1997 Again: A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fanfic

Chapter 3

Spike can't deny it. He missed being evil. He missed Dru's cold but hot personality. He missed her insane laughter when they mayhemed and slaughtered through towns or her claws digging into his spine when they fucked. He was free here- with no worries, pain, and guilt haunting him. No voices of the past breaking him. No sound, just silence. His blue eyes took in her nudene form, her silken skin gleaming in the light. Hours before, he took out the Anointed's nest, now resting lazily on his elbow.

Buffy couldn't control it anymore. When she saw the girl, she moved in slow motion before pouncing and grabbing the neck, her jaws snapping around the bulge of her artery, stopping the tortured girl's pleas for help. This was the only life she was going to end. It was only because she needed the strengths after what Dru had to endure in Prague. She could feel the physical pain almost as if it was a contradiction.

1997 was the year of her loss of innocence.