Disclaimers in part one.
Part 2: Waiting
*
When she was finished, I picked her up, cradling her body in my
arms. Her head lolled back, limply. She felt so light in my
arms, as if her soul had already fled. I could hear her heart
beating more faintly, her breath fading, and in the few seconds
it took to lay her down on the tomb, her body died.
She would have looked like Sleeping Beauty, if it weren't for all
the blood. I pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across
her face.
Dru hadn't made a sound.
I hissed at her, "Bring her someone, now. Once you've done that,
I want you to leave."
She left, silently.
I sank down into my chair, head in my hands. I barely noticed
when she came back, except to see that the young girl she brought
was unconscious, and unbitten.
Drusilla said, "Spike."
"I thought I told you to leave."
"I can see. I can see what you want to do."
I gritted my teeth, and stood up.
"How can I make this any clearer? Just go. I never want to see
you again."
Her face grew tight with pain, but she pleaded, "Don't do it,
please don't do it."
I snapped.
"Get out, you bloody witch! Just leave me alone!"
"She wanted it, Spike. She wanted it, so let her have it."
I turned my back on her.
The door shut with a clang.
There was no escaping what I needed to do.
I took both girls to a place none of the Slayer's friends would
find. I cleaned the crypt of her blood. For good measure I
dusted a vamp next to the spot. Let them think what they would.
I returned to where I'd left her. I held her hand. Even in
false death, she was beautiful.
I put my head down beside her hand, and whispered, "Why? Why
me?" My voice fell dead into the silence.
She didn't answer, but the answer would come, soon enough. So
I waited and tried not to pray to gods who wouldn't hear.
Part 2: Waiting
*
When she was finished, I picked her up, cradling her body in my
arms. Her head lolled back, limply. She felt so light in my
arms, as if her soul had already fled. I could hear her heart
beating more faintly, her breath fading, and in the few seconds
it took to lay her down on the tomb, her body died.
She would have looked like Sleeping Beauty, if it weren't for all
the blood. I pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across
her face.
Dru hadn't made a sound.
I hissed at her, "Bring her someone, now. Once you've done that,
I want you to leave."
She left, silently.
I sank down into my chair, head in my hands. I barely noticed
when she came back, except to see that the young girl she brought
was unconscious, and unbitten.
Drusilla said, "Spike."
"I thought I told you to leave."
"I can see. I can see what you want to do."
I gritted my teeth, and stood up.
"How can I make this any clearer? Just go. I never want to see
you again."
Her face grew tight with pain, but she pleaded, "Don't do it,
please don't do it."
I snapped.
"Get out, you bloody witch! Just leave me alone!"
"She wanted it, Spike. She wanted it, so let her have it."
I turned my back on her.
The door shut with a clang.
There was no escaping what I needed to do.
I took both girls to a place none of the Slayer's friends would
find. I cleaned the crypt of her blood. For good measure I
dusted a vamp next to the spot. Let them think what they would.
I returned to where I'd left her. I held her hand. Even in
false death, she was beautiful.
I put my head down beside her hand, and whispered, "Why? Why
me?" My voice fell dead into the silence.
She didn't answer, but the answer would come, soon enough. So
I waited and tried not to pray to gods who wouldn't hear.