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
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"Cordelia?"
...something's wrong. He feels different, and since when has he needed glasses? And where is he? It's not a room he's ever been in. And he's wearing pyjamas, which isn't normal. His body feels wrong.
Oh, and he's got a heartbeat.
"What's going on?"
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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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As for Drusilla, Spike nodded. "She'll be glad of that when she's over. She's not a killer."
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"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."
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