Playing Dress Up
Author: enigmaticblue
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters; Joss & Co. do. Too bad, so sad.
Summary: Drusilla can talk Spike into anything, even going out for Halloween. Set pre-series sometime.
A/N: Written for my 2009 holiday ficathon for vamprayne, who wanted Spike/Dru, Halloween, and Dru insisting on going out.


Spike was well aware that he was completely whipped, but he dared anyone to refuse Drusilla anything. While she (probably) wouldn’t murder him, there were an infinite number of ways that she could make his life miserable.

And if that weren’t reason enough to bow to her every whim, Spike hated to see her unhappy, even when the results were as ridiculous as this.

“I get that you want to go out, Dru, but why are we dressing up? We could go out as vampires.”

“But that isn’t any fun, my prince.” Drusilla danced around him, holding out the skirts of her ball gown. She had insisted on dressing up as Cinderella, which naturally meant that he was dressed as Prince Charming, foppish cravat and all.

Spike had to admit that she made a beautiful Cinderella, even though her dark beauty and long red nails were a strange juxtaposition to the silvery blue gown.

She hummed happily to herself as she waltzed up to him to adjust his collar and cravat and smooth his lapels. “Just think, my love. All the little ghosts and goblins will be about tonight. Such sweet treats for us!”

Spike perked up a bit at that reminder. Dru did love children, and as long as he made certain that she didn’t turn any of them—a real possibility where she was concerned—they could feast on warm, sweet, fear-scented blood all night.

“Aren’t you a clever girl,” he said admiringly, giving her a smacking kiss.

Spike waltzed Drusilla out into the night, feeling much better about the idea of celebrating Halloween. He thought he could see the point now.