Spike
"I don't believe it." Spike says to Drusilla. "I mean, you thought that you could make a deal with ol' big bad, and still get a chance to kill the slayer? Just how well are you put together there Dru?" Spike asks Drusilla while knocking her on the top of her head lightly. "I mean, there certainly wasn't going to any loop hole. This guy knows what he's doing. After all, he's been doing it since the beginning of time." Spike looks over at Dru and his smile is instantly gone. After getting Dru to a slaughter house, and giving her some of the "leftovers", she became a gliding wonder once again. Holding her head up nobly, hands clasped in front, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched Spike feast, right then and there he could understand why Angel fell so hard for Dru. She was confidant and there was no fear what so ever in her eyes. But it had returned, and with full force. All humour was gone from their adventure and Spike knew it was time to get serious. Dru was pale, but not from lack of feeding. It was fear. Cold and hard fear streaked across her face which was constant and unchanging. "Dru?" Spike called out to her. "Dru love? You alright?" he lightly put a hand to her shoulder and she finally looks at him.
"Yes? What is it? Oh, were you talking?" Dru gives an apologetic smile and shrugs. " I guess I have a lot on my mind is all. You know, I can't think straight at all tonight." She brings a hand up to her head and looks away, staring into the pavement. "Just a slight headache." Drusilla whispers.
Spike reaches for Dru once more but she pulls away from him. " I think I should go now. You've….you've been a friend to me, when I need one Spike….my little Spiky…" Dru looks back at Spike, with a little smile on her lips now. " I wonder why I was so foolish as to go with that brute Angel….I had an angel with me all along…." Dru looks back down at the pavement and begins to turn to the left, moving away from Spike.
"Dru…" He calls out again. She stops and turns to look at him over her shoulder. " You…you know that you can…can come to me, right? For anything." Spike kicks himself mentally, reminding himself that she made him kill Elizabeth. But a part of him still cared for one of his elite members of their once fabulous group. He looks at her sympathetically, wondering if she'll be alright on her own. But Dru gives Spike a complete genuine smile.
"I know, my William. We have the stars…we will always have the stars…" And she turns her back to Spike, and continues to walk away, with a very cautious air about her.
Spike frowns. Something isn't right. Spike considers following her, but he knows she can take care of herself. But he rethinks it when he doesn't how she's like when she has a soul. Drusilla turns around a corner and disappears from sight. Spike starts to walk towards that corner when he just realizes something. He stops. She needs to be away from me. I bring something back to her which makes her unhappy. Spike frowns as he once again looks longingly at the corner, not sure what to do. Or I could just be wrong and she's out on her own with out her instincts to protect her. Spike then suddenly hears a large amount of grumbling and quickly ducks behind a wall ledge that was hiding a door. He slowly peeks around the ledge to see who it is and smiles to himself. So, Angel's little toy has come out to wander. Spike begins to come out of his hiding spot when he catches what he is saying to himself.
"Yes, she will pay…she has ruined everything, EVERYTHING! Not only will the master be furious….but the Mistress as well… they will be absolutely raving mad. They will hurt poor, poor Riley, making him bleed… then they will drink the bleeding… not a good night, never a good night…if only I…" but then it faded into nothing as he turns around the corner. The same corner as Drusilla.
Spike furrows his eyebrows together in concern, confusion, that was basically a 'what the hell?' look on his face. Is Dru…PLAYING me? Spike thinks about it for a minute. No, it can't be. I FELT her soul. I FELT her pain, I HERD her screaming soul as it passed back into this Earth. She can't be just pulling my strings…could she? Spike then is hit with a knew thought and starts to briskly walk down the street, towards a familiar house.
Dawn
When Dawn went on a search in Buffy's room for some good movie clothes, she had no idea what she was going to find. Dawn frantically searches her sister's dresser and closet for some styling clothes, with a few possibilities, when she spots a trunk end sticking out from the corner of the closet.
" Ah Ha! So THAT'S where Buffy's been hiding all of her good stuff." With a devilish smirk ( as all little sister have) she easily picks the trunk's lock, and with a quick glance around on the inside, Dawn realizes that there were just old childhood things resting inside of the Trunk. Rolling her eyes she starts to close it, when something sticking out from the side caught her eye. She pulls the piece of paper out to find a name scribbled quickly with a black marker on it, plus it obviously was cried on, and it was Buffy's hand writing. Being curious, Dawn wonders how it could have gotten it to the side. She starts to run her fingers along the edge until she comes across a crack in between the outer rim of the trunk and the inner layer of the trunk. Dawn quickly puts her fingers into the crack and finds an edge to lift the top off. Still curious, and also excited.
"FINALLY! All of Buffy's dirty little secrets revealed!" Dawn exclaims to herself as she pulls up the side, and then looks at the other side of the trunk for the other edge to lift up the top layer. With a smile on Dawn's face, she quickly grabs the other edge and lifts the top layer easily out of the trunk and onto the floor. Spinning back around to look into the trunk, Dawn's smile vanishes. Slowly, she puts her hand in to the secret compartment and pulls out a very long stick, obviously sharpened. Dawn puts down the stake and sticks her hand back into the trunk to pull out 3 glass bottles with a cross on each one. Words are on the front which read Holy Water, in a very gentile handwriting. A few minutes later, and Dawn is sitting in the middle of piles of slayer stuff. Axes, swords, more stakes then you can count, a least 20 bottles of holy water, crosses, garlic, and pictures. Of Doug and Buffy. But Dawn doesn't know who this guy is with Buffy in all of these pictures. Dawn looks one last time into the trunk, and sees books. One that stuck out the most is sitting on the very top of the pile, which is titled, ' The Slayer'. This book looks to be the oldest, and also most used. Dawn picks it up and opens it slightly and begins to read it. Dawn's shocked expression quickly is changed when she hears Buffy walk into the house.
"Hey mom!" Is faintly heard downstairs as Dawn quickly puts stakes and holy water away in the trunk she found. Footsteps are heard on the stairs as Dawn Picks up the layer which hides everything and quietly yet quickly puts it into place. Buffy can be heard humming to her self as Dawn shuts the Trunk and grabs a magazine and jumps onto Buffy's bed just as the door opens. Buffy's calm face quickly turns to anger when she sees her little sister in her room, on her bed, reading her magazine. Buffy sighs loudly and looks at her sister. Dawn looks up, rolls her eyes and gets off the bed, leaving the magazine behind. " What? I was just gonna look for some clothes to borrow-"
"more like steal and never been in my possession again." Buffy interrupts, crossing her arms. "Just leave, I'm in no mood to fight, and I'm really tired okay? Good." Buffy steps into the room, letting Dawn go by. " And besides, just wear the Blue tank with that black mini you have and you'll look great."
Dawn smiles slightly. "I didn't try that one yet…" then she closes her door to her room and Buffy is left in peace. Dawn's smile quickly vanishes once inside her own room. She walks up to her mirror and plucks a picture out stuck into the frame. It's one of her and Buffy from a few years ago. " That's what happened."
Dawn looks at Buffy's face, lit up like a Christmas tree. A genuine all teeth smile, sparkling eyes, great hair, obviously trying hard to stop laughing long enough for the picture to be taken. She was holding on to Dawn like a 3 year old on to their favourite Teddy Bear, giving her a hug which Dawn hasn't experienced since then. She was happy. Simple as that. Putting the picture down, Dawn picks up another one of her and Buffy that she hasn't put into the mirror fame yet. This one was taken only last week. This one was completely different. They weren't hugging, hell, they were barley touching. Dawn is smiling holding up a present she got for her birthday. Dawn looks like she's having the time of her life, whereas Buffy looks…how can she put it…depressed. Her smile is only a little closed one that went halfway up her mouth that didn't even reach her eyes. Buffy's hair is covering some of her face, and her arms are crossed, with a little bit of her back to the camera. She looks really tense. You can tell she just turned around so her mom could take the picture. Dawn sighs. She looks at other pictures from a while ago to the most recent, and Buffy looks the same in all of them. Sad. And hard. Like nothing could take her down, or affect her. Emotionally, in all of these pictures, Buffy just wasn't happy. Dawn thought it was because of the move that Buffy was being so difficult. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew that it started when they lived in LA, not Sunnydale. Dawn sinks to the floor clutching a photo of Buffy in the park, sitting on a bench in LA. She hadn't know Dawn took a picture, but to her, Buffy looked so poetic on the bench that day that Dawn had to take a snapshot before leaving after talking with her. The picture showed Buffy's head in her hands, her hair being blown slightly into the wind with her jacket sitting on the bench beside her. Her legs were tightly brought together at the knees and you could only see a sliver of her face. Dawn looks closer at the sliver of Buffy's face in the picture and she can feel a lump in her throat as her vision starts to get blurry. She looks up at the picture of her and Buffy stuck back into her mirror frame. Dawn blinks down hard and tears slip out of her eyes and across her cheeks. She curls herself into a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees.
" I'm sorry." She whispers to Buffy. " I understand. I know. I care." Dawn then cries, and cries, letting out all of her frustrations with her sister, letting it all go, every single time she got mad at her over the past 2 years, and Dawn cries. Just like Buffy in the park.