Chapter Six

Together Again

"Get out." Buffy said, staring pointedly at Drusilla. Slowly, Drusilla stood and faced the petite blonde, her yellow eyes sizing up her opponent.

"You killed my Spike. My poet." she ran a finger across the top of two other fingers. "Shame, shame, shame. You are a naughty girl."

Buffy took a fighting stance and yanked out a stake. Drusilla hissed and took a few steps backwards.

"Leave now, and I won't hurt you." Buffy said, keeping her voice as calm as possible.

"Bad girl. You are the one who needs to leave. My Poet will rise soon, and I don't want him to be disturbed." she took a step forward and whispered. "I want it to be perfect."

Buffy rolled her eyes and lunged forward, only to be attacked from behind. As she hit the stone floor, she let out a cry of pain and frustration. Above her, Drusilla made a clucking sound.

"You think I would come here alone?"

Whoever had attacked Buffy rolled her over. It was a familiar vampire with blonde hair. "No one hurts our Spike but us." she said and heaved Buffy up.

"Leave now, and we won't hurt you." Drusilla said, sidling up to Harmony's side.

Buffy glared, but obeyed their wishes and climbed up the ladder and hurried out of the crypt.

***

The following night.

"Bloody Hell."

With a vengeance, Spike rose from his lying position and stood, clutching at his head.

"So, you're awake now." someone behind him said, and he turned to look at whoever it was. A familiar blonde walked up to him and threw her arms about him.

"You're back!" she exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek.

Spike looked down at her, and a mean look filled his eyes. "Where is she?"

Harmony backed away nervously, knowing the look he had on his face. "Hunting."

***

"Why did you do it?" Spike screamed, and attacked Drusilla from behind. She fell, Spike atop her, and whimpered.

"Because you were in pain," she said, a tears spilling from her eyes. "I wanted my Spike to be happy."

Spike let out a growl. "Like hell you did! You wanted me back for your own selfish pleasure!" he screamed, hitting her across the face. She whimpered even more. "I was able to see the sun again! To see who I was again!" Spike rolled off of her and began to ramble as salty tears ran down his face.

"Shhhh. Spike, you're back again. You're my Dark Poet again. Don't be sad." Drusilla said, and sat up, eyes wide with pity and pain. Gently, she wrapped her arms about Spike's shoulders and drew him to her chest. Spike let out a couple more choked sobs, and then lifted his head even with Drusilla's.

"I missed you," he said softly, looking into her eyes.

"As did I. I'm sorry." she murmured, and traced a finger down Spike's cheek, drawing blood.

Like so many times before, she licked the blood off of his face, and drew together in a passionate kiss. It was different this time, like all the other times, but in this instance, it was special. They drew apart, looking at one another lovingly.

"We're together again, my love." they said in unison. Spike fell atop her and kissed her passionately, making up for the four years they had been separated. Lying on the grass in the middle of a graveyard, they made love for the first time since Spike had left her in Brazil. A whisper rose from the graveyard, held aloft by the wind.

"I love you."

Author's Note: yeah, yeah. Uber-mushy. Well, deal with it. I have been yearning for good old Drusilla/Spike fluff for a while now. And you'd better be happy that I started up this story again! *stops ranting* hope you liked it.

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