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Summary: This is my perspective on how Drusilla chose her consort.
Rating: PG
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I can hear them, the stars and the moon. They tell me where I can find him. At my boy's hands shall be the death of two slayers, the whispers tell me. The whispers tell me how to bring him into the dark with me, and stay forever.
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William sat on a street corner, a few tears welling in his eyes. He had put all his feelings into that poem, and Cecily and the men had laughed at him. The men said that they'd rather be impaled with a rusted railroad spike then listen to more "bloody poetry".
All the sudden, a feminine, almost childish voice came floating from a nearby alley. "She hurt you...poor William."
"How do you know that? How do you know my name?" he asked.
"The moon whispered it to me, but I can make it all better." The shadowed figure replied, coming a bit toward him.
William could see the figure clearer now, it was indeed female, a pastel- skinned female with contrasting raven black hair. She wore a cream-toned dress that reflected innocence. Her lips were an unnatural crimson red, and she looked stunning to him.
"How could you 'make it better'? I was humiliated in front of the girl I thought I loved!" he almost-yelled, surprising himself at his loud tone.
"Don't yell, dear one, I'll take all the pain away." She replied, and advanced toward him. She wrapped her arms around him, "I'm cold." She whispered in his ear.
She was right; the girl was cold to the touch. "It's alright, I'll warm you up." He said back, taking off his suit jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. She leaned over and planted cool kisses on his cheek, then his lips, and finally his neck.
The last thing William could remember before blacking out was a searing pain on his neck.
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He was wonderfully delicious. I took less than my rumbly tummy wanted, then bit my wrist and offered him mine. He was the one; I could taste it on my tongue, amongst the coppery taste.
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A bitter liquid dripped in William's mouth, but he instinctively slurped it, slurping turning into greedily sucking the unknown liquid.
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I smiled over at my new boy. Daddy has grandmummy, but now I have someone. And after my Angel leaves me, which the stars told me he would, then I'll have my darling dark prince to keep me company. I'll have to take him back to room, I'll hide him from daddy and Grandmummy Darla there. I pick him up, and carry him all the way to my room, in grandmummy and daddy's house.
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William awoke, cool silk sheets surrounding his body.
"Shhhh, it's alright my William." The female from the alley said in a soft voice, putting one finger over his mouth.
"If you're too loud, daddy and grandmummy will hear you."
He pondered what she had told him for a moment, then asked, "Where am I?"
"You're here, with me...I made you, you're my little boy."
Drusilla said proudly, stroking his forehead.
"What are you talking about?" William asked, raising one eyebrow.
"You're a vampire, a creature of the night."
Drusilla explained to her new childe.
William smirked evilly, he didn't care about the fact that vampires didn't exist. All he was thinking was revenge.
"Ooooh, revenge! Sounds wonderful..."
Drusilla approved, clapping her hands.
"But first, before we go, what is the name of a pretty thing such as yourself?" William asked politely, taking her hand in his and kissing it lightly.
"Drusilla, but you may call me Dru if you wish."
"Excellent."
He replied.
A/N- Review if you want me to continue! I need a bit of reviewer fuel to fuel my imagination!
Summary: This is my perspective on how Drusilla chose her consort.
Rating: PG
^^^^^
I can hear them, the stars and the moon. They tell me where I can find him. At my boy's hands shall be the death of two slayers, the whispers tell me. The whispers tell me how to bring him into the dark with me, and stay forever.
^^^^^
William sat on a street corner, a few tears welling in his eyes. He had put all his feelings into that poem, and Cecily and the men had laughed at him. The men said that they'd rather be impaled with a rusted railroad spike then listen to more "bloody poetry".
All the sudden, a feminine, almost childish voice came floating from a nearby alley. "She hurt you...poor William."
"How do you know that? How do you know my name?" he asked.
"The moon whispered it to me, but I can make it all better." The shadowed figure replied, coming a bit toward him.
William could see the figure clearer now, it was indeed female, a pastel- skinned female with contrasting raven black hair. She wore a cream-toned dress that reflected innocence. Her lips were an unnatural crimson red, and she looked stunning to him.
"How could you 'make it better'? I was humiliated in front of the girl I thought I loved!" he almost-yelled, surprising himself at his loud tone.
"Don't yell, dear one, I'll take all the pain away." She replied, and advanced toward him. She wrapped her arms around him, "I'm cold." She whispered in his ear.
She was right; the girl was cold to the touch. "It's alright, I'll warm you up." He said back, taking off his suit jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. She leaned over and planted cool kisses on his cheek, then his lips, and finally his neck.
The last thing William could remember before blacking out was a searing pain on his neck.
^^^^^
He was wonderfully delicious. I took less than my rumbly tummy wanted, then bit my wrist and offered him mine. He was the one; I could taste it on my tongue, amongst the coppery taste.
^^^^^
A bitter liquid dripped in William's mouth, but he instinctively slurped it, slurping turning into greedily sucking the unknown liquid.
^^^^^
I smiled over at my new boy. Daddy has grandmummy, but now I have someone. And after my Angel leaves me, which the stars told me he would, then I'll have my darling dark prince to keep me company. I'll have to take him back to room, I'll hide him from daddy and Grandmummy Darla there. I pick him up, and carry him all the way to my room, in grandmummy and daddy's house.
^^^^^
William awoke, cool silk sheets surrounding his body.
"Shhhh, it's alright my William." The female from the alley said in a soft voice, putting one finger over his mouth.
"If you're too loud, daddy and grandmummy will hear you."
He pondered what she had told him for a moment, then asked, "Where am I?"
"You're here, with me...I made you, you're my little boy."
Drusilla said proudly, stroking his forehead.
"What are you talking about?" William asked, raising one eyebrow.
"You're a vampire, a creature of the night."
Drusilla explained to her new childe.
William smirked evilly, he didn't care about the fact that vampires didn't exist. All he was thinking was revenge.
"Ooooh, revenge! Sounds wonderful..."
Drusilla approved, clapping her hands.
"But first, before we go, what is the name of a pretty thing such as yourself?" William asked politely, taking her hand in his and kissing it lightly.
"Drusilla, but you may call me Dru if you wish."
"Excellent."
He replied.
A/N- Review if you want me to continue! I need a bit of reviewer fuel to fuel my imagination!