A/N: The results of me always wanting to put Spike and Dru aboard the fateful Titanic. Ships description is from James Cameron's 1997 'Titanic'
The ship of dreams
North Atlantic Ocean, April 14th 1912
The sounds of the terrified screaming filled my ears as I took Drusilla's hand in mine and pulled her through the door. Icy water sloshes through the corridor, soaking my boots and the hem of Dru's white gown, causing her to squeal in disgust. I growl softly and drag her along, ignoring her little whimpers of protest.
We reach a flight of stairs and I race up them. Dru follows me daintily, unhurried, a pout on her lips as she looks down and finds the bottom of her dress all stained and wet. She wrinkles her nose and hisses softly at me. Showing her displeasure of being dragged out of bed.
I roll my eyes at her "The bloody ship is sinkin' Dru! Unless you want to be stuck at the bottom of the ocean we need to get to the top deck and get the bloody hell off. Before it goes completely under" I snap at her, my voice rough
She pouts at me and whimpers "But my dress will be all wet my Spike, all wet and in rags." He voice is soft childlike, her cockney accent strong.
" I'll get you a new one love, I promise" I whisper to her softly, taking a step towards her and leaning my head against hers.
She relaxes and brushes her hands through my mousy curls. I close my eyes and kiss her softly "Come-on, love. It's time to go."
The ship is tilting dangerously now, chairs and tables are tumbling on their side, the floor is littered with shattered china and glass, the chandeliers swing precariously above my head.
We race down the hall, my wet boots leaving a soaking trail on the plush red velvet carpet. Behind me, Drusilla flitters behind me, light on her feet and holding the hem of her dress delicately in her hand as she runs, a bright happy smile on her face, a giggle bubbling in her throat.
I race up the grand staircase, past the ornately calved wooden clock and out into the screaming night. The wind is icy, though it doesn't affect me the way it would a human, it is still unpleasant against my face. Drusilla and I rush past a sailor offering life vests, not even bothering to grab one. Drowning would not affect us, neither would the icy water. No, I was more concerned with the pending dawn.
Mere hours away, that bloody sun bothered me more then I cared to admit. Getting in a lifeboat wasn't an option. We would be sitting ducks, unable to defend ourselves against those deadly rays.
The only option was to jump into the ocean, and swim. With any luck the water would keep us from burning as we make our way painfully to shore, provided we swim underneath the surface of course.
I swore colourfully, the curses doing nothing to improve my mood. "Oh, buggers this!" I growl. I knew this was a bad idea, I hated ships, hated them I don't know why Dru insisted that we take this particular one to the States. Beside me she giggled childishly and twirls around happily "Look, my Spike" she whispers pointing to the sky "The stars, I can see the stars"
I sigh, and rub my hand down my cheek in frustration, "Ok, so maybe that was the reason" I mutter to myself. I should have know "Damn woman!" I snap