Old Times #8
Still full to bursting with gratitude at Dru's patience, and certain his body was mending, Spike sent out his most aesthetic minion - which after the demise of Dalton wasn't saying a great deal - to steal a few necklaces, with a clear description of what he wanted. Spike was happy with the choice he was able to make, so happy infact that he allowed the wiry little fellow to keep those he rejected.
He knew she would love it, it was just her kind of thing! He couldn't keep the smirk from his lips as she opened the case, her eyes twinkling at the gold and rubies.
"Fancy it, pet?" Knowing that she did.
Drusilla sighed happily. "Aaah, it's beautiful. Mmm."
"Nothing but the best for my gir..." Spike began, only to be interrupted by the swaggering entrance of Angelus.
Walking up to the table, he set down a heart, a human heart by the size, fresh and
bloody. The scent of it filled their nostrils. Smiling over at Spike, then at Drusilla as she hovered beside him, he crowed "Happy Valentine's Day, Dru."
Drusilla looked surprised, then delighted, gasping her pleasure as she traced her fingers over the slippery offal. Spike could feel the rage mounting inside, directed not just at Angelus, but at his feckless woman too. Angelus, sensing his displeasure, raised his eyebrows at Spike and smirked, as Dru cooed. "It's still warm."
Spike closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself, before looking back up at Angelus. This scenario was getting a little worn....
"I knew you'd like it" Angelus prattled. "I found it in a quaint little shopgirl."
Spotting the necklace only increased Angelus' pleasure in the situation. Picking it up, dangling it in his fingers as he examined it, he knew just how to twist the knife. "Cute" he said cheerily, placing it round Dru's neck, leaning in close as he waited for her to sweep back her hair so that he could fasten the clasp.
Spike's gift, Spike's girl! "I'll get it!" he snapped, wheeling himself towards the pair.
"Done!" Angelus decided to give the knife a much bigger, deeper twist. "I know Dru gives you pity access, but you have to admit it's so much easier when I do things for her."
Spike's eyes widened. Dear god, had she been talking to Angelus about....? Had he maybe heard them in bed yesterday? Pity access? But she..... Angry, confused, hurt, he controlled his voice as best he could, taunted him with the only weapon he had. Buffy, and Angelus' inability to deal with her.
"Don't worry, Spike" Drusilla's voice was sing-song, flirty, cutting across their bickering. She was speaking to him but looking at Angelus. "Angel always knows... what speaks to a girl's heart."
As she gazed covetously down at the cooling heart, Spike felt as if his world was falling apart.... again. As if he was plummeting through the floor. His ears were buzzing; he felt giddy. She didn't love him, she didn't want him, she pitied him. He had lost his strength, his power, his woman, his everything. He was nothing. And that git was hovering around, watching, waiting, taking it all as and when he felt like it...
'Angel always knows...'
Spike shivered. No! He just bloody well thought he did, and about everything. But really, he didn't have a fucking clue, and he'd prove it. Somehow!
Still full to bursting with gratitude at Dru's patience, and certain his body was mending, Spike sent out his most aesthetic minion - which after the demise of Dalton wasn't saying a great deal - to steal a few necklaces, with a clear description of what he wanted. Spike was happy with the choice he was able to make, so happy infact that he allowed the wiry little fellow to keep those he rejected.
He knew she would love it, it was just her kind of thing! He couldn't keep the smirk from his lips as she opened the case, her eyes twinkling at the gold and rubies.
"Fancy it, pet?" Knowing that she did.
Drusilla sighed happily. "Aaah, it's beautiful. Mmm."
"Nothing but the best for my gir..." Spike began, only to be interrupted by the swaggering entrance of Angelus.
Walking up to the table, he set down a heart, a human heart by the size, fresh and
bloody. The scent of it filled their nostrils. Smiling over at Spike, then at Drusilla as she hovered beside him, he crowed "Happy Valentine's Day, Dru."
Drusilla looked surprised, then delighted, gasping her pleasure as she traced her fingers over the slippery offal. Spike could feel the rage mounting inside, directed not just at Angelus, but at his feckless woman too. Angelus, sensing his displeasure, raised his eyebrows at Spike and smirked, as Dru cooed. "It's still warm."
Spike closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself, before looking back up at Angelus. This scenario was getting a little worn....
"I knew you'd like it" Angelus prattled. "I found it in a quaint little shopgirl."
Spotting the necklace only increased Angelus' pleasure in the situation. Picking it up, dangling it in his fingers as he examined it, he knew just how to twist the knife. "Cute" he said cheerily, placing it round Dru's neck, leaning in close as he waited for her to sweep back her hair so that he could fasten the clasp.
Spike's gift, Spike's girl! "I'll get it!" he snapped, wheeling himself towards the pair.
"Done!" Angelus decided to give the knife a much bigger, deeper twist. "I know Dru gives you pity access, but you have to admit it's so much easier when I do things for her."
Spike's eyes widened. Dear god, had she been talking to Angelus about....? Had he maybe heard them in bed yesterday? Pity access? But she..... Angry, confused, hurt, he controlled his voice as best he could, taunted him with the only weapon he had. Buffy, and Angelus' inability to deal with her.
"Don't worry, Spike" Drusilla's voice was sing-song, flirty, cutting across their bickering. She was speaking to him but looking at Angelus. "Angel always knows... what speaks to a girl's heart."
As she gazed covetously down at the cooling heart, Spike felt as if his world was falling apart.... again. As if he was plummeting through the floor. His ears were buzzing; he felt giddy. She didn't love him, she didn't want him, she pitied him. He had lost his strength, his power, his woman, his everything. He was nothing. And that git was hovering around, watching, waiting, taking it all as and when he felt like it...
'Angel always knows...'
Spike shivered. No! He just bloody well thought he did, and about everything. But really, he didn't have a fucking clue, and he'd prove it. Somehow!