Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Buffy
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: tv_universe: It's Good To Be Bad (If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Bunny Ears sent YOU!) and nekid_spike A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words: Day 7:
Word Count: 1,062
Date Written: 8 August 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
The night used to be comforting to him. He used to be able to hide in it and in this form. There is power in what he is now; he’s known that since the start. Everybody in London had made fun of William, but when he’d been turned, that laughter had transformed into screams, often their last. Angelus had teased him, as had Darla, but nobody dares to make fun of him now or to take his threats lightly, nobody but that damn Slayer.
She’s messing with his mind. He’s beginning to think that there may be something to that old theory that Slayers have power over Vampires. She certainly had it over Angel, and if he’s not careful, she’s going to have it over him too. The night’s started to whisper to him lately as it does to his mate, and he doesn’t like what he has to say.
”She’s going to take you.”
“You’re never going to be the same.”
“She’s going to end everything you know.”
“And start it all anew.”
“You’ll never escape her.”
“She has a hold on you, and you know it.”
“She wants you.”
“And she’s going to have you.”
“And there’s not a bloody thing you can do about it.”
Spike rages and almost tears at his ears. The palms of his pale hands flatten against his ears.
Drusilla looks up from where he thought she’d been playing with Miss Edith. “They’re not very nice,” she says simply.
“What?” he asks and realizes he has to take his hands off his ears if he’s going to hear her. He does so but cautiously, ready to slap them back down if another lie is spoken. He’s not the Slayer’s play thing! He’s his own man, damn it, and he’s going to kill her!
”No, you’re not.”
“She might kill you.”
“But you won’t kill her.”
“YES, I WILL!” he roars.
Drusilla smiles and rises from her seat. “That’s my Spike! Tell them!” she croons. “Tell those nasty voices to go away!”
”You don’t want us to go away.”
“You want her to go away.”
“And she will.”
“When the time is right.”
“And the Slayer has you underneath her power.”
“THAT’S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!” he bellows.
Drusilla tilts her head to one side and looks at him in pity like she might watch a bat with a broken wing. “Oh, my poor boy,” she croons. “My poor, poor boy. Those nasty voices just won’t leave you alone, will they? Do try not to worry about them, Spikey. I know they lie. They’re all so nasty,” she makes a face, “and so full of wretched lies!”
“Yes,” he growls, “they are.”
“I know they are,” she assures him, waltzing to a beat only she can hear.
As she dances closer to him, he reaches out and pulls her near. “As long as you know they are,” he whispers into her long, dark hair.
“I know they are!” she repeats. “My Spikey would never leave me for some dreadful, little Slayer! You’re going to serve me her head on a platter instead, aren’t you, dear?”
“You better believe it,” Spike growls again. This time, his hot breath washes over Dru’s pale skin. “Just as soon as the little bitch slips up, she’s mine, and ours to drain.”
Drusilla claps her hands together in glee. “Oh, it’s going to be such fun!”
He had thought it would be fun. He had appreciated the challenge killing another Slayer would give him. But now, he’s no longer so sure. Now, there’s a part of him that simply wants to take his dark Princess and flee from this Hellmouth, but he’s never ran from anything since being turned. He’s not going to start now.
“We will dine on Slayer blood,” Drusilla sings out, “and it will be so sweet! So sweet!”
“But not as sweet as you, my Princess,” Spike murmurs, nuzzling her neck. Pulling himself erect, he brings her closer and tilts her head back gently so that he can gaze directly into her eyes. “But for now, let’s silence these voices, shall we?”
“Mmm. I thought you’d never ask!” She giggles. “Or command is more like it! I do so love it when you take command!”
“Well, then, maybe I should do it more often. Kiss me.” She does so with glee, but when she goes to pull away after only a small kiss, he holds her to him and deepens their kiss. He kisses hard and with ever growing passion until all his thoughts cease flowing. Then he lifts her into his arms, spins her around, and carries her back to their crypt. But even as he lays her down, intent on paying homage to his Princess, he still hears the night whispering outside their door.
”Everything will change.”
Spike growls again but buries his fangs in Drusilla’s neck. Her long, pale legs twine around him, bringing him closer and deeper as he moves inside of her. Everything will not change! he roars inwardly. Everything else might change, but he will not! The Slayer may have tamed the night and bent its ancient voices to her will, but she won’t change him! She won’t break him, and she’ll never tear him away from his Princess or make him her dog to walk all over. She won’t have him!
But he, he vows as he sucks at Drusilla’s neck and fills her again and again, he will have her! He will break her! He will kill her, and they will dance together on her corpse, proving once and for all that two Vampires’ love can be endless, true, and impenetrable! He is right where he belongs with his Dru, and they will rule the night together! If the Slayer can bend it to her will, so can they -- and they will and he’ll prove to his treasured Princess that a Slayer’s blood really is the sweetest there is!
”You know you want it.”
“And you’ll have it.”
“Just not the way you think.”
Lost in his thoughts, denial, and anguish, Spike never notices his dark Princess’ tears flowing as they make love together for one of their last times. This isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning, but not in the way he schemes.