Drusilla hummed quietly to herself as she placed Miss Edith on the neatly made bed in the small cube of a room the nuns had given her. She hadn't even realized she had taken the doll with her until she had woken up that morning shivering and crying, clutching the porcelain figure to her chest as heaving sobs escaped her lips. She had been like that for the whole morning. Sobbing as she remembered that her William was dead, that she would never see his handsome face again or kiss his beautiful lips. But she would love him until she died. That she swore to herself.
 

William headed up the stone walk and took the heavy metal key from his coat pocket. He whistled as he headed for the door. Only then did he notice that it was unlocked and open. His heart raced as he worried suddenly for Drusilla. He entered the house dropping his bag as he tripped over something in the foyer. He gasped and grabbed a nearby lantern and lit it. As he looked down he saw that what had caused his fall.

The pale rotting corpse of Charles lay before him. His eye sockets wide and empty. William blanched at the stench of rotting flesh permeating the air. He ran from the sight and into the kitchen where the decaying bodies of Charles' mother and sister lay in similar disarray. William's fear for his wife was growing with every step he took. He prayed that he wouldn't find her dead. Her body mutilated with that look of utter terror on her face. He ran his hand through his brown hair and headed up the stairs.

Every room was neat and untouched. Everything in place. He sighed and told himself that if Dru's body wasn't here, perhaps she wasn't dead. But it was no use. Whatever had done this was no man. It was a monster. It had probably just killed her elsewhere. He sighed and sank down onto the bed that they had shared. He shouldn't have left her. God, it was all his fault. He let the lantern fall to the ground. It shattered and the fire began to leap up the walls and curtains chasing itself around the room. William thought about letting the fire consume him. He considered death. But then he realized he must find whatever it was that had done this and kill it. To revenge Drusilla's death. Only then, could he rest.
 

Dru settled back against the pillow and turned restlessly. She couldn't get used to sleeping alone since she had been with William. Even those few days he had been in town she'd had little sleep. She moaned lightly as she began to think. All day the nuns had kept her busy with tedious work. Anything to keep herself from thinking, about the life that she could've had, were it not for that monster. Night was terrifying now. Too much time, too much time to think. When she closed her eyes a vision of William floated across her sight.

She buried her face in the goose-feather pillow and began to weep. Then she heard a faint noise and quickly sat up in the small bed. She glanced towards the door, wiping tears from her cheeks. A large figure loomed in front of the door. She gasped and bit back a scream as she saw Angelus standing before her.

At first she was relieved to see her friend, Jamie's brother standing before her. That is until his face changed and took on it's true form. Before her stood the man, no Demon, that had killed his own sister and niece and nephew. She shivered and backed away. He came near and grabbed her by the shoulders. Drusilla was about to scream when she saw a bright orange light beneath the door. She looked up at the monster with horror-filled eyes.

"You didn't..." She choked.
He laughed a hideously cold laugh and replied "Oh yes my dear, the kind old sisters that took you in are far too trusting. Now most of them I killed but the others will be burnt alive. But I have something special in store for you my dear. I will make you something you most fear and despise. I am going to make you like me."

She struggled in his grasp as he leaned forward and roughly kissed her. At first she seemed to give in and he relaxed his hold on her. She bit him on the lip and pushed him away with her foot. Using this momentary distraction she smashed the window. A shard fell on the bed beside her and she grabbed it. The glass cut into her hand. Angelus was up and making his way towards her. He wiped his bloodied lip and snarled as he stalked across the room for her.

"Bitch." He muttered.
She held the glass up and brought it down across her wrist. Blood poured freely from the wound. She smirked at him and said, "I would die before I let you turn me and my unborn child into demons like you."
He chuckled and replied "My dear you aren't stopping me. You're simply making my aim easier. You lay here dying now and there's something I should tell you before you do pass. You're precious William for who you cry for still is *not* dead. I don't know why in Hell you would believe a word of truth from a Demon!" He chuckled again as Drusilla's expression became horrified as realization crossed her face.
"NOooooooooo...." She trailed off as strength escaped her.
She collapsed against the wall as Angelus latched his hungry mouth to her open wrist. She could feel the life draining from
her. Her last words were "William....I love you..."
 

William strode up and over the abandoned tracks with a heavy, cold heart. He plopped down on the stone and mortar block beside the broken tracks and glanced out over the metal wasteland. It was like a graveyard for trains. They twisted bits of metal were all that remained of those machines. He sighed and reached out for something, nothing in particular. Then something sharp on the ground caught on his hand and tore at the flesh. He yelled and cursed in pain. William swore and tore off a bit of his shirt. He wrapped around the bloody gash in his palm and tied it tight. He hissed and reached for the object that had damaged him.

The heavy piece of metal felt good in his hand. It was rounded with a flattened head and a sharp point. William examined his treasure more carefully. It was an old railroad spike. He liked it. This would be his new weapon of choice. Yes, he fancied it very much so. He grabbed another one and held them firmly in either hand. Then Will rose and strutted across the graveyard of machines towards his own destiny. As he walked towards the main square music drifted through the heavy night air.

Dance, dance Eternal.
Tell me you love me forever.
I'm under you spell lover.
Hold my in embrace forever

William slammed the spike into the back of a man's head who was walking in his path. The man fell to the dirt road and blood flowed freely from a huge hole in the back of his skull.

Dance Dance Dance Eternal
Speak of our love that is forever
Creep into my head now
Keen is loving in this weather

William began to walk quickly trying to block out the song. Forever. Not forever. His love was dead! And the Bastard that did it would pay!

Dance dance Eternal
Tell me I'm yours forever
I'll move the Earth to get there
Tell me I'm yours forever

William liked the feeling of this spike... hmmm... spike.... His eyes narrowed. He couldn't go back to being called "William the Bloody" That named had died when he had been betrayed by Marina, someone he had thought he loved. Drusilla had been faithful and loving until death. But she could not rest in peace until he destroyed the monster who had destroyed his life, by killing his love. "Spike" it was a fitting name. He should torture his victims to death with railroad spikes, and carve his new alias into their corpses. He smirked and laughed. A laugh that was low and cold. He continued down the dark, barren street.

Dance Dance oh Eternal
Somewhere in my dead heart
There's this longing inside of me
This longing for you in my arms

William crossed into a dark alley and spied a man dressed in rags.

And if you dance oh lovely Eternal
take me with you in your embrace
and let me dance in you eternal
hold fast in your cold, loving embrace

William smiled devilishly at the man and spoke "Can you hear it calling? Heaven or hell? Where do you think you're headed? I can help you find out." The man's eyes widened in terror and William raised his spike high above his head. It came crashing down and blood spurted from the man's head.

I'll dance with you oh Eternal
Eternally around we'll whirl
While you sing misguided songs of agony
and while I kill the lambs

The man lay, his horror-filled dead eyes upturned to the sky. And in his chest was scrawled "S-P-I-K-E"

We'll dance together oh eternal
Together we'll dance in hell