Prologue-
What if Drusilla was never turned into a Vampire? Something happened before Angelus met her.. or while he was still playing games with her? Something that prevented her from becoming turned? What would she be like? What would she like? If Drusilla was never turned, then this means William was never turned into a vampire either. What would he be like? And would these two ever meet?
Chapter One- 1860: London
Drusilla walked into the confessional and knelt down before the priest. Drusilla was used to coming to Church, her family was very religious. She had dreams of becoming a nun, of helping others and doing good in the world. Usually she found the church comforting but now it had an eerie silence. She heard noise inside the confessional and called out to the priest, the scuffling on the other side quieted down.
"Forgive me Father for I have Sinned. It's been two days since my last confession." Drusilla began. "Father?" She called out, wondering why things were so quiet on the other side.
"That's not very long." the priest commented in a strange accented voice. There was something off about the priest, Drusilla could sense it but she ignored it. Her strange senses were exactly the reason why she came
"Oh Father I'm so afraid." Drusilla said, her voice thick with emotion.
"The lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins."
"I've been seeing again father." Drusilla started, remembering all the details clearly. "Yesterday, the men were going to work in the mine. I had a terrible fright. My stomach got all tied in knots. I saw this horrible crash. My mummy said to keep my peace. It didn't mean nothing." Drusilla leaned closer to the bars separating her from the priest, tears in her eyes. "But this morning... two man died!"
"Go on." The priest said solemnly.
"My mum says I'm Cursed. My seeing things is an affront to the lord. That only He's supposed to anything before it happens. But I don't mean to, Father, I swear. I try to be pure in His sight and do my penance. I don't want to be a thing of evil."
"Hush, Child. The lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a devil child like you." The priest said in a soothing tone of voice.
Drusilla was completely mortified by the priests words. "A Devil..." she repeated, disliking the taste of the word in her mouth.
"Yes, you're a spawn of satan, all the Hail Mary's in the world aren't going to help." The priest replied. "The lord will use you and then smite you down. He's like that."
"What can I do?" asked Drusilla, longing to be good. She didn't want to be evil, she wanted to serve god as a thing of good.
"Fufill His plan for you, child. Be evil. Perform evil works. Attack the last fortunate. You can start small: laugh at a cripple. You'll feel better. Just give in." The priests voice sounded almost hypnotic, making evil sound like a noble cause. His words made evil sound like nothing, although it was against everything she believed in.
"No... I want to be good.... I want to be pure..." Drusilla asked, desperately seeking the priests help and advice, she was in near tears at the thought of the evil which he mentioned.
"We all do, at first. World doesn't work that way." He sounded so sure of himself, but she didn't want to believe that life was so cruel.
"Father, I beg you.. help me." Drusilla pleaded with him.
"Very well. Uh, ten Our Fathers and an Act of Contrition. Does that sound good?" the priest asked Drusilla. This priest was like none she ever knew before, there was something strange about him which made her uncomfortable. She felt his eyes on her through the spaces in the metal. His eyes burned into her very soul and she felt she was under his scrutiny.
"Yes, Father, thank you."
"The pleasure was mine." said the priest, there was almost a hint of amusement in his voice, but Drusilla couldn't be certain. She was eager to leave the priest and started to leave. "Oh, and my child?" the priest said, making sure he still had her attention.
"Yes?"
"God is watching." The priests voice sounded ominous. Drusilla quickly left the confessional and walked out of the church all the while feeling his eyes in the back of her head.
What if Drusilla was never turned into a Vampire? Something happened before Angelus met her.. or while he was still playing games with her? Something that prevented her from becoming turned? What would she be like? What would she like? If Drusilla was never turned, then this means William was never turned into a vampire either. What would he be like? And would these two ever meet?
Chapter One- 1860: London
Drusilla walked into the confessional and knelt down before the priest. Drusilla was used to coming to Church, her family was very religious. She had dreams of becoming a nun, of helping others and doing good in the world. Usually she found the church comforting but now it had an eerie silence. She heard noise inside the confessional and called out to the priest, the scuffling on the other side quieted down.
"Forgive me Father for I have Sinned. It's been two days since my last confession." Drusilla began. "Father?" She called out, wondering why things were so quiet on the other side.
"That's not very long." the priest commented in a strange accented voice. There was something off about the priest, Drusilla could sense it but she ignored it. Her strange senses were exactly the reason why she came
"Oh Father I'm so afraid." Drusilla said, her voice thick with emotion.
"The lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins."
"I've been seeing again father." Drusilla started, remembering all the details clearly. "Yesterday, the men were going to work in the mine. I had a terrible fright. My stomach got all tied in knots. I saw this horrible crash. My mummy said to keep my peace. It didn't mean nothing." Drusilla leaned closer to the bars separating her from the priest, tears in her eyes. "But this morning... two man died!"
"Go on." The priest said solemnly.
"My mum says I'm Cursed. My seeing things is an affront to the lord. That only He's supposed to anything before it happens. But I don't mean to, Father, I swear. I try to be pure in His sight and do my penance. I don't want to be a thing of evil."
"Hush, Child. The lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a devil child like you." The priest said in a soothing tone of voice.
Drusilla was completely mortified by the priests words. "A Devil..." she repeated, disliking the taste of the word in her mouth.
"Yes, you're a spawn of satan, all the Hail Mary's in the world aren't going to help." The priest replied. "The lord will use you and then smite you down. He's like that."
"What can I do?" asked Drusilla, longing to be good. She didn't want to be evil, she wanted to serve god as a thing of good.
"Fufill His plan for you, child. Be evil. Perform evil works. Attack the last fortunate. You can start small: laugh at a cripple. You'll feel better. Just give in." The priests voice sounded almost hypnotic, making evil sound like a noble cause. His words made evil sound like nothing, although it was against everything she believed in.
"No... I want to be good.... I want to be pure..." Drusilla asked, desperately seeking the priests help and advice, she was in near tears at the thought of the evil which he mentioned.
"We all do, at first. World doesn't work that way." He sounded so sure of himself, but she didn't want to believe that life was so cruel.
"Father, I beg you.. help me." Drusilla pleaded with him.
"Very well. Uh, ten Our Fathers and an Act of Contrition. Does that sound good?" the priest asked Drusilla. This priest was like none she ever knew before, there was something strange about him which made her uncomfortable. She felt his eyes on her through the spaces in the metal. His eyes burned into her very soul and she felt she was under his scrutiny.
"Yes, Father, thank you."
"The pleasure was mine." said the priest, there was almost a hint of amusement in his voice, but Drusilla couldn't be certain. She was eager to leave the priest and started to leave. "Oh, and my child?" the priest said, making sure he still had her attention.
"Yes?"
"God is watching." The priests voice sounded ominous. Drusilla quickly left the confessional and walked out of the church all the while feeling his eyes in the back of her head.