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Darkening of the Light by Addie Logan
 
Chapter Five
 
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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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