by Leni

Drusilla stared at her shadow in the mirror. It didn't show her dark tresses combed neatly behind her ears, of course. Neither did it reflect her blue eyes heavy with eyeliner and gold eyeshadow contrasting sharply against her skin. But with the bright light behind her, a sharp dark form appeared. Drusilla smiled as she realised that the shadow's contours were her own face's.

She took the tiny bowl from the vanity table and smeared the pale cream on the smooth surface. She maintained herself as still as possible, caring that the nearly white colour only covered the shadow. Minutes later, satisfied with her work, she sat back and stared at the shapeless face.

"Who am I?" she asked.

Without closing her eyes, Drusilla saw as the paint shifted and turned, finally taking the form of a woman she'd lived with for decades without end. Green eyes looked with loathing and despise and Drusilla could almost hear the scorn as a voiceless murmur whispered You're my burden.

Brown eyes widened as she furiously wiped the facial cream off the mirror. She had never wanted to be a burden. Never!

Once it was clear again Drusilla sat placidly and took the gold eyeshadow from her purse. She looked at it for several moments and finally opened the lid with great care. Thoughtfully, she drew the golden paint over the mirror. First two lines which with great patience transformed themselves into eyes, below them Drusilla drew lips and finally, two eyebrows adorned the figure. Finally happy when it was a perfect match to the image she remembered, she stood up and asked "Who am I?" to the motionless figure.

She saw as the golden eyes took life and brown shades mingled themselves with the gold. Drusilla clapped when the eyes blinked before staring directly at her. One of the few memories of centuries ago resurfaced, thosely arrogantly beautiful eyes had been her last sight before she died. A pleased, hungry look was what she received now before a strong voice stated You're my obsession.

Drusilla danced in the room, laughing in delight at that truth. She knew how to be obsession... if only her Angel was still here to say the words for himself...

The door suddenly opened and Spike stepped in.

He stopped when he noticed the mess in the mirror. "Dru?" She was still dancing across the room, her movements attuned to a music only she could hear. Spike sighed, before walking determinedly to catch her in his arms. Dru giggled as she turned around, so that her face was directly against his chest. She looked so happy that Spike couldn't do less than forget the mirror and the mad dances and kiss her.

When the kiss ended she whispered against his neck, "Who am I?"

Spike sighed patiently, tightening his arms around her lithe form. "You are my dream, Dru." He caressed her spine slowly and bent down to kiss her again. "You have always been my dream," he whispered before taking her lips.

Drusilla let herself get lost in his slow caresses and loving kisses. Oh, she knew how to be a dream too. But sometimes...

Sometimes she wished to be obsession again.

The End
27/10/03

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