Title: Killed a Bloke for You

Author: TigerTiger02

Chapter: Fire from the Saint Helen

Dedication: to one of my best friends, Nikki, who somewhere along the line decided that she would take to finding me stuff. She also yelled at me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did Spike would be mine and Dru would be a bit saner.

"Come on pet, Oregon, fresh air, the sea and healthy people, a lot healthier then here." Spike once more tried to coax Drusilla somewhere where she didn't wish to go. She merely glared at him her eyes filled with gold before they returned to their normal state. He glared at her silently willing her to agree.

"No." she said simply and pulled the half dead body toward them, the person whimpered and she smiled. "Don't worry little girl. You'll be with your mummy and daddy soon." Spike sighed.

"Dru, listen to me, Oregon is a good place to go, it always raining, so there's not a lot of sun.Your flowers will grow." She continued the feed on the child staring at Spike with an indifferent expression. "We can be outside during the day, indirect sunlight and all."

"There's fire there." He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Dru there's fire everywhere."

"Fire coming from the Saint." She mutters fretfully.

"Dru what are you going on about?"

"Fire from Helen." Dru's eyes were oddly blank looking.

"Dru what's happening?"

"So much ash and fire all around me consuming me."

"I think you need to lie down." She bared her fangs at him and he frowned. "Dru what's got you all wound up?"

"You want it to eat me away; you want to leave me Spike. And all I can see is ash and fire surrounding me and liquid fire." He sighed. It seemed that she just kept getting loonier and loonier with each year, but cor he loved her so.

"Fine we'll stay here." He ground out and sighing began to leave.

"Spike, bring me back another one. I'm quite hungry."

"Anything for my Dark Princess." He said quietly. As he looked into her golden eyes he could swear he saw something a mountain a firey mountain, but she blinked and the effect was gone. He shook his head thinking it was probably from hunger.

The human whimpered as he held her close, almost cradeling her.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a quavering voice.

"Nothing someone else wouldn't do." Even as he sank his fangs into her he couldn't help but listener to her whimpers and her dying words.

"You may have escaped the fire today... but you won't escape it in the Hellmouth." the frail human whispered as the Fates slowly sniped her thread of life. As Spike watched her eyes darken, he could swear in that moment he saw smoke in her eyes. And then himself consumed in flames. He shook his head chalking it up to Dru getting to him.

The girl shivered in Dru's arms as she sank her fang's into her. Spike merely watched them toying with the telly, trying to find a good show.

"Nothing on the telly Dru." he complained.

"Soon there will be fire on the telly." She calmly.

"Yeah sure Dru." Spike said just to keep her in good spirits.

Demon bars, as much as he despised some demons he had to admit that the drinks were twenty times better here, at least they got him drunk.

"So I was talking to a Fungus demon that just came down from Oregon and he said that nearly his entire clan was wiped out." Spike perked up. This sounded promising. He slid closer to the pack of assorted demons, ears open.

"What could kill and entire demon clan?" one of the more human looking demons asks.

"Volcano. You know all that lava and fire and ash. Guess they had no clue. The poor guy was practically crying when he told me this." The demon shook his head, more out of sheer disgust at the thought of a demon crying. "Anyway I heard it was big, and on some mountain, like Saint Helena."

"No, it's Helen's." one of the smaller rat faced demon piped up. Two of the larger ones glared and he shut up with a squeak. Spike frowned, connected what Dru had been saying a few weeks back and what the demons were talking about. Could Dru really have predicted this? He sloshed back another couple of shots before deciding that she probably didn't. His mind went to what he had seen in the girl's eyes, his own impending doom. He brushed it off, but for the next 15 years anyone he killed would have that vision of himself in their eyes on the moment of their death.

Thank you Evilclone, I'm glad you liked it; I always thought that since as a Victorian Spike would still have some romance buried deep into his cold undead heart. I agree it was too short but I didn't want to run off my mouth like I always do. Plus I couldn't really think of anything else to say. Yeah those warm bodies would lure even Angel out…. Well we wish.

A/N: Mount Saint Helen's is a real mountain and it did have a volcanic eruption in the late eighties and early nineties. There was also a possibility of it erupting once more recently. It fascinated me that only one man died in the eruption, if I remember correctly, and the thought of some close to being humans could die as well. So I churned out this.