Chapter 2- Madness and Irony
"Delivery service pet," he held the door ajar as he watched Drusilla's eyes dance madly as she picked out her prize. "Her," she said about a young girl. A pretty maid all wrapped up just for her.
"I- I- want...," suddenly Dru collapsed. Spike quickly dropped James, the man he was eating and came. "Luv," he questioned. She tilted her head. "You won't find her ere...!" "The pixie says she's gone away. To where the Sun burns...!"
"Who luv...? Is it Cecily...?"
"Oh yes," she nodded excitedly.
"Tell me all about it Dru...," he smiled around a mouthful of fangs at the guy hanging off the rack with a railroad spike sticking out. "Not 'done with you' just yet," he snarled. The man was shaking. "What are you, wild dogs!?" Spike sighed. "May I eat him now LUV...!?"
"Got a better idea, my pet," she walked up to him scaring him with the air of 'someone NOT alive' about her.
"Turn him if you want Miss Cecily to run to you..." She snaked a nail up his face. "Such pretty light will be burned out..."
"Such shame," she tsked. "Couldn't appreciate the wonders of 'poetry. The wonders of..." Her eyes glinted. "Immortality." "See mate', that's effulgent," Spike paced around him.
"But- you- YOU WILL DIE!"
He screamed all the way through the window.