Something New
by AlienPred18
Disclaimers: I don't own anyone. They all belong to Joss
Notes: See Part 1
"... ly should try Cocoa."
"But I like this one."
"I told you, if you wanted blue, you'd have to pick a lighter shade."
This is what Brandon slowly woke up to. His head was pounding and he had to fight the urge to vomit. He must have made some kind of noise, because he heard, "Oh, good. I'll get a second opinion."
Darla walked to her bound and gagged prisoner and began lightly jabbing at his shoulder. "Hey you. Wake up. Come on, open your eyes. I need your opinion about something."
Brandon slowly opened his eyes. Darla was standing beside him and a blurry blob, which he assumed was Drusilla, was a little further away. After his eyes focused, he saw that Drusilla was wearing a slip and had a dress in her hand.
"Hey," Darla called, causing him to focus on her again, "Now tell me, does that dress really look good on Dru?" she asked, pointing to the navy blue dress in Dru's hand. "Or would this look better?" she continued, holding up a light brown dress and taking his gag off.
To say that Brandon was terrified would be an understatement. He was being asked about fashion by two very dangerous vampires. Not to mention, one was quite insane. He couldn't help, but remember that this was how the Trojan War started. There was also the fact that he didn't know anything about fashion, but Darla was looking at him insistently. He had to say something, he just hoped that spending all that time with his female friends would prove useful. "I have to agree with Darla."
"See," she said, happy that he agreed with her.
"You're just saying that, because she could rip your throat out," Dru accused, angry that he didn't agree with her. She let her demon show and started to growl as if to prove that she could rip his throat out as well.
"That's not the only reason, although that is a good one," she admitted. Then she tapped his shoulder, "Go on. Tell your other reasons," she said, interested to see if he would be able to sedate her insane companion.
"Uh, well...," he stammered, "You see Drusilla..."
"Dru."
"Oh... okay. Dru. You see, uh... your features are more, ah, nature oriented," Brandon said starting to get in the groove. "You see, uh, the navy blue that you have doesn't... accent your characteristics. Yeah and like the dress Darla has... uh... really puntuates the paleness of skin, while... um... blending beautifully with your eyes and hair. Your dress just doesn't... emit that aura of... dark goddess, which you naturally... uh... emit," Brandon finally finished hoping his logic would please the vampire.
Dru thought about it for awhile, then said smiling, "Death says the sweetest things." And took the dress Darla was holding and went to change.
Darla looked at their prisoner with a new eye. She had been certain that Dru was going to rip his throat out, but he had talked, or rather stammered his way out of, what would have been, a gruesome death. He was resourceful, she'd give him that.
Brandon, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. He had just, barely, missed being a late night or maybe a late day vamp snack. Actually, he wasn't sure what time it was. All he knew was that he had to get out of here somehow.
"You can't get out of here," Darla said suddenly. At the look of his stunned face, she continued, "No, I can't read your mind, but most humans think about escaping after their first near death experience." She then leaned in really close to him. "Now, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth," she whispered. She began raking her nails through his hair. "Why are you with Wolfram and Hart?"
"They brought me here to get Angel," he said quietly. The idea of lying to her never even crossed his mind. He could tell she didn't like the answer, though, because when he said Angel's name, the vampire stiffened and her nails started digging into his scalp.
Dru walzed out, wearing the brown dress. "You will too," she said, pointing to Brandon. "They won't even have time to scream," she said smirking and walzed to music only she could hear.
by AlienPred18
Disclaimers: I don't own anyone. They all belong to Joss
Notes: See Part 1
"... ly should try Cocoa."
"But I like this one."
"I told you, if you wanted blue, you'd have to pick a lighter shade."
This is what Brandon slowly woke up to. His head was pounding and he had to fight the urge to vomit. He must have made some kind of noise, because he heard, "Oh, good. I'll get a second opinion."
Darla walked to her bound and gagged prisoner and began lightly jabbing at his shoulder. "Hey you. Wake up. Come on, open your eyes. I need your opinion about something."
Brandon slowly opened his eyes. Darla was standing beside him and a blurry blob, which he assumed was Drusilla, was a little further away. After his eyes focused, he saw that Drusilla was wearing a slip and had a dress in her hand.
"Hey," Darla called, causing him to focus on her again, "Now tell me, does that dress really look good on Dru?" she asked, pointing to the navy blue dress in Dru's hand. "Or would this look better?" she continued, holding up a light brown dress and taking his gag off.
To say that Brandon was terrified would be an understatement. He was being asked about fashion by two very dangerous vampires. Not to mention, one was quite insane. He couldn't help, but remember that this was how the Trojan War started. There was also the fact that he didn't know anything about fashion, but Darla was looking at him insistently. He had to say something, he just hoped that spending all that time with his female friends would prove useful. "I have to agree with Darla."
"See," she said, happy that he agreed with her.
"You're just saying that, because she could rip your throat out," Dru accused, angry that he didn't agree with her. She let her demon show and started to growl as if to prove that she could rip his throat out as well.
"That's not the only reason, although that is a good one," she admitted. Then she tapped his shoulder, "Go on. Tell your other reasons," she said, interested to see if he would be able to sedate her insane companion.
"Uh, well...," he stammered, "You see Drusilla..."
"Dru."
"Oh... okay. Dru. You see, uh... your features are more, ah, nature oriented," Brandon said starting to get in the groove. "You see, uh, the navy blue that you have doesn't... accent your characteristics. Yeah and like the dress Darla has... uh... really puntuates the paleness of skin, while... um... blending beautifully with your eyes and hair. Your dress just doesn't... emit that aura of... dark goddess, which you naturally... uh... emit," Brandon finally finished hoping his logic would please the vampire.
Dru thought about it for awhile, then said smiling, "Death says the sweetest things." And took the dress Darla was holding and went to change.
Darla looked at their prisoner with a new eye. She had been certain that Dru was going to rip his throat out, but he had talked, or rather stammered his way out of, what would have been, a gruesome death. He was resourceful, she'd give him that.
Brandon, on the other hand, was sweating bullets. He had just, barely, missed being a late night or maybe a late day vamp snack. Actually, he wasn't sure what time it was. All he knew was that he had to get out of here somehow.
"You can't get out of here," Darla said suddenly. At the look of his stunned face, she continued, "No, I can't read your mind, but most humans think about escaping after their first near death experience." She then leaned in really close to him. "Now, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth," she whispered. She began raking her nails through his hair. "Why are you with Wolfram and Hart?"
"They brought me here to get Angel," he said quietly. The idea of lying to her never even crossed his mind. He could tell she didn't like the answer, though, because when he said Angel's name, the vampire stiffened and her nails started digging into his scalp.
Dru walzed out, wearing the brown dress. "You will too," she said, pointing to Brandon. "They won't even have time to scream," she said smirking and walzed to music only she could hear.