One Last Look
It had been 75 years since Spike had returned here to Sunnydale, 75 years in which the memory of his last visit had haunted him. The mansion was gone, knocked down in favor of a modern shopping mall.
One last look, he hadn't been able to rest for all these years without taking one last look. He'd put it off and put it off and now it was gone. Late night shoppers came and went as he sat on a low wall in front of the mall's main entrance.
He closed his eye's wishing away the years and the pain that comes with time, with remembering. He remembered it like it was yesterday, just like with all bad memories they stay for the longest good memories can fade and disappear in their light or they can stay and make the end all the more painful.
Spike opened his eyes choking back a gasp, the mansion in all its dilapidated glory stood before him as it had on that day. He blinked, not believing what he saw but still the vision stayed. Walking towards it he felt a cold chill pass through him he looked back the last vestiges of the future running way like a Dali painting.
He looked hesitantly inside walking towards the room he remembered. The statue Acathla stood as he had for centuries but that didn't interest Spike. Kneeling in front of the statue, a small frail looking brunette figure. Her back was turned but Spike could still picture the child like face, the innocent eyes that masked a monster. He walked forward kneeling beside the figure.
"Drusilla?" He asked in wonder. She didn't move, gave no sign that she heard or saw him. Looking down he saw the stake in her hand. "Drusilla Please listen to me, talk to me." He pleaded.
With robot movements she brought the stake to her chest pressing it against her heart a lone tear coursed its way down her cheek.
"Drusilla, no." Spike breathed Reaching out to take the stake from her hand. He grasped as though at thin air, his hand passing through hers like she or he where a ghost. "Please god not this, anything but this." He heard foot steps running into the mansion.
"Dru, baby." Spike heard the familiar voice. Looking up he saw himself as he had been, blond hair, leather duster. If he didn't know what was coming he would have smiled, as it was he almost begged himself to leave, not to watch. "What are you doing back here?" The younger blonder Spike asked taking a step or so forward. Drusilla stiffened her lower lip quivering.
"I love you my Spike." She breathed, pressing the stake into her chest.
"No." Both Spike's cried out as Drusilla's body crumbled leaving just a small pile on the floor beside a time weathered Miss Edith. Spike stumbled forward disbelieving as he watched falling onto his knees his hand hovering over the ashes almost touching them. The tears fell with out him knowing as Spike watched himself raise his head and howl.
Spike opened his eye's, the mall in front of him long since closed. His vampire senses alerting him to the impending dawn Spike made no effort to move.
"I love you my Spike." He repeated to himself. The word's he'd missed that day, her last words. Spike smiled, he was glad he had finally come. He looked to his side picking up the object that sat next to him on the wall, her timeless porcelain face, raged dress. Miss Edith stared back at him through painted eyes as he looked up to greet the dawn.
"I love you my Drusilla." Miss Edith's frail body fell to the ground smashing into a thousand tiny pieces dusted with a ring of ashes.
End