Drusilla was standing over Spike, a stake in her hand. Spike was sitting up, his eyes closed, with a small, almost serene smile on his face. His head was tilted up as if waiting and welcoming the blow that was to come.

It took a second for Buffy's sleep addled mind to comprehend the sight before blinked away the confusion and, as her brain cleared, panic struck.

"No!" she cried. She scrambled to get to her feet, slipping slightly on the blanket underneath her. Once she was up, Buffy ran straight for Drusilla. She tackled the vamp just as the stake was mere inches from Spike's chest. Buffy watched in relief as the weapon was knocked out of Drusilla's hand and skittered across the floor.

"Nnnoo!" Drusilla howled and began writhing underneath Buffy for freedom. "I need that," she told the Slayer desperately."I have to help him."

"Help him?" Buffy sputtered incredulously, tightening her grip on the other woman's wrist. "You were going to kill him!"

Drusilla slowly moved her head from side to side. "I was trying to free him," she whispered, closing her eyes as tears slipped from them.

Buffy's brow knitted in confusion,"Free him?"

Drusilla nodded, "From the hell I've trapped him in." she elaborated. "Poor, pretty William." She looked at the man with profound sorrow.

Dumbfounded, Buffy loosened her hold on Drusilla-she wasn't fighting back anymore anyway- and sat back, trying to figure this out.

Now that Buffy wasn't holding her down anymore, Drusilla rolled over and pushed herself up on all fours, then crawled over to Spike.

Buffy stiffened, ready to jump in should Drusilla try anything took some comfort from the fact that Drusilla's discarded stake was relatively far away. Still, Buffy insisted on being cautious and inched closer towards the pair.

"So, beautiful," Dru murmured, touching a hand to his cheek. Spike closed his eyes and turned into the familiar caress.

"He was the most beautiful thing I ever saw and I had to have him. Wasn't just his face." She stroked his cheek gently, watching as Spike's eyes opened and bore into hers. "It was what was in here." Drusilla placed her other hand on his chest. "Never had I felt such a heart, burning with such passion, such love, just waiting to give it to someone."

Drusilla looked away from him and down to the floor, as if not able to face him anymore.

"And now it's filled with sorrow," she went on quietly. "His pretty head that used to be swirling with words and poetry, now only has terrible memories. And it's all my fault."

Spike wrapped his fingers around the hand on his chest and squeezed gently. Drusilla brought her eyes back up to him in surprise.

"I don't blame you," he told her, his voice low and fierce. "It wasn't your fault."

Drusilla let out a whimper and crumbled onto Spike's chest. He wrapped his arms around her body, chains rattling with the movement, and bent his head to rest on top of hers. "I don't blame you," he whispered again.

Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes as she looked upon the couple. Despite the fact that she had been told that vampires were incapable of such emotions, Buffy had always–however grudgingly– acknowledged the two shared a deep affection for one another. But before all she had seen was a twisted kind of love, never noting the beauty of the couple, until now. The sight of them made her heart ache for her own lost love.

Buffy's eyes swept across the room to the now dormant statue of Acathla. The vision of her driving the sword into Angel's chest still much too fresh in her mind. She fought back the tears brimming in her eyes, she had to hold them in right now. If she let them fall they might never stop. She didn't have time to have a breakdown, yet.

She looked back to the couple; it seemed wrong for Buffy to be there, witnessing such an intimate moment. She felt as though she should give them privacy, but considering that it hadn't even been five minutes since Drusilla had tried to stake Spike, she wasn't so sure that that was a good idea.

Which reminded her, she was going to have to find some way of restraining the woman because, clearly, Drusilla was a danger to others as well as herself.

With some hesitation, Buffy left the pair alone and went to search the bedrooms for another set of chains or maybe some rope. To the Slayer's dismay, there were no chains and there was no rope. didn't find any. Instead, Buffy had to resort to ripping up bed sheets in order to tie Drusilla to a chair. The thought of doing that to the clearly traumatized woman made Buffy's stomach clench. Yet, for the time being, she didn't really see any other option.

Buffy waited a little while, intentionally giving Spike and Drusilla more time alone, before going back into the room with her makeshift binds.

Drusilla appeared to have fallen asleep in Spike's arms while Spike's head rested against the wall, his eyes closed.

Buffy felt a pang of guilt, really not wanting to interrupt the resting couple. But being the Slayer had given her plenty of experience in doing things that she didn't want to do. So, steeling herself, Buffy strode over to them.

As she crouched down and reached out towards Drusilla, Spike's head snapped up and his eyes opened.

Buffy gasped in surprise, before quickly shaking it off.

Spike's gaze drifted to the strips of ripped up sheets in her hand.

"I have to," Buffy told him firmly, afraid he was going to argue.

Spike gave a nod. "I know," he whispered plaintively.

Buffy softened.

"I'm sorry," she said and carefully took the sleeping vampire from his arms. Deciding not to tie her to a chair after all, Buffy bound Drusilla's wrists and ankles before laying her back down on the pallet next to Spike.

When she finished, she looked at Spike. The vampire stared back at her with his unsettlingly beautiful, sad eyes. She wanted to say something to him but found that all her words had caught in her throat. They were probably all inadequate anyway.

So Buffy just turned away instead and went back to her own makeshift bed, laying down with her back to him.

After what seemed like ages of just lying awake, Buffy was just starting to feel sleep tugging her under when a sudden thought struck her.

'Blood! They're going to need blood.' The realization shook sleep away. She sat up and looked over to the vampires, now both sleeping.

Buffy could see light filtering in through a window from another room. Realizing that it was morning, she rubbed her hands over her face and got to her feet.

She didn't wear a watch and there weren't any clocks that she could see, but Buffy knew that the butcher's opened rather early. And, worst case scenario, she could always wake up Willy. Even though Buffy didn't like the idea of leaving the vampires just now, she knew they would probably need to feed when they woke up and wasn't like she could take them along. So, she figured, now was as good a time as any to go out.

With that in mind, Buffy took a breath and left, vowing to get back as soon as possible.