A year had passed since Faith had left her mark and Spike was constantly reminded by Dru about it. The mark was eternally there and he swore revenge on that little bitch. But right now he had other worries; another Slayer. She was different than the other one; she wore her heart on her sleeve. He had made a truce with her to help defeat Angelus; his grand sire. He sat on the bed waiting for his dark goddess who arrived ready for good shag. But she seemed reluctant to even touch him.
"Dru, pet, what's wrong?"
"I smell and sense her on you." Spike showed a confused look "She plagues your mind and heart."
"Who Luv?"
"The Slayer." She replied
"I made that truce for you! I wanted my dark goddess back!" The Slayer was beautiful but Dru took away his humanity and saved his heart.
"It's over Spikey, I want a true vampire, not one who would shag a Slayer."
"What are you talking about!" How did she know about Faith.
"The Slayer fills your heart. Go home to her."
"She gave me this!" He yelled ripping open his shirt.
"You like torture. I give it to you all the time but the stars say your mind wanders."
"You know what! I don't have to put up with this!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
He stormed out the door and headed back towards the little blonde Slayer's domain. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to finally get that kill.