To The Light
Author: Rhiannon
E-mail: Rhiannon_10000@BonBon.net
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Setting: Sometime during season 7.
Spoilers: No specific spoilers.
Summary: Drusilla, at the end. Very short ficlet.
Warning(s): Character Death!
Archival Rights: Buffy Fanfiction Archive,
Charm School, Fanfiction.Net, and
Rhiannon's Realm. Anyone else, please drop me an e-mail to ask permission.
Author's Notes: None
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters are properties of
Mutant Enemy, Inc., and 20th Century Fox Studios. No infringement is intended by this
fanfiction.
Drusilla sits on the park bench, holding Miss Edith carefully in the crook of her arm while awaiting the end. Even her beloved doll has fallen silent in the past few days, abandoning her to her fate just as everyone else has. No one
cares or wants her anymore.
Except for the light. The wicked sun has murdered the moon and has been calling to her for weeks now. She's tried not to listen, told herself over and over not to listen because she knows lies when she she hears them. But the call is just too strong, and nothing
can escape the sun.
She feels something in her change as the first rays of daylight begin to color the sky from inky blackness into a dark blue. She isn't frightened of the light anymore.
Not now.
She closes her eyes and imagines herself running towards it, its warmth and heat no longer a curse. It feels wonderful, and it feels like *him* - her William.
It's bright, glorious, and piercing the darkness of her like he always had.
She's running and running to it, until there's nothing left but the sun shining down on a pile of ashes and a small china doll.
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