Chapter Three- Minutes later...
Drusilla saw nothing. She didn't see any movement whatsoever, that spooked her. Just a few minutes ago everything around her seemed to be closing in on her, now all was quiet and still. She turned around and slowly began to walk the way she came, walk back home.
She had wandered so far from home, her mother would be very cross with her. Drusilla had no excuse to go so far so late. She couldn't talk about the strange feelings she'd been having lately, that she thought someone was watching her. She couldn't tell her mother about the whispers of the trees or the visions she had. Those awful visions. The thought of them sped up the race of her heart.
Drusilla wanted to be back in her house, in the warmness of her room. It was so very cold outside, so sudden. She was chilled to the bone, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or because of whoever was watching her. She was so petrified of whatever was staring at her, stalking her wherever she went.
Drusilla's eyes darted everywhere as she began to quicken her pace. Still she saw nothing, just blackness surrounding her. The eyes bore a hole through her, they were so intense, so focused upon her.
She gathered up her dress in her hands and accelerated her stride, even faster. That's when she knew the eyes were coming closer. Drusilla didn't even bother to look for the eyes just moved faster, hoping so escape the wrath of who the eyes belonged to.
Then with no warning there he was in her path. He was nothing like she thought he would be. He was tall and quite handsome, although quite pale. The man looked as if he was not much older then she yet she felt he had been more places and done more then a man three times his age. He had shoulder length brown hair and deep set brown eyes, peering at her in a way that made her feel unclean.
"Sir, why do you follow me?" Drusilla asked, with confidence she didn't feel.
"You're so beautiful, and innocent. So pure." The man reached out touched her cheek as if he owned her. "My child." he smiled, a grin of the devil.
She backed away from him in horror. She knew him, knew his voice at least. Her thoughts went back to the strange confession she had with the new priest a month earlier. It was him.
"What are you?" she whispered fearing the answer.
"Oh, I think you know by now." the man said advancing towards her.
"You're. . . evil." Drusilla said, realizing it as she said it, her eyes grew wide in terror.
"Close, I'm Angelus." The handsome man smiled at her, and then his features began to contort and shift. His forehead grew rippled, his eyes seemed to become closer together and glow, gold in the darkness. Worse was his mouth, his teeth grew long and savage like a beast. She had seen pictures of evil beings like him.
"You're a monster!" she cried out, fearing for her life. "A demon!"
"That's so cute, you're scared." he took a deep breath. "I love that smell, terror." he beared his sharp teeth at her.
"Is this my punishment for being cursed? Are you going to kill me?" she asked, backing up, trying to put distance between her and the demon known as Angelus.
"Punishment? No. Am I going to kill you? Yes." He nodded and she whimpered. "Oh don't worry, I'm not killing you now." he laughed.
"No, please don't kill me. I'll do anything." she begged.
"Tempting offer." he smirked, in that moment she felt more angry at him then she had ever felt toward anyone. She could feel the evilness from within him and it made her sick, disgusted her.
Drusilla took a chance, gathering her skirts in her hands once again and began to run as fast as she could. Behind her she heard the demon laugh hysterically at her move. She made it a few yards away before he started coming after her.
Then in the distance a beautiful golden light appeared from out of nowhere. It gleamed, calling her towards it like a beacon, whatever it was, was her only hope. She raced for it, running so fast she thought her heart would burst straight through her chest.
The light burned brightly as it waited for her, to save her from the demon. She raced to the light and suddenly she was in the light, and then she was gone. There was no trace of her and before the demon Angelus could follow her through the light disappeared. Leaving Angelus behind, wondering where the pure innocent Drusilla had gone to.
He stayed around for awhile looking for her, but since he was a demon or more precise a vampire, he had an astute sense of smell. Based on his smelling abilities he knew she was gone. He moped back to where he was staying in town, sad that the girl was gone. She had promised much fun, all his ideas on how to torture her, drive the girl with visions insane were dashed.
Drusilla saw nothing. She didn't see any movement whatsoever, that spooked her. Just a few minutes ago everything around her seemed to be closing in on her, now all was quiet and still. She turned around and slowly began to walk the way she came, walk back home.
She had wandered so far from home, her mother would be very cross with her. Drusilla had no excuse to go so far so late. She couldn't talk about the strange feelings she'd been having lately, that she thought someone was watching her. She couldn't tell her mother about the whispers of the trees or the visions she had. Those awful visions. The thought of them sped up the race of her heart.
Drusilla wanted to be back in her house, in the warmness of her room. It was so very cold outside, so sudden. She was chilled to the bone, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or because of whoever was watching her. She was so petrified of whatever was staring at her, stalking her wherever she went.
Drusilla's eyes darted everywhere as she began to quicken her pace. Still she saw nothing, just blackness surrounding her. The eyes bore a hole through her, they were so intense, so focused upon her.
She gathered up her dress in her hands and accelerated her stride, even faster. That's when she knew the eyes were coming closer. Drusilla didn't even bother to look for the eyes just moved faster, hoping so escape the wrath of who the eyes belonged to.
Then with no warning there he was in her path. He was nothing like she thought he would be. He was tall and quite handsome, although quite pale. The man looked as if he was not much older then she yet she felt he had been more places and done more then a man three times his age. He had shoulder length brown hair and deep set brown eyes, peering at her in a way that made her feel unclean.
"Sir, why do you follow me?" Drusilla asked, with confidence she didn't feel.
"You're so beautiful, and innocent. So pure." The man reached out touched her cheek as if he owned her. "My child." he smiled, a grin of the devil.
She backed away from him in horror. She knew him, knew his voice at least. Her thoughts went back to the strange confession she had with the new priest a month earlier. It was him.
"What are you?" she whispered fearing the answer.
"Oh, I think you know by now." the man said advancing towards her.
"You're. . . evil." Drusilla said, realizing it as she said it, her eyes grew wide in terror.
"Close, I'm Angelus." The handsome man smiled at her, and then his features began to contort and shift. His forehead grew rippled, his eyes seemed to become closer together and glow, gold in the darkness. Worse was his mouth, his teeth grew long and savage like a beast. She had seen pictures of evil beings like him.
"You're a monster!" she cried out, fearing for her life. "A demon!"
"That's so cute, you're scared." he took a deep breath. "I love that smell, terror." he beared his sharp teeth at her.
"Is this my punishment for being cursed? Are you going to kill me?" she asked, backing up, trying to put distance between her and the demon known as Angelus.
"Punishment? No. Am I going to kill you? Yes." He nodded and she whimpered. "Oh don't worry, I'm not killing you now." he laughed.
"No, please don't kill me. I'll do anything." she begged.
"Tempting offer." he smirked, in that moment she felt more angry at him then she had ever felt toward anyone. She could feel the evilness from within him and it made her sick, disgusted her.
Drusilla took a chance, gathering her skirts in her hands once again and began to run as fast as she could. Behind her she heard the demon laugh hysterically at her move. She made it a few yards away before he started coming after her.
Then in the distance a beautiful golden light appeared from out of nowhere. It gleamed, calling her towards it like a beacon, whatever it was, was her only hope. She raced for it, running so fast she thought her heart would burst straight through her chest.
The light burned brightly as it waited for her, to save her from the demon. She raced to the light and suddenly she was in the light, and then she was gone. There was no trace of her and before the demon Angelus could follow her through the light disappeared. Leaving Angelus behind, wondering where the pure innocent Drusilla had gone to.
He stayed around for awhile looking for her, but since he was a demon or more precise a vampire, he had an astute sense of smell. Based on his smelling abilities he knew she was gone. He moped back to where he was staying in town, sad that the girl was gone. She had promised much fun, all his ideas on how to torture her, drive the girl with visions insane were dashed.