(Spike/William staggers down the street in tears, ripping up his poems as he goes. He bumps into a passerby and drops the pages.)

WILLIAM: Watch where you're going!

(He gathers up the torn sheets and makes his way toward a nearby alleyway where he sits and continues to destroy his poetry and cry.)

DRUSILLA: And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?

WILLIAM: Nothing. I wish to be alone.

DRUSILLA: Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory. (beat) That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.

WILLIAM: That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.

DRUSILLA: (smiles) Don't need a purse.

(She points to his heart and head in succession.)

DRUSILLA: Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.

WILLIAM: Oh, yes! I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me.

(Drusilla opens the collar of his shirt.)

DRUSILLA: I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.

WILLIAM: (sotto) Effulgent.

DRUSILLA: Do you want it?

WILLIAM: Oh, yes! (touches her chest) God, yes.

(Drusilla looks down for a moment as her face changes and her fangs descend. Spike reacts, more confused than afraid. She pulls back his shirt collar and buries her fangs in his neck. Spike cries out in pain but his cries quickly turn to moans of pleasure as Drusilla ends his human existence.)

• historical flash backs
• Spike & Drusilla

written by: Douglas Petrie; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/85foolforlove.html