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Darkening of the Light	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike could tell
as he began to wake that sunset was still hours away�so why wasn't he still
asleep? Granted, he still had the first real meal he'd had in weeks humming in
his veins, but with his body still healing, he shouldn't have been doing
anything but sleeping deeply now.
Then, he noticed
something else that hadn't happened in weeks.
Drusilla was in his bed.
She was licking
and sucking his neck, her fingernails scraping down his bare chest and leaving
trails of blood in their wake.
"Dru?" He frowned, finding her
touch wasn't affecting him the way it normally did. If anything, he was angry with her. She was his sire, the
woman who was supposed to love him, and yet she'd left him to suffer, broken
and discarded.
Granted, Spike
knew Dru couldn't be trusted to take care of a goldfish, never mind him, but at
the same time, her treatment of him once Angelus had re-entered the picture had
cut him deeply. After over a century of him catering to her every whims,
followed by his dedication to her after the run-in with the mob in Prague, it
hurt to know she wouldn't reciprocate�and would instead, ignore him in favor of
another male.
She'd never once
brought him a girl to feed on the way Buffy had for him the night before.
Instead, she'd insulted him with mangy little dogs that weren't even fit for a
snack.
Part of him said
he was only being petulant, and he should simply revel in having her back,
grateful to be again worthy of the touch of his dark goddess. But he couldn't
seem to make that part of him be the dominating force.
For one thing,
Drusilla still reeked of her sire�
In the past,
before the onset of "Angel," Spike had been able to deal with having
to share Drusilla. He didn't like it,
but he'd understood his place in the hierarchy of their group, and he'd
accepted it.
However, things
were different now. He'd killed two Slayers�the proper way, at that�and earned
himself the rank of Master in his own right. He didn't care who had sired whom;
he was not beneath Angelus. Not anymore, and not ever again.
"Dru,
don't," he said, pushing her away.
Drusilla sat up,
stunned. Never had Spike rejected
her. She pouted, making a soft, whimpering sound. "My Spike, why are you
doing this? Don't you want to play with Mummy?"
"No, I
don't," Spike snapped, surprised at how much like truth the words felt.
Drusilla regarded
him for a moment, her head slightly cocked, before a fire began to blaze in her
eyes. "It's her! You let her
into your bed! You're mine, mine! The
bad dolly can't play!" She launched herself at Spike, screaming as she
clawed and bit at his flesh.
Spike grabbed her
arms and threw her from the bed, his arms coming up to block Drusilla's
attacks. Still, she didn't stop, his unwillingness to take her blows seeming to
only enrage her more.
"You were
mine, only mine!" Drusilla screamed over and over until finally, Spike
snapped and his passive defense shifted. He rose from the bed and grabbed
Drusilla roughly, slamming her against the wall.
"Is that what
this is then? I'm yours, but you're never going to be mine? Is that how this
works?"
"I made you
for me!" Drusilla screamed.
"You made me
to be your toy!" Spike yelled back, though as soon as the words were out
of his mouth, he stared at her in shock. They were true�he'd always known, in
some way that they were true�yet finally speaking them aloud made the truth too
real.
He let Drusilla go
and dropped her to the ground. "I can't do this. I can't�"
Drusilla slid to
the floor, tears in her eyes. "Just leave her alone, Spike. You're for
me�be for me."
Spike turned and
looked at her, holding her gaze for a moment. He wanted to be just for Drusilla. He always had. She was his dark
princess, and he wanted to be her knight. But after what he'd felt with Buffy
the night before, he knew he couldn't make the promise to never touch her
again. He wouldn't be able to control himself.
"Drusilla,
I'm sorry, I can't give you that anymore."
"I hate
you!" Drusilla screamed, making him flinch even before she leapt from the
ground and attacked him again. Spike tried to wrestle her away, to keep her
hands back as she attempted to claw his face. Entangled, they stumbled
backwards, crashing through the bedroom door.
"What the
hell is going on out here?" Angelus raged as he stormed out of his own
room and over to Drusilla and Spike. He grabbed Spike and threw him off of
Drusilla, who immediately began to cower and whimper.
"He�he tried
to hurt me, Daddy," she said, pulling her body inwards.
Angelus turned to
Spike, a sneer on his face. "Have you gone and forgotten your place,
Willie boy?"
Spike rose to his
feet, hoping his legs were strong enough now not to give out on him. He wiped blood
from his face and met Angelus's eyes. "Sod off."
Angelus arched his
eyebrow. "So you have forgotten then." He leaned down and picked up
one of the splintered pieces of wood from the broken door. "Maybe I should
remind you then."
Almost as soon as
Angelus moved, he was tackled down to the ground, and it took Spike a moment to
register the tiny blonde who had done it. "Stay away from him!" Buffy
snarled, smacking Angelus hard across his face with the back of her hand.
Angelus blinked,
stunned, but only for a moment. "You little bitch!" he snarled at
Buffy. "You don't challenge me like this."
Buffy knew she may
be playing her hand too soon, but she was already tired of going along with
Angelus. Never in her existence had she been filled with more hatred for
someone, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She raised her head, her eyes
defiant.
"I can and I will."
Angelus reached
out and grabbed Buffy, jerking her up hard as he got to his feet, then tossed
her across the room. She hit the wall with a grunt.
He tsked. "You really shouldn't have done that, Buff. Now
I'm going to have to punish you," he said, his tone mocking.
Buffy pulled
herself back up, her features shifting to demonic. "You'll never touch me
again."
Spike watched,
seemingly frozen in place as the two vampires squared off. He'd known Buffy was
going to attempt to challenge Angelus at some point, but he hadn't expected it
to be so soon. The night before she'd seemed like she was going to bide her
time until she knew she had the definite advantage.
This was not such
a moment.
However, she'd
have decidedly less of a chance of success if Drusilla jumped into the fray,
and Spike could tell that was exactly what his sire was about to do. Dru moved
to strike, but before she could, Spike was up. He grabbed her around the waist,
pinning her arms to her sides.
Drusilla let out a
shriek as soon as Spike grabbed her, and Angelus turned quickly, the sound
distracting him. Buffy seized the moment.
With all of her
strength, she pushed Angelus backwards, sending him flying right through a
large window. The curtains tumbled to the ground and he fell backwards through
the glass, screaming as the sun's rays hit his flesh. Buffy rolled backwards,
panting as she now ducked in the shadows.
Spike rolled as
soon as he realized what Buffy was about to do, trying to bring both himself
and Drusilla out of the light. However, the move loosened his hold on her, and Drusilla
jumped up, only to be hit by the sun now flooding the once-dark room. She held
up her arms and screamed, forcing Spike to watch helplessly as she exploded
into flames, then dust.
The room grew
suddenly still, the only sounds those of the birds chirping
too-cheerily outside the window. Spike cowered in the shadows, unable to stop
tears from forming in his eyes as he stared at what was left of his maker.
Buffy stood, her
legs shaky, and watched him. The patch of sunlight dividing the room kept her
from him, and while part of her told her that may be for the best since he
could certainly hold her accountable for the death of his sire, another part of
her wanted to go to him, wanted to try to take away some of his pain.
Instead, however,
she slipped back into the bedroom, wanting to escape back into the dark.

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Spike sat, huddled
and alone, waiting for the sun to set and allow him to move without fear of
burning. A part of him felt empty, hollow. Drusilla had been more than his
lover, more than the woman who owned his heart. She'd been his sire�his
salvation. What was he without her?
As soon as the sun
was gone, Spike crawled over to the pile of Drusilla's ashes, his tears
spilling into them. "Why did you do that, baby?" he whispered, a lump
in his throat. "We were happy without him before; we would've been happy
without him again."
Still, as
heartbroken as he was, a part of him remained angry.
Drusilla had abandoned him, left him crippled and starving so she could play
with her precious "Daddy." Then, she'd left him alone for good by
being foolish enough to let this
happen.
But he didn't want
to be angry with Dru, not when all he had left her was a dampened pile of dust.
He raised his head, his eyes flashing with gold as he looked towards the master
bedroom. It was her�all her fault�
With a snarl,
Spike jumped to his feet and stormed into the room, snatching Buffy roughly up
by the arm when he found her on the bed.
"You stupid
bitch!" he roared, shaking her. "This is all your
fault! All of this is your bloody
fault! You've been ruining my life since the moment I stepped into Sunnydale,
and now you've gone and taken Dru away, too!"
"Spike, I
didn't mean to," Buffy said, genuine fear in her eyes for the first time
since she'd turned. She had now doubt that Spike was fully capable of hurting
her, especially in this state. "I didn't even think when I pushed Angelus,
I just acted. I remembered our deal, and I didn't break it on purpose."
Spike's only
response was another roar as he refused to let Buffy's words soften his anger.
Rationally, he knew she was telling the truth, but the moment was not one for
reason. He tossed her to the ground, her body hitting the floor with a
satisfying thud.
"I'm going to
make you suffer," he told her, his eyes and voice cruel. "I'll make
you hurt for what you did to her."
Buffy didn't move
from her spot on the floor, nor did she protest against Spike's words. If he
needed to mark her flesh to compensate for the death of his sire, then she
would allow him that.
After all, she had
told him with Angelus gone, he could step into the
older vampire's place. She hoped if he could get what he needed from her in retribution
for Drusilla, then he would still stay with her.
She didn't want to be alone�
She'd expected him
to beat her. Angelus had left behind chains as well as a variety of torture
devices, any one of them Buffy was sure Spike would know how to use. Instead,
however, he snatched her back up and threw her on the bed. He had been clad
only in his jeans, and he shucked those quickly before he pounced on her,
shredding her clothes with his hands.
When he thrust
into her, Buffy tried to reach up and touch him, but Spike snarled and
backhanded her. She dropped her arms to the side, catching on to what he
needed.
He fucked her
ruthlessly, his demon in full control. For hours, he moved over her, releasing
only to harden again and start anew. Through it all, Buffy stayed in place,
willingly offering him whatever it was he needed to take from her body.
Finally, he came
one last time, the sound he made as he did like a whimper, before he rolled
over and collapsed at her side. Buffy lay silently in the darkness and listened
to him weep.

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