DocCathode… from “Lover’s Walk”:
Spike: She just left. She didn’t even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. (sniffs) I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?
He pauses for a moment to inhale and exhale deeply.
Spike: It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I’d gone
soft. Wasn’t demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn’t mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn’t care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was… she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! (sniffs) I caught her on a park bench, making out with a chaos demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They’re all slime and antlers. They’re disgusting.
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Spike: You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be
friends. (points at his temple) Love isn’t brains, children, it’s
blood… (clasps his chest) blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
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Spike: (smiling) I’m really glad I came here, you know? I’ve been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I’ve just gotta be the man I was, (stands proud) the man she loved. I’m gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I’ll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again.
And Eris… from “The Crush”:
DRUSILLA: Not nice to change the game in mid-play, Spike. You’ve taken my chair and the music hasn’t stopped.
SPIKE: Sorry, pet. My house, my rules.
DRUSILLA: I think I shall be very cross with you when I’m free again.
BUFFY: What’s going on?
SPIKE: Simple. I’m gonna prove something. (moves up close to her) I love you.
BUFFY: Oh my god.
SPIKE: No, look at me! I … love you. You’re all I bloody think about. Dream about. You’re in my gut … my throat … I’m drowning in you, Summers, I’m drowning in you.
Dru begins to laugh. Spike turns.
SPIKE: I can do without the laugh track, Dru.
DRUSILLA: But it’s so funny. I knew … before you did. I knew you loved the Slayer. The pixies in my head whispered it to me.
Spike turns back to Buffy as Dru continues talking.
SPIKE: You can’t tell me that there isn’t anything there between you and me. I know you feel something.
BUFFY: It’s called revulsion. And whatever you think you’re feeling, it’s not love. You can’t love without a soul.
DRUSILLA: Oh, we can, you know. We can love quite well. If not wisely.
SPIKE: (to Buffy) You still don’t believe. Still don’t think I mean it. You want proof, huh? How’s this?
SPIKE: I’m gonna kill Drusilla for you.
Dru begins laughing again.
BUFFY: That doesn’t prove anything … except that you’re a sick miserable vampire that I should have dusted a long time ago. And, hey, already there.
SPIKE: Don’t mock this.
BUFFY: Go mock yourself.
SPIKE: This is Drusilla, girl! You have the slightest idea what she means to me? It’s the face of my salvation! (looks at Dru, smiles slightly) She delivered me from mediocrity. For over a century we … cut a swath through continents. A hundred years, she never stopped surprising me.
SPIKE: (quietly) Never stopped taking me to new depths. I was a lucky bloke. (Dru smiles) Just to touch such a black beauty.
DRUSILLA: Aw…
Suddenly Spike lifts the stake again and puts it firmly against Dru’s chest. She gasps and winces.
DRUSILLA: Ow.
SPIKE: (turning to look at Buffy) So you see, it means something.
BUFFY: Not to me. Kill her, why do I care?
SPIKE: Here’s why. (walks toward Buffy) If you don’t admit … that there’s something there … some tiny feeling for me … then I’ll untie Dru, let her kill you instead.
DRUSILLA: (nodding quickly) Yes, please. I like that game much more.
SPIKE: Just … give me something … a crumb … a barest smidgen … tell me … maybe, someday, there’s a chance.
Buffy looks intensely at him. He moves right up close to her.
BUFFY: Spike…
He looks hopeful.
BUFFY: The only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.
SPIKE: (puzzled) Oh, what… (makes a face of extreme frustration) Ohh!
He turns away, throws the stake away and gives a loud angry yell.
SPIKE: (shouting) Gaaah! What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody women? What the hell does it take? Why … do you bitches torture me?
BUFFY: Which question do you want me to answer first?
SPIKE: Look, I, I’m at the end of my bleeding tether. You know? I don’t even know why I even bother, you know. (points at Dru) This is your fault. You’re the one to blame for all this.
DRUSILLA: Am I?
SPIKE: (shouting) Bloody right you are! If you hadn’t left me for that chaos demon, I never would have come back here! Never would have had this sodding chip in my skull! And you - (to Buffy) wouldn’t be able to touch me, because this, (pointing to Buffy, then to himself) with you, is wrong. I know it. I’m not a complete idiot.
He stomps past Buffy, then turns back.
SPIKE: You think I like having you in here? Destroying everything that was me, until all that’s left is you, in a dead shell. (scoffs) You say you hate it, but you won’t leave. You know, what I should just do, is get rid of both of you. Burn you. Cut you into little pieces (makes scissor gesture with his fingers) so there won’t be any more bints to cock up things for Spi-