"D- dying sucks," he croaked. "No. Spike. Dying is beautiful." She walked away from him, leaving him to wake up and then, he'll come to her. Take her blood one more time to complete the ritual or 'the connection.' All sires and childes have this way of feeling each other through blood and through it, comes healing. Mating. And companionship.
Because it isn't always easy the first time, waking up alone. In a coffin. But, no, she couldn't leave such worthy choice there. She just knew what her blood was telling her: He was special and a worthy mate to be worshipping her. To be devowed to her.
Spending a century will be rejoiceful.
"What do you have in mind my love...? Virgin? Or heart...?" Oooh, heart. Because it was salty and delicious. They took out the heart of a man. Just a bleeding stable block. His name wasn't important. But, he made quite the appetizer.
For 2 hungry and drunk Vampires. They dined on thick blood with a tint of Kale. The man planted a Vegetable farm. And so, he tasted like Kale.
Drusilla clapped and laughed, spinning around for a show. "Dance with me, Prince of the Black Knight..."
He loved to get her horny and worked up. He wanted her hard under his touch, the feel of them bouncing on the bed.
She got serious and suddenly stopped. "I love you..."
Lucidness was back in her eyes. She loved him.
"Whoever's the first to love me will get me forever," he whispered.