Efferton Manor

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla slept restlessly, tossing and turning and twisting. She heard a loud rumbling, thunder in the distance, on the horizon, louder and louder and crashing toward her.



ETA - OOC: Yes, Spike is a retired character. He was brought back for this one scene with special permission from the game's admins, who are seriously wonderful for allowing us to do this.

And now Dru's out of the game herself. It's been so much fun playing her, but I didn't have the time to keep her up as she really deserved, so Spike and I gave her the best sendoff we could think of. Thanks for all the great times.

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[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

It was late evening when the motorbike roared up to the Manor. The figure in a black leather duster jumped off the cycle and sauntered up towards the Gate.

Only thing was the bloody thing wouldn't let him through. Spike gave it a couple of good kicks before eventually giving up.

He sighed and lit up a cigarette. "Come on kitten," he muttered mostly to himself, "The night's young and I'm feeling impatient."

[crazyvampchick]

There. The thunder had stopped, and the winds had brought him to her door. Lightning, brash and bold and burning with a sharp, cracking fire. Drusilla smiled as she sat up.

It was time, then. She slipped out of her blood-red silk nightdress and into black velvet and lace. She forgot her shoes as she walked out the door and down the path, her eyes on him. Spike was waiting for her, calling for her, dark and angry and so very hungry.

"Silly gate," said Drusilla, rapping it sharply with her knuckles. "Haven't you any sense to open when my Spike comes to play?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

A slow smirk crossed Spike's face as the gate opened to reveal Dru behind it.

"Hello Pet. Told you I'd come back."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla's smile was wide, and more than a little bloodthirsty. "All fixed up right and tight?" she asked, though she knew the answer. She held her hands out to him.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Right as rain," Spike said slipping his arms around her waist. "And time for you to leave this shabby little town."

[crazyvampchick]

"Come to whisk me away?" Drusilla laughed, the sound echoing in the night air. "This island is boring. Daddy's no fun to play with any more, and Darla's locked herself away to pretend she's painted and pretty and sweet." She nestled close to Spike and lay her head on his shoulder.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Peaches never did know how to have a good time," Spike said holding Drusilla tightly. "Speaking of which there's a couple of playgrounds across the way that might just have our names on it."

[crazyvampchick]

"With swings and carousels and laughing children?" asked Drusilla eagerly. "I've missed you so."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"All the things my girl likes to play with," Spike said. "But only if you've been a good girl since I've been gone."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla looked up at Spike, bouncing slightly and laughing. "Angel and I had the most horrid fight, and then they came looking with swords and stakes and guns." She shook her head. "They didn't manage to take themselves apart at the seams."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike's tilted his head and gave Dru an evil grin. "You have been a good girl, haven't you."

Spike took Drusilla by the hand and started walking toward his motorcycle.

"Come along, love. We've got some villages to burn."

[crazyvampchick]

"The best," said Drusilla. "Twisting and turning until their thoughts are ribbons and posies."

"Can we try to end the world again?" she asked, lacing her fingers through with Spike's as they reached his motorcycle. "I haven't done that in ever so long."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike roughly picked Dru up and placed her on the back of the motorcycle. He then leaned into her until their foreheads were barely touching each other.

"We'll do whatever you want love... but first I'd like to have a little fun," Spike said snapping his teeth together to make a delightful cracking sound.

[crazyvampchick]

"There are other parties to attend," said Drusilla, tapping her index finger against Spike's cheek. "Balls to dance at and pretty gowns to wear and drag their hems through blood--and entrails to tie into bows."

She pulled her cell phone out of her handbag and flipped it open. "But we mustn't forget to send Angel his invitation."

She quickly dialed his number and left him a message. "There," said Drusilla, satisfied. "But we mustn't let them know the white horse hasn't been reined and broken."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike grinned and threw his leg over the motorcycle and started it up.

"Grab on tight love. We've got a town to paint red."

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla wrapped her arms tightly 'round Spike's waist and laughed maniacally as they roared off into the night.