“I’m very cross with you, Spike. Turning tables all over.”
“I’m a mite cross with you, too, pet. More than turning tables, you were.”
“Didn’t you have fun, my William?”
“Fun, watching Angel prance all over you and you taking every bit of it? That could hardly be fun for me, Dru, and it was not good either.”
Drusilla’s shoulders slumped as she turned toward him.
“I’m supposed to be bad, aren’t I? That’s what they told me. That’s what sings in the air when I go outside. Did I do it wrong?”
She began to whimper softly.
Spike was at her side in an instant, holding her and crooning quietly.
“There, there, love. Don’t worry, you got being evil down to a tee. I’m sorry.” She began to quiet down, stroking his cheek with her sharpened fingernails. “There’s just a difference, Dru, between being evil and being unfaithful. Do you understand that?”
Drusilla’s eyes brightened.
“You mean to see you only?”
“Exactly that, pet. You love me, don’t you?” His voice shook a little.
“Why, of course. I chose you to be mine because I could see you. You tasted like lemons.”
Spike shook his head, frustrated with her ramblings.
“Then let me be yours. No more fooling around.”
“Fooling like a bumblebee,” she laughed. “I’ll be good, Spike. Good and evil like I’m supposed to. Like they told me to.”
“Good, cause when we get back to Sunnyhell, I don’t want any of this ‘my Angel’ nonsense. We’re doing this for you, Dru.”
She smiled and kissed him passionately.
“Oh no, Spike, this is for you.” He melted under her touch and she whispered, “Make me strong, dear heart. We’ll be one forever.”