Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Angelus or Drusilla, but Katrina is my own
creation. And now the story continues.
Victorian London
Katrina walked down the staircase to their Victorian town house. Spike smiled at her. She was dressed in a sky blue gown with a matching bonnet. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Spike whisked her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
"Ready to go to the Opera, pet?"
Spike gazed adoringly, then placed her gently on her feet. Katrina giggled. Spike handed her a matching travelling cape, which Katrina secured with a deep blue ribbon. Spike opened the door and they stepped out towards the waiting cab.
The theatre was crowded as Spike and Katrina made their way to a private box on the balcony floor. There the couple took their places. Just before the opera began, Spike presented Katrina with a box which she opened and, to her delight, she discovered a beautiful locket. Spike opened the locket and revealed two miniature portraits, one of each of them. He decided not to mention what had happened to the artist after they had been finished.
"This way we'll never be apart," he whispered in Katrina's ear. Katrina's eyes filled with tears of joy as she hugged Spike and kissed his lips, her heart overflowing with love.
In almost no time at all, the first act of the opera was over. As boredom set in, Katrina started to inspect the crowds through her opera glasses. She frowned, turning to Spike.
"Spike," her voice was filled with confusion, "Do you know him?" she asked, pointing at the dark haired man staring at them. Spike looked through the opera glasses and swore. "What?" Katrina was worried.
"We've got to go. Now!" Spike pulled Katrina out of the box. "You've got to go. He'll kill you, if only to please Dru." Katrina gave Spike a puzzled look, wondering exactly who 'Dru' was. Spike took a deep breath before he continued. "You know I told you about Angelus. That's him. Dru would have a fit if she saw me with you and so Angelus would kill you just to keep her happy. Go. Now! Get out of London, even out of the country. Just don't stay here. Don't stay with me." Spike's voice shook with emotions he hadn't felt in decades. He cupped her face in his hand and murmured, "I love you."
"Spike, my boy!" The voice made them jump and whirl around to face Angelus. "What delectable morsel have you got there?"
"Run!" hissed Spike, his eyes glowing yellow in fear for his love as he push Katrina away. As Katrina fled, Angelus tried to follow. Spike snarled, stepping in pursuer's path. "Don't bother, Angelus. You won't catch her."
"Oh, I think I will."
Angelus slammed Spike against the wall and ran after Katrina.
Katrina ran out of the theatre with Angelus in hot pursuit. She leapt into the nearest cab and slammed the door. Angelus reached into the cab, trying to grab her but hastily drawing back with a snarl as his hand encountered her fangs.
"Drive on and don't stop!" Katrina yelled and the cab jolted into motion. Ice cold tears ran down her cheeks as she left the theatre.
"I will never forget you, my Spike," she whispered. "Not as long as I live."
The cab rolled on into the night as a vampire wept in sadness at the memory of her love.
Victorian London
Katrina walked down the staircase to their Victorian town house. Spike smiled at her. She was dressed in a sky blue gown with a matching bonnet. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Spike whisked her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
"Ready to go to the Opera, pet?"
Spike gazed adoringly, then placed her gently on her feet. Katrina giggled. Spike handed her a matching travelling cape, which Katrina secured with a deep blue ribbon. Spike opened the door and they stepped out towards the waiting cab.
The theatre was crowded as Spike and Katrina made their way to a private box on the balcony floor. There the couple took their places. Just before the opera began, Spike presented Katrina with a box which she opened and, to her delight, she discovered a beautiful locket. Spike opened the locket and revealed two miniature portraits, one of each of them. He decided not to mention what had happened to the artist after they had been finished.
"This way we'll never be apart," he whispered in Katrina's ear. Katrina's eyes filled with tears of joy as she hugged Spike and kissed his lips, her heart overflowing with love.
In almost no time at all, the first act of the opera was over. As boredom set in, Katrina started to inspect the crowds through her opera glasses. She frowned, turning to Spike.
"Spike," her voice was filled with confusion, "Do you know him?" she asked, pointing at the dark haired man staring at them. Spike looked through the opera glasses and swore. "What?" Katrina was worried.
"We've got to go. Now!" Spike pulled Katrina out of the box. "You've got to go. He'll kill you, if only to please Dru." Katrina gave Spike a puzzled look, wondering exactly who 'Dru' was. Spike took a deep breath before he continued. "You know I told you about Angelus. That's him. Dru would have a fit if she saw me with you and so Angelus would kill you just to keep her happy. Go. Now! Get out of London, even out of the country. Just don't stay here. Don't stay with me." Spike's voice shook with emotions he hadn't felt in decades. He cupped her face in his hand and murmured, "I love you."
"Spike, my boy!" The voice made them jump and whirl around to face Angelus. "What delectable morsel have you got there?"
"Run!" hissed Spike, his eyes glowing yellow in fear for his love as he push Katrina away. As Katrina fled, Angelus tried to follow. Spike snarled, stepping in pursuer's path. "Don't bother, Angelus. You won't catch her."
"Oh, I think I will."
Angelus slammed Spike against the wall and ran after Katrina.
Katrina ran out of the theatre with Angelus in hot pursuit. She leapt into the nearest cab and slammed the door. Angelus reached into the cab, trying to grab her but hastily drawing back with a snarl as his hand encountered her fangs.
"Drive on and don't stop!" Katrina yelled and the cab jolted into motion. Ice cold tears ran down her cheeks as she left the theatre.
"I will never forget you, my Spike," she whispered. "Not as long as I live."
The cab rolled on into the night as a vampire wept in sadness at the memory of her love.