"Used"
By; Foolinq Love
Crimson tiers began to curl upward into a sickly smile as Spike came into the view of her dismal and pain filled pools. Her hands were neatly folded in front of her, by her black skirt, blowing with the wind. He and the Slayer spoke together, it was obvious both were in pain. Running slender digits over the silky material of her black and purple shirt, she watched them with a great interest. Her long tresses hung against her shoulders and moved slightly in the wind. "William dearest is dying with her hatred. She doesn't love him. He's a fool for thinking so," she whispered. Suddenly, Spike walked away from the Slayer and began to move toward her. Tears sprang from the Slayer's eyes as Angel walked out to comfort her. The platinum blonde vampire noticed her and ceased. "Dru," he muttered out. A smile came over her face and she took a hand to his visage. Rubbing it softly, she smiled. "Come away William. We shall leave this horrid place now," she whispered to him.
Spike closed his eyes. "Dru—why are you here?" he asked softly, confused by her arrival at Sunny D. She smiled at him and rubbed his cheek gently before letting her hand drop to her side. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer and rested her head on his shoulder. Slowly, she began to sway around, as if dancing with the platinum blonde vampire. "D-Dru," he stuttered, "what are you doing?" A soothing hiss came from those beautiful lips of hers and he immediately became quiet.
"I missed you Spike. A beautiful ghost of you came along and told me of the pain you felt," she said in a velvety whisper. She continued to sway her hips around, moving him along with her. "He told me you hurt. You're in pain. I had to come and take you away," she said, still whispering. Spike closed his eyes, in a trance by her beauty and words. He didn't mind that fact that she was here anymore. He was embracing it.
Slowly, he slid his arms around her, pulling her cold body close to his. He had forgotten what her cool touch felt like after so long. "Dru, I have to stay. I was just. . fed up and confused back there. The Slayer needs me. She needs me to fight the fight. Win the battle," he said softly, eyes still closed. Slender hands ran to his head and soft digits began to play along with the platinum tresses.
A soft moan escaped from Spike's arid lips. He really had forgotten what this felt like. "Doesn't matter now. Mummy's here," she said, pulling her head away. Looking deep into his eyes, she saw a love for the Slayer she couldn't suppress. "Spike, I'm back for you now. We can leave. It's obvious you don't want to stay here with. . . her," she said bluntly. The male vampire shook his head slowly.
Perplexed, that's what he was. "I-I don't know," he stumbled, unsure of what to say to the old flame. "I'm needed. What else can I do?" he asked softly. Drusilla pursed her lips together and looked at him, no expression in her deep and dark pools of misery. Her swaying motion ceased.
Supposedly, venerable, Drusilla now felt as if her power over William was slowly drifting away. Ever since he tried to stake her to show his disgusting love for the Slayer, she had the vaguest idea he didn't love her anymore. "I suppose you think you can just ignore the fact I came back for you, hmm?" Drusilla spat out. "Well, it's not like that. The ways of the Slayer will have your head. Her eyes'll put you down. Then, the moon will weep down upon your ashes and I will have to go find another Daddy for Miss Edith," she said.
Closed eyes of crystal and soul laid upon Spike's face. Slowly, he nodded. "I know Love, but I'm needed," he said in a hushed whisper. Opening his eyes, he leaned forward and gently placed a kiss upon Drusilla's forehead. "After the battle . . . that's when I'll leave with you." Drusilla gazed down upon the ground.
Softly, she whispered, "Your end will come sooner than that William." Spike, unsure of her latest words, kissed her forehead again. Muscular hands rubbed against her bare arms. The friction created a warmth unusual to Drusilla's fair skin. She pulled away a tad and looked up at him with wide eyes. "She's changing you."
Azure eyes closed. Spike nodded slowly, being amicable with the words from Dru. "I should go. She's probably ready to start. I need to be there." He slowly opened his eyes, revealing her aesthetic form and visage to him once again. He took a step away, unsure of himself and his decisions.
Final words before his return to the abode of the Slayer came from crimson tiers. "Your start shall be the end." Spike disregarded her nonsense and turned around, walking back to the Summers' residence. Drusilla watched him carefully and shook her head. "He'll be gone before he realizes what a mistake he made." She turned around and looked up at the large moon. "Won't he now?"