A/N: Written for the GX Flash Bingo at the GX Writing Academy (link in profile), #122 – character: Camulla.
A Waxed Vampire Doll
She looks like a perfectly crafted wax doll as she sleeps: skin soft and smooth and dry, and almost white, like the colour paper was, masquerading as a pure blank but never quite being so…
And her clothes told of her age and her life, though her skin did not. That was perfect, unlike the garments she had clothed herself with – or had been clothed with. But a doll maker would not be so careless as to dress their so carefully made doll with such dirty armaments – armaments only because they couldn't quite be called rags.
It could have been someone else, they thought. It could have been that the doll maker preferred his craft disrobed – but even in the age they lived in, such a thought was a disturbing one and easily dismissed.
So she wasn't a doll then, arranged artfully in a coffin with a soiled red dress because the effect was too subtle, not dramatic enough. And careless, too careless, for an art. But what else was there? What sort of form that could preserve beyond their robes?
Because this was a time who knew immortals like vampires to only be in myth and fairy-tale. And that left them no other option but to consider her a doll after all – one for theatre, they decided in the end, playing the part of some poor rich girl far away from home.