Spike quickly went up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He mouth still tingled from those last moments with Buffy. He had said goodbye, and he supposed he meant it. He was getting Dru back, the one thing he had wanted, so why did he feel like shit?
He pushed the thoughts aside. The deal was over, she was going to kill Angelus, and he was getting back Dru. So that should have been the end of it. Even though he wished it wasn't. He had gone over this before. She was the Slayer, he was...well evil. And they couldn't ever work together. He packed some things in a suitcase, his and Dru's, and zipped it up. They could get new clothes later.
He started down the stairs. He had to get Dru before she came into the house and found Angelus. He came into the foyer just as Drusilla walked in. He looked at her, his dark princess. She was everything he loved, everything he wanted in a female and now he could have her.
"Baby," Spike said, shutting down his mind so she couldn't get into it. She floated past him. "Daddy's going punish you, don't go far love. We'll have a party." Spike stared at her. She knew? And she wasn't going all crazy on him? He raised his eyebrows.
She was starting down the hall...Spike hurried to catch up to her. She continued to walk away from him. Oh god...she was walking past the hall that led to Buffy...Spike let out a breath. She had passed it. Her mind must have preoccupied or she would have felt them right of the bat.
"Dru! Honey! Wait," Spike called to her. She ignored him. "I've got to find Daddy, he promised me a present." Spike shook his head. This was not the time for her insane babble! Any minute she could hear them...or sense Buffy. He had to do something, and quick.
"Drusilla. Stop. You won't find him here." That got her attention she spun around. "Bad Spike. Angelus told me he'd kill her, where is he?" Spike looked at her, "He left Dru, said he needed some big guns if he were going to kill the Slayer. He left without you." Spike did his best to put the lie into his head to fool her.
She studied him. "You lie to me Spike," She said, coming towards him slowly. "No I don't, now come with me baby, we need to get gone before the Slayer comes and kills us." Drusilla looked at him, dark eyes shining. "Did Spike make the Slayer mad? You didn't play nice did you Spike?" Spike chuckled. "Not quite baby, now come on, hurry up."
She moved past him, back towards the front door. "No Spike, I have to find Angelus." Spike reached out to grab her but she turned on him, her vampire face showing and yellow eyes glinting. She gave him an evil smile, then hit him with all her force, which was more than you would expect from an insane vampiress.
Spike flew a few feet backward and she turned and fled down the hall. Spike was on his feet quickly. "Dru! Wait!" She gave him no heed and continued to run. As Spike flew after her he passed the corridor that led to Buffy and Angelus. A long scream came to him from the third door down. Buffy's scream.
He looked at Dru, who had just turned the corner. He could still catch her if he hurried. He looked down the corridor Buffy's scream had come from. Were things always this goddamn difficult? "Bloody hell!" He hollered, throwing up his arms
****
She didn't know what hit her. One minute she was aiming the crossbow, the next she had pulled the trigger, and then. . .she was on the ground with a snarling, jealous vampire on top of her. She screamed as she felt fangs sink into her neck. She was going to die. What had gone wrong?
The shackles...she felt weak as she remembered back. He had said something in a different language, something she couldn't understand, and the shackles had come off. Oh god, they had used Angelus' shackles, of course he would know how to open them. They were enforced with magic. She moaned as her head swam, she was losing it. She closed her eyes.
Angelus drank hungrily, deeply, never stopping. Buffy gripped his back. Her strength was waning. She was going to die at the hand of her biggest foe and the thief of her greatest love. She managed to open her eyes, Angelus had stopped drinking and was looking down at her, yellow eyes strong and hungry.
In that moment she saw his features crumble and his mouth open in a silent yell, then he was dust. She knew no more as she sunk into the waiting darkness.
****
Her eyes flitted open. She looked around. She had seen this place before. She was tucked under black silk sheets and a satin comforter. She reached up to her neck where a bandage had been wound there. She struggled to move her head.
Sitting in the half shadows, where he seemed to fit so well, was Spike. He was unmoving, looking at her. He saw her gaze and stood, coming over to her. "Spike?" She whispered. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. "I'm here Buffy," he said softly. "Why?" She asked in a voice only audible to him. Spike smiled delicately. "We had a deal didn't we?"
*The End*
He pushed the thoughts aside. The deal was over, she was going to kill Angelus, and he was getting back Dru. So that should have been the end of it. Even though he wished it wasn't. He had gone over this before. She was the Slayer, he was...well evil. And they couldn't ever work together. He packed some things in a suitcase, his and Dru's, and zipped it up. They could get new clothes later.
He started down the stairs. He had to get Dru before she came into the house and found Angelus. He came into the foyer just as Drusilla walked in. He looked at her, his dark princess. She was everything he loved, everything he wanted in a female and now he could have her.
"Baby," Spike said, shutting down his mind so she couldn't get into it. She floated past him. "Daddy's going punish you, don't go far love. We'll have a party." Spike stared at her. She knew? And she wasn't going all crazy on him? He raised his eyebrows.
She was starting down the hall...Spike hurried to catch up to her. She continued to walk away from him. Oh god...she was walking past the hall that led to Buffy...Spike let out a breath. She had passed it. Her mind must have preoccupied or she would have felt them right of the bat.
"Dru! Honey! Wait," Spike called to her. She ignored him. "I've got to find Daddy, he promised me a present." Spike shook his head. This was not the time for her insane babble! Any minute she could hear them...or sense Buffy. He had to do something, and quick.
"Drusilla. Stop. You won't find him here." That got her attention she spun around. "Bad Spike. Angelus told me he'd kill her, where is he?" Spike looked at her, "He left Dru, said he needed some big guns if he were going to kill the Slayer. He left without you." Spike did his best to put the lie into his head to fool her.
She studied him. "You lie to me Spike," She said, coming towards him slowly. "No I don't, now come with me baby, we need to get gone before the Slayer comes and kills us." Drusilla looked at him, dark eyes shining. "Did Spike make the Slayer mad? You didn't play nice did you Spike?" Spike chuckled. "Not quite baby, now come on, hurry up."
She moved past him, back towards the front door. "No Spike, I have to find Angelus." Spike reached out to grab her but she turned on him, her vampire face showing and yellow eyes glinting. She gave him an evil smile, then hit him with all her force, which was more than you would expect from an insane vampiress.
Spike flew a few feet backward and she turned and fled down the hall. Spike was on his feet quickly. "Dru! Wait!" She gave him no heed and continued to run. As Spike flew after her he passed the corridor that led to Buffy and Angelus. A long scream came to him from the third door down. Buffy's scream.
He looked at Dru, who had just turned the corner. He could still catch her if he hurried. He looked down the corridor Buffy's scream had come from. Were things always this goddamn difficult? "Bloody hell!" He hollered, throwing up his arms
****
She didn't know what hit her. One minute she was aiming the crossbow, the next she had pulled the trigger, and then. . .she was on the ground with a snarling, jealous vampire on top of her. She screamed as she felt fangs sink into her neck. She was going to die. What had gone wrong?
The shackles...she felt weak as she remembered back. He had said something in a different language, something she couldn't understand, and the shackles had come off. Oh god, they had used Angelus' shackles, of course he would know how to open them. They were enforced with magic. She moaned as her head swam, she was losing it. She closed her eyes.
Angelus drank hungrily, deeply, never stopping. Buffy gripped his back. Her strength was waning. She was going to die at the hand of her biggest foe and the thief of her greatest love. She managed to open her eyes, Angelus had stopped drinking and was looking down at her, yellow eyes strong and hungry.
In that moment she saw his features crumble and his mouth open in a silent yell, then he was dust. She knew no more as she sunk into the waiting darkness.
****
Her eyes flitted open. She looked around. She had seen this place before. She was tucked under black silk sheets and a satin comforter. She reached up to her neck where a bandage had been wound there. She struggled to move her head.
Sitting in the half shadows, where he seemed to fit so well, was Spike. He was unmoving, looking at her. He saw her gaze and stood, coming over to her. "Spike?" She whispered. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. "I'm here Buffy," he said softly. "Why?" She asked in a voice only audible to him. Spike smiled delicately. "We had a deal didn't we?"
*The End*