Chapter 12

I'm pretty sure I ran the entire way to the museum without stopping for breath. All I know is I have exactly one clue and I have to follow it. Spike and I may not be "meant to be", but our paths have crossed for a reason and we will always share a bond that is undeniable. If I gave up on him now, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

The sun is going down when I arrive at the Sunnydale Museum of Natural Science. Trying to appear nonchalant, I stand behind a lamppost and watch as a security guard locks the front doors and checks the grounds, shining a flashlight. As he turns a corner, I run past him to the opposite side of the building. Just my luck, there are no unlocked windows or doors anywhere. Looking around, I discover a window at my feet which I presume leads to the basement. Kicking the window in with my foot is easy enough, but sliding through the tiny space is harder than it looks. Dropping to the floor below, I look down to realize that I cut my hand on the broken window. Shit. I wipe my bloody hand on my jeans and look around me at the dark and dusty basement. There is a sliver of light coming through the doorway at the top of the stairs, so I approach the staircase cautiously. Not hearing anything unusual, I climb the stairs and slowly open the door at the top.

The doorway leads to a long hallway lined with informative plaques and posters. Looking down, I notice a trail of dinosaur tracks painted onto the shiny tiled floor. I start to follow the tracks to the left, but a noise to my right grabs my attention. Standing with my back to the wall, I slowly follow the noise. Someone is speaking, and as I inch closer, I begin to make out the words. "Cheer up, Spike. Look what I've brought you. Isn't she beeeaaaauuuutifuuul? She has dark hair. Just the way you like." I don't even need to see her face. Upon hearing the female's voice, my fears are confirmed. It is the woman from my dreams. Her British accent, the way she draws out her words, speaking in riddles and rhymes… I tiptoe to the doorway and peer in. Only after my eyes adjust to the darkness do I notice the stars covering the ceiling. A planetarium. Of course. Constant darkness. A vampire's dream home.

Spike is lying on the ground with a beautiful brunette straddling him. She is holding up Spike's weak head with one hand, and a shrunken head in the other.

Spike spits at the shrunken head and growls, "Get that thing away from me, Drusilla."

Drusilla. Spike's sire. I knew it! But she's supposed to be dead, at least according to Spike. Why would he lie about something like that? He must still be in love with her. But why keep that a secret? And why go through this elaborate scheme to be with her?

Drusilla drops the shrunken head to the ground and pouts, "I just don't know what to do anymore, Love. I've tried everything I know to make a nice puppy out of you. Don't you remember the fun we used to have? The games we used to play?"

"I'm sick, Dru," Spike says faintly. "I'm sorry, but I don't have the strength for games."

"Oh! I know what you need." Drusilla pulls a small dagger from her dress and cuts into her skin until a thin line of blood forms along the side of her neck.

Spike turns his head away and from my spot in the doorway I can see the pain and exhaustion in his eyes. "We've tried that. It's not working, Drusilla."

Drusilla pulls Spike's head to her neck. "Please, my darling. At least try again. For me?"

As much as I agree with Willow that I shouldn't be allowing a vampire to drink my blood, I can't help myself. I can feel the jealousy coursing through my veins. As I watch Spike drink from Drusilla, I feel my face turn green with envy and I have to admit it to myself: I want it to be my blood that he's drinking.

Drusilla is still holding on to the back of Spike's head while he drinks feebly. "There you are, my dark prince…. Drink up…. Mummy's got you." My jealousy turns to rage as I pull out the stake that I have been carrying. Drusilla's head snaps up turns towards the doorway, her eyes shining when she spots me. "Ahhh…I thought I smelled something tasty. Look, Spike. It's your slayer-shaped chew toy! She must be here for a play date!" Drusilla claps her hands in delight.

I step into the planetarium with confidence and paste my perkiest smile on my face. "You're right! I do have a great idea for a game. And the rules may even be simple enough for you to understand! It goes like this: get off my boyfriend, and I will try not to dust you! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Drusilla rises to her feet and faces me. She is wearing a long Victorian black dress and, even with blood still dripping from her neck, she is beautiful. "Spike? Your playmate has very bad manners. Shall we punish her?"

"That won't be necessary, Princess," I hear Spike say. He stands up slowly and walks up behind Drusilla, snaking his arms around her waist. Putting his head on her shoulder, he begins lapping up the blood dripping from her neck.

My head is spinning, making the constellations above me swirl. "Why?" My voice comes out as a pathetic whisper. "Why did you lie to me, Spike?"

"We had a deal, Buffy. I needed your blood, and you needed my…." Spike bites his bottom lip and reaches down to grab his crotch, making Drusilla moan against him.

"But… you told me she was dead," I motion to Drusilla with my stake. "If you didn't have any feelings for me, you wouldn't have felt the need to lie to me about her."

"Oh, but she was dead. I set her on fire myself. But the old bird just wouldn't give up on me, would you, Princess?" One of Spike's hands moves up to Drusilla's chin with the other still wrapped around her waist. I should have seen this coming. Completely baffled, I look into his eyes for answers. And that's where I see the spark that I know so well-the twinkle in his eyes that tells me that this is all one of his games.

Before I have time to register what is happening, the hand on Drusilla's chin is pulling her head to the left, snapping her neck. "Finish the job, Pet!" Spike orders. I quickly step in and stake her through the heart, sending Drusilla dust flying through the air.

Exhausted, Spike and I both fall to the ground, gasping. I crawl over to him and curl up in his lap, grateful to just have him alive. Spike kisses me on the top of the head. "That was not a nice thing to do to me, Spike," I scold him.

"What did I do? I was the one being tortured!"

"From what I saw, it didn't look like you were too bothered by it."

"You saw what I wanted you to see, Pet," he says with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, really? How do you know what I saw?"

Spike looks down and grabs my hand, tracing his finger along the dried cut from the broken window. "Not only could I feel you, but I could smell your blood as soon you entered the building. Have you forgotten about our blood bond?"

I clear my throat. "So yeah…about that… I don't think I will be able to let you…drink from me anymore. It's just that it makes me weak and I can't think straight, and…" Spike grabs my chin and cuts my words off with a kiss on the lips.

"Buffy, I've told you, I would never do anything you don't want me to do. If you don't want me to drink from you, I will completely understand."

I pull away nervously, still uncomfortable with so much intimacy. "BUT my friend Willow made something for you that might work." I pull the vial out of my pocket and open it, a little too close to his nose.

"Good God, Buffy!" Spike gags, "That smells bloody awful! I love you, but I think I'd rather die!" Spike realizes the slip the second it comes out of his mouth.

I raise an eyebrow. "You love me?" Spike loosens his collar and shifts uncomfortably under me. "Can vampires even do that?"

"Of course we can love, Pet! I know what it feels like, and unlike you, I'm man enough to admit it. I've been in love before."

I gulp. "With…Drusilla?"

"She wishes!" Spike snorts. "No," he laughs, "her name was Cecily. It was short-lived, but I do know that I loved her. Eventually, Drusilla became so jealous of Cecily that she killed her. But don't you worry, Pet. It was over 130 years ago. I've had some time to heal from my grief."

Wow. I can't imagine what he must have gone through. I don't think I would be able to live if I lost Spike. And that's when I decide to tell him how I feel. I take a deep breath and turn to face him. "Spike?"

"Yes, Petal?" he replies, stroking my head. I can hear the hunger in his voice.

I hold up my hand and use my stake to re-open the cut on my palm. "Drink," I command.

"Are you sure, Love? What about that stinky—I mean, the lovely tea that you brought me?"

I giggle, "You don't really have to drink this awful stuff. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." I take the vial and toss it to the side. "Besides, it's not for much longer. Just until we get the drug out of your system. Willow made me some tea too and it really helps me to feel more like myself." I pause reluctantly, "And, as much as I hate to admit it, I kinda like it when you drink from me."

"Well, in that case…" Spike raises an eyebrow and leans down to kiss my neck. "Mine," I hear him growl as his fangs pierce my neck.

"And Spike? I-I love you too," I say breathlessly.

Spike looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. "I know you do," he replies with a grin.

I punch him in the arm. Ouch.

Thank you so very much to my beautiful readers for sticking with me through my very first fanfic! I know that I am my own worst critic, but I really do feel like my story could be SO much better, so if you have any advice or suggestions, please do not hesitate to speak up! I love you all! *mwah*