Well, there I was, finally tidying my room up (the other option being actually to stop procrastinating my revision!), and I stumbled across some stuff I'd written quite a while ago, and this is one of them. I haven't seen any Angel episodes in a while, but I think this is set somewhere after Darla stakes herself in order to give birth to Connor. It shouldn't make too much difference as to exactly when, as long as you consider it latter season three. Anyways, all that outta the way, the summary says it all really! This is Drusilla, musing over her 'family' and how they were torn apart.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, but I think that was predictable. If not...you're more gullible than I thought.
Scattered.
My family is no more.
Once, long ago, we existed in a place where the scent of fear was like a perfume in the air. The moon and all the stars sang to me then, pretty lullabies of blood and violence.
But now they all fall silent. Hush, hush, sleep tight, sweet dreams. Dreams of the fun we had.
My daddy is poisoned: poisoned by a nasty soul, eating away at him. Won't let him sleep, won't let him feed, won't let him run with us. My daddy won't play any more. Instead, he sits unhappy in the City of Angels, won't hear the whispers inside him. Won't be happy with that soul, oh no. Wants to do good. Wants to help the humans, little packages of sweet blood wrapped in emotion. Sweet blood like syrup, running down my throat. My angel won't accept that, no, he won't come back. Not yet, not now.
My daddy won't come home.
Grandmummy was angry at him, angry because of the wicked spirit polluting him. He killed her once with his defiance, bad boy, then again with a stake. Then she came back, the lawyers who tasted like milk and honey brought her back. I made her my childe, my baby, my daughter. I was a mummy.
She was angry at first. I didn't know why. Her aura cried out with it. But Grandmum soon changed her mind when she tasted blood once more. Then the AngelBeast set us on fire and the fun burnt with it. Grandmum left then and I didn't see her again.
Now she's ash, floating in the breeze, soft whispers inside Daddy. Shh, hear, she still sings. You have to listen close, she won't sing loud. Silence as we dance. The gods are chanting.
Spike never could hear them. My poor boy's gone all away. To her. The Slayer, with her blonde hair and hands of death. I saw it first, before him, the way she danced in his eyes and mind. My black knight can't fight with that chip hurting him, killing him when he tries to feed. Didn't want me to care for him, oh no. He wanted her, wanted to kill me for her. She hurts him like the chip, controls him like it too. Won't let him rest, like a soul. My brave, dark, vicious warrior has faded away like a rainbow, trickled away like the raindrops. Can't bring him back. No one can.
Even I can't save him.
My family is dead. My daddy is being eaten by the monstrous soul in him, nasty thing. My grandmummy isn't any more. She'll not wake again. My boy has run to the Slayer, to die. He'll waste away if she doesn't love him back. He will waste away because she refuses to love him.
The moon and the stars still shine on, but they won't sing for me any more. Shh, night night.
One day, when their light goes out, will I be scattered to the wind like my family, too?
Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading, and please review!