Author's Note: Two again today. Turns out I'm not the best at the daily update thing...oh well. I think I should be able to get back into the hang of it tomorrow.
Drusilla was lying in bed, idly flipping through a blood-spattered fashion magazine. She'd found it in the purse of one of her victims, and loved looking at the pictures. She could read, of course-Spike became furious at anyone who insinuated that her insanity had made her unintelligent-but she preferred the pictures. The women were quite lovely, but Spike suspected that her interest was with their dresses.
"Spike?" she called.
"Yes, love?" Spike looked up at her, wiping some blood off his mouth. The half-dead man at his feet twitched and moaned. "Shut it," he added, aiming a kick at the man's stomach. "The lady's talking."
"I want a pretty dress." Drusilla held up the magazine for Spike to see. She'd opened it to a page of a woman in a floor-length dark red evening gown. "Like so."
"And a pretty dress you shall have," Spike replied without hesitation. It wasn't necessary to consider the ludicrousness of Dru's request (it was phrased as a demand, but it was more of a request than anything) before agreeing. If it was possible, he'd do it, if not, she'd most likely forget about it in a few weeks' time. He loved the smile on her face when he promised her what she wanted, and this particular request seemed fairly within reason. "Let me just finish this guy off, and we can go shopping. How's that?"
Drusilla beamed and put the magazine down. "We're going shopping," she said in utter bliss. "I want to ride up front in the shopping cart."
The nice bit about being a vampire was being able to kill anyone who told you off for letting Dru do things like that. Spike had a date with a pretty girl and a guaranteed mall snack, and he couldn't help but grin back. "Where do you want to get your dress, love?" he asked.
"I want the store with all the mirrors," Drusilla replied, getting up off of the bed and walking over to him. "I can be a ghost in a dress." She twirled, skirt flying out, and uttered an almost comical ghostly wail. "Oooooh! Scary." She smiled up at Spike. "Aren't I scary?" she asked him, vamping out.
"Well," Spike smirked, vamping out himself, "I bet he thinks you're pretty scary." He kicked the guy at his feet again. "Want some?"
"My Spike is so generous," Drusilla sighed, and pulled him into a kiss. It was fairly brief, as the man on the floor tried to move again and reopened a wound Spike had inflicted earlier in the night.
Drusilla pulled away, inhaling the smell of blood.
"Go on, pet," Spike encouraged. "Get your strength up. We've got shopping to do tonight."