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"Oh my pretty little Slayer. What have you become?" Drusilla giggled. "What would Spike say now?" Drusilla smirked. "Don't you understand that my Spike will never love you?" She twirled and swayed in front of the despondent woman. "I'm his Dark Princess. I'm his Black Goddess."

Angel looked at her, disgust in his eyes. "You're a demented vision of something Spike used to love. The one thing you can't make Spike feel...is alive. And she does. So how are you going to compete with that, Dru?"

Drusilla turned to him, her eyes glowing golden as she ran towards him, claws exposed.

And flew backwards through the air, smashing into a stack of barrels.

Kiara lifted her head slowly, her hair falling in disarray in front of her face but not hiding the determined look in her silver gaze. "I won't kill you," she said, her voice trembling in controlled fury. "Because you're right. Spike does still love you. And I won't...I can't...do that to him. But I...will...be...DAMNED," she shouted, "before I ever let you touch Angel." She'd been beaten, blood flowed down her back, arms, torso and legs freely, but her mental capacity was as strong as ever.

Buffy and Spike ran onto the catwalk above the room right as Drusilla was about to attack Angel. They watched the scene with mixed emotions. Buffy wanted to run down the sidesteps immediately, but Spike held her back. The scent of blood in the air was overwhelming to him and he could not hold his demon back, but the sight of where that blood was coming from left him nauseous. He listened to Kiara's words, saw her beaten body, and rage filled him. She'd let this happen to herself...because of him? Because she thought he loved Drusilla more than he loved her...?

Faith watched Drusilla stand up and dust herself off. This was her chance; the vampire was only twenty feet away. Without a second thought, Faith leaped from her hiding spot and ran towards Drusilla.

"DRU!" Spike called out in fear as he saw the dark haired Slayer rush his ex-love. Buffy was already running down the rackety stairs and Spike followed closely. Faith had tackled Drusilla to the ground and the two were engaged in a fist fight. Faith was on top, pounding her small hands into Drusilla's face while Drusilla reached up to close her hands around the girl's neck.

Buffy searched frantically for away to free Angel and Kiara. She took a flying jump onto a nearby deck and catapulted herself onto the pipe they were hanging from. Walking it like a tightrope, she neared their chains. "I'm just gonna unhook you, okay?" she called down. Not waiting for an answer, she hefted the thick chain holding Angel off the ground up and let it go, trusting he'd land safely. Then she moved to Kiara. There was no was she could just let her drop to the floor. The woman was barely conscious. "Angel! Grab hold of Kiara and catch her when I release the chain!" Angel nodded and wrapped his arms around the woman's legs. He lifted her a bit to try to make it easy for Buffy to lift the chains and within moments Kiara was heaped over his shoulder.

Faith and Drusilla rolled around on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally, Faith pulled her knees up and kicked Drusilla off of her, sending the vampire flying backwards yet again. Spike leaned down and picked Drusilla up, but she struck out at him, her claws scraping over his cheek.

"Let me go, Spike! You don't love me anymore! You left me for that Slayer whore, Miss Edith says so!"

"No, no, Dru!" He wrestled with her and captured each of her wrists as she tried to hit him again. He twisted her arms behind her back and shook her. "Listen to me!" he pleaded with her. If he wasn't able to subdue Drusilla, everything would go down hill. If he could just calm her down, maybe everyone would get out unscathed. Everyone except Kiara, he thought darkly. The pain she'd endured on his part was nothing compared to the guilt he was feeling. It was up to him to get rid of Dru. It was the least he could do. "I never stopped loving you, Dru. You're my princess, my black goddess. I could never love anyone else, you know that." His words were soft and soothing and Drusilla stilled in his arms.

Kiara closed her eyes and turned herself into Angel's embrace, trying to ease her breaking heart. Buffy exchanged a pained glance with Angel and draped her coat over her friend's bare back. Her shirt had been ripped to shreds by the whip and hung in looses straps over her shoulders.

"No," Drusilla said sweetly. "Miss Edith never lies. You cheated on me. That's why I had you beaten so badly. You have to be punished, Spike." The insane light in her eyes glowed bright.

Spike swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, remembering waking up in Kiara's apartment after the brutal attack made on him. So Dru'd been behind that. No doubt in another lifetime he would have thought it wonderful of her. But he'd tasted the sweet freedom of a life away from insanity and torture. He'd found a new life...with Kiara...and because of his own stupidity, he'd almost lost her. Shaking his head, he wrapped Drusilla in his embrace, one arm around her waist and his free hand cradling her head. "Oh Dru..." he murmured.

She stiffened in his arms and glared up at him, her dark eyes burning bright with hatred and betrayal. Soundlessly she crumpled into a pile of dust at his feet. Faith stood a foot away, stake drawn back in her hand.

His arms dropped loosely to his sides as he stared into the vacant space Drusilla had just been occupying. "Dru?" his voice came out in a strangled whisper. Her ashes swirled upwards as he stepped forward.

Faith backed away, a slight dawning of fear appearing in her dark eyes as Spike staggered forward, but his attention wasn't on her. Buffy noticed her distress and rushed to her, ready to stop her from running again. It was important to her to let Faith know she hadn't done anything wrong.

Despite the ache in her chest -- and all over her body -- Kiara stepped away from Angel and towards Spike. "Spike," she called out softly and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Spike looked down, his stricken gaze wandering over the dust that settled on his black boots. Drusilla. She'd been the center of his world for so long...and now she was reduced to a pile of dirt. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Perhaps he'd fallen out of love with her, but he still cared for her. However, deep down he knew that there was no other way he'd ever escape her. It should have been he who killed her. Drusilla owed him that much. For Kiara. But the thought of the immortal Slayer made him frown. If she'd just done her duty, if she'd trusted him, if she'd just killed Drusilla, then none of this would be happening right now. His emotions were in an upwhirl and Spike didn't know where to turn. On one hand, he was relieved that his Black Goddess was gone; he could move on with his unlife. A life he wanted to spend with the same woman who'd put him in this damnable situation. She should have killed Dru. But would he have hated her for it? It didn't matter now. It had been taken from either of them by Faith. He was confused, and on some level, he blamed Kiara. How could he respect her when she would have willingly let Drusilla kill her before she fought back? Even if it was because she cared for him so much.... He couldn't turn to her right now. Seeing her so beaten...feeling so much guilt for the pain she'd endured...holding Drusilla as she'd crumbled to nothing...it was all too new, too raw. Without turning around, he spoke, his voice calm and cold. "I don't want to hear it, Kiara. Just let it go."

"But - "

"No," he cut her off. He turned slightly and looked at her, his blue eyes filled with pain...and something else. Something like loathing. "I told you. I don't want to hear what you have to say." His gaze swept over her contemptuously. "You couldn't even kill her to save yourself. You couldn't even fight back. Now she's dead...and you might as well be." He turned back around. "I can't...I don't want to see you. Just...stay away."

"Spike, please - " she cried out hoarsely.

Spike flung his hand back, signaling for her to stop, his long leather duster flying out behind him as he stalked off angrily.

"Nooooo," she whispered. It hurt so much. Blackness mercifully overcame her as she passed out from blood loss.





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