So Much to Tell You
Summary: Spike calls Buffy from Wolfram and Hart after finally deciding to tell her that he's back.
Author's Note: Another chapter for you to read. And I brought in an old enemy, Drusilla. Enjoy.
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As Spike and Angel stared down at the all-too-familiar goddess in black, their stomachs sunk. What could she possibly want from the two vampires with souls? There was no chance she would ever be with Spike, and Angel rejected her because of who he was. So why on earth was she here?
'My boys…' Drusilla cooed as she continued to approach them. 'I've been looking for you.' Spike got to his feet, followed slowly and painfully by Angel. The two vampires descended the stairs and stopped at the bottom, as Drusilla continued walking towards them.
She was almost gliding. Her long black dress reached the ground, with a little more to spare. The illusion was that she appeared to be floating.
'Dru.' Spike began.
'Ah!' Drusilla held up her hand with one finger pointing at Spike, silencing him. 'I'm here for you, my Spike.'
'Dru… you know we can never…' Spike was stopped again as Drusilla stamped her foot twice on the wooden floor.
'No interrupting.' She snapped. 'Keep the choirboys singing their little hymns all night long.' She swayed from side to side, her hands floating around, almost as if she had no control over them at all. Spike went to speak again, but stopped himself. Angel groaned beside him, and as Spike turned he watched the older vampire approach Drusilla.
'Angel, no.' Spike said to him, for some reason wanting to protect him. He didn't know what Drusilla was capable of. Last time he saw her was when he tried to prove his love for Buffy by threatening to kill her.
Angel ignored Spike and focussed on Drusilla. 'Why did you come here?' he asked. 'With all these vampires, you though you could sneak in, right?'
'Ooh, Angel you're catching on to my plan.' Drusilla almost sung her response, then quickly added a tail to her response in a raspy whisper. 'Pretend you never saw.'
'Dru, what do you want?' Angel asked, repeating Spike's earlier question.
'I told you, I want my Spike.'
'Dru, I'm sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.' Spike told her. Angel shot him a jealous glance, only just remembering their phone conversation earlier in the day.
'Your heart is only black enough to be loved by me.' Drusilla replied. 'Nobody else can 'ave you.'
'Dru, please…' Spike begged. 'What can I do to turn you away?'
'Come away with me.' She answered. 'Come with me to somewhere you and I can wreck havoc in every place we go.'
'Dru, I don't live that way anymore. I have a soul now.' Drusilla began to shake and her eyes went wide.
'A soul. My Spike has a soul.' she whimpered. 'Dirty little children's faces, all covered in dust. Dust, and other dirty little things.' Drusilla stepped forward.
'Drusilla, stop.' Spike ordered. She took no notice of him. Now only a few metres away, Drusilla looked into Angel's eyes, then back another few metres to where Spike stood. As she gazed into her boy's eyes, she saw something in him.
'You still love me.' She whispered to Spike.
'What? No.' Spike cried defensively. 'Dru, I love Buffy.' He corrected her mistake before Angel could catch on. Too late. He spun around to face Spike only to find the young blonde hiding his expression by looking at his feet. 'I love Buffy…' he murmured.
'Spike?' Angel asked. 'Do you still love Drusilla?'
'I'll always bloody love Drusilla. We were together for a hundred years Angel; I can't just not love her. God, I wish I didn't. I wish I could say my heart belonged entirely to Buffy but it doesn't. A part of me still loves Dru, and it always will…'
'My Spike is still in there…' Dru whispered. 'I can still see him in there… come out and play William…' Spike realised how sure he was of his feelings when Drusilla mentioned his human name. Only Buffy and Angel got away with that…
'No. Drusilla, it's not going to happen. I love Buffy, and I want to be with Buffy.' Spike assured her.
'Spike, don't deny how you feel my love.' Drusilla said gently. 'You know that you and I are supposed to be together forever.'
'No!' Spike brushed past Angel and ran at Drusilla, ready for a fight. She swung to punch him, but he ducked and tackled her to the floor. She lay sprawled out beneath Spike, dazed and not even trying to fight back. As she looked up at him, she smiled wickedly.
'My Spike, this is where you belong. Close to my heart.' She placed a hand over her heart and stared deep into the blue eyes of her eternal ex-lover. Spike stood up and stepped away from her. Her eyes followed him with every step he took.
'Drusilla, we can never be again. I'm sorry.' Drusilla sat up and managed to climb to her feet.
'My boy, whatever happened to you?' she whispered, approaching him with her hand outstretched. He didn't move a muscle. She placed her hand on his cheek, and the two stood face-to-face for a few moments before Drusilla spoke. 'You have a filthy soul!' she scratched the side of Spike's face as she drew her hand away and the two stepped back at the same time.
'Darla was furious when Angel got a soul, and now my Spike has too? Why are the horses trampling on me…' Drusilla moaned as she sunk to the floor and curled up in a heap. Angel and Spike watched on, almost in sympathy. Angel walked up to where Spike stood and looked down at Drusilla, who wasn't moving. Because she didn't breathe, there was no movement at all. Her shoulders didn't arch, her sides didn't expand as she took a squashed breath… and she looked dead.
'Drusilla…' Angel called softly as he crouched down beside her. 'Dru?' She raised her head a little before swinging her arm out suddenly and hitting Angel in the face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, supporting her weight.
'Let me go Angel.' Drusilla whined. 'Spike…' she called for the one she still loved and who still loved her.
Spike took her from Angel's arms and held her close. When Drusilla realised that it was Spike who was now holding her, she looked up.
'My Spike?' she whispered.
'Your Spike,' Spike confirmed before changing his tone to sound firm in his decision. 'Now get out Dru, I love somebody else now and we can never be together again. I'm sorry.' He pushed her away gently and turned around, walking in the other direction. He headed up the stairs but didn't dare look back for fear of caving into to the only woman he ever truly loved besides Buffy.
Angel looked over at Drusilla and frowned, following Spike up the stairs. Drusilla was left alone on an almost empty floor, with nothing but dead bodies everywhere to keep her company.
'Spike!' she called out, not expecting any answer. She watched him and Angel disappear down the hall, and felt defeated. She had returned for her Spike, only to be rejected by him. She did go off with that Chaos demon and leave him all alone, but she wanted him back. She would have him back, no matter what it cost her.
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Author's Note: Short and sweet I reckon, it works better and it's easier to read. So, the next chapter. A lot of things are happening now. Drusilla has returned for Spike, but he has told her he loves Buffy, but he also still loves Drusilla, and she loves him, but then he pushed her away and now she's determined to get what she wants. Sigh. A lot more to come… ooh goody. :D