Chapter 19

Drusilla

Buffy was glad that the weekend was finally over, now things could go back to normal. Not to mention Angel would be back from his trip to L.A.

During the weekend Buffy had completely forgotten about her boyfriend, she had not even called him before he'd left.

But it didn't matter, Angel wouldn't say anything about it, he tried his hardest to make her happy and she could tell that he hoped that maybe he was special. Maybe she wouldn't dump him.

Buffy shook her head, Angel was a great guy, quiet and loyal but not the kind of guy she saw herself with in the future.

As she gathered her things for school, Buffy decided that she might just be going soft like Cecily thought she also came to the conclusion that today during lunch she was going to dump Angel and go after Spike like she has agreed to.

Spike was in a fowl mood this morning mainly because Faith had thought it hilarious that Buffy had spent the night with him on Saturday and he really wanted to get Andrew back for dumping her on him that night.

Unfortunately Andrew had caught a ride with Anya this morning which had fouled his plans to beat him to a pulp.

Spike wasn't sure what had happened between Andrew and Anya but whatever it was he knew his friend was going to end up with his heart broken. That was the only way things could end when you went out with a Slayer.

Spike parked his Desoto and climbed out, as he turned around he was surprised to see his ex girlfriend Drusilla Hawthorn standing there.

"Oh Bollocks, this day is getting better and better already" Spike sighed

Drusilla smiled at him and swayed a bit, "Ms. Edith says my Spikey 'as been a naughty boy, playing with the Bumblebee. Tsk tsk. Naughty Spike will get stung."

Drusilla was a special kind of girl, and by special I mean mad. She saw things that weren't there, heard things when there was nothing to hear, and spoke mainly in riddles. Drusilla had a whole set of glass dolls who, according to her, spoke to her all the time. When you spoke to Dru you had to try to think outside the box otherwise she would completely confound you. Spike was one of the few, who understood her, and he should, they had gone out since fifth grade when she first moved to Sunnydale with her mother. Drusilla moved to the States after her parents divorced, her mother got custody of Dru. Later, her father kidnapped her and tortured her, slowly driving her mad. After that Dru had spent a year in a rehabilitation center. The damage was pretty much permanent, of course Dru had her good days when everyone could understand her and there were days when she could not come to school because the 'voices' that she heard were so loud. Drusilla was smart despite having a slight case of psychosis.

Spike sighed again, "Listen Dru, we went over this already, its over that means you and I are no more, I don't care 'ow bloody crazy you are, you need to get it through your thick 'ead" his voice rising.

Drusilla whimpered and took a few steps back, "Oh dear, I'm afraid the evil Bumblebee has already stung my white knight, clouded his thoughts." Drusilla danced away from the car and twirled around.

Spike was beginning to get frustrated, sometimes Dru was stubborn and wouldn't leave him alone. She refused to believe that they had broken up and pestered him often, "I've got to go Dru, bells gonna ring soon. I don't feel like being late because of you"

Drusilla suddenly stopped her dancing and looked at him with disgust, "You're covered in her. She is like a black mist surrounding you. When I look at you, all I see is the Slayer" and with that she stomped off leaving Spike standing there starring after her. Dru rarely spoke to him in such harsh words, but when she did, it made him feel like a child who'd just been scolded by his mother. Spike always felt compelled to find out why she was upset with him and fix it. But this time, Spike was amazed that he could care less how angry Dru was. He had finally gotten over her and he was bloody proud of himself.