Spike grabbed his car keys from the table and headed for the door. If he left now, he would probably arrive at Buffy’s house a bit early, but for some reason he didn’t think she’d mind. She had seemed just as excited about this date as he was, and he couldn’t believe how much his life had suddenly changed for the better in just a couple of days. A week ago, he’d been convinced that he would never find any kind of happiness again, least of all love. Then he’d met Buffy. Well, technically he’d met Hannah first, and now everything was different.
There was just something about that little girl that had him captured from the moment he’d first met her. And as for her mother… Spike had loved Drusilla more than he’d thought was possible, but he still couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. He had only known Buffy for a few days and yet, every time he saw her, he was ready to start reciting bloody poetry. What was that about? He hardly even knew the bird, how come he, whenever he was thinking about her, just couldn’t stop smiling?
Finding out the truth about Dru had abruptly killed all feelings he’d had for the beautiful, dark-haired woman. It was sort of a relief, but at the same time depressing. Sometimes he wondered if he wouldn’t have been better off not knowing, then he could have mourned Drusilla as the kind and loving woman he’d thought she was. It still would’ve hurt, of course, but at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with the shame and humiliation. The cheating was bad enough, but the fact that she’d known about her pregnancy, and simply decided that he didn’t even deserve to be told about it, made him question if she’d ever really felt anything about him at all.
He supposed that Dru hadn’t wanted any children, at least not with him. The realization hurt, a lot. He would’ve loved to become a father, he’d always wanted a big family. But now it didn’t look like he’d be getting that any time soon. An image of Hannah’s face, tearfully asking him if he wanted to be her new daddy suddenly flashed through his mind, and for some reason, that made him feel sad. He couldn’t help but wondering about her real father – Liam, and what a stupid git he had to be to chose not to be a part of his daughter’s life.
Buffy hadn’t said much about him, but at least she didn’t seem to have any deep feelings for the wanker. Spike wanted to know more, but didn’t want to overstep his rights by asking. He figured that if Buffy wanted him to know about it, she’d tell him eventually, and he could wait. Tonight would be their first real date, and he wasn’t about to ruin things by bringing up anything too personal. With that thought in mind, he grabbed his leather duster and opened the door, and found himself looking at the last person he’d wanted to see again.
“Heading somewhere?” The blonde woman eyed him curiously, clearly waiting for him to answer.
Spike closed his eyes and counted to ten. Why did that stupid bint have to show up now? Hell, why did she have to show up at all? “Darla? What the bloody hell are you doing here?”
She brought her hand up to her chest, pretending to be hurt. “Aw! One could almost think you’re not happy to see me.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Is that so?” Her eyes narrowed. “Going somewhere? Hot date, maybe?”
Glaring at her, Spike closed the door behind him. If she’d expected to be invited in, she’d be deeply disappointed. “Yeah, as of matter of fact, not that it’s any of your business. What do you want?”
She suddenly looked annoyed. “If you think for a second that I’d come here willingly, then you’re sadly mistaken.”
Spike shrugged. “Why are you here then?” He was beyond confused. Darla had hardly bothered speaking to him before, so what was she doing here?
Her eyes were cold when she looked at him. “Thought you might wanted to see this.” She pulled up an envelope from her purse and handed it to him.
Frowning, he took it. “What’s this?” She didn’t answer, so he opened it. Inside was a bunch of photographs, all of Drusilla. In every photo, she was with a different man, and he really didn’t want to know how Darla had gotten her hands on them. Realizing that she’d expected him to freak, Spike made an effort of acting like he wasn’t the least bit affected. “Why are you showing me these?” If it was just to hurt him, it wouldn’t surprise him the least, but Dru had been Darla’s best friend and something like this would definitely not make Drusilla come out in a good light.
If Darla was surprised by his reaction, she didn’t let it show. “Just thought you should know how much you really meant to her.”
Spike swallowed, refusing to let her words get to him. “Alright. You hate me, and I can assure you that the feeling’s quite mutual. So why don’t you just sod off?”
She laughed then, a bitter laugh. “It’s pathetic, really. How you kept falling for the lies she was feeding you. It was so obvious, but you refused to see it. Your relationship was nothing more than a joke to her, and you were the only one who didn’t see it for what it was.”
It hurt, but he wouldn’t let her see that. “Right. If that’s all you have to say…” He showed her aside, determined to get out of there with at least some dignity left.
But Darla wasn’t done. “What’s the hurry? Can’t take the fact that she didn’t care about you? What was so special about her, anyway?”
He was taken aback, staring at her in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Darla hesitated, before deciding to ignore his question. “Seriously, everybody acted like she was God’s gift to men. She wasn’t. Did you know that she used to laugh at how gullible you guys were? You, and everybody else who thought you really knew her. You were all wrong.”
Knowing that she was probably right, but refusing to admit it, Spike tried to walk past her, but Darla stopped him by getting in his way. He sighed. “What?”
She suddenly got a thoughtful expression on her face. “You weren’t the only one who was completely blinded by her, you know. Angel was just the same. It was all he could talk about sometimes; Drusilla this and Drusilla that.”
Spike snorted. “The ponce had a wife and a kid, and spent most nights at your place. Don’t tell me it surprised you to hear him moaning yet another chit’s name when he was shagging you. Bloody poof probably got the names mixed up all the time.” Spike paused for a second. “You know, if I didn’t know you any better…” Eying her suspiciously, he couldn’t help but smirk. “…I’d say you were jealous.”
Darla stared at him for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was trembling with fury. “Is that right? Well, you’re the expert of twisted relationships, aren’t you? Just tell me one thing, Spike. What makes you think that the child Drusilla was carrying was yours?”
TBC
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Author's Chapter Notes:
So, I started writing on this story again, and hopefully the muse will let me keep the chapters coming. Hope you'll like it! Oh, and thanks to Tammy for betaing this chapter! :)