[First lines]
Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?
I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?
Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.
Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang
[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]
Look what I made. It's called Willy.
[smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.
Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.
Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.
You're not cross with me, are you?
[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]
Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?
[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]
Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle] to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man. [turns his hand over so the palm is in the light now; looks admiringly at it as it smokes] Don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? [pulls his hand back close to his face] Do you?
[Staring at Angelus, William sticks his own hand in the light, voluntarily this time.]
[laughs, slaps William on the shoulder affectionately] I like this one! You and me, we're gonna be the best of friends.
[Angelus and William laugh together.]
[Spike and Angel are fighting to reach the Cup of Perpetual Torment.]
Come on, hero. Tell me more. Teach me what it means. And I'll tell you why you can't stand the bloody sight of me.
Tell it to your therapist.
'Cause every time you look at me, you see all the dirty little things I've done, all the lives I've taken... because of you! Drusilla sired me, but you... you made me a monster.
I didn't make you, Spike. I just opened up the door, and let the real you out.
You never knew the real me. Too busy trying to see your own reflection, praying there was someone as disgusting as you in the world, so you could stand to live with yourself. Take a long look, hero. I'm nothing like you!
No, you're less. That's why Buffy never really loved you, because you weren't me.
Guess that means she was thinking about you all those times I was putting it to her.
Look at you. Fighting for truth, justice, and soccer moms. But you still can't lay flesh on a cross without smelling like bacon, can you?
Like you're any different.
That's just it. I am, and you know it. You had a soul forced on you as a curse, make you suffer for all the horrible things you've done. But me, I fought for my soul, went throught the demon trials. Almost did me in a dozen times over but I kept fighting. 'Cause I knew it was the right thing to do. It's my destiny.
Really? Heard it was just to get inside a girl's pants.
[Spike is poised to drink from the Cup.]
Probably should've dusted you. But honestly... I don't wanna hear her bitch about it.
Spike, wait. Wait. That's not a prize you're holding. It's not a trophy. It's a burden. It's a cross. One you're gonna have to bear till it burns you to ashes. Believe me. I know. So ask yourself: Is this really the destiny that was meant for you? Do you even really want it? Or is it that you just want to take something away from me?
[pauses] Bit of both. [drinks]
[lunges to try to stop him, but too late.] Spike?
[drops the cup, stares at Angel, bewildered.] I-it's... Mountain Dew.
[William walks into the hotel and sees Angelus humping a woman dressed in white on the bed.]
Well... looks like you haven't had your fill of her after all--
[Angelus leans back, revealing that's he's been with Drusilla.]
[rolls her head over to look at William] The little children didn't come out to play. [sits up, leaning closer to Angelus's chest] Did you miss me, pretty William?
I'm sure he did, Dru. After all... you are his destiny.
[Angelus laughs at William. Drusilla joins in the laughter. William gets a look of enraged hatred as he glares at Angelus.]
[Angelus throws William into the wall, squeezing his neck.]
Little late for that, Willy. And I really don't like it when you raise your voice to me.
William, don't play such a sad tune. [reclines seductively] Give us a kiss, then.
Why did you...? You knew. You knew she was mine.
[He wrenches himself free of Angelus's grasp and punches him. He charges Angelus who then easily deflects him and pushes him to the floor.]
Just don't get it now, do you?
[Angelus picks William up by the lapels, throwing him onto the couch, and pushes the corpses off the couch to sit beside him.]
Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours. [Drusilla walks out into the doorway.] Not even her.
You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and me.
[clasps her hands over her heart] Are we?
Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willy?
Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror. [pats William's knee, stand, goes to stand behind Drusilla] Tell you what... William. If you want her... [slips his hands around Drusilla's body, below the waist] ...come and take her.
[Drusilla holds her hands out, beckoning William. William charges Angelus angrily.]
