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"Take me away, Spike," she'd said.
They were on his bike, leaving the island, and then they drove past the hospital. It was cold and sterile, too well-lit, but there was pain inside, and death, and she could hear it.
"There we go." Drusilla ran her hands through Spike's hair, back from the temples to the base of his neck. She rested her hands on his shoulders. "It's a pretty place. But not what I want tonight. I'm hungry, Spike. And I want to play."
They were on his bike, leaving the island, and then they drove past the hospital. It was cold and sterile, too well-lit, but there was pain inside, and death, and she could hear it.
"There we go." Drusilla ran her hands through Spike's hair, back from the temples to the base of his neck. She rested her hands on his shoulders. "It's a pretty place. But not what I want tonight. I'm hungry, Spike. And I want to play."
