"This is just a disaster. It's just all wrong." A brunette English woman said as she paced in front of Anna. "We agreed that in order to do this it was going to be planned very carefully. You're the brains I'm the vision." She made clear.
Anna sighed with disgust. "Yeah, and I was under the impression you would be more fun. You were with Spike a 100 plus years and he dumps you for a Slayer, doesn't that give you the element of not waiting anymore? Bloody hell you're Drusilla cursed with the Sight. I thought that would be an advantage point for me. All though I do have a bit of a vendetta against you, since you did encourage him to kill me."
"The thought was already there when I poked around, I just unlocked it." Dru added.
"When did you develop reasoning?" Anna asked sitting butchly casual in her overstuffed chair.
"Right about the time you lost yours. Spike spent years with Angelus, he has learned a few things and I don't fancy being a pile of dust like Darla because I wasn't playing it safe." Recalling the incident in Los Angeles several years ago.
"I don't need play-it-safe Drusilla, I need crazy Drusilla. And if you aren't game then I have no use for you." Anna stated getting out of her chair.
"No more planned engagements with out my knowing." Dru requested.
"Deal, just grow a pair will you? Your Sight is no good unless you use it." Anna told her before departed.
"Oh, I will dearie, I'm only getting started." Dru said to herself.
When she entered the house Drusilla stepped over the body of Anna's husband and saw the bloodshed he had caused in the living room.
"My dear William, what a mess you've made, you've been a very good boy." She said with a smile on her face. "Their screams are like angels singing in my head
Spike was sitting on the floor looking at the dead shell of his beloved. He'd since drained her parents and had been all alone in the house.
"While I would like to stay and listen to the pretty birds Angelus wants us home and if we don't leave soon we'll never make it."
"She didn't lie down." Spike said to no one really.
"What's that love?" Dru questioned.
"Nothing." He answered as he got up. "Right lets go then, leave the mess for the police.
The next day it was all over the papers. 'FIVE FOUND DEAD IN HOME: SEVERE NECK TRAUMA'
"Well William, it would seem you've done quite a number. It's not every day you see your victims in the newspapers" Angelus said tossing the paper to the other end of the table.
Spike picked it up and read the headlines. "Yeah, well it's not everyday you murder someone like the Bublė's" he said setting it back down.
"Well you were just tying up loose ends. Nothing the matter with that." Angelus reassured him.
"Anna-" Spike calmed himself down before continuing. "Anna wasn't just a loose end."
"Suit your self." Angelus said before leaving the dinning room.
Upset with Angelus and with himself Spike grabbed a plate off the table and threw it against the wall as he yelled.
"Poor little Spike," Drusilla said as she entered the room. "All those emotions running through your head." She added with her eyes closed and swinging her head side to side.
"She didn't lie down." He said to himself again. What was most bothering Spike was that he'd killed dozens, hundreds of people since he became a vampire, none of then stuck with him the way Anna did. He wondered if he made a mistake. If he should have just let her go, never saw her again. He'd never know.
Sitting in his dark room Spike let out a deep sigh as he listened to Heroine by Something Corporate. He couldn't believe Anna was able to do all that damage to Buffy. He hadn't seen her look that bad since she went up against the Über Vamp back in Sunnydale…and it was his fault, Giles was right he'd created a monster out of the sweet young women he use to know. He never saw Anna after he turned her, he only her about her from other vamps, demons, and newspapers. He never thought she would come after his…or Buffy. He wasn't going to let Buffy get hurt again. He was going to end it once and for all…just as soon as the sunset.