Nothing But You My Dark Goddess

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Spike sighed. Over 120 years of hunting together meant nothing to her. Frustration hummed inside of him as he thought of Dru. What did it mean for him? For his very existence without his dark princess?

*Flashback*

"I thought about it, but I changed my mind." He said and looked around for a piece of wood. Spotting a chair nearby, he went over to it. "I'd rather," applying pressure he broke it roughly and took one sharp piece, "be," "staking," "YOU!"

He walked up to Collin who showed a little fear in his usually expressionless eyes. Spike suddenly yanked the boy out of his chair and threw him in a cage to greet the sun.

Spike, a voice taunted him. He turned to see Drusilla standing there looking at him accusingly.

"You promised, not before the ritual!" "Now, it's all ruined!"

She stepped back as if he was something disgusting.

"Mean stars warned me about today. Said you cheated!"

*Present*

Drusilla packed up her things and left him. Left HIM.

It was her way of punishing him. Leaving him to sulk by himself.

"Well, not this time Dru!"

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Drusilla was overwhelmed with what the visions had told her.

Her Spike reeked of the sparkly tinker.

Like a soul was stuck in him.

She could see it. All bright and sunshine.

No room for her..........!

She was told to leave him be. That he poses a threat to her now.

In her anger, she destroyed everything in sight.

She easily staked the minions that got in her way.

And now, she's alone.

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Her blood ran cold as she felt her body temperature drop.

Something was terribly wrong!

She should be breathing.

She should have a heartbeat.

She felt sick!

Drusilla wiped the red satin away from her lips as she picked up the body and carried it over to the bed.

*Flashback*
She looked down and fonded over the way she slept. The way her chest would rise and fall. The way her hair spread out around her face. The way she looked so at peace.

Soon, that peace will be permanent. And it will be restored back to her............

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She knelt down to her eye level and pushed her face into the neck before her.

Buffy had to admit, she was hungry and since this was the only thing on the menu, she was going to have to take the offer.

On impulse, she grabbed the head and forced her fangs in. The bloody nectar was like a heavenly dessert to her demon. It healed its injuries and brought it closer to the edge.

*Flashback*

Her heart rate rapidly grew as strong hands hauled her up. She was this close to a torturous end and it didn't matter.

It should have mattered...............!

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When Buffy first drank down the magic induced blood, she felt like screaming. Everything in her wanted to reject the idea. But she couldn't stop. It was laced with the blood of thousands. She recalls having flashes of the past. The old english music, soft in the background. The railroad spikes. The death of a poet and the birth of a demon.

She felt all of their emotions. The fear, the terror, and the anguish...........

The children that they tortured. They were the worst.

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It never even occurred that children so young had to die so early.