Drusilla was curled up against Spike's body, her bare flesh cool against his own. One hand lay over his heart in a possessive gesture. Purring contentedly deep in her throat, Drusilla lapped at the bloody gouges her nails had left across Spike's chest.
Spike barely noticed as Drusilla's lazy motions turned into playful nips. His hand rested against her hip comfortably, and his body responded to her presence as it had for as long as he could recall.
It would have been just as always... _perfect_, had it not been for the image his stubborn mind insisted on flashing before his eyes over and over. His memory dragged up image after image of Willow. 'Surround sound,' he remembered Willow giggling to him once as she had described one of her dreams.
Drusilla paused in her ministrations, her eyes darkening. "Spike!" she hissed, her nails dipping and digging into his pale flesh. Her body shifted so that she was covering his more fully.
"Pet?" Spike asked, catching her clawing hand and carefully withdrawing it from his body. Blood welled up in the deep gashes she had left behind, his blood staining her fingertips. She rocked back slightly and brought her stained fingers to her lips. She licked his blood from her skin, watching his reaction from hooded eyes.
Spike sighed, trying again. "Pet? What is it?"
Her chest heaved above him as she drew in a deep, unneeded breath. A pout formed on her lips and her eyes burned with irritation. "You're thinking of _her_, Spike," Drusilla moaned unhappily. Her fists pounded against his chest in a fit of anger.
Spike's hands clamped around Drusilla's waist. With one smooth tug, he sent her tumbling off of him to sprawl on the mussed sheets at his side. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at his sprawled Dark Goddess.
"Who is it that I'm thinking of?" he asked, his eyes glinting.
Drusilla's face turned away from his. "_Her_. That... _girl_!" Her eyes clenched shut, visions of fiery red, sugary sweet, innocence, _love_ flashing beneath her eyelids.
Spike growled irritably and rolled away from her. "I'm not thinking of anybody other than you, Princess." Willow smiled at him shyly in his mind, her face flushed and her eyes bright. Drusilla was whimpering behind him, and Spike knew that he should try to banish Willow's face from his thoughts. He couldn't bring himself to do so.
Grumbling curses Spike hunted around for his pants. He tugged them on as Drusilla continued to rant and plead with him. He couldn't find the patience to turn around and draw her into his arms, comforting her and reassuring that she was the only woman that he could ever love.
Drusilla's angry tirade came to an abrupt stop as Spike walked out on her. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Spike _never_ left her! _Never!_ She rose to her knees, her head bent and her dark hair spilling down her shoulders. A low snarl tore through the silence.
Spike paced across through the small confines of the outer room, longing for darkness so that he could slip out into the night and relieve his frustration with bloodshed. His uneasy prowl came to a stop and Spike flung himself into a nearby chair. He rubbed his hand through his mussed hair and groaned.
He had left Willow behind for both of their good, and yet the girl refused to take the hint and get the bloody hell out of his head. Worse yet, Drusilla knew the direction in which his thoughts consistently drifted.
She seemed determined to reshape him into the perfect worshiper that he had always been. She was attentive in every way possible, and no mention of her beloved 'daddy' ever passed her lips.
He had longed for the presence of his Dark Goddess, he had tried to drink the pain of her departure away, he had plotted to get her to return to him, he had lived and dreamed of her at his side. And now that he had her there, his traitorous mind was filled with the images of another.
He still loved Drusilla. He doubted that he would ever stop. And yet, the pure, unadulterated adoration that he had felt for her suddenly wasn't there. Affection, desire, protectiveness... but not the burning love that had churned within him for so very long.
'Maybe, it's time for both of us to move forward...' Spike thought, his chin propped up on his hand as he stared at the wall sightlessly. 'Move onto what? ...Willow?' Spike snorted and shook his head in disbelief. 'I don't care about Willow like that... I may be unnaturally obsessed suddenly, but I don't _love_ her!'
The whisper of cloth against flesh announced Drusilla's presence. Spike's head remained bent, turned away from her. "Spike?" Dru murmured, her hand landing on his hunched shoulder. "I'm sorry, Spike... Please don't be angry, I _have_ to do this... everything will be as it should again!"
Spike rose, wheeling around in alarm. He met Drusilla's blazing eyes before the fire raged through his body and everything went dark around him.
~End~