Author Note: My goal is to update once a day until this fic is finished (should be 9 chapters). However the Hurricane Irene has really been messing with my plans. First band camp was cancelled. So I thought I had a free week and I'd be done with this before I went back to school. Now, apparently, it starts today (I'm posting in the early morning). In fact, that's why I'm posting so early, because technically it's the 30th so I'm following my one-a-day plan. But if I fall behind it's because I'm so tired from running new drills and memorizing new music. I'll be free on Saturday and my classes don't start until sometime next week so if I do fall behind it'll still be finished before the end of next week.

Author Note 2: So this chapter is a flashback about Spike's past. I had a lot of fun writing Drusilla's dialogue and I hope I did her justice. She's one of my favorite characters to write for so let me know if she sounds in character and if there is anything I should improve on. I hope you like this chapter (and this story). Don't forget to review at the end. Enjoy!


Chapter 2

1998

"Pretty lil' girl. She keeps screaming. But come nightfall the screams will stop. You can't scream if your lungs will take no air." Drusilla walked by the woman that she had tied up. "Spike will be home soon," she whispered into the lady's ear. "Tasty little snack you'll be."

The woman squirmed. Drusilla slapped her. "Stay still. Be a pretty lil' portrait."

Drusilla had a heighten sense of hearing and listened as Spike took out his keys and placed them through the keyhole. "Mumsy's little boy's home. And I think he's hungry."

Spike opened the door and walked into the apartment that he and his girlfriend Drusilla shared. The girl that was tied up let out a huge, glass breaking scream. Drusilla slapped her. "Bite your tongue!"

Spike dropped the bag of groceries he was carrying and ran over to the girl. "Dru!" he said, "What have you done."

"I brought us dinner. Want a taste?"

"Dinner?" Spike said. "Those groceries are dinner." He pointed at the bag. Then he placed a hand on the scared woman's shoulder. "This lady is a person. Not dinner!"

Spike attempted to untie the girl but Drusilla pushed him away. She was stronger than she looked. "Bad Spikey." While Spike was on the ground Drusilla came close to the girl. She moan in anticipation of what she was about to do. The girl screamed again, but that time it has a musically effect on Dru. She began to sway back and forth to the music of the screams.

Spike, who had hit his head, began to get up. He was dizzy but a girl was screaming. Then he remembered what was happening. Dru was having an episode and the girl was scared. He knew his Drusilla would never hurt a fly, it was all make believe to her, but the tied up woman did not know that.

He got up just in time to see Dru nuzzling on the woman's neck. He walked over to Dru, ready to take her off when he noticed the woman's head slump. She had stopped screaming. Panicked, Spike pulled Drusilla off of the woman. There was a large gaping hole with blood pouring out of it in the middle of the woman's neck. "Dru!" Spike said.

He pulled his shirt off and tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use, the woman was losing too much blood. "Call 9-1-1, Dru!" he shouted. He hoped she would break out of her psychotic trance just in time."

"Forget about the girl. I'll find you a new one for you to snack on," Drusilla said.

"You killed her, Dru!" Spike yelled, "This isn't a game or make believe. She is going to die unless she gets help right now. Hell, she'll probably die anyway."

"Spike," Drusilla said calmly but confused, "why are you so upset? I thought you'd be proud."


Author Note: Just a reminder to review :p