I Am Beauty

Title: I Am Beauty

Author: Pandora North Star

Rating: PG-15

Notes: Sort of metaphysical vision type story.

"Angelus are my eyes black?" Drusilla batted her eyelashes. Angelus smiled at her with the patience of a grandfather.

"No. They are the brown of mahogany wood." He returned his eyes to his painting. She was sprawled out on a chaise lounge. His sire was elsewhere. Gone hunting. He loved these moments alone with his childe, his creation born of ingenious evil unto eternity, as an insane goddess. "Stop squirming."

"But the velvet itches my insides. It hurts. It's a wonderful pain. Is my hair orange?"

"No. It's black like your heart." She laughed.

"Like ashes. Like night. Black as night." She touched her head. She wanted to know because it had been so long since she had seen herself. "It's almost done isn't it? All the little brush strokes. Angelus your an artist of malevolence.

" Patient my Chere. Beauty and finesse take time. It's a required skill." His eyes lowered over the canvas. He licked his lips as the pale paint touched the canvas. How could he capture her alabaster skin so people someday would admire his painting and know how wonderful this creature is?

Her pink lips turned into a pout. Her pink lips stained with blood. A demon in the body of a virgin. Or a past virgin. Hadn't been since he had changed her, but she still held the innocence of a virgin in life. A doll stared at him from its perch atop the lounge. It dared him to make love to this girl again before its eyes. But he wanted to finish the painting.

"Do you remember what you look like Angelus? You have an angelic face. Like Lucifer. He was God's favorite. The most beautiful before he fell. Did you fall into hell?"

"I did. Then I arose as a God myself." He looked around at her arrogantly. His face morphed. "I am a GOD." He said again.

"Oh yes. You are my beautiful God. You gave me life. You gave me blood." Her face changed. It annoyed him. He wanted to capture her other face.

"Drusilla honey, just a little while longer."

"Yes daddy." Her voice was sing song. She shifted exposing more of her skin scandalously. "If I beg and plead will the moon come and take me? Will it rape me?"

"Try and call to it. Find out." He was almost done. To bad he hadn't used his artistic talents in life. He had been a lazy bum. But now. Now he was the scourge of Europe. No one messed with him. She moaned and shuddered, humming in a low voice.

Then she convulsed and sat up. Her naked body beckoned to him. She smiled. "Oh Angelus. I had a lovely picture in my mind."

" Oh?" He paused the brush almost touching the canvas for the last few touches.

"I'm to have a baby." She rocked her arms. He shook his head.

"A boy. I always wanted a baby." She clapped her hands. He grunted, annoyed.

"Sit back damn it. Do you want me to finish it or not?"

"Oh yes." She lay back down. "I miss myself. I miss my eyes. I miss my hair. I miss my nose. Is it an ugly nose?"

"No. It's perfect." He finished. "Done." She jumped up and leaned over him. Her skin touched his. He growled. His loins hurt.

"Oh it's lovely. To beautiful. It isn't me."

"It is." He licked the arm that was by his face. Then he nipped at her wrist.

"Show me how beautiful I am." She pushed her naked body at him and he pinned her against him. Then he pushed her back. His buttons had made imprints on her body. He pulled her to the lounge.