Spike
Spike kicks in the door to his crypt and stumbles toward his fridge. He opens it and takes a bottle of his best vodka out. He opens it and guzzles down half. He finally stops drinking and wobblingly makes his way to his chair, collapsing into it. Spike patiently waits for the alcohol to kick in. "Bloody arm." He grumbles to himself. He takes a large gulp of vodka and thinks about what happened earlier that night. Dru isn't dead. Angel lied. They wanted something from me, or at least, wanted to DO something to me. Peaches n' Cream are at it again. He sneers and takes another gulp. Bet it had to do with my "Treachery," They just can't let it go. That was bloody well years ago. Not like I'll do it again. Then his thoughts turn to Buffy, Realizing that she saved him from a good royal thrashing, possibly death. She could 'ave just left me there, or even done me in herself. He sneers again, this time at himself. oh bugger you Spike. He takes another gulp and gets up, slowly. He begins to take another sip when suddenly his head is intruded with a loud scream. He gets weak in the knees, and falls to the ground, dropping his vodka. It shatters on the floor. He cries out in pain. Then he knows. In the midst of all that yelling in pain from landing on his broken arm and his pounding head, he knew. Drusilla. Her soul. Then it was gone. The pain stopped as quickly as it began. Spike slowly sits up in amazement. But…How?
Buffy
Buffy looks from Drusilla to Angel. "Woah, back up. You mean-" She points at Dru and looks over at Angel. "She has her soul?" She can see Angel flinch.
Very darkly, and teeth clenched he responds, "Yes." He pushes himself off the pole and paces. "And she got it back through some sort of connection to you, but I don't know how." He walks toward Drusilla and tries to take her hand, but she takes a step away from him, holding her hand to her head. She closes her eyes.
"I…I remember. A deal was made when I left hell. I Promised I wouldn't touch a single hair on the slayer's little head in exchange for myself to go back with Angel." She opens her eyes and looks up at Angel, who's face is in complete surprise. Drusilla looks away. "It was so I could be back, and finish our planning for little Spike." She smiles, but it quickly turns to a frown. "What…what a dreadful thought. I couldn't of been seriously thinking that I- Oh my lord." She looks at herself. She examines her dress, which is blood red and of the deepest blue. It has a low neckline and the sleeves extend past her fingers. And the necklace is a real sapphire. "What am I wearing?" She looks up at Angel "Wait, what year is it?" She begins to panic then suddenly her memory begins to flood back to her. Slowly her eyes go wide with fear and tears form. She drops to the floor on to her knees. "Oh-oh my God…" She looks at Angel, then at Buffy, who can't believe it. "I'm…I'm a monster." Dru says in the quietest of voices. "How could I be so cruel, and, and evil? I…I would have never done anything to anyone. What-" She looks up at Angel. "You made me like this. A creature of the night, a BLOODY VAMPIRE!" She screams at him and stands up, tears fiercely running down her cheeks. She glares at Angel. Then remembers that Buffy was still there. She looks down at the floor not meeting her eyes, knowing exactly what she had done to hurt Buffy. Then she walks right up to her and takes her hands. She looks at her straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, I…If I had been human rather then a Vampire, I wouldn't of hurt Doug or anyone, not for all the world. I'm so sorry." And she cries. She cries for Buffy, for Doug, for all her victims, and her family. She collapses in Buffy's arms heaving with cries. Buffy holds Dru up easily, trying hard not to cry herself. She pushes Dru away.
Buffy looks at Dru up and down. She's acting completely different. She's so…feminine, regretful and remorseful. Is…Could this be what she was like before Angel? Buffy shakes her head and starts to head toward the trap door, not seeing Darla. " I need to get out of here."
Angel twirls angrily towards Dru. He grabs her tightly and pulls her toward him. " Come on Dru, this isn't you. You live to kill, I made you to kill, your not this meek mouse. Sure you have your soul but that doesn't stop you." He whispers to her inches from her face.
"It did to you." Darla calls from beside the trap door. Buffy whirls around, knowing that she had to get the hell out of there. "And please just let me get this out before you kill me, Buffy-" Darla looks at Angel with a smirk as he reluctantly looks away from Dru. " I told you so." Then Buffy draws her stake and punctures Darla in the heart. Darla keeps smiling, lifts her hand and wiggles her fingers as they turn to dust. "Take care now." and then crumbles in a heap of ashes onto the floor.
Buffy keeps moving and jumps down the trap door, leaving the couple to work it out. Who would have thought that Drusilla was once, just a shy, insignificant little girl. She frowns, not wanting to feel sorry for her, but she couldn't help it. She was alone, because Angel forced her to be alone. Her sanity left with her soul, and it came back with it. She truly is lost. Buffy stops running and puts her hands to her face, shifting her feet. And for the first time, since his death, she cried for him, she cried for Doug.
Drusilla
She looks around, very afraid and slowly but surely her memory comes back. She looks over at Angel in fear, remembering what he did to her family. She falls to the floor, holding her knees to her chest and cries. She can't look at this stranger yet familiarity is there. She hears some mumbling and realizes that he's talking to her. She looks over at him carefully and tries to listen.
"…But you can't be like this, not now, not when we were so close." He takes a few strides toward Drusilla and she just as quickly pulls herself away from him. He sighs and stops walking toward her. He crouches and puts out his hand toward her. "Drusilla baby, please come here and talk?" Angel tries to put on his most sorrowful face.
"N-n-no." She stammers as she hits the wall behind her and pulls herself up. " get…get away from….m-me." She barley can stand she's so scared, afraid what he could do to her. "You're the monster, n-n-not me." She looks around frantically as Angel slowly stands up. Then she remembers something. She glances toward the trap door. She looks back at Angel. Suddenly she bursts past Angel, jumps down into the trap door, pulls it shut behind her and vanishes from Angel's sight.
"Drusilla!" Angel screams in shock as he races to the door, pulling on it, finding it locked from the other side. He pulls and pulls and he can't break it. Angel screams in frustration, thrashes around in anger and breaks so many poles. Finally his anger spent, he sits in the middle of the floor, head in his hands.
Down in the sewers Drusilla runs, she runs as fast as she can, not caring if Buffy is down here, she just wants to get away. When she suddenly trips over something, or someone. Drusilla, terrified, quickly gets back up and is almost on her feet when a hand grabs her arm, hard. She cries out in pain and looks behind her. She immediately looks down. Then slowly she sits back down on the floor with Buffy. "Please, just let me go." Drusilla says quietly. With her free hand she fiddles with invisible lint on her dress, not meeting Buffy's eyes. " I-I just want to be left alone." She looks to her side, still refusing to look at Buffy. What is she going to do to me?
Buffy
Buffy slowly loosens her grip and lets her hand drop entirely. She just can't help staring at this version of Drusilla. The meek, shy, uninvolved with the world, sorrowful, regretful Drusilla. And she still couldn't believe it. She suddenly felt a pang of pity for this poor girl that never got a choice, that followed orders, that was going through a deep recollection of her past. ALL of her past. Who lost her family brutally to one of the worst Vampires known to man. Well whatever man knew about vampires anyway. What are you thinking? She is a murderer. She kills to live, she has no feelings, she makes people suffer, she killed Doug, this is Drusilla. And you are still the slayer. Buffy raises her stake.
"Please." Drusilla just barley whispers, not evening knowing that Buffy has her stake raised. Buffy once again feels a pang of pity, but pushes it down.
She gets a good grip on her stake and is about to dust, when a little voice that she can't ignore comes into her head. What ever she has done before, THIS is Drusilla. Buffy can't help but listen to the voice. She sighs and lets the stake drop back to her side. She slowly puts a hand onto Drusilla's shoulder and pulls her chin up so she is looking at her. "We have some talking to do." Buffy stands up and gives her hand out to Drusilla.
Reluctantly, yet happy she just hasn't been killed, she nods and takes Buffy's hand. "Thank you." and she smiles inwardly. Thank you.
Spike
Spike sits on a bench in a graveyard. Where am I? He stands up, realizing his hair is it's rich brown colour, and that his clothes are not his trademark leather. He looks around and notices the tree. He smiles and walks toward that tree. He goes to the other side knowing what he'll find.
"Elizabeth." He whispers. There she sits, waiting for him and looking out onto the water of the lake. This is their place, their special place where he taught her to hone her skills, and where she taught him to care. He forgot about this place, ashamed that he would. He walks up to her and sits down. " Good evening."
She smiles and doesn't even look over at him. " Good Evening sir." She puts her hand in his and leans her head on to his shoulder. He puts his arm around her. God how he has missed this. "I've been waiting."
Spike closes his eyes as he breaths in her scent. " I know." He kisses the top of her head. He is always happy with her. Even in dreams. " Drusilla has her soul." He says out of the blue. He can feel her smile.
"I know." She says and puts her free hand on his other hand and strokes it. " I'm happy for her. She can finally have what little humanity she has left."
Spike can't help but laugh. He hugs Elizabeth. "You're a piece of work." He waits for her next question.
"How is Buffy?" She asks and looks up at him.
He looks down at Elizabeth surprised, then looks away. "She… I actually don't know. I assume she's rattled about the whole Drusilla thing, after all, she killed Doug." He looks at her again. "Why?"
She gives a little smile. "Oh, nothing." She begins to stand up. "I just want to show you something." She walks toward the lake, holding Spike's hand and sits at the edge of the Lake. "Sit" Still holding Spike's hand she touches the water and the ripples make a picture.
Spike's eyes go wide as the picture comes into focus. It's of him and Buffy kissing that one night in the graveyard, at Elizabeth's grave. Nervously Spike looks at Elizabeth's face. Oddly, she is still smiling. "Why are you showing me this, it was just a kiss, spur of the moment ya know?" He goes to get up, but She tugs his hand and pulls him back down.
"Look at your faces Spike." Spike reluctantly looks at their faces, and sees something there. There was a certain spark to that kiss, like it was a promise for many more to come. He shakes his head. " I can't go down that road again." He gets up and walks back to the tree leaning against it. He looks back at Elizabeth. " I can't, She is a slayer, I am a Vampire. They don't mix. You pointed that out years ago."
Elizabeth gets up and walks toward Spike. She looks down and puts her hand on his arm. " I know. And I was wrong." She looks up at Spike. "I love you, I always have, and I wish I could have done more to make it work. I realize you would have protected me and I…I want it to be like it was." She let her arm fall and she took a step back. " But that's impossible now. I can only watch you now, and this is where we can be together. But…but I know it's not enough for you." She turns her back to him. Spike turns her to face him, not knowing she was crying until she faced him. He wiped a tear from her cheek.
He frowns as he strokes her cheek. "Don't say that pet. You know I'd do anything to bring you back. I would." She takes a step away. Spike lets his hand drop to his side.
"It's clear that you want her, and she wants you, though she'll never admit it." Elizabeth smiles despite herself. "You deserve each other. No matter what has happened to me, she will come around." Then she begins to fade. She smiles and blows a kiss to Spike. Spike just stands there and watches her figure blur and the scenery disintegrate. Then Blackness.
Where am I?Spike opens his eyes with a sigh. He looks around and realizes it's night, and that Drusilla was there. He immediately gets up.
"Hello." She says meekly.