2003
Sunnydale
Spike had been struggling against his chains for hours now, but it was no use. Drusilla had the damn things *cemented* into the wall and floor. He sagged against the wall, deciding to rest and be glad she had finally stopped the torture bit for a little while. For the past few hours, he had been hit, punched, kicked, burned, and other lovely forms of violence, by her minions. All the while, she rambled.
The solid metal door that was the only escape route in the room swung open, and she swept in, black skirts rustling with every movement.
"And how is my little darling?" She cooed, approaching him and grabbing him roughly by his bruised chin, tilting his head up to look at her, "Feeling better?"
Spike remained silent, glaring at her from his chains.
"You, know, this was coming." She whispered, kneeling in front of him, "It was your turn, William. Do you remember, when it was my turn. You came back to me, even after I rejected you, and you tied me up and tortured me for days...Remember?"
"Yeah." He bit out between clenched teeth.
"Didn't work, though, did it, my love?" She sighed and stood, "No, it did not. You were too weak to really get on with it. Pitiful, pitiful. Miss Edith and I laughed for days and days after you left. For Good."
"Then why am I here, Dru? Hm? You reject me, so why am I here?"
"You betrayed me." She growled, her eyes glowing yellow, "This a *Slayer*. I mean, really. Had you given up all hope on me?"
"So...you can toss me aside for a bloody *chaos demon* but I'm not allowed to move on?"
"Right." She giggled, "Nice, isn't it?"
"But--"
"When I came to you before, when you...oh it was quite a sight, promising to kill me, for that Slayer. But you knew you wouldn't do it. Because you're *weak*." She clucked her tongue, "But, I'll take you back, anyway. Because you belong to me. Not that wispy little--"
"Buffy."
"Yes. Buffy."
"No." Spike grinned up at her, then gestured with his chin to the door, "Buffy."
Drusilla turned and was met by one *pissed* Slayer.
2002
Sunnydale
By daylight, Faith was gone. She woke to find herself held tightly in the arms of someone warm, and she could smell alcohol. Sitting up in bed, she could see the mess on the floor. That would explain it.
"Death by mini-bar." She muttered, extracting herself from Wesley's embrace. After dressing quickly, Faith stopped to look at him. The sheets were pulled up to just below his belly button, and she could see faint white lines of scars that had been invisible last night in the dimness of the room. But now, in the morning, reminders of what she had done were clear and etched out on the smoothness of his skin.
And she left. Without a word, or a touch. Not even a quick note. Because, she wasn't used to this. Every thing with her was fast, and easy, and usually ended right after it, well, ended. Faith had made it a rule to *never* stick around after she slept with anyone. It meant commitment, even if it was only for breakfast or morning-after small talk. It was just easier to get out as soon as possible. But this time, she had stayed, and she had woken up next to Wesley.
As she entered to Summer's house she found the rest of the LA gang there, with Spike whining about tuxedo fittings and Buffy looking like she was about to stake him any minute.
"What's going on?" Faith asked, shutting the door behind her.
"She's makin' me go to a bloody fitting with the poof and the whelp." Spike groused.
"The who and the what?"
"Xander and Angel." Willow clarified, "Meanwhile, we're going last-minute dress shopping. Wanna come?"
Faith nodded quickly, knowing that there was *no* chance of running into Wesley at a bridal shop, "Let me change real fast."
2003
Sunnydale
Drusilla's face immediately shifted into its demon form, her eyes narrowed golden slits, "Slayer."
Buffy wiggled her fingers in a childish wave, "Hi, Drusilla. Now, should you unlock him or should I kill you and do it myself?"
The vampiress giggled, "Oh, little Slayer. If I were you, I would run along home, now. Go on, shoo. I have an army of minions around here, just itching for some play time."
Just then, Angel and Wesley appeared, two minions being dragged, unconscious, into the room.
"I called for reinforcements." Buffy informed her with a shrug, "So, unlock him."
Drusilla glanced at Spike and winked at him before launching herself at the Slayer, one hand flying out to scratch her across the cheek.
Buffy touched the bloody scratches as Drusilla backed off slightly, waiting for retaliation, "Oh. You want a chick fight? Fine."
And they were off. Spike sat in his chains and grinned. This was just *fun*.