016: Beating to a Funeral Song [Accidental Visual / Location: Hyperion Hotel]

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She could feel her heart beating.

The blood pulsed through her veins to a rhythm that, once upon a time, Drusilla would have danced along to. But she wasn't dancing today. Because it was her heart. A heart that had been silenced for centuries.

Her eyes snapped open.

No. Not her eyes. She'd fallen asleep as a vampire, safe in the forest and with Miss Edith in her arms. She'd woken up as a human. And not just any human. Somehow, she'd slipped into the skin of the Vision Girl.

For a long time, there was nothing but silence. It shattered with a scream and, for an even longer amount of time, Drusilla didn't realise that it was coming from her lips.

She screamed and she screamed and then, because there was nothing else she could do, she laughed.

The Vision Girl's heart kept on beating.

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"That wasn't what I meant," she said. Fortunately for Drusilla, the concept of caring about Spike - even this Spike - wasn't new. She didn't have to attribute it to Cordelia's soul. "I was thinking about when his tummy starts to rumble."

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"Oh, that." Spike frowned. Wesley would have to drink blood, and for him, that wasn't as usual a thing as it was for Spike. "Well, I've got stuff in the fridge. I'll keep an eye on him, make sure he feeds regularly and doesn't kill anyone."

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"All that sorrow," she said, very softly, imagining the mess that Wesley could potentially make. It thrilled her, but not as much as it should have. "All that mess. The city would burn with it."

And Wesley would burn with it, sacrificing himself to heal wounds he hadn't intended to cause.

"Cordelia won't be able to hunt," she added, suddenly. Because it mattered. Because she couldn't make a mess and blame it on Drusilla. "She'll still have the wires in her head."

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Spike shook his head. "I won't let him," he repeated. "Worst comes to worst, I can probably take him." Not that Wesley could take Spike normally, but Spike was nothing if not cocky.

As for Drusilla, Spike nodded. "She'll be glad of that when she's over. She's not a killer."

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At the comment, Drusilla simply nodded. Spike's spirit was strong enough to give a human body extra strength and she had every faith in him.

"I know," she said, resting a hand on Cordelia's chest. Feeling the heart beat that unsettled her most of all. "She's all light."