Title: Jaded Dove
Author: Dana
Content: Violence, blood letting.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part six of Willow Mine. Dawn discovers something.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Sunlight streamed through the open windows, highlighting the blonde in the
still figure's hair. Amber hued locks danced in the breeze around a blank face.
Across the room, the young girl watched her sister sitting in the sunlight.
Worry started to fill her as she thought back to last night when she had come
flying into the house and locked herself in her room. She had knocked on the
door for so long and Buffy still hadn't come out. Only whimpers and screams
could be heard.
Anger started to color the edges of her worry. She needed Buffy but she was
going completely batty. The soft voice of her conscience chided her. She knew
that the blonde was having a hard time. Between dying, being raised from the
dead and Willow going evil over Tara's death, it was enough to upset anyone.
Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself and walked out of the house.
Pausing for a moment, she contemplated leaving her sister a note before
muttering to herself. "As if she'd notice I was gone."
Thoughts of the redhead danced around her head as she walked down the sun
warmed street. Willow and Tara, they went together so well. Then the Scooby
witch started to dabble in darker magic and her lover had left her. Images of
Tara flickered through Dawn's mind. Pale body slumped on the floor in the
middle of a puddle of blood. Sitting there for hours while her heart screamed,
floodgates of despair that opened when the girl wouldn't wake. Having Buffy and
Xander find her, all alone with her friend's dead body.
Then Willow! Always Willow trying to hurt her – the broken arm and then trying
to turn her back into the Key; wanting to take away all Dawn's humanity and
everything she had grown to love. Willow almost succeeded and that thought
chilled Dawn. Knowing just how close she was to dying was a frightening thought
and knowing that she was afraid of her former friend was just as sad. The
threat was gone now. The red head carted away to England with Giles so the
witch could recover.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Dawn looked around. Surprise filled her as
she found herself in Spike's crypt. Anger flooded her senses, making her vision
blur. He had left her and had tried to rape her sister! How could he have done
that? The bleached blonde had been her friend. Weeks of anger and anguish
finally broke through. Picking up a chair, she threw it against the wall and
started a whirlwind of destruction.
Exhausted and drained, the brunette sank into a heap on the cool floor. Soft
whimpers shook her body as she cried for all the pain and terror. Minutes that
seemed like hours passed as she lay on the marble floor, too tired to move or
care. Finally the soft skittering of a rat across the floor shook her out of
her despair and she rose. Dusting her jeans off, Dawn turned sharply at noise
behind her, hands searching for her stake. Panic set in when she found she had
forgotten it. Hesitantly she called out, wanting a face for her fear. "Is
anyone there?"
Soft giggles floated through the dusty air and lilting voice called back to
her. "Little mouse, little mouse come out and play." Moving out of the shadows,
a darkly beautiful face stared at the girl standing before her. "Little mouse
doesn't want to play?"
Dawn's eyes widen with knowledge of the woman before her. She was going to die.
The promise of it lingered on the vampire's face. "Drusilla."
Happily the vampire clapped her hands together. The child knew of her!
Catching the girl's eyes, she smiled. So this was the sister of the slayer.
Hearing soft whispers, she tilted her head and listened to the stars. "They
speak of you, little mouse. Telling of how much fun we'll have together. Your
blood will sing for me."
Squeaking with fear, the young girl turned to run out the door of the crypt
only to find it blocked. Her fear doubled as she stared at a deathly pale
redhead. Her lip started to tremble as she looked up into the smiling face.
"Willow?"
Drusilla moved up behind the girl, wrapping her delicate arms around Dawn's
waist. Giggling softly to herself, she felt her little mouse tense. Leaning
forward she nipped at an ear before whispering to her childe. "She'll play so
prettily for us, beloved."
A smile crept onto Willow face as she looked at her sire. Realization dawned on
her face, her lover wanted to keep the child. Tilting her head thoughtfully,
she reached out and stroked a piece of the Key's hair. "Do you want to play for
us, Dawnie?"
"Why aren't you in England?"
Laughing softly, she grinned at the girl mockingly. "Aw, I'm hurt, Dawnie! I
really am. You haven't guessed what I am yet?"
Sorrow flickered over Dawn's features as she realized Willow's new
circumstances. She still feared her, now more than ever, but hadn't wanted her
dead. And certainly not a vampire. "Why?"
Willow rolled her eyes at the cliché question. Shaking her head, she picked up
the young woman's wrist and looked at it. Blood pulsed under the skin, singing
for her. "Really, I would have expected a different question from you." She
traced the veins with her nail as she drank up the fear coming off her toy in
waves. "You don't know about losing your lover! You don't understand the pain
or the joy of getting revenge. Besides, I'm so much better now."
"I don't know?" Anger, bright and intense in its power filled the young
brunette. Jerking her wrist away from the vampire, she elbowed the loony
vampire behind her and started to struggle. "I know all about pain! You tried
to kill us!"
Frowning, Drusilla tightened her grip as she wrapped her hand around Dawn's
throat. Little mouse was beginning to annoy her. The stars said she was to
belong to princess and she would. Spinning the girl, she caught blue eyes with
her own and pulled the girl into her enchantment. Whispering softly, she used a
sharp fingernail to cut her wrist and held it up to waiting lips. "Drink little
mouse, you will belong to me. Not to that nasty slayer."
There was nothing but the vampire's sable eyes. Dawn's mind was blank as she
fell into the trap. Eagerness started to fill her, a need to make her mistress
happy. She closed her mouth over the open wound and drank, holding the pale arm
tightly. Then there was no more, the arm moved and she started to whine softly.
"Don't fret little mouse, mummy is here." Cooing softly, Drusilla calmed her
new toy down. Leaning down, she whispered softly. "You belong to me, you ache
for me and you will not tell that nasty slayer where we are." Giving the girl a
shove towards the door, she smiled. "Go home, pet."
Dawn walked through the night in a daze, her body aching for her mistress.
Slowly, her mind started to come back to her and she finally focused on her
surroundings. Wondering when night had set in, she found herself in front of
her house wondering what she had been doing all day.
Cool arms wrapped themselves around Drusilla's body and a soft voice tinged
with amusement tickled her ear. "Little mouse, Dru?"
Smiling, the brunette vampire turned her head and caught her childe in a kiss
before giggling softly. "The stars say she will be my little mouse, and they
never lie, lovey."
"What did you do to her?"
Humming softly Drusilla nuzzled her lover's neck as she explained the ancient
ritual to her childe. "Little mouse drank of me. I make her blood sizzle now,
she's my new pet. My darling little servant to play with."
Laughing, Willow grabbed onto her sire's hand and pulled the woman with her. If
her lover wanted the girl as a toy she wasn't going to argue with her. It only
changed her plans a little. In fact, as she thought about it she realized how
much it would hurt everyone. To have the slayer's sister and a powerful being
in Drusilla's grasp. "She was so easy." Grinning happily, she walked with the
brunette as they trailed after the girl making sure she got home alright. It
wouldn't do to have the new toy being attacked, even if they did have most of
the vampires under their rule. "She's like a little angry bird – a jaded dove."
Author: Dana
Content: Violence, blood letting.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part six of Willow Mine. Dawn discovers something.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Sunlight streamed through the open windows, highlighting the blonde in the
still figure's hair. Amber hued locks danced in the breeze around a blank face.
Across the room, the young girl watched her sister sitting in the sunlight.
Worry started to fill her as she thought back to last night when she had come
flying into the house and locked herself in her room. She had knocked on the
door for so long and Buffy still hadn't come out. Only whimpers and screams
could be heard.
Anger started to color the edges of her worry. She needed Buffy but she was
going completely batty. The soft voice of her conscience chided her. She knew
that the blonde was having a hard time. Between dying, being raised from the
dead and Willow going evil over Tara's death, it was enough to upset anyone.
Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around herself and walked out of the house.
Pausing for a moment, she contemplated leaving her sister a note before
muttering to herself. "As if she'd notice I was gone."
Thoughts of the redhead danced around her head as she walked down the sun
warmed street. Willow and Tara, they went together so well. Then the Scooby
witch started to dabble in darker magic and her lover had left her. Images of
Tara flickered through Dawn's mind. Pale body slumped on the floor in the
middle of a puddle of blood. Sitting there for hours while her heart screamed,
floodgates of despair that opened when the girl wouldn't wake. Having Buffy and
Xander find her, all alone with her friend's dead body.
Then Willow! Always Willow trying to hurt her – the broken arm and then trying
to turn her back into the Key; wanting to take away all Dawn's humanity and
everything she had grown to love. Willow almost succeeded and that thought
chilled Dawn. Knowing just how close she was to dying was a frightening thought
and knowing that she was afraid of her former friend was just as sad. The
threat was gone now. The red head carted away to England with Giles so the
witch could recover.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Dawn looked around. Surprise filled her as
she found herself in Spike's crypt. Anger flooded her senses, making her vision
blur. He had left her and had tried to rape her sister! How could he have done
that? The bleached blonde had been her friend. Weeks of anger and anguish
finally broke through. Picking up a chair, she threw it against the wall and
started a whirlwind of destruction.
Exhausted and drained, the brunette sank into a heap on the cool floor. Soft
whimpers shook her body as she cried for all the pain and terror. Minutes that
seemed like hours passed as she lay on the marble floor, too tired to move or
care. Finally the soft skittering of a rat across the floor shook her out of
her despair and she rose. Dusting her jeans off, Dawn turned sharply at noise
behind her, hands searching for her stake. Panic set in when she found she had
forgotten it. Hesitantly she called out, wanting a face for her fear. "Is
anyone there?"
Soft giggles floated through the dusty air and lilting voice called back to
her. "Little mouse, little mouse come out and play." Moving out of the shadows,
a darkly beautiful face stared at the girl standing before her. "Little mouse
doesn't want to play?"
Dawn's eyes widen with knowledge of the woman before her. She was going to die.
The promise of it lingered on the vampire's face. "Drusilla."
Happily the vampire clapped her hands together. The child knew of her!
Catching the girl's eyes, she smiled. So this was the sister of the slayer.
Hearing soft whispers, she tilted her head and listened to the stars. "They
speak of you, little mouse. Telling of how much fun we'll have together. Your
blood will sing for me."
Squeaking with fear, the young girl turned to run out the door of the crypt
only to find it blocked. Her fear doubled as she stared at a deathly pale
redhead. Her lip started to tremble as she looked up into the smiling face.
"Willow?"
Drusilla moved up behind the girl, wrapping her delicate arms around Dawn's
waist. Giggling softly to herself, she felt her little mouse tense. Leaning
forward she nipped at an ear before whispering to her childe. "She'll play so
prettily for us, beloved."
A smile crept onto Willow face as she looked at her sire. Realization dawned on
her face, her lover wanted to keep the child. Tilting her head thoughtfully,
she reached out and stroked a piece of the Key's hair. "Do you want to play for
us, Dawnie?"
"Why aren't you in England?"
Laughing softly, she grinned at the girl mockingly. "Aw, I'm hurt, Dawnie! I
really am. You haven't guessed what I am yet?"
Sorrow flickered over Dawn's features as she realized Willow's new
circumstances. She still feared her, now more than ever, but hadn't wanted her
dead. And certainly not a vampire. "Why?"
Willow rolled her eyes at the cliché question. Shaking her head, she picked up
the young woman's wrist and looked at it. Blood pulsed under the skin, singing
for her. "Really, I would have expected a different question from you." She
traced the veins with her nail as she drank up the fear coming off her toy in
waves. "You don't know about losing your lover! You don't understand the pain
or the joy of getting revenge. Besides, I'm so much better now."
"I don't know?" Anger, bright and intense in its power filled the young
brunette. Jerking her wrist away from the vampire, she elbowed the loony
vampire behind her and started to struggle. "I know all about pain! You tried
to kill us!"
Frowning, Drusilla tightened her grip as she wrapped her hand around Dawn's
throat. Little mouse was beginning to annoy her. The stars said she was to
belong to princess and she would. Spinning the girl, she caught blue eyes with
her own and pulled the girl into her enchantment. Whispering softly, she used a
sharp fingernail to cut her wrist and held it up to waiting lips. "Drink little
mouse, you will belong to me. Not to that nasty slayer."
There was nothing but the vampire's sable eyes. Dawn's mind was blank as she
fell into the trap. Eagerness started to fill her, a need to make her mistress
happy. She closed her mouth over the open wound and drank, holding the pale arm
tightly. Then there was no more, the arm moved and she started to whine softly.
"Don't fret little mouse, mummy is here." Cooing softly, Drusilla calmed her
new toy down. Leaning down, she whispered softly. "You belong to me, you ache
for me and you will not tell that nasty slayer where we are." Giving the girl a
shove towards the door, she smiled. "Go home, pet."
Dawn walked through the night in a daze, her body aching for her mistress.
Slowly, her mind started to come back to her and she finally focused on her
surroundings. Wondering when night had set in, she found herself in front of
her house wondering what she had been doing all day.
Cool arms wrapped themselves around Drusilla's body and a soft voice tinged
with amusement tickled her ear. "Little mouse, Dru?"
Smiling, the brunette vampire turned her head and caught her childe in a kiss
before giggling softly. "The stars say she will be my little mouse, and they
never lie, lovey."
"What did you do to her?"
Humming softly Drusilla nuzzled her lover's neck as she explained the ancient
ritual to her childe. "Little mouse drank of me. I make her blood sizzle now,
she's my new pet. My darling little servant to play with."
Laughing, Willow grabbed onto her sire's hand and pulled the woman with her. If
her lover wanted the girl as a toy she wasn't going to argue with her. It only
changed her plans a little. In fact, as she thought about it she realized how
much it would hurt everyone. To have the slayer's sister and a powerful being
in Drusilla's grasp. "She was so easy." Grinning happily, she walked with the
brunette as they trailed after the girl making sure she got home alright. It
wouldn't do to have the new toy being attacked, even if they did have most of
the vampires under their rule. "She's like a little angry bird – a jaded dove."