"Please- Please-" the man's voice cracked as he pleaded and squirmed, struggling weakly against Spike's light hold; he snorted and snapped the man's neck before draining the rest of his life.

It was decades too late for the mortal's not ineloquent pleas to move Spike's heart - his Dark Princess had beckoned, and his heart spilled willingly into her waiting hands. Drusilla wished for a wild predator to hunt at her side, to adore and spoil her, to awe her with his bloody strength, and so Spike had eagerly become for his love of her.