Spike shook his head. He hated seeing her like this - it ate him up inside, but he knew there was nothing to do of it. He knew he couldn’t change her. He knew that he could never hope to convince her that she didn’t need to do all this. And as much as he wanted to, he knew it wasn’t fair to ask her for that. Not when coming over to team white hat only ended with her dealing with the fact that he wasn’t hers.
"It’s always a game to you, pet," he said softly. "All we ever do is play. An’ I can’t play with you any more."
Drusilla felt his misery just as she felt her own. She believed she always would. No matter how far from her he was, she would still feel him. She couldn’t stop from looking out for him and she wouldn’t change it if she could.
"You used to love our little games," she whispered, remembering the smile they would bring to his lips. She put her fingertips to her temple, massaging it lightly. "We can play a new game," she suggested to him. "You wish for games without blood and screams now," she lamented.
Spike didn’t like the sound of that. He sighed heavily, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to figure out what he should do. Well, he knew what he should do. But he didn’t know if he could.
"You’re really going to go through with this, aren’t you?" he asked. He shook his head. "We can’t meet up like this again, Dru. Next time, I’m gonna have to do something. Please - don’t put me in that position, pet."
Drusilla nodded, pleased. She was more than happy to go through with Loki’s plans. Spike would be as well, had he let her help him when she could have. His playfulness was all gone now. He wasn’t her dark, brave knight anymore. He was something else. No matter what he was, she still loved him and ached for him to join her.
That’s why it hurt so much when he pushed her away again. Her smile fell and she looked away from him as if he had just slapped her. His distance, both physical and emotional, hurt. She twisted her hands together and felt very small. “We don’t have to play,” she suggested quietly.
There was something so very intriguing about her. She was clearly so dark and mystical, pulsing with energy which bathed over Loki in no small measure of that sort of pleasure which was also vaguely uncomfortable. The sort which left one feeling just a little bit jostled in both its intensity and its departure from orthodoxy. “Well, if it should please you, I see no problem in it,” he told her. It was best to keep one’s most valuable resource as happy and coddled as she’d like to be. Loki was no fool. He understood her uses and would exploit them. The fact that she was amenable was simply a bonus.
Daring to move his hand to the back of hers and up her arm to rest on the back of her neck, he peered in, feigning interest in the cards. Of course, he manipulated her just a little. It wasn’t that he took no joy in the way the thrum of her focused itself upon him—her magic mingling with his—when he touched her. He simply knew that, at this point at least, his touch was more interesting to her on a sexual level than hers was to him. Though his mind had pondered, of course. “I think I should relish in anything you might like to show me. While I was never one for dolls as a child, I’ve heard they are quite popular even still.” He gave a grin which was lazily teasing, watching her face.
Drusilla nodded to Loki. It would please her very, very much to pay fun little games with all their enemies. All in good time, of course. She enjoyed watching him. She could feel his magic touch her skin, feel it pulse over her and caress her own abilities. She knew his games. They were as apart of him as his magic and she enjoyed the mixture. She knew that this was all their alliance was at the moment. Their alliance was a game, but it was one she was thoroughly enjoying, especially since he was willing to spoil her a bit to keep it.
She purred has his hand moved over her and she leaned closer to him as he drew nearer. “I can show you all our friends,” she purred softly. She turned to whisper into his ear, “I can show you yourself,” she offered teasingly, her lips almost brushing him. She didn’t mind what game he chose because she was willing to play any that he desired.
To be frank, Spike was caught off guard that tactic even worked. He thought for a moment, shuffling through the long list of questions. The first one he wanted to ask - bred from years of companionship and loyalty - was if she was okay. But he knew that would be a waste of a question. And he knew he couldn’t just outright ask what the plan was - that had too many answers.
"What are you after?" he asked. "What’s the reason for all this?"
Drusilla paused for a long moment before she smiled and clasped her hands together, just below her chin. “He has so many fun games planned, my sweet, and I want to play. You’ll have to wait your turn to see,” she chided. “You gave up your turn with the music to fight for a chair,” she shook her head and tsked him.
She debated answering his second question. She did say one and he was cheating and asking two. Her lips curled from a sweet to sinister smile before she decided to answer. She did so love the answer, after all. “Revenge,” she told him, almost purring the word. “He’s so very cross,” she told Spike, her lips curling around all her words, clearly enjoying them.
He wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying as she spoke. Not entirely through lack of misunderstanding of her words. At least, he understood that these were the pawns of their games or business, as each would refer to it respectfully. However, lacking the context of what she could be discussing, he could not entirely follow. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, this time. But what would you like to do with them. If you’re so inclined, I can hand deliver these dolls to you when we rule this world. Would that please you?”
At her observation, his eyes raised from the cards to meet hers, blue boring into blue. His fingers left the card as he contemplated just how much he should say. Doubtless, lying to her was just a bit futile. Unfortunate, really, that he could not practice his chosen craft on her. “Of course I am. However, your Sight provides me with the certainty I lack. It worries me, indeed. But you are an invaluable asset.”
Drusilla gave Loki a slow and sultry smile when he offered her their enemies. She would be so very delighted to have so many of them. “Oh yes,” she purred. “I would be very pleased.” Her tongue snaked out between her teeth and she ran it over her lips, thinking of all the wonderfully dreadful things she could do.
Drusilla paused at his compliment and smiled again. She took her remaining cards and then back to him. “Would you like to see the the rest of our dollies?” she asked him calmly. Her fingers trailed over the tops of her cards, waiting to show him the rest of her cards.
It took a lot of willpower to keep him from stepping forward and placing the coat over her shoulders. He’d done it so many times before, it was a habit. He shoved his free hand into his pocket to quell the urge.
"Then maybe you can give me a hint," he said. "It’ll be like old times. You always did like to leave me guessin’. We can make a game of it."
Drusilla smiled at the thought of having a new game with Spike. It would make things more fun, wouldn’t it? She put her fingers to her lips and tapped them there for a short moment. “He would be so very cross with this game,” she mused for a long, long moment.
Finally, her bright smile returned and she put a finger to her lips. “Shh,” she warned him. “One question,” she offered. She liked being wicked when it was so fun.
Spike allowed himself a moment to take her in, seeing she was healthy. It shouldn’t have relieved him, but how could he expect to wish ill on her? Whoever this Loki was, he wasn’t treating her poorly. The thought of her running off to someone like Angelus nearly made him sick, so he was grateful that it didn’t look like that.
That was the only thing he was grateful about. Everything else kind of sucked.
"What are you playing at here, Dru?" he asked. "What are you trying to accomplish?"
Drusilla let Spike look her over. She smiled for him. She was well, though she still felt his loss. She wrapped her arms around herself as if cold. With a sigh, she shook her head at him. Silly Spike.
"We have all sorts of dreadful games planned," Drusilla said happily. She uncrossed her arms and clasped her hands together. When he asked what they were trying to accomplish, she shrugged. "I can’t tell you the end," she chided him. She tsked him and shook her head slowly.
Spike was exhausted. He just wanted to go back to their current hideout, fall in bed, and sleep until his body felt remotely rejuvinated. He did make a stop by the butches for some pigs blood, though. He’d gone through a container by the time he was halfway to their set up, and though it wasn’t the most nourishing thing in existence it tasted bloody fantastic after a while without.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as a familiar presence slipped onto his radar. He nearly growled with exasperation. Of bloody course.
He walked a little further without saying anything, half hoping she would decide to go her own way, but when she didn’t relent he knew he would have to say something. He stopped, sighing heavily.
"You might as well come out," he said. "Know you’re there, pet."
Drusilla smiled and stepped out from the alleyway in front of Spike. It was good to see him face to face. She slowly walked towards him. She knew that he was not so equally pleased and it hurt to know why. The Slayer. It would always be the Slayer between them.
"I’ve missed you, my sweet," she told him honestly. She looked at the blood in his hands and her nose curled in disgust as it normally did whenever he decided to have something non-human. She would never understand his fascination with animal blood or human food. She didn’t need to to know it made him happy.
She looked back up to his face and watched him, uncertainty in her eyes. “You freed the lamb from the blackberry’s tangles. You didn’t stop, even when the thorns pierced you,” she began.
He came to stand beside the table, prepared to speak of the deed with Iron Man. However, he paused as he noticed what she was doing. Her cards were of difference design and perhaps meaning than the cards he might recognize from the worshipers subscribed to the beings of Asgard, but he knew of their purpose: divining the future. He also knew that she didn’t need them exclusively to perform that task. However, he was curious. “We’ll discuss that later, perhaps,” he suggested.
His fingers extended, coming to rest on the Empress as he considered. “May I ask whose future you’re reading? And what, precisely, you see? Most with your proclivities followed Heimdall for the ability to See, though some looked to Odin and others. But I do not recognize these cards.” Loki turned his eyes upon her, brow quirked expectantly. “Care to enlighten me?”
Drusilla shrugged lightly. The conversation wouldn’t happen now, but later, yes later, they would discuss things. She smiled as she watched him inspect the cards. Business first and games later. His business needed more games, in her mind.
She shook her head at his question. “Their future is still flowing and I’ve yet to look beyond their bend in the river,” she admitted. “I wanted to see all of our dollies and put them in a row,” she told him. She looked at the card he touched and she gave a sneer. “Naughty girl,” she said, her lip curling angrily. “She stopped the gates from opening and then her friend pulled her from the lock,” she spat. “Naughty girl,” she repeated.
She looked up to him and smiled. “The future worries you,” she whispered.
I do know of it. The ground shakes of it and laments their arrival. I wish I had seen it.
Human toys do not sing like the stars. Their tunes and beats will never feel the same, though they try to join the melody. I see them tangled in wires and hear the nonsense they speak.