Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Dru or anything mention herein. All I own is my own basic plot/dialogue thingy. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, god of all worthy creations. (Boy do I know how to suck up...)
Author's Note: Thanks to Makara, for cracking me up so bad and inspiring me. "THAT'S IT! IN THE TRUNK!"
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Spike looked thankfully at the seat next to him. It's dark-haired occupant was sound asleep at last.
"Maybe now I can have some bloody peace and quiet," he muttered to himself. Since the mob had attacked her in Prague a few weeks prior, Drusilla had been crazier than usual. Add to that the fact that she was pouting because he had forced her to leave, and you have one unpleasant travelling partner.
'Idiot mob,' Spike thought bitterly. Dru had never been cautious when feeding and disposing of her victims, and the one time Spike hadn't cleaned up after her, she had gotten caught. Soon she was attacked by the mob, beaten and stoned, and knocked unconscious. She was left for dead, but Spike, who knew better, went and retrieved her before they could dispose of her "body".
He felt so guilty. His ducks was weak and in pain and it was his fault for not watching her. As they fled Prague en route to America, he had vowed he would restore her to health, and make sure she had the best of care, and anything she desired.
That's why they were going to the Hellmouth. It would be easier to heal her if he could use that extra evil vibe to his advantage. But he'd have to hurry, or she'd die.
They had just entered Las Vegas. The sun would be up soon, and it was time to stop. Spike pulled into one of the less expensive hotels and got a room. He carried the sleeping Drusilla inside and closed the blinds just before the sun's first deadly rays peeked out from the horizon.
Exhausted from the days travelling, Spike plopped onto the bed next to Dru and was soon fast asleep.
* * *
He awoke to a humming sound. Spike opened his eyes to see Drusilla slowly spinning in circles around the room, humming a song her mummy used to sing to her. Spike jumped up and led her back to the bed.
"Rest, ducks, you're weak."
"But the stars asked me to sing for them," she objected. Spike glanced at the clock. 6:30.
"The stars aren't out yet, love." Dru sank back onto the pillows.
"They speak to me..." Dru began to go off into her own little world. Spike kissed her forehead.
"I'm going to find something to eat. Would you like me to bring you something?" Dru shook her head. She'd refused to eat since they left Prague. It was only helping to make her weaker.
Growling, Spike left the room to find dinner.
* * *
Down in the casino, there were plenty of tasty-looking necks. Spike chose one of the younger gamblers, taking the woman back up to the room.
As soon as the door was shut, he put on his game face and sunk his teeth into her jugular. She only struggled for a moment before she passed out.
When she was almost drained, Spike looked up at Dru, who was watching him very carefully. He shoved the woman at her.
"Feed, Dru." She looked at the woman's blood-soaked body. She shook her head and shoved the body onto the floor.
Spike sighed and finished the woman off, then went to get rid of the body.
'If she doesn't eat soon...' Well, he hated to think what might happen. Grumbling, Spike shoved his victim into the elevator and went back to the room.
* * *
Soon Spike and Drusilla were on the road again. Dru was moaning and groaning about Prague as they crossed the Nevada/California border. Spike was trying to block her out by singing Billy Idol songs in his head. It wasn't really working.
"Where's Miss Edith?" Dru asked suddenly. "Spike, I need Miss Edith! She needs me!"
"She's packed in the back, ducks, with your other dolls. You'll get her when we get to Sunnydale."
"NO!" Dru shouted, making Spike almost wreck the car. "I want her NOW!" Spike pulled over, cursing. He got out and searched through the trunk. He found the doll and got back in the car. He handed it to Dru and slammed his foot on the accelerator. Dru cooed at him.
"Thank you, Spike. Miss Edith didn't like the trunk." She leaned over and licked his jaw. He turned and kissed her, quickly putting his eyes back on the road. As frustrating as her childlike logic could be, she had an uncanny ability to calm him down, while at the same time arousing him. It was almost baffling.
For about another half an hour, Dru played quietly with Miss Edith; whispering to the doll, and then holding it up to her ear, as if listening to something it was saying.
And she very well might have been. Among Dru's amazing abilities was that she was a walking book of prophecies. While Spike doubted that her favorite doll had anything to do with her visions, Dru seemed to think Miss Edith was crucial. The visions had helped them out enough that he didn't really care where they came from, as long as they came.
Suddenly Spike was ripped from his thoughts as Dru screamed and threw Miss Edith to the floor. He swerved and almost crashed again.
"DRU!" he yelled.
"Bad doll! Evil thoughts! Miss Edith speaks blasphemy," Dru whimpered, looking at the doll, horrified. Spike pulled over again.
"All right, ducks, why did you make me nearly wreck the car?" He waited as she held her head and moaned.
"Angel...he aids her in the fight...nooo.." She began to moan and sway. Spike pulled her to him, trying to comfort her.
"Who is Angel aiding, pet?"
"The Slayer," she hissed. That hit Spike like a ton of bricks. He knew their sire had gotten his soul restored, but he'd never in a million years dreamed that the vicious killer he'd known would be helping a SLAYER.
"Are you sure you heard right?" Dru nodded and began to whimper. Spike was more than a little stunned. This could put a damper on his plans. Letting Dru get over her little fit, he began thinking of ways to get Angel out of the picture. He knew the sire would cause nothing but problems.
When Dru sat back in her seat and picked up Miss Edith, Spike pulled back onto the highway.
* * *
Spike drove for a long time through the desert. Dru had fallen asleep again. Another hour should put them in the suburbs of LA. He looked over at the dozing vampiress.
'Poor weak thing. After all that fuss over Angel, she's probably exhausted. If only she'd eat...' he thought, reaching over to pat her head.
Dru awoke at his touch. She grinned at him and pulled herself over to him. She climbed into his lap, touching and kissing him. The squirming bundle of Dru was making it very difficult for Spike to see the road. He chuckled.
"Back in your seat, ducks, I can't see." He shoved her away lightly. When she didn't respond, he pushed her harder. "That's enough Dru. We'll play when we get there." He smiled devilishly at her.
She pouted, but climbed back into her seat. She began to sing a nursery rhyme to herself. Spike concentrated on the road, blocking out her songs with his thoughts of Angel and how to avoid him.
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice Dru's face slowly give way to her demon's because of her hunger. It'd been so long since he'd seen Dru's game face that it startled him when he glanced over at her. Once again, the car swerved, nearly missing a collision. Spike growled and pulled over.
"That's it! In the trunk! NOW!" he yelled at Drusilla. He couldn't take one more half-hour with her constant interruptions and distractions. She sat in her seat innocently whimpering as he got out, slammed his door, and stormed back to the trunk. He began taking things out and putting them nearby. When there was sufficient space in the trunk, he pulled her from the car and placed her inside. He tossed Miss Edith in with her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"Spike?" He sighed and kissed her.
"I'm sorry, baby." Spike slammed the trunk shut, tossed the other items into the front seat, and climbed into the car. He continued to Sunnydale in silence. And the rest, as they say, is history.
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