Drusilla leaned back into Mary's embrace. "Look at my sweet one. All tied up like a pretty present. Is he a present? Is he for me?" She cocked her head.
"Would you like him?" Mary kissed Drusilla's cheek, keeping her eyes fixed on Spike.
"Oh, yes..." Drusilla clapped her hands, childlike. "My Spike makes such a lovely dolly!"
Mary removed her arms from Drusilla's waist. "Then he's yours. To do with as you will."
Drusilla walked slowly across the room, swaying gracefully as if she were dancing. Even after all that had happened, even after everything that had come between them, even in this... bloody stupid... situation, Spike felt the tug of her beauty. His dark queen. So graceful. So beguiling. So dangerous. So completely out of her tree.
She sat next to him on the bed and tilted her head with a smile. "Oh, Spike," She tutted, shaking her head. "Now look. They've taken the nasty little wires out of your poor head and given you something so much worse." She pushed his shirt up over his chest as she talked and ran her hands over the smoothness of his chest, purring like a cat. Her purr turned to a hiss. "I can feel it. Burning, writhing..." she pressed a fingernail hard into his skin until a pearl of blood appeared. She smiled and scooped the blood onto her finger, licking it off with a cat-like flick of her tongue. "We should cut it out." She made a scissor motion with her fingers. "Snip-snip!"
"Don't think it's that easy, love."
"Angelus had a soul and then he didn't."
"Special case, princess. His soul pops in and out like a bloody cuckoo in a clock." Spike watched Dru, assessing her mood. "All it takes is getting a happy..."
Drusilla wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Horrid little slayer." She turned to Mary. "She took daddy, you know. Spoiled him. Made him... weak..." She gave a snarl. "And then..." She looked back to Spike. "She took my Spike. Took him and twisted him until he broke and he couldn't dance any more." She ran a finger down his cheek, smiling unhappily. "Poor Spike."
She stood up and began to dance slowly around the room. "And now she has him." She closed her eyes and held up her arms. "He felt like sunshine. A never-ending sunshine." She laughed delightedly and then sighed. Dropping her arms she looked over at Spike. "All my boys..." she said sadly.
"Dru..."
"Shh!" She held a finger to her lips. "Naughty boy! Grrrr! Mustn't talk. Not your turn. No cake for you." She walked slowly back to the bed. She sat next to him again, looked up at him from under lowered eyelids, coquettish, smiling. "Am I still your princess?"
"Always." Spike watched her warily, well aware how close to the edge she was.
"Your only love?"
"Dru..." Despite himself, he couldn't lie to her. Not to Dru. "Dru... love..." But what to say?
"Love!" She was suddenly angry. "Bad Spike! You don't love me!" She stood up and began to pace around the room wringing her hands. Mary made a move to comfort her but Drusilla brushed her away and continued her anguished pacing. "She has you! I can still see her floating all around you. You're full of her. You're drenched in her. Nasty little slayer! Wicked little monster!" She bent her head and pressed her hands to her temples, whimpering.
"Drusilla!" Mary rushed to her side and put her arms around her. "Hush, my love."
Drusilla cowered against Mary, hands covering her eyes. "You love me, don't you? You love me... even if I'm a bad girl?"
"Oh, sweetheart, you're not bad!" Mary kissed her forehead. "You're not bad!"
"I must be bad. I must be very bad!" She turned her head, looking at Spike through her fingers. "He would have killed me... for her..."
"No, darling! Hush now!" Mary held her close, stroking her hair and glared at Spike. Spike winced. So much hate.
As quickly as it had changed before, Drusilla's mood switched again. She freed herself from Mary and went back to Spike, suddenly calm.
"You should have pushed her away. You should have killed her for your princess. You should have. She's the worst of all. Worse than the spiders in your head. Worse than the nasty little burning thing in your chest." She looked at him, head tilted. "Do you love all of her? Do you love her insides, too? Eyeballs to entrails?" She folded her arms across herself, swaying, eyes dreamy, lips curved in a smile. "Shall we see? Shall we take the little killer's insides out and see if you love them?" The smile faded and she focussed back on him. "I think we should." Her voice was cold.
She stood up stretching and yawning. "I'm sleepy now. Shall we go to bed?" She looked over at Mary, smiling slyly.
Mary held out her hand. "Come." She looked over at Spike. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait there for a while." She cocked her head and looked at him thoughtfully. "You're not looking well, you know. Sort of... peaky. That's what happens when you drink nothing but animal blood. You're beginning to smell like a butcher's shop. We need to get you some nice human blood. Better still, we need to get you some nice slayer blood. Two birds with one stone."
Arms around each other, the two women left Spike to the discomfort of his shackles, closing the door softly behind them.
