Playtime(Spike)

[drusilla]

Drusilla swayed to the music in the living area of the mansion holding Miss Edith in her arms as her hips moved to the beat. She giggled bouncing some letting Miss Edith dance to. "Look Miss Edith I am dancing the stars singing to. So pretty they are I wonder how many I can name." She puts Miss Edith up to her ear giggling at what her doll was saying, as she moved toward the dining table sitting with her tarot cards. Setting Miss Edith down onto the table making a shush noise. "Miss Edith needs to be quiet you do not want to wake the stars.. oh no that would be very bad don't think Grand mum and daddie like to be waken"

Oh yes Drusilla was calm for tonight but that depended on how long before something bad would happen, and grinning she picked up one of her cards running her head over it with a purr. "My Spike coming home with a present is it worms? No Miss Edith you got me works for my birthday..Listen Miss Edith the stars are talking telling me Spike going to be home soon." That made Drusilla happy she was in need for some good pampering, and what better way then from Spike. Tonight Drusilla long black hair fell down pass her breast almost to her waist, and her attire was one of Spike's favorite red and black dress that Angelus got her as a present.

Grabbing a few more cards her eyes drifted to the bird cage Spike was so sweet to give her a bird as she stood going over to the bird. Course the bird was dead, but to Drusilla it was still alive. "Sing to me..I will give you a cracker if you sing" Opening the cage nudging it, but the bird did not move it was making her upset. "Sing for princess right now" Her voice got louder and once again there was so response. Crying in anger she took the bird cage slamming it hard to the ground smashing it with her food. "I said sing to Miss Edith you evil.. bad bird sing..sing." She demanded stomping on the bird and kicking the cage across the room. Kicking the bird across the room she held her head moving it some. Was she getting into one of her episodes maybe.

Drusilla started to grip her head getting upset kicking a few chairs over as her cold eyes glared to the bird swiftly moving toward it. "Run and Catch, Run and Catch run birdie the monster going to get you. Talk to Princess sing I want you to sing or miss Edith be crossed" Sitting on the floor upset she grabbed the bird growling not happy tossing it across the room right toward the door. Moving to some flowers she started to rip them cussing and crying because the bird would not sing, and grinned having an idea. "Birdie won't sing to princess then birdie will suffer. Now Watch close Miss Edith" Getting the bird she set it in the middle of the floor lighting it on fire stomping her foot on the ground, but Dru was still not happy.

[Spike]

Other vampires wouldn’t just stroll up to the front of the mansion, not other vampires his age. They wouldn’t have jumped over the low slung wall either, wouldn’t have twirled just to see their duster’s dance around their ankles that little bit more, and definitely wouldn’t be singing. Not singing loudly and with the same delight that a teenage boy who’d just had a brilliant night would. But, it had been said before and it would quite probably be said again...Spike was not like other vampires.

“Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go...” the bleach blonde punk swirling once again, one slender hand dipping into the pocket of his duster, withdrawing a moment later accompanied with a sharp slicking sound with disturbed the otherwise nearly silent very early morning air. It was almost dawn – late for even a vampire like him to still be outside, but he was buzzing.

He’d been shopping.

Well, picking pockets of dead happy meals on legs, but it was the same thing. He’d found some more fags as well, which was nice. He lit one now, before lifting the thin cylinder to his lips and inhaling, a plume of smoke leaving his plush lips a moment later. Not many vampire’s smoked either...probably something to do with the flammable thing. Spike snorted, slipping the zeppo lighter away again. Wimps.

He turned back towards the mansion, continuing to sing as he skipped forward – punk lyrics to go with his completely punk look. ”Twenty...twenty, twenty four hours to go...” He laughed, ignored the closed door (probably shut by Angelus or Darla, to ‘teach him a lesson’. Or some crap. Instead, he just leapt in through one of the open windows, scaring a small minion vampire even as he did so. Which just made the older vampire laugh even more. He strode through the rooms, still nodding his head to the beat in his mind, of the song.

And he was looking around though. He wanted to find his princess. He caught the scent of her, the scent which even after a century could still making him smile. He bounced slightly more, before pushing open the doors from behind which her scent was coming from. “...an I fuckin’ wanna be sedated...Oh.” He came to an abrupt halt, was still for a moment, then reached up his hand towards his lips and removed the cigarette. Right. Flame around Dru like this...probably not the best of idea. “Having fun there, princess?”

[drusilla]

Dru was far more then upset she was angry, sad and really wanting to take it out on something Spike would see flowers all over the floor it looked like dear Dru tore them up. Once the bird was ash she wanted to play,and hated the thought of being bored. Grabbing Miss Edith holding the doll like she did an actual baby as a warm smile graced her lips. Slender fingers were brushing her dolly hair even braiding it some would think poor Dru was odd, and weird.

"Miss Edith not need to be dirty the lambs don't like no Miss Edith dirty.. tisk tisk the dirt with the worms ahh that sounds so good. Spike be home soon then we can really play, but Miss Edith you can't play" Taking her doll to Spike's and her room setting Miss Edith down on a stand with the rest of her forty dolls a lot of them had blindfolds and were facing away from Dru. Clapping her hands she suddenly stop as a familiar scent caught her. Yes her Spikey come home to princess and then they will play and dance and shag as spike liked to say.

Leaving the bedroom Drusilla squealed happily seeing her Spike coming down the stairs she was his princess and no one else could take that from her. Biting her lip Dru swayed over to Spike wrapping her arms around his neck, as she kissed all up and down his neck. "Spike came home to princess birdy was mean no sing to princess. it crossed Miss Edith. Spike I missed you. I took nap and had a memory you were so mad and crossed." Cooing her body was so close against Spike he always made her feel better, as her hands rested on her head twitching some. "Spike.. my head hurts all the birds singing" Sways her hips in Spike's arms.

"You going to sing to princess and we dance did you bring princess something?" Her soft eyes looked to Spike Dru almost looked like a child sweet and innocent, but inside she was a deadly creature. Kissing Spike with passion as she puled back pulling Spike with her toward their bedroom- "Do you wanna know my dream".

[Spike]

Spike arched an eyebrow, reaching out with both hands to clasp his Princess’ wrists gently. He may be a vampire, maybe be strong and prone to violence, but not with his Princess. Well, unless she wanted it. He was under no illusions, really – Spike definitely wasn’t the one in control. Everything was about Dru, to him it was almost as though the world revolved around his Princess. Luckily, however, he’d learnt over the years to skip over most of her words.

“Dru...” he crooned softly, tilting his head slowly to the side with a small grin. “We’re you playing with the bird again? Well...did it die a more entertaining death than simply starving?” Like all the other times. Feeding things wasn’t something Dru was able to remember, in Spike’s experience. When he’d been a fledge, he would have starved if Angelus hadn’t taken him under his wing, due to Dru forgetting to teach him how to hunt.

“But it was only a memory...A dream. I’ve never been mad at you, my love, never,” he said with a soft smile, revolving them both on the spot so they gently span around. Together forever, liked he’d always believed in the early days. Until Angelus had taken it upon himself to shove it in his face, but he couldn’t really judge the older vampire for doing that. Hate him, yes, but that was wrong as well, because you couldn’t live with someone for a hundred years and hate them. There would only be dust left. “We can dance to any music you want. And sing anything you want.”

He lowered his lips to his dark princesses ear, closing his eyes and just letting it be them. Him and her. “Tell me your dream, my love. If it was bad, my little present will make it all better, I promise.”

[drusilla]

We’re you playing with the bird again? Well...did it die a more entertaining death than simply starving?

When Spike clasp her wrist she grinned loving when Spike gave her some pain and sure everything revolved around Dru when it came to her and Spike. Since Dru can't exactly take care of herself in her conditions how weak she is. "Will I be strong again Spike just grand mum?" That question was almost a plead could Drusilla ever get back her strength maybe it was possible, but they would haft to wait and see where it goes. Purring happily laying as close to Spike as she could. "Birdie burned to ashes it went poof like dust..birdie had it coming cause it not sing to me. Spike..I wanna get my strength again be like you and grandmum, and daddie to."

When they entered the bedroom dru pulled Spike toward their bed pushing him down until he was laying down there room was beautiful as Darla and Angelus, but the only difference was on their dresser was all of her dolls. Spike and her family has bought her dolls from around the world that way she will always have memories of everything that happened. Crawling to lay beside Spike on the bed watching him with her brown eyes long hair was curled all down her body. "Spike..do you remember London aww it was so nice he made me and grandmum so happy, but daddie and you were very pissed off"

Dru never forgot about the Immortal how he took both her and Darla right into the bed . Was she going to get a pony ride from her Spike like the Immortal did to her but she was curious how spike respond to that memory. "He gave me pony ride Spike the Immortal grandmum says he was a Titan do you remember. Ahh he was so good to me like sunshine. " Straddling Spike's waist she started to bite him some. "Hurt me Spikey I wanna feel pain" Bouncing some on the bed with a giggle. Oh yes Drusilla was in a very good mood.

She loved when Spike got a bit rough with her because Dru was into anything really though she could never leave her spike for anyone. Spike treated her like royalty and even though sometimes her daddie and Spike fight, and then there Darla yelling at them to shut up. It was amusing scene to watch no she didn't want sex just to feel a little pain and course watch the television as Spike does all the time.. "Spike.. can Miss Edith come to bed with us" Dru was in both a good mood and a mellow mood, but then again you can never really tell.

[Spike]

Spike couldn't stop the scowl that grew over his face. She had to mention him, didn't she? No matter that it was years ago, and Dru had never been exactly as faithful to him as he was to her, as he longed her to be, the wound left by that prick the Immortal still stang. The only good thing about it, really, was that it stang Angelus just as much. Perhaps even more, come to think of it, and that just made Spike grin.

"Oh, luv, you were dreaming about that prick? Insatiable he may have been, but don't worry. I'm sure he's a first class wanker in his own time." It was obvious to Dru that Spike hated the Immortal. He was an idiot, and hell! He'd sent him to bloody prison for tax evasion. In fact, the only person Spike hated more than him was Dracula.

Dracula was just weird. And looked at him rather oddly. Like he was going to be eaten. He snorted at the thought.

"No, no more pony rides, sweetie," he said, and smirked. Oh, she was his princess, but she could be cruel...but so could he. "And, y'know...saying that has made me feel all sad, it has..." He rolled quickly to the side, bouncing back to his feet beside the bed with a tutting pout in her direction, "I might have to keep your pressy all to myself to make me feel better." Make her feel pain? Well, if it was Spike, that would be enough, but he was different. And he didn't like doing that. His Princess should be loved and cherished, not hurt. Only, if he didn't, she'd run to Angelus, and they'd all suddenly be playing musical chairs.

Which was, y'know, fine. Just tonight was a nice night for Spike. "She can, if she's on your side. I won't have her little elbows poking me when I'm tryin' to get sum' shut eye, Dru."

[drusilla]

Oh, luv, you were dreaming about that prick? Insatiable he may have been, but don't worry. I'm sure he's a first class wanker in his own time.

Dru noticed Spike getting up that warmness leaving their bedroom it made her look at Spike with those sweet innocent looks. "He nothing like my Spikey Miss Edith knows and stars now my Spikey never will hurt his princess. It was nightmare all the worms digging and singing with us Mummy liked it, but he has nothing over my Spike" She knew about the Immortal and Spike getting thrown in jail for tax evasion, but then again Drusilla found out from Darla about her poor William going to to jail. Slowly getting off of her bed walking behind spike wrapping her arms around his waist she loved Spike that would never change as her lips kissed down his neck. Dru may not be right, but she leared a lot from darla on how to please a man as she does for Angelis. She did Like Spike was gentle to her compared to her daddie who really left marks on her to piss off Spike. "Your not mad at princess are you?" Her voice almost had a sadden tone Spike was her life, and getting him upset made her feel sad and alone.

"Princess sorry my Spike can he forgive princess Miss Edith wants you to" Grining her fangs biteing into his neck not to hard jst enough to really give Spike a little tingle his princess always knew how to please that was one thing Angelus liked, but she belonged to only Spike. No, no more pony rides, sweetie, Dru turned now to face Spike was he denying her a pony ride she loved doing that with Spike sure he was better then the Immortal, but the past was the past and thats all Dru could think "No more pony rides but my Spike likes it and Miss Edith be very crossed if we don't" Dru was crazy about her Miss Edith it was the only doll she carried around like 24/7 no one was going to get rid of Miss Edith vampire or not she will dust you. Wrapping Spike's arms around her waist kissing lovingly his jaw running those slender hands down his chest. "Spike not let anything happen to Princess, and slayer will die. You kill for Princess"

I might have to keep your pressy all to myself to make me feel better

Drusilla heard that actually looked happy bouncing up and down in Spike's arms so he did get her a present what was it, boy she was dieing to know, and she had every right to get her present to. "What did you get Princess" Nips at his neck was it a person? Love making? Jewelry who know as Dru eyes looked to Spike hope and joy filled his eyes before her hands pulled off his shirt ripping it from his body. "Spike belongs to princess" Kissed down his chest some purring as long hair fell down his chest in tickling manner. Growling she shoved Spike onto the bed crawling on top keeping a firm grip on him as her lips found his in a passionate kiss. Looks to Spike hearing about Miss Edith. "Miss Edith does not hog space" She said.

[Spike]

"Oh, so...now you're coming with the flattery, eh, Dru?" Typical Dru. Make him seethe with jealousy over that bastard, then croon and coo until all the hurt was wiped away. It was almost like the times she found new 'toys' to play with and ignored him for days...except, that was far worse. Especially if Angelus and Darla were all wrapped up in one another, because Spike hated being alone. He had often contemplated making his own toys in those times, but Dru had always come back before he could find anyone nice to play with.

Which was good, because he already had to look after her. He wasn't sure about looking after a newborn vampire as well. Angelus probably wouldn't allow it either. He was the baby of the family, was Spike, not some ickle toy. Which...could always be dusted. But those thoughts always went around his head and never leaded to anything, so there was no point thinking them now.

"I always am whe you do that, Dru," he said softly, hoping this would be the time she would understand, in that crazy mind of hers. He doubted it though. He tipped his head back, crooning softly himself as the feeling of her fangs grazing over his century old turning scar, shivering a little at the sensation. "And you, Dru? Do you, or are you just voicing the whispers of Miss Edith?" Being wanted by a doll...that was better than nothing, he guessed.

He chuckled, marvelling at the way his crazed princess could jump between topics as if they were just raindrops, occasionally catching her attention. To be honest, his attention span was usually no better, except when it was family based. Perhaps he got that from Dru as well. He ran his hands up her body tenderly, before lovingly reaching to strok her hair. "Yes, my love. I do. But you know Angelus has claims on this one, him and Darla...Maybe they need the chance to catch up with your Spike on the Slayer-Slaying talleys, eh?"

That was something he was proud of - he'd killed two Slayers. Angelus had killed none, and Darla...well, actually, she might have done. He never dared ask her questions unless she was in a very, very good mood.

He laughed again, letting Dru take his shirt, letting her pin him down. "Something special. But no, no, still sulking me. Not going to give it over..." He grinned, still stroking her hair. Belong to Princess? "Yours entirely...you know that, Dru. You know that."

[drusilla]

"Oh, so...now you're coming with the flattery, eh, Dru?"
Drusilla smiled not once getting off Spike letting those hands run down his chest nipping at his neck playfully oh Dru could always tell if her Spike was jealous. Shaking her head he had nothing to be jealous of she belong to him. "My sweet wonderful Spike Miss Edith knows I care she sings to us at night, but gets very crossed when you leave me" Dru looked a bit paler then normal when was the last time she actually ate maybe a few days ago, but she needed something soon or she be very sick. That was probally why she had those headaches, but slowly she held her head laying down beside Spike. "Spike my head hurts it racks and shakes so many loud noises. The stars are singing to much in my head make them stop Spike make princess strong again" The only reason that was happening she was starving, but sometimes Dru forgets to eat since she to busy playing with her dolls.

"And you, Dru? Do you, or are you just voicing the whispers of Miss Edith?

Shaking her head those small hands of hers were resting on her head she looked distress almost sounds like when Spike scolded her that one time. "I..I need to change Miss Edith" Dru said reaching for her tarot card setting them on the bed laying as close to Spike as she could. "Spike kill the slayer for princess" She almost begged all she needed was a little bit of slayer blood to really get things going. Wanting to go out maybe it wasn't best for her in the state she was in. Pulling Spike up she looked like excited girl getting easter basket. "Spike.. Can we go somewhere I wanna get my strength the cards tell me the slayer is close" Dru showed him the card of a girl laying it on the bed. "Kill her for princess make her suffer" She said softly clapping her hands swaying back and forth.

"Something special. But no, no, still sulking me. Not going to give it over..."

Spike was making her wait and Drusilla did not like that, but when he stroked her hair Dru relaxed now, but still staring at Spike she wanted her present. "Give me my present Spike before Miss Edith an the stars cross" Dru still held her head Spike was hers and he knew it. "Together forever" She ran her nail down his cheek cutting a bit before licking the blood.

[Spike]

Dru couldn't annoy Spike. Well, yes, she could, and did do so quite a bit each time she ran off with someone new, but her words alone didn't affect him. She was mad as a hatter, yet he loved her, and it was the only time the bleach blonde vampire ever showed any patience, when he was dealing with her (or, come to think of it, with Darla, because she was quite prone to staking impatient little vampires). Dru's words could mean anything, and Spike would listen to every one of them. They were like poetry, crazy, barmy poetry, but lyrics which ran through the air, dancing around, the meaning of them hidden.

It didn't mean, however, that he reacted to every single on of them. Because, damn, that would take forever, and Spike was't good at sitting still for extended periods of time, even with his Dru.

"I wasn't aware that it was me who ever did the leavin', luv," Spike said rather cooly, propping one leg up so his foot was flat against the bed, bent at his knee, and turned his baby blue eyed gaze towards the vampiress. "I'm always here. You leave me, sweetheart," And his voice did sound quite hurt, saying that. Well, he was Love's Bitch. Had been even before that night in the alley with the bite.

He sat up quickly then, reaching out to gently wrap his arms around her, artfully aranging his leather duster so it cocooned them both, wrapping around both of them like a blanket, protecting them. He lowered his face to her neck, closing his eyes. "It's alright, Dru, it'll be alright. We can't hunt the Slayer, not now, but we will. I'll get her for you, get her blood. Spill it so you can dance again."

It hurt so to see his princess in pain. She was weak, and failing, and he couldn't do a thing about it, and that...that made him angry. So angry. Angry at himself more than anything.