undoing the ties around his wrists roughly. "Then just answer me this. Do you still love her?"

Spike was speechless for a moment and all he could do was open and close his mouth, shocked. Finally he said, "….no, I don't. It's you I love."

"Too long." Buffy snapped. Without a further word she turned and ran from his crypt.

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"Buffy!" Willow exclaimed as she heard Buffy's tearful voice on the phone. "What's wrong?"

"I think he still love's her Willow. I think Spike still loves Drusilla."

"Buffy…." She could hear Willow sigh over the phone. "Buffy…I can't tell you how Spike feels about Drusilla, but I do know one thing, even if he does still have feelings for her, he cares about you a lot, that much is obvious. So you have to ask yourself, would you rather end it now over jealously, or look at what you do have and try to make things work?"

"Gee, Willow. When did you become so wise in love matters?" Buffy asked, her tone lightening.

"I'm not, Buffy. I'm just commenting from a third person's point of view. Every girl needs a friend to do that for her. Buffy…you have to decide, is it enough to love someone who loves you back, even if they also have feelings for another?"

Buffy felt a twist in her heart.

"And Buffy…remember Angel…you can't deny that you still feel a lot for him, can you? But you don't want to be with him, you want Spike. Maybe that's exactly the case with how Spike feels about Drusilla."

"And maybe it's not." Buffy said quietly, almost to herself. In truth, there was a teeny part of her that feared she would never be good enough for Spike that she couldn't compete against all those years he had with Drusilla. Spike thought that she regarded his ex-lover as nothing but an inhuman, evil fiend, but the truth was, sometimes, Buffy almost forgot that. Sometimes, she actually thought of Drusilla as human, as someone who had spent all those years with Spike…as someone who she couldn't compete against. To think of Drusilla as simply a vampire would have been easier. She was a slayer and naturally regarded herself above demons. But, she didn't regard herself better than Spike, and…. Drusilla…. forgetting sometimes in her mind that she was a vampire…. that scared her a lot.

"Thanks Willow, talking to you helped a lot." Buffy said, forcing herself to sound happy.

It was no use moping about. Willow was right, she shouldn't start jumping to conclusions so rashly, and she shouldn't let herself become hurt by this so easily.

"Still…" she muttered as she walked to her room and pulled out her chest filled with weapons. "Just because I didn't kill you tonight," she eyed an especially pointy stake, "doesn't mean I don't plan to, Dru."

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The next afternoon…

Drusilla stood at the top of a rugged cliff, a heavy black, hooded cape covering her from head to toe, a little smoke escaping where the sun had managed to creep in and burn her skin. A deep amber amulet hung from her neck, glowing slightly.

It was still daylight, and it was very risky for her to be here, but she needed to perform this ritual at the exact time of sunset, the exact moment that the sun bled into the horizon and the darkness of the night began to engulf it.

She closed her eyes, inhaling slowly. "Yesss! I can feel it…the power…the strength…. its here." She clapped her hands in delight. "Quickly, quickly now."

Drusilla sprinkled the dust of ground bones and a number of other, unknown substances over the edge of the cliff while she murmured some ancient words. The last rays of sunlight scorched her hand, but soon it would be night.

"Rise my pretties. Rise." The amulet began to emit a deep emerald green light.

There seemed to be a shifting in the earth, and then with a loud crunching sound, a large clump of dirt and rock exploded from the wall of the cliff. Soon more rocks and rubble burst forth. Long black-fingered hands clutched at the empty air, or crumbled the rock, grasping, grabbing... scrambling out from the earth. Slowly, slowly, the demons emerged and began to climb, long limbs extending over their heads, muscles bunching and rippling, thin bones betraying their strength.

Drusilla looked down as the first hand reached the edge of the cliff and soon the head appeared, a huge grin filled with too many jagged teeth, smiling at her, it's one larger eye spinning with colours.

"Misssstreesss." The demon bowed. "You have rissssen me. I am at your sssservice."

Soon, ten identical Erimoir demons were at her feet, looking up at her, waiting for orders.

"The slayer." Drusilla whispered. "I don't care how you do it, how many of you go at one time, but find her and kill her! Do not fail me. Kill the slayer!"


Another chapter:) Sorry if this one was kinda short, next one will be longer! pls review : D