Disclaimer: See, there's this god that walks around on earth, and this god, he owns 'em all. Bow down to the great Joss! Ya'know, 'cause I'm just a lowly fan who likes to sneak in and borrow the characters; Hey, I promised to return 'em, eventually.
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that you aren't supposed to know exactly what happened, but if you look close enough, it should be rather obvious. Hey, you try writing in insane vampiress and making the facts come out obvious. Here's a tip, it's Dru's musings after Angel set her and Darla on fire.
Story Notes: Takes place in late season two of AtS. Hopefully most of it will be obvious. This is all from Drusilla's POV, and dedicated soulfully (solely) to my lovely Destiny! Been owing you a Dru piece for awhile, sis!
Summary:
Rated: PG-13 because it's only "paper."
Date Started/Finished: January 17th, 2004
Flawless
By ~Delenn~
So thin, so white, perfectly white and crisp and new. Such gorgeous paper, strong and frail at the same time.
So pretty, just like a crisp new page, yet to be tinged by life and looking so ever-changeless.
But oh no! It's being devoured, stained by pink and curling back up into red, then black. The fire is eating away at it.
Taking the soul of the paper, but not the heart, the soul doesn't want the heart that would be too easy.
No, no, the pretty little paper has to suffer for sins of those who made it, and so it flakes back into charred ashes, falling to the hardened and uncaring ground.
The paper has to hurt, has to pay for being new and crisp once upon a time, so now it burns and howls in the sharp agony of pink staining it, and red flowing from it and black pealing it away finally.
There's a new sheet of that flawless paper behind the first though, and as the first falls, endless falling, endless pain, oh the pain! All pretty and pink and lovely and bleeding and hurting. So much hurting.
As the first falls, charred off black, the first is there, as untouched as the first was, as perfect as ever.
Flawless.
Such pretty paper, can't even see the blood from it's predecessor. Here and there black and pink flecks stick though, refusing to fall, trying to keep the surface from being perfect.
Tisk, tisk, that can't be allowed now. That paper was bad. It fell away in such lovely agony. Now it's the new paper's turn to pay.
Gouge it away, tear it to shreds, stupid, perfect, paper, always so damn flawless. GO AWAY!
Who put in the order for all this paper, so clean and new? I didn't, who did!? I want to eat their eyeballs. The paper should be old and crinkled, scarred with ink, but it's not. Why?
And the next layer falls, torn away, not black like the first but still pink, no charring from fire, just blood from... nails? Why nails? Why this paper? Won't it go away, it never goes away!
Daddy tried to make it go away, make it suffer, show his crimes, but it won't. Too forgiving, too naive, little paper, don't you know daddy's going to come back again and again until you remember to show the stupid fire?
You haven't learned your lesson.
Such flawless paper, so old and stained but not stained paper. White, smooth, and thin, strong. Pretty pieces of paper that always shed in pink turrets.
No, that's not right. It's not paper, that's the wrong story, it just looks like paper. Not so clean and fresh. Not paper. Why not?
No, not paper. But what then?
No, not paper. Ooh, so pretty all pink, red, and black and white. But not paper. What then? Oh. Right, I remember now. Skin.
The End
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that you aren't supposed to know exactly what happened, but if you look close enough, it should be rather obvious. Hey, you try writing in insane vampiress and making the facts come out obvious. Here's a tip, it's Dru's musings after Angel set her and Darla on fire.
Story Notes: Takes place in late season two of AtS. Hopefully most of it will be obvious. This is all from Drusilla's POV, and dedicated soulfully (solely) to my lovely Destiny! Been owing you a Dru piece for awhile, sis!
Summary:
Rated: PG-13 because it's only "paper."
Date Started/Finished: January 17th, 2004
By ~Delenn~
So thin, so white, perfectly white and crisp and new. Such gorgeous paper, strong and frail at the same time.
So pretty, just like a crisp new page, yet to be tinged by life and looking so ever-changeless.
But oh no! It's being devoured, stained by pink and curling back up into red, then black. The fire is eating away at it.
Taking the soul of the paper, but not the heart, the soul doesn't want the heart that would be too easy.
No, no, the pretty little paper has to suffer for sins of those who made it, and so it flakes back into charred ashes, falling to the hardened and uncaring ground.
The paper has to hurt, has to pay for being new and crisp once upon a time, so now it burns and howls in the sharp agony of pink staining it, and red flowing from it and black pealing it away finally.
There's a new sheet of that flawless paper behind the first though, and as the first falls, endless falling, endless pain, oh the pain! All pretty and pink and lovely and bleeding and hurting. So much hurting.
As the first falls, charred off black, the first is there, as untouched as the first was, as perfect as ever.
Flawless.
Such pretty paper, can't even see the blood from it's predecessor. Here and there black and pink flecks stick though, refusing to fall, trying to keep the surface from being perfect.
Tisk, tisk, that can't be allowed now. That paper was bad. It fell away in such lovely agony. Now it's the new paper's turn to pay.
Gouge it away, tear it to shreds, stupid, perfect, paper, always so damn flawless. GO AWAY!
Who put in the order for all this paper, so clean and new? I didn't, who did!? I want to eat their eyeballs. The paper should be old and crinkled, scarred with ink, but it's not. Why?
And the next layer falls, torn away, not black like the first but still pink, no charring from fire, just blood from... nails? Why nails? Why this paper? Won't it go away, it never goes away!
Daddy tried to make it go away, make it suffer, show his crimes, but it won't. Too forgiving, too naive, little paper, don't you know daddy's going to come back again and again until you remember to show the stupid fire?
You haven't learned your lesson.
Such flawless paper, so old and stained but not stained paper. White, smooth, and thin, strong. Pretty pieces of paper that always shed in pink turrets.
No, that's not right. It's not paper, that's the wrong story, it just looks like paper. Not so clean and fresh. Not paper. Why not?
No, not paper. But what then?
No, not paper. Ooh, so pretty all pink, red, and black and white. But not paper. What then? Oh. Right, I remember now. Skin.