Chapter Two
"You've been moping all night. Why wont you dance with me?" Drusilla asked, watching as Spike looked out the window onto the London streets. A scowl sat firmly on his lips and he neither acknowledged, nor looked at his lover when she spoke.
"Spike," she cooed, padding up beside him and laying a hand on his shoulder. She let her fingers dance over the clothe of his sleeve and up the back of his neck. He closed his eyes at the sensory overload, but waited for her hand to come to rest. "I know what you're thinking." Spike looked over at her suddenly, brows knit.
"S'at right?"
Drusilla nodded and brought a hand over his heart. "I can taste it when you talk. You want her more than you want me."
Spike shook his head quickly and took her in his arms. "Could never want anyone more than you." he said sincerely. Drusilla looked down.
"Your heart sings wif her,"
"It sings with you. Only you, love."
"You want her dead," she replied, menacing grin growing over her lips. "I told you I can taste it." she let her tongue dart out and tickle the side of his neck.
"Cecily..." Spike breathed, realizing what she meant. Drusilla barked suddenly and growled low in her throat.
"Bad dog. Takes away our fun and games. Want to make her pay, you do."
"Want her to suffer." Spike agreed, kissing Dru full on the mouth. Drusilla bit his bottom lip playfully and opened her eyes. She released him suddenly, and backed away toward the front door, fully intent on going out and killing her at that moment. Spike sighed and shook his head.
"Dru, love, I can't."
"Why not?" she pouted.
"I can't kill 'er." he replied sadly , stepping forward and taking Dru by the waist.
"Never said you had to kill her. Only make her suffer for all her sins." Dru suggested, motioning toward the fireside table. Beneath a stack of books peaked a bright white piece of paper. Spike quickly reached over and took it, reading it carefully.
"Romanis." he breathed. "She's marrying a Romanis."
In his anger he crumpled the wedding invitation between his fingers and threw it into the fire. Drusilla clucked and stroked the side of his face.
"She's been a naughty girl, she has. Naughty, naughty..."
"Very naughty indeed." Spike replied angrily, letting his demon face emerge. With a sharp growl, he threw open the door, took Drusilla by the hand and lead her out onto the busy London streets.