A girl sat in front of her computer, happily typing away. Her thick glasses, greasy hair, and pimple face reflected on the screen of the computer. She cackled as she finished the last line. "Spike kissed Buffy passionately and they walked up the steps of the mansion to make passionate  love and live happily ever after."

The doorbell rang, startling the girl. She grumbled under her breath as she went to open the door, how dare they interrupt a writer! She peeked out the window, but in the darkness, she could only make out a shape. She sighed, and opened the door.

"Hello, I was wondering if I could use your phone? My car broke down and…" a voice asked her. She didn't notice the accent.
"What? Um, yeah, I guess. Come on in, the phone's over here."

As the girl turned, Spike grinned and swung the railroad spike at her  head. He wrinkled up his delicate nose as the stench of her blood filled his nostrils. "Damned writer…" he growled as he dragged her body to the car. He tossed her in the trunk and "accidentally" slammed the lid on her foot. Roaring his black DeSoto to life, he drove (read: sped) to the warehouse where his princess was.
 

Drusilla paced, cooing at the girls that were huddled in a very large cage. She hissed at them, and giggled when they shrunk back in terror.
"You whore!"
"You bitch!"
 "You slut!"
 "Words mean nothing to me, little girl," Dru replied loftily. "You cannot see what I see, you are ignorant fools."
 "Screw you!"
Dru shook her head. "No. I am not that way." She grinned. "I have my Spike, and despite what your nasty minds think, he loves *me*."

The door burst open and Spike walked in, dragging the last girl. He opened the door to the cage, snarled at them to stay back, and threw her in.
"Spike, was she the last?" Dru asked eagerly.
Spike went to her, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her tenderly. "Yes, luv, the Slayer lovers are all yours. Do with them what you will."
A tiny frown formed around Dru's lips at the mention of the Slayer.
"I don't like her. She's ugly, and loud, and she wants to hurt us."
Spike's fingers smoothed away the frown, then kissed her. "Don't worry, pet. They know it would never happen in a million years. I'd stake myself first."
Dru smiled at his touch, then her smile widened into a sly grin.
"Change them? For princess?"
Spike smirked and nodded. "It's done, baby."

Drusilla smiled as she began to hypnotize them. Soon, images of a naked Angel brooding filled their heads. Their screams of horror made Dru smile with glee.
 

"In Spike's room at his new hideout, Buffy leaned over to kiss Spike, and he kissed her back eagerly."

Spike growled angrily as he read the same disgusting passage in a different computer for the hundredth time. 'What the
bloody hell?! Do they think I'm such a moron, a sap, that I'd fall for a Slayer and be her lapdog??? Hell fucking no!' He grimaced at the smut scene. 'And according to Angelus, the blond bimbo wouldn't know how to do THIS well at all!'
He sighed, then began to delete the entire passage. 'Damned if this is gonna be seen… God, this makes me want to heave!'

Spike smirked as he typed away.

"Buffy leaned to kiss Spike, then her eyes widened as a metal rod was shoved from behind into her heart. Spike grinned and his hands came up to grab her neck and swiftly snap it. Drusilla, looking as beautiful as ever, stood behind the dead Slayer's body with a spike in her hand. Spike kicked the dead body away, and took his goddess in his arms, kissing her passionately. He walked her back towards the bed where the two vampires made love with fiery passion. As they drifted off to sleep, their thoughts were simply of how much they loved to be with each other. And would be, for all time."

Spike grinned as he sent it to many mailing lists. He got up, and stretched, thankful the little doll Edith had made it possible for him to travel quickly throughout the word simply by stepping through the true gateways of time and space: a mirror.

"Mirror, now enchanted glass, to Sunnyhell I go, now let me goddamn pass!"

Okay, so those weren't the same words, but they rhymed and Spike wanted to go home. He stepped through the shimmering full length mirror and found himself in his and Dru's bedroom. He went downstairs to find a giggling Dru cuddling her doll.

"Hello, ducks. Did you have fun playing with their minds?"
Dru laughed again, a musical sound that made Spike grin. "Yes… I have made it so that they will write stories about the harlot Slayer and the nasty troll."
Spike roared with laughter. "That's telling 'em, luv!" He smirked in his sexy Spike way. "Every single story about me and the Slayer has been changed. You and me are together at the end of every one."
Dru squealed and hugged him tightly. "Spike…?"
 "Yes, princess?"
"Can we go… *make* a story of our own?" she asked slyly.
Spike grinned and nodded, then scooped her up in his arms as he carried her to their bedroom. "Let those bloody gits rot for all I care … I want to make love to you."
Dru smiled, and he saw a glimmer of sanity in her loved filled eyes.
"Love me till the morning?"
"And forever after that." Spike pressed his lips to hers, a promise  he was sending to her.

 He would keep it.

Always.