"So what do you think of the place? It's not much, but it's home." Spike sunk onto the couch opposite the chair he had tied Drusilla to.
"You're a bad dolly Spike. You aren't playing properly." quiet fury swam in Drusilla's blue eyes.
"Oh I am Dru, you're just playing the wrong game, pet." Spike laughed. It was always the women in his life playing games with him. Why should they have all the fun? It was his turn now.
Drusilla let out a yelp of frustration and struggled against her ropes, but Spike had tied them too tight.
"You've changed, Spike. I can see her inside of you, crawling around like a maggot. You're not one of them Spike. You're not... good." she spat the word out like it disgusted her and she couldn't wait for it to leave her mouth. "You belong with me, in the dark. That's where we belong."
Spike stood up and walked over to where she sat. He stroked her hair softly and looked into her eyes.
"Sweet, sweet Drusilla. You're so..." she looked up eagerly "...Stupid." he finished, and moved his hand away from her face. The anger returned to her eyes and she tried desperately to escape, desperate to hurt him. Good, he thought, he preferred her that way. Anger he could handle. Sad Drusilla made things so much harder to handle.
"You know, love-"
"Aaa-aaaaaaargh" Drusilla cried, pressing her hand against her forehead. Spike recognised the action. Drusilla was getting a vision.
"What is it Dru? Is it Buffy? What's happening?! What's happening to Buffy?"
"Slayer... a demon... he's killing her Spike... too many arms... she can't..."
"Where is she? Dammit Dru! Where is she?"
"The graveyard. Don't go, Spike. Let her die... We can get the chip out of your head, be together again. We could go back to Prague. We could feast-"
But Spike was already gone. Dru wailed into the empty darkness. Stranded and helpless.