Disclaimer: sadly I own absolutely nothing to do with BTVS other than the video
purchased. Joss owns everything and I'm going to have a sulk about it!
Title: Tired Hearts
Spike dropped Buffy back at her apartment after nearly four hours shopping. She had brought all the necessaries for her apartment. But had forgotten about things like can openers and corkscrews. Spike chuckled when he remembered the conversation.
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'What would I need with a corkscrew? I'm not twenty-one yet.' She screwed her eyes up studying the corkscrew in her hands
'Buffy you can drink legally at eighteen in England, so your need one."
'Oh, right. But the thing is Buffy and drinking are non-mixy things.' She frowned
'And what else is Buffy non-mixy with?' Spike teased.
'Umm, driving. Well more to the point machinery. Not very good with them.' She smiled sweetly and Spike felt her tug at his heartstrings once again.
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His memory kept flashing to the embarrassing shower. She had just laughed with him when other girls would have screamed their heads off. Buffy was amazing and he wanted to find out more about her. He knew so little and yet he felt like he could love her like he had loved before. The thought of Drusilla flew into his head so quickly he couldn't stop it from emerging. Her smile was lingering over him like it had when they had made love. Her eyes would stare though him. All the time he thought it had been because she had been enjoying the moment, when all the time it had been because she hated him.
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Dru and Spike had gone for a night out but half way though the night she had left saying he was boring. She was going to catch up with her mates. With that she had stormed out leaving Spike feeling a fool. He sat at the bar taking shots of whisky and vodka to the point that everything was blurred. A lonely girl who had been stood up came over and ordered a Malibu and lemonade. Spike had smiled and she smiled back. Next thing he new he was bending her over and lifting up her skirt at the back door of the bar. After plunging into her he pumped his manly hood inside her making her moan. Just as he was about to come, he heard a scream and looked up to see Drusilla string at him in the middle of his affair. He pushed the girl away and pulled up his trousers. He ran towards Drusilla and she walked away. He caught her while she was hailing a black taxi and jumped in next to her. All the way backs to his flat she sat in silence. Spike though had sobered up at the shock and was apologising non–stop.
After they arrived home Drusilla had walked to the bedroom and sat on the bed sobbing her heart out.
"Dru please I never meant to hurt you. I was drunk, feeling sorry for myself."
Spike put his hand out and held the pale soft skinned face in front of him. His princess was crying and it was his fault.
"Dru, baby, I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry." He tilted her chin up so she would look at him but she carried on sobbing and turned her face violently to the right.
"Dru, it's you I love. She was nothing to me. Just a drunken fling, baby please. I'm so sorry. I'd never hurt you." Spike was beginning to cry now. The thought of losing his dark princess was crumbling his heart. He hadn't meant any of it.
Suddenly her sobs subsided. She looked up at him and frowned.
"You smell of her. You've been a naughty boy. Go shower then come back and we'll talk." Her voice haunted Spike and as she smiled he knew something was wrong.
Sometimes Dru would suddenly snap at certain points of a conversation and start on a completely different topic. She would talk to her china dolls and smile at Spike as she did it. Spike always thought it made her enchanting but it was then as he stood in the shower that he realised she was stark raving mad. But he loved her, and maybe if he loved her more he could help her get better. That all considering if she would stay with him. He had hurt her like never before.
After a while he stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom where Drusilla's dolls were all aligned along the dresser. Spike knew she had been talking to them and his heart pulled. Maybe he was driving her mad. As he walked around the room he looked at the nineteen year old gothic beauty lying on her side with her arms hugging her pillow. He wondered whether she had forgiven him. He slipped in beside her and kissed her forehead. She let out a chuckle like only a sleeping Drusilla could and followed it with a dreamy "Spiky" then smiled and stirred. He hugged her close to him and felt something sharp in her hands. He lifted up the covers to reveal Drusilla holding his carving knife.
She opened her eyes suddenly.
"Sorry Spiky. You hurt me." She then sat up and tried to stab Spikes arm. As he dashed from the bed she caught his back and caused it to pump with blood. The pain of ripped flesh hit Spike like a sledgehammer. He ran into the kitchen and picked up the phone and dialled 999. An operator came on the phone her voice business like.
"What service please?" Drusilla ran into the kitchen and cornered Spike
"Spike whom are you phoning?" she asked. Her face screwed up with hate.
"Dru put the knife down." Spike ordered
"Is everything alright?" asked the telephone operator.
"No quick send the police!" Spike shouted into the phone, Drusilla slashed at his hand-causing spike to drop the phone.
"Spiky. Don't you love me?" Drusilla asked gently as if she was a gypsy enchanter. "Well, do you?" she shouted. She let out a deafening scream and then collapsed on the floor. Spike was in two minds. He wanted to check on Dru but he also wanted to get the police here.
"I KNOW, I KNOW." She screamed. "YES HE HURT ME." She screamed again as if answering someone. Spike slid his hand across the floor and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Hello? I'm sending the police. Hello?" The operator sounded worried.
"Hello." Spike whispered trying not to disturb Drusilla as she still was shouting at the invisible person.
"I've sent the police to this phone numbers address." She spoke as if she was panicking.
"Thanks."
"Who you speaking to baby?" Drusilla's voice was calm and flat.
"No-one important baby." He smiled his cut in his back now bleeding badly. Crimson stains were appearing on the tiled floor.
Police sirens were audible five minutes before they arrived; they arrested Dru and sorted out Spikes back.
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Spikes thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the kettle clicking to let him know the water was boiled. He smiled as he poured the boiling water into the mug of tea. He walked to fridge and pulled out a sausage roll. He walked to his front room and put on the telly. I'll go around Buffy's in a bit. Wonder if she's up for a night out. He silently thought to himself.