Backfire - Spander Files

“I’ll never forget my Dru.”
“I know that. But if you tell me about her, and if you keep talking to me about her,
then I’ll remember her, too. And you won’t be the only one who has to carry her
memories.”
Spike finally smiled. “You are a strange boy.”
“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone. It would destroy the reputation I have going as an
upright solid citizen and then I'd never get to be President." Xander slid his hand
down Spike’s arm and pressed his warm palm into the cold one. Their fingers
closed around each other.
“I met Dru in 1880. She found me in an alley and whispered to me the most
beautiful words that a woman could ever say…”
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Spike stopped talking. It had only been perhaps an hour. Spike had told Xander
about several of the ultra-creepy stunts that Drusilla had pulled, and Xander
wondered if many of them were because she was crazy or because she was a
vampire. Spike had joined her in most of her escapades, but Xander had a sneaking
suspicion that it was mainly just out of loyalty. At least that was what he was going
to tell himself for now.
He also learned that it wasn't Angel who sired Spike, it was Drusilla. Spike didn't
explain why he always called Angel his sire, but Xander figured that was a story for
a later time.
Spike wasn't talking anymore because Xander had just asked, "How did she get so
crazy?"
The vampire looked sad for just a moment and his voiced softened, "She was mad
since the day I met her. But she wasn't always like that. Right, Angelus?" Spike
didn't look across the crypt, but Xander did.