Anything
She walked to him from the shadows, devoid of pretences and the waiting games other women played with him. He took her hand without fears, wherever she lead could only be a piece of heaven.
Beauty unsurpassed
She drew him into her embrace; clothes and skin grazing his cheeks. She never loosened her grasp on him, studying him intently. He only hoped he was what she was searching for.
Hands tighten
His name was a revelation on her lips, but she still laughed when he asked for hers. Anything to remember this moment, he pleaded.
"Anything?"
Then there was nothing
Witness
To watch Drusilla's occasional games never failed to arouse his interest. This time the victim was a man. Amazingly there was no resemblance to Angelus, but the slight accent as he pleaded for mercy clued Spike into Drusilla's reasoning.
She sang as she arranged her tools; her toys, as she lovingly cooed in the stranger's ear. Her eyes shone in glee when she finally found the one she wanted, a long thin knife that made the man's eyes bulge in fear.
Then his dark princess smiled and blew him a playful kiss.
The smile only widened when the screams began.
Edward
A fledgling's first kill, blood everywhere but the human was still alive.
"It's broken." Drusilla brought the boy into her lap. He'd seen this scene too many times, surely she wouldn't... "Can I have him?"
As if. He had no patience to nurse Drusilla's newest whim. Spike spied a broken pipe at his feet; his face broke into a smile. Surely Drusilla would enjoy a little action the most. He played with the pipe to test its weight.
Drusilla nodded, leaving the boy to him.
Spike grinned again and picked up the still conscious body. Time to amuse the lady.