Emily Drusill was, if nothing else, an interesting character. For the first few minutes of their meeting, she had appeared to be listening to her fingers. Then she had slid off the large chair and into Mr. Spiker's lap, whispering something to him that had made him laugh. Now she was alone in the room, and didn't appear to be very comfortable with that fact.
"Ms. Drusill?"
"Call me Dru, dearie."
She did have a lovely voice. " Dru, then. Do you know why you're here?" The girl seemed so fragile. Her skin was pale as milk, and those great dark eyes. A whispered voice nagged at the back of her head. She shook her head to clear it.
The door opened and Mr. Angelus popped his head in. " William told me to tell you to be good." He left.
"Must I? I wanted a treat!"
"As I was saying, do you know why you're here?"
"Spike's mad at Angelus."
"Mr. Spiker, you mean."
"Yes."
"Do you know why?"
Dru lit up with a smile. " Oh, it's just like the old days. We're all a family again. Angelus used to flirt with me to provoke Spike, but it's all just fun. He did have Darla then, though. He didn't really want me." She cocked her head to the side and did the little shadow-bunny move again. " Oh, see what they've just told me: Angelus still wants his little Buffy. He doesn't want Princess. Princess hates him, Princess loves him. Oh, my head is too full."
It wasn't every day that Sarah had a real lunatic on her hands. " So you do love him or hate him?"
"Both. My feelings are all muddled up. I can't think anymore. Not since he hurt me."
"How did he hurt you? Who's he?" Sarah leaned forward in her chair.
"Angelus. He hurt me so bad. Destroyed everything I loved. Made me cry."
"So he broke your heart?"
"Yes. And me mother's and me uncle's. "
"How do you feel about Mr. Spiker?"
"My sweet li'l Spike. He takes such good care of me. He wanted me for me, not because of what I stood for." The pale girl looked blank for a moment. " I worry that we'll run out of tea for tea parties. Miss Edith would be so sad."
All right, Sarah, it's your job to steer her back to this side of sanity. She was just going to say something important. " And what did you stand for, Dru?"
"I used to be good. Pure. And he hated me for that, but he wanted it. He always liked the innocents. Because he wasn't. He was bad, and he could never be good again. So he hates them."
"And Mr. Spiker wasn't like that."
"No. He thinks I'm a goddess. His sweet li'l black goddess. He wants to protect me, keep me safe. Worship me. All he wants is for me to need him like he needs me."
"And do you?"
A long pause. Then she whispered, "Yes. Yes, I need him like blood. My Angel makes me feel so wicked, but Spike makes it all safe and pretty."
"Do you love him?" For some reason, Sarah found herself on edge waiting of the answer.
"As much as I can. I want him, I need him."
"And Mr. Angelus?"
"I hate him for what he did to me, what he's doing to my Spike. But I want him. I can't stop it, though part of me wants to. But I like to have them fight over me." She grabbed her head and raised panic-stricken eyes to Sarah. " Everything I love withers and dies. Me birdies won't sing to me anymore. And all me flowers died. I need a party. I need streamers and songs…and fire." She smiled and clapped her hands. " Fire is so pretty."
Sarah sat back in her chair, exhausted from the roller coaster ride of emotions the strange girl had put her through. She had been so bitter at points, then that lovely singsong lilt had turned in to joy, before moving onto fear or coquettish petulance. "Emily, thank you so much for being completely open with me. Could you send Mr. Spiker in?"
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