Title:Moonlight
Author:Trixie Skittles
Rating:Uh...PG
Spoilers:None, really.
Disclaimer:I don't own Drusilla. Don't worry, I'll give her back.
Author's Note:This is too short to really be considered a fic. Oh well.
The daylight trapped her inside, but the night set her free. The night was her friend, her companion. The night made her feel alive. She danced, she sang. But she had no soul.
The night made her feel alive, but she was dead.
In the night, she could kill and she could feed. The warm, red liquid would cling to her pale skin. In the night she could love. She could have mad, wild sex. She could go wout in the moonlight and breathe; she didn't need to breathe. Not anymore.
Sometimes, in the day, she would let some sunlight onto her arm, and watch in fascination as her pale flesh burned.
But she didn't like the sun - it was dangerous. Fiery, fiery, fiery...
Sometimes, she would wonder why the moonlight didn't harm her, but she sunlight did.
Sometimes, she would go outside just as the sun set, and laugh because she didn't burn. Because she didn't catch fire.
Drusilla was dead. But at night... she was alive.
FINIS