Part 2
Spike woke up to the sound of chirping birds and the smell of bacon. He shook his head and immediately regretted it when the throbbing started. The blond vampire looked around the bedroom and got up slowly. A picture of the Slayer and an older woman lay on the table beside the bed. Must be her mum.
"What the hell am I doing in the Slayer's house?" Spike asked himself as he walked down the hallway
He walked through the bungalow, toward the smell. The vampire peered into the kitchen to see the Slayer cooking breakfast.
"So you going to stand there or help me?" She could sense him the moment he approached the room. Buffy scrambled the eggs lightly and waited for the inevitable.
"What the hell am I doing here?"
She turned around as he asked the question. Under the kitchen lighting she looked beautiful. No, she looks stunning. No I can't think that. Dru. Drusilla is the most beautiful woman in the world. A little voice reminded him. He could feel the tears start to well up in his eyes, but quickly blinked them away before she could see them.
"You're here so I can listen to your story. I'm not going to kill you and you're not going to kill me." Buffy turned back to the stove, pretending not to see the tears in his eyes. A part of her wanted to hold him and make the pain go away and another part of her told her to stake him and put him out his misery.
"There is nothing to tell Slayer."
"Really? Cause lots of vamps like committing suicide by slayer." She faced him again.
"Well it seems like a lot of slayers like committing suicide by vampire. And from the looks of it…." He tilted his head and looked at the scar visible on her neck.
Her body stiffened at the implication. "I wasn't doing anything like that."
"Whatever," Spike interrupted. "I guess I have to do this the old-fashion way then." He walked toward the kitchen door. As he reached for the knob, a strong punch threw him backward onto the floor.
"I can't let you do that."
"The bloody hell you can't." Spike sat on the floor staring at the linoleum tiles , willing himself not to look up at her. He was desperate to stop the ache in his heart as he closed his eyes.
"Listen to me… Look at me…."
"My Spike. My poor Spike. I'm sorry that I left you. I'm sorry your heart hurts you so."
A familiar accent resounded in his ears. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful dark princess as she walked toward in flowing white lace.
"Drusilla?"
"It is me, Spike. Please don't push her away."
"But she's our enemy." He studied Dru. Her movement fluid, her eyes clear and focused. "Dru?"
"I am Drusilla, Spike. Just not the one you loved all those years. The Powers saved my soul when I was turn by Angelus. They kept me here safe while the demon took over my body. I have been waiting for you. I have watched you love the woman - or should I say demon - that occupied my body. There were times that I felt your undying love for her. I watched as you screamed in pain when she died. All the heavens heard your cry. But now it is time for you to find your purpose. It is time for you to find why you were truly turned. It is time for you to find the answer to the words she told you. Do you remember them?" Her voice was soft as she knelt next to him, stroking his face. Drusilla's slim fingers traced along his angled face.
//Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.// Spike replayed the words of his saviour from mediocrity. //I see what you want. Something, glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.//
"Even the demon knew you had a higher purpose. You have found it in her. The glowing one."
"Her? The Slayer?"
"Yes. You must help her. Save her. Or everything will be lost. Believe me, Spike, she needs you more then ever. You have been given a second chance. A chance to save the world."
"Why, Dru? Me saving the world? Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you…." She stopped abruptly as if frightened of something and then continued, "I must go. We have spent too long talking . I must go now. They cannot know that I saw you. Spike, please just do what your heart tells you to do." Dru disappeared before his eyes.
Spike blinked at the warm breath against his cheek. He suddenly focused to see dark green eyes looking at him.
"Are you ok?"
"Hurts!" Was all he could manage.
"Well, you got scorched pretty bad. On your hands and chest. But atleast your shirt was on so you are just gonna be tender not burnt. God what were you thinking? Scratch that, I know. You kept mumbling something."
He realized that he was on a bed. His whole body ached he at the source of his pain; she had bandaged his burnt hands from the looks of it. "Thanks."
"I'm not in the habit of saving vampires, so don't do that again."
"Yes , ma'am." He gave a soft smile that masked the throbbing in his hands.
"Do you want to talk…?" The Slayer sighed as the vampire before her turned his head away.
"That's ok if you don't." Buffy moved across the room and returned quickly. "I got you some blood." Spike's look of surprise made her chuckle . "At the butcher's. It's pig's blood."
"Oh." The disappointment evident in his voice.
"Do you want it warmed? Angel normally nukes it."
"Angel?" Spike spat out in disgust.
"Yeah. Something wrong?"
"Nothing much, 'cept I hate the bastard."