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Who: Drusilla (

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What: Spike promised Dru a dance
When: Just after sunset.
Where: Drusilla's house
Summary: Spike shows up to keep his promise, which makes Dru quite happy.
Rating: PG?

The moment the sun set Dru was up and about, waiting for her Spike to arrive. It had been so long since she had seen him, and she couldn't help but feel a bit excited about it in her own crazy way as she gracefully exited the house, wanting to feel the night air. In her arms, she carried one of her many dolls, a red ribbon tied around it's mouth as usual.

"You must be sure to behave Josephine or I'll have to punish you." She told the doll with a mellow, yet stern voice before looking out into the darkness to watch for her child. Of course, she already knew what direction he would come from.

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It had been a long time since he'd last seen Dru. Even if time supposedly held no meaning to eternal beings like themselves, he could not help but miss his dark goddess. After all, you could not just write off a century of being everything and all to each other.

After dropping by Shiki's place for a quick measuring session (he needed that duster, damn it, if he ever got back to that apocalypse he was going to clock that bleeding dragon a good one for burning his favourite article of clothing), Spike quickly made his way over to Drusilla's place, the smile on his face growing wider when he saw her in the distance.

Drusilla grinned as Spike came into view, and as he approached, she reached out her hands to him, wanting his touch.

"How I've missed you, my dear Spike."

Spike didn't need to be asked twice. Taking her hand, he pulled her close and scooped her into his arms, spinning her around like he used to do when they were still together. No, he was no longer in love with her, but he still loved her. How could he not? She was the one who had given him this life after all.

"Hello, pet."

Dru's smile widened as she was reminded of the old days. Back when her Spike was still bad and enjoyed the killing. It had always disappointed her to see her child take the side of the Slayer, but despite that, he was still her child. She had chosen him, and she planned to keep him as her favorite whether he had a soul or not. Though she much preferred him without it.

"You and daddy are here now. It makes me miss grand-mommy too. The four of us had such great fun."

His smile faded a little. "Yes, we did," he replied. Everybody else didn't. Putting her down on her feet, Spike held out his arms, an invitation for a waltz.

"I don't hear any music though."

She was more then glad to accept that invitation. After all, she had always loved dancing. Especially with her Spike.

"I like the night's music. All the stars are singing."

Still as dotty as ever, Spike grinned indulgently. Drusilla had always been mad. She was driven insane when Angelus turned her, so Spike never had the chance of meeting the sane version of his Sire. Not that it was important. Her insanity was beautiful.

Holding her close, much closer than what was socially considered as proper, he led her into a dance under the moonlight. Two creatures of the night, waltzing to a music that only they could hear: the three steps beat of history, romance and blood.

Drusilla loved the close proximity as she gracefully followed her child's lead. Spike had always understood and been willing to do what pleased her, but as much as she loved him, only one had ever known her better, and she found that he was just no fun with a soul. Not like her Spike. Even with a soul, he seemed to make her happy.

"The Malnosso have been taking away my fun." She told her child with a pout as they danced in the darkness.

"What did they do to you, ducks?" Spike asked gently, still leading her in that dance. Angel had mentioned something about Drusilla having a pet human in this place, one that she wasn't planning to eat, sire, or torture. While that sounded all fine and dandy, Spike was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Drusilla didn't have a soul, there was nothing stopping her from feeding--

Unless, Spike gritted his teeth as he entertained that horrible thought. Unless, they chipped her.

"They made me human, and then gave me a soul, but they took that away. The soul hurt. I didn't like it." She told him in answer. Even now, she remembered those times, and she couldn't help but dislike the Malnosso for those things. At the time, they hadn't been so bad, but now, the thought only seemed to sicken her.

This place could even give you a soul?! Not for the first time, Spike wondered who the hell (or rather, what) had brought them here. All he had was a name, and the fact that they were here as experiments.

Just what were they up against?

"Did they do anything else?"

"They made me like a human."

In truth, she had favored the human even before that experiment had taken place, but that time had during valentine's had only seemed to enhance that like, and though part of her didn't like it, the other part of her didn't mind it at all.

"And that will be..." Spike cleared his throat. "That pet human that you're keeping around?" Maybe falling in love with another human would do Dru some good, but after a hundred years of being with her, Spike could not help but feel that little green eyed monster tugging at his undead heart.

"His name is Haseo, and he reminds me of death."

An odd smile appeared on Dru's lips as she spoke about her new pet.

Death? Spike furrowed his brows. Himself excluded, his dark princess was pretty well known for bad taste in lovers.

"How so, pet?"

"You've got to meet him to know, but even if his name makes me think of death. I like it."

He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. She tasted of decadence and blood, a taste that he became addicted to a lifetime ago, a taste that he still loved.

"When can I meet him then?"

That kiss put a smile on her face. One that she had shown Spike millions of times.

"When would you like to meet him, my Spike?"

As she spoke, she moved even closer to him, her hand gently moving to his cheek in it's usual sensual manner. Slowly, she slid her nail through his skin, wanting to see the blood that she had not seen in so long. She found that it excited her just as much as it always had.

He hissed. Those who thought vampires couldn't feel pain obviously thought wrong. They could feel just fine. The only difference was that they had left behind the misconception that pain always equated to hurt. Pain, Spike had learned, was simply another form of pleasure.

Taking her hand, he kissed her fingers, tasting his own blood on them. "Anytime."

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