Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Joss W.
Authors Notes: A very very short account of Drusilla's night of hunting from spike point of view.
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As the night grew colder, the humans scurried around like little lost lambs, looking for little Bo Peep. Or at least that's what Drusilla said. He walked arm in arm with Drusilla as they decided on her meal for tonight.
Drusilla didn't wish to hide in the shadows whilst Spike looked for her meal on legs, saying monsters were hiding in them. Waiting, watching them. Ironic really that she was the monster. Spike had no choice but to let her come, let her walk at his side, well. he didn't mind that. Always finding an excuse to be close to her.
"Pretty red dress. Can I have it?" Spoke Drusilla. Her eyes twinkling as she imagined, so Spike thought, her doll wearing that dress. Although he could imagine she was also imagining her life essence of the brown, curly haired girl, flowing around in her veins. Warming her cold dead body into life.
"Anything for you Princess." And with that, she walked over to the girl with a small skip in her movement. Spike couldn't help but cross his arm over his broad chest and grin at the way she would sweet-talk the girl into taking her hand and leading her to her death.
It always amazed him that it never failed. Never flawed. Once playful smile from Drusilla and off she went down an alley way with the little girl in tow. Wonder what the mother would feel, knowing her little girl was missing, knowing her little girl was dead. At least his little girl would be well fed for tonight at least.
He waited a while, before moving down that same alleyway. He saw the girl, sleeping peacefully on the cobblestone ground as his dark flower licked the last drops from her fingertips.
She was muttering something as per usual about how sweet she tasted as he walked up to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. His lips descended onto hers, crashing against her blood red lips as he sucked on them roughly. The girls taste was sweet, or was that Drusilla's lips? He didn't care. Two pleasures in one.
Pushing her from him as he licked his own now red blood lips as he glanced back down to the girl, muttering himself "Ashes to ashes." before taking his princess back into his embrace, sweeping her off her feet as she giggled childishly as he carried her further into the darkness of the alley way.
".Dust to dust," Drusilla whispered as her tongue outlined the strong jaw line on his face.
(A.N. - This is very, very short because I basically wrote this out in a lesson. I know. Naughty me. But I was bored and couldn't be bothered to watch the film Aliens 2. I promise I will do longer ones, and I won't do them in classes. Promise.)
Authors Notes: A very very short account of Drusilla's night of hunting from spike point of view.
***********
As the night grew colder, the humans scurried around like little lost lambs, looking for little Bo Peep. Or at least that's what Drusilla said. He walked arm in arm with Drusilla as they decided on her meal for tonight.
Drusilla didn't wish to hide in the shadows whilst Spike looked for her meal on legs, saying monsters were hiding in them. Waiting, watching them. Ironic really that she was the monster. Spike had no choice but to let her come, let her walk at his side, well. he didn't mind that. Always finding an excuse to be close to her.
"Pretty red dress. Can I have it?" Spoke Drusilla. Her eyes twinkling as she imagined, so Spike thought, her doll wearing that dress. Although he could imagine she was also imagining her life essence of the brown, curly haired girl, flowing around in her veins. Warming her cold dead body into life.
"Anything for you Princess." And with that, she walked over to the girl with a small skip in her movement. Spike couldn't help but cross his arm over his broad chest and grin at the way she would sweet-talk the girl into taking her hand and leading her to her death.
It always amazed him that it never failed. Never flawed. Once playful smile from Drusilla and off she went down an alley way with the little girl in tow. Wonder what the mother would feel, knowing her little girl was missing, knowing her little girl was dead. At least his little girl would be well fed for tonight at least.
He waited a while, before moving down that same alleyway. He saw the girl, sleeping peacefully on the cobblestone ground as his dark flower licked the last drops from her fingertips.
She was muttering something as per usual about how sweet she tasted as he walked up to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. His lips descended onto hers, crashing against her blood red lips as he sucked on them roughly. The girls taste was sweet, or was that Drusilla's lips? He didn't care. Two pleasures in one.
Pushing her from him as he licked his own now red blood lips as he glanced back down to the girl, muttering himself "Ashes to ashes." before taking his princess back into his embrace, sweeping her off her feet as she giggled childishly as he carried her further into the darkness of the alley way.
".Dust to dust," Drusilla whispered as her tongue outlined the strong jaw line on his face.
(A.N. - This is very, very short because I basically wrote this out in a lesson. I know. Naughty me. But I was bored and couldn't be bothered to watch the film Aliens 2. I promise I will do longer ones, and I won't do them in classes. Promise.)