Author: CrimsonFuchsia

Rating: R
Pairings: Spike/Drusilla
Summary: After Angelus is cursed, Spike and Dru travel to Transylvania but run into Dracula, a Slayer and Anyaka
Spoilers: Umm...it's pre-Buffy but it has Drac in it (how did he owe Spike that £11?) and Anya's a vengeance demon...
Timeframe: Pre-Buffy
Warnings: Violence and sex...oh yeah if you don't like Spike/Dru PLEASE don't read it - you won't like it. Thank you ^_^
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. I'm just borrowing them for fanfic purposes, please don't sue me.
Dedication: This 'fic is dedicated to all the S/Ders at the S/D board - I'll miss you guys so much! Kerri, Duckstew, Omnibeast, Angel Sacrifice, Bullocks, Karnstein, loonylady, Dru17...everyone - this is for you! All my love; xxx
 

1. First come, first served...
 

Dimitri and Lucrecia lay naked in each other's arms, their sleeping bodies gently touching in the tenderest of places, the soft, warm sheets of the feather bed caressing their nude skin as gentle as their previous kisses and touches had been. They lay together, arms about one another, holding in lazy passion, in a state of complete bliss; their virgin wedding consummated.

That was until Lucrecia's sleeping mind was disturbed by a presence that seemed to be no more than moving shadows. The shadows twisted and turned outside the window beckoning, calling to her. The caller's voice was elegant and sounded like old silk - slightly faded and torn to give the darker edge, his words rich with unspoken seduction. He called out to her in her dreams. He called her to him.

In the shadow world of those dreams, Lucrecia completely forgot about her husband, the love of her life, as he lay opposite her, his face resembling that of a baby on his first night of good sleep. She saw and heard nothing of the waking world. It was all shadows and dust next to the dangerously tantalising proximity of this new voice. Unable to resist his call, his command, her body rose in a trance-like state, pulling her long golden hair out from beneath her husband's hair - forgetting how earlier she had lovingly spread it out for him as a pillow. His sleep was undisturbed as she left their marriage bed and began to walk in her sleep out of the room, down the stairs and hall before leaving the house, completely naked. Her eyes were wide open but unseeing, her lovely face expressionless. Unaware of where she was headed guided only by fog and dreams that hung about her mind like flies to a corpse, she walked - towards a castle in the treacherous mountains in the midst of a violent storm as nature tossed and turned wreaking all of her wrath on Lucrecia's vulnerable form. All she heard was calling and such heavenly music. Oh, how she wanted to dance! Every time she almost understood the tune there was always something new to tempt her. She continued, her prone - now filthy - body a mess of cuts, shivering violently, her feet mutilated by the sharp rocks.

The large, exquisitely carved castle doors opened to accept her as she finally reached her destination, warm candlelight greeting her like an old friend as she unconsciously accepted her dreams' promise of eternal beauty and crimson gowns of silk and velvet.

Dimitri woke just as the screaming began.

* * * * *

The next morning another lovely young lady with golden hair and a sweet face was screaming. Of course, her scream didn't echo through the land but was drowned out by the roar of the train she was on and the cold palm of the young man about to take her life. As soon as his teeth punctured her neck and began drinking, the screaming quietened, then stopped altogether. Once he was done, her young body slumped down on the floor as limp as a doll.

Spike grinned to himself, whilst clearing away her drained body, hoping he'd taught the little bint not to waltz in with some of that 'Room Service' nonsense in the middle of the day! After all his careful prevention of the possibility of any sunlight getting into the little room, she had to put her nose in it and almost ruin everything! His icy blue eyes - a magnificent contrast to his pale skin - lit up with regret at not ripping off that pretty little nose before he'd fed on that maid...

As if on cue to his thoughts about noses, the young woman next to him slumped against him slightly, her beautiful sleeping head drooping, and her own nose rubbed against his chest. Spike's eyes lit up even more looking down at her, not out of sadistic pleasure but genuine affection.

'Drusilla...' even the thought of her name caused some emotional pang.

He propped her lovely head up against him gently and pulled her body even closer to him as though half-afraid that, if he didn't hold her tight enough, she might disappear. After Angelus got so bloody careless, he'd gotten some Romany gypsy curse or other on him and he never returned to the old gang. And Spike could not be happier. Darla had strutted away, her sharp eyes sparkling with determination; she wanted her Angelus back and Spike knew Darla always ended up getting what she wanted. But personally, he didn't give a toss - Angelus was out of the picture now and he couldn't care less about what happened to him (the bloody poofter).

Now it was just the two of them - Dru and himself - and he'd never been happier. That was how it should be and how it always would be. Spike and Drusilla. That was how it had to be, he couldn't imagine any different. Dru was the only thing he cared about - that, and making Dru happy, of course. He genuinely wanted her to be happy; the first unselfish thought he'd ever had in his life. Now that Dru's idiotic Sire was out of the way, they were free and could be truly together.

'The Mad Princess and the Bloody Knight,' he thought to himself with another satisfied smile, his thumb absently stroking Drusilla's raven black hair.

He stared down at her, thinking about her beauty - midnight black hair, long and lustrous, deep large eyes of obsidian that seemed to see right into the core of him, pale marble skin, a long but lovely face with a high forehead and delicate features, and rich lips on the most beautiful mouth ever created (or so he thought). They could tremble with feeling and quiver and shake whenever upset in a way that just killed him to look at. But they could also smile wonderfully - she always looked ten times lovelier when smiling, whether it be a pleased smile, a dreamy smile as though she saw the greatest things from other worlds, an adorably childish one, or when her generous lips curled upwards in passion and seduction incarnate.

God, he loved her smiles...

Of course, for all the dark beauty of his goddess, it paled next to everything else about her. Her personality. Her 'insides', as she put it. Her affection, her humour, her darkness, her light, her courage, her devotion, her bloodlust. Even down to her insanity - in fact, especially her insanity!

He loved her so much it hurt. So much it had worried him - the thought of a demon in love. It was fundamentally wrong. He never planned on telling, afraid she would reject him, that she could never love him. He'd always planned to perhaps tell her after a few centuries together, in London after drinking from the same vein as a sweet baby girl. Perhaps then... Of course he didn't count on Drusilla being...Drusilla. After a wonderful massacre on a small village she'd taken him in his arms and they'd danced. They'd danced and laughed, relishing in everything about each other. They continued to laugh even when they stopped and he remembered saying between chuckles "God, I love you, Dru" without thinking. It completely slipped out, ruining a lot of planning - the only thing he'd ever really planned. It was a off-the-cuff remark, said in the heat of the moment - but was so sincere in its innocence she couldn't fail to notice. But she never rejected him. She simply pulled him closer and whispered softy in his ear "Miss Edith told me you'd never, my Spike, but I always knew. The moon whispered to me. Shall I tell you what they all whisper now? The bodies, the night, the moon and the grasshoppers? They all say 'I love you too, my Spike'."

It was the greatest moment of his life. No matter what happened after, he knew that, as long as he had Dru, he wouldn't want for anything. In their travels through Romania, she became his all and his everything. And he knew he was just as important to her, though she could rarely articulate it; her mesmerising eyes spoke volumes.

As he cradled her sleeping form next to him, as though he were holding the most precious thing in the world, he thought back to their travelling through Romania together after losing Angelus, just the two of them. He could go on like that forever. They bled the land, and now it was Transylvania's turn. He knew Dru would love it there.

Someone told him that blood flowed there like wine...

The previous night he'd managed to seal off any way for the sun to get in, allowing Dru to wander off a little to find herself a meal. Panic set in when dawn approached and she still wasn't back. He remembered how frantic he was, searching all the cabins in the damned train for her, as all the thoughts of what might've happened to her raced through his mind, hitting him with numbing precision. Of course, after much panic on his part, he found her waiting for him with a family of four. They fed and made love after, forgetting all about the dawn and losing each other in their love for each other for the thousandth time. Getting back into their own cabin after whilst avoiding treacherous sunlight proved to be quite an adventure, but all through he held Dru's hand tightly so they both knew it'd be fine. In fact, it was quite fun, stirred up the blood...

Now she was taking a well-deserved rest whilst he stayed awake to watch over his slumbering princess, his Sleeping Beauty. To protect her. He sighed and shut his eyes languidly for a brief moment as he inhaled the soft scent of her hair pressed against his face. He fondly brushed away a loose strand of ebony from her and kissed her forehead gently as he cradled her. Even if Angelus ever returned, he'd never let Dru go, not now. He loved her too much to even think of it, of life without her. All this time, that ponce Angelus never knew what a treasure he'd been missing. But she'd chosen Spike. She loved him; through all the darkness and evil, she loved him.

God! He loved her so bloody much!

As the train roared, nearing its destination of darkness and blood in the night, Spike vowed for the hundredth time that nothing must ever hurt her in any way.