She's asleep right now. I gaze down at her and feel a mixture of emotions wash over me. Emotions. Who'd have thought I could have them.... yet I do. For her, only her.

Drusilla. My black goddess.

I gently brush back a strand of her dark hair, so dark against the paleness of her cold skin.

The damned Slayer's words echo in my ears: 'You're not even a loser, you're a pathetic shell of a loser!' Without Dru, I am nothing. I'm not Spike without her, I'm just another demon walking the earth. But *I'm* not the moron that's denying my feelings for the one I love.
'We're just friends.' Yeah, right. And I want to be a good guy.

She whimpers in her sleep, and my hand reaches out to tenderly stroke her brow. No matter what anyone said, I love her. I've loved her for 150 years, each night more than the last. I'd do anything for her.

"Spike?" she calls out, in that sweet voice I love, so soft and innocent and childlike.
"I'm here, princess," I reassure her softly.
Here eyes open, looking clear and happy. She was insane, yes, I know that. It wasn't her fault, that bastard Angelus made her like this. I never understood how he could take such pleasure in doing that. Then again, I *do* love torturing people with railroad spikes, so I can't really talk. Still, what he did disgusts me.

"The wind is singing...."
I smile. "What's it singing, pet?"
Dru's lips curve into a smile. "That you love me."
I nod, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. "That I do, sweets. Always and forever."
She giggles happily before kissing my back. "Miss Edith says that Daddy isn't going to make me do things I don't want to anymore." Her voice gets soft. "I don't like Daddy, he made me do things, made me forget I loved you. I'm sorry."

Again, I feel that spark of rage for Angel. Bastard. I'll kill him and send his ashes to his precious Slayer. That ought to be good for laughs.... "I know, pet. It's all right," I hasten to reassure her. "We're far away, and we're staying away from the bitch and her dog."
I'm glad I found her again. We were in London, just to rest and forget what had happened during those months. I was slowly gaining control of the European vampires, they weren't as brainless as the American blokes.

Dru nods slowly. "Promise to kill the Slayer for princess? And keep Daddy away?"
I kiss her hand, then nip gently and lick at the blood that wells up. "I promise. You'll dine on the Slayer's blood, pet. One way or another. And don't you worry, if I see Angel pansy ass again, I'll kill him." Hopefully I'll be sober enough to do it. I laugh to myself.
"I'm hungry."
I smile and begin to get up to get dressed. "What do you feel like tonight, luv?"
She giggles as she puts on her dress. "I want a treat."
I walk over to her and nuzzle her neck. "We'll see what we can find."
We leave the room silently to go hunting and I silently swear to myself two things.

Angel was dead the next time I saw him.
And I would kill the Slayer to have control of the Hellmouth.
I didn't know when.... but I was nothing if not persistent.

The End...for now...