"Can't be. Now I'm hallucinating." Snarling, he turned on his heels, moving rapidly away. But he could not ignore what he had seen. If it _wasn't_ Drusila, then what was he scared of? Mad at himself more then anything, he turned again. The figure was closer, weaving in and out of the mist. "Dru?" he called again, this time louder.
No response from the figure, which seemed to be dancing now, making its way slowly closer. He finally gave in, breaking into a run. He ran blindly for a few minutes, until he sensed her/it near him. With a deep breath, he turned. there she was, in all her vampiric beauty.
"Dru!" He tasted the words on his lipes this time, savouring them. But she did not react, just continued to smile. She turned from him then, uttering only, "Follow, pet." Spike was more then happy to oblige, captured in the thrall of the love who had once left him.
Far they travelled that one night. Spike ever losing sight of her, to glimpse her again as a whisp of smoke between the trees, or a speck of white in a darkened field. Without question, he followed, stopping only when they reached an old, worn down building.
"Come pet. Inside." She spoke in her soft voice, ushering him in with gentle touch and tender kisses to his cheeks and lips. The inside of the building was dark, but the two vampires could see perfectly well. Slowly, out of no where, a young woman approached spike. She was almost like a vampire, but something was...different.
"I need you pet. You must help me with this one. She desires what I do not have strength to give. Only one who had tasted the blood of a slayer can bring the ancient gift. The ancient race, Vampyres."
No response from the figure, which seemed to be dancing now, making its way slowly closer. He finally gave in, breaking into a run. He ran blindly for a few minutes, until he sensed her/it near him. With a deep breath, he turned. there she was, in all her vampiric beauty.
"Dru!" He tasted the words on his lipes this time, savouring them. But she did not react, just continued to smile. She turned from him then, uttering only, "Follow, pet." Spike was more then happy to oblige, captured in the thrall of the love who had once left him.
Far they travelled that one night. Spike ever losing sight of her, to glimpse her again as a whisp of smoke between the trees, or a speck of white in a darkened field. Without question, he followed, stopping only when they reached an old, worn down building.
"Come pet. Inside." She spoke in her soft voice, ushering him in with gentle touch and tender kisses to his cheeks and lips. The inside of the building was dark, but the two vampires could see perfectly well. Slowly, out of no where, a young woman approached spike. She was almost like a vampire, but something was...different.
"I need you pet. You must help me with this one. She desires what I do not have strength to give. Only one who had tasted the blood of a slayer can bring the ancient gift. The ancient race, Vampyres."