CHAPTER TWO - THE EARLY STIRRINGS OF STRANGE PLOTS
The sea was so calm and tranquil at night, Drusilla reflected dreamily, in a stormy turbulent sort of way of course. Who would possibly suspect among the mortals out here, that a great gargantuan squid was waiting below. Waiting to feast and take the world back for demon kind. Well, there was Django of course. He ought to know. Drusilla hugged herself in ecstasy. How clever her Django was. She'd told him about the squid of course, but still, the thought of him retaining that knowledge in that mighty beast of a head made Drusilla feel all delicate and girly inside.
Drusilla had been humming softly to the ocean. Letting her pet beast below know that it would soon be time for it to heed her summons. Django would worry ever so much about his little daisy if he knew she was out here all by herself. The way the night chill whispered to Dru she could just tell that the next few weeks were going to be fraught with event for the lovers. Drusilla wondered briefly what would happen to her Django once the demons took over the world again. Surely she would have some say in what went on though. He might need to take some thankless job as a car valet or such, but Drusilla would do all she could to make sure he was safe in the brave new (or old) world.
Drusilla was getting a bit famished now. She looked across to the zombie servant who waited beside the old carriage. He wouldn't do at all, of course. She would simply have to get started back to her old plantation hotel, if she wanted to make dinner arrangements. Oh well. "Goodbye my lovely beast beneath the ocean." Drusilla cooed a parting shot. "Be well and get ready for all the delightful tasks ahead of you when I call."
****
Drusilla had been looking forward to a lovely carriage ride back, in that dreamy way of hers. Experience should have taught her of course, that the ride would be every bit as bumpy and shaky as usual. Silly zombies, Drusilla criticised in her head. Just because they're simpletons doesn't mean they have to give up all attempts at finesse.
The carriage passed by a crossroads on it's way home. Just as always. It was such an eerie desolate place, Dru reflected. She could see why the humans feared such things so. Quiet as the grave (well a quiet grave anyway if there was such a thing) and so many eyes watching from the darkness. Drusilla had never been all that bothered by it before. Tonight however, the uneasiness of someone plotting against them in the night, had affected her somewhat. Made her become sullen and more imaginative.
Drusilla gasped to herself. The carriage had been just going past the crossroads, going straight ahead. And in the field along the way, it had seemed to her astonished gaze as if a scarecrow had moved just for a second. Not in a windswept way either. Now out of sight, Drusilla was wondering if she'd really seen it happen or not. She could just imagine it out there, leering at her. Drusilla absentmindedly crossed herself at the thought. And received a sizzling little burn on her chest for her troubles! Drusilla came back to earth with a seething hiss! How petty of God, Dru complained in her head. Just because she was no longer of his flock (and perhaps had never been, if her mother was to be believed on such matters). Drusilla sulked to herself and brought the shade down on her view from the carriage window. Bother it all anyway!
****
Django was out in the fields, doing his nightly patrol. There was no way, he was going to stay out here all night, shivering like a pillock, away from his Drusilla. All the same, it had become important to him to do a quick sweep over of the area a few times per night and patrol the whole land at least once. They were both sure that something malign was out there. Little incidents and feelings that made them feel on edge much of the time. Their newfound friendship with Loretta King, had just confirmed that there were strange things afoot out in these parts. Django gripped his rifle tighter and moved forward. Something occurred to make him grit his teeth.
The sentry he had on duty, just up ahead. Something big and brute leapt out at him and tore into the sentry with both force and speed. Django rapidly approached and aimed his rifle. He fired and a loud crack rent the night air. He re-cocked his weapon and fired again. The shape up ahead was already fleeing. The sentry was unmoving.
****
The cocky youth entered the cramped coal shed. "Are you sure we can't use some light miss?" Drusilla entered behind the young hotel guest and didn't answer. Not for the moment anyway. She was having too much fun, sizing the youth up. Taking her time to play with her little canary. She was going to have so much fun with this one. The cocky guest turned to her again.
Drusilla shook her head and licked her lips invitingly (not that he'd be able to see in this light of course). "Oh no, love. It's very important that we're not seen. I 'ave to keep my little desserts private from my terrible master. He's so wicked, keeping me prisoner. He hurts me you know. I never get the chance to have any fun."
The cocky guest laughed boldly. "I'll have to see about your master then. Wicked one! Feel the back of my hand he will on his head. I'll teach him a lesson alright." His voice leered into the darkness. "Right after I see to teaching you about the ways of love of course. A lesson you're never going to forget." Drusilla heard the rustle of the youth's belt loosening.
Drusilla pushed the youth up against the coal shed wall and stroked the bulge in his pants. He was the son of one of the British Colonial types who were staying at the hotel. "My but you're an 'andsome one aren't you?" Drusilla breathed heavily and passionately. Then as she moved her lips closer to the hot cheek of the youth, her voice became more aggressive and disapproving. "A silly bloody thing you are too. Wicked one! Wicked one? My Django takes very good care of me and all my needs. I won't have you spreading such lies about him! Filthy beast!"
A shot broke the night's whisper. A few seconds later and more shots began to follow. The youth started at that. "What was that then?" He began to move forward, pressing against Drusilla. Dru pushed him back again and lunged, her fangs tearing into the filthy beast's throat and savouring the warm blood that began to flow. He was a chocolate éclair this one. Too bad about his cocky ways and vile tongue!
****
Humph! Drusilla was back in her and Django's private quarters. She'd given up looking for her well thumbed copy of "Anna Karenina" and was leafing through some old "Bunty"s instead. It had not taken long for her features to go from registering idle amusement to tense concern. Finally Django returned from his patrol, walking in with his rifle, looking in some disarray about something.
Drusilla ran up to her love and kissed him on the cheek. Hugging him for comfort and support, she unburdened herself on him. "Oh I'm so glad you're back precious! I was getting worried. Sally's dog has to be taken to the vet and it's horribly distressing." She looked fitfully at Django and saw the tense troubled look on his brow. Drusilla stepped back a bit. "What's wrong with you then pet?"
Django breathed deep. "One of our sentries has been attacked by someone else's zombie. I saw it happen myself and took a few shots. I'm sure I hit it but somehow it got away and I lost track of it. The sentry's completely finished. No use to us now."
Drusilla sat back on the bed and returned to her comic. "That's just like the one we lost last week. I found his remains while I was feeding the chickens. Silly zombies!"
"This one that attacked ours wasn't so silly." Django warned, putting his rifle away and taking off his coat wearily. "Whoever sent him seems to have better control over their zombies than we do. I think they're testing our perimeter to gauge our defences."
Drusilla was more concerned now. "Better control?" Her voice started to quaver and her body shook with worry. "But that means the nasty fiend can interfere with our plans. It's not fair! I keep seeming to run into problems with the research for this summoning spell. Now this man is out there sending zombies to kill ours and spy on us. He's got all these tricks. He'll ruin everything!"
Django saw that his girl was about to lose it. He rushed over to her agitated, shaking form and took her trembling waist in his enfolding arms. He kissed Drusilla on the neck and whispered to her. "Now, now Dru. Don't let him get you all upset like this. You're getting better all the time at your own Voodoo rituals and such. You've done a good job so far of running our hotel and getting the zombies organised." Django squeezed Drusilla's waist and moved his hands up around her breasts and pulled her tight against him. "I have faith in you love."
"I just want to run my hotel and get my giant squid to rise up and take over the world for us." Drusilla whimpered, but taking comfort in Django's support. "That one thinks he runs things around here and he won't let anyone else have a go at making a success of things."
"You really think it's this Murder Legendre after all then?" Django asked his precious. She didn't answer though. It was obvious that this mysterious being was the one she suspected of moving against them. And it would only be a matter of time before he started to use even bolder methods.
Drusilla began to sway softly in her lover's arms. She realised she was such a lucky vampire girl, to have found someone who loved her so. A wicked little glint came over her eyes as she decided to test him. "Django? Miss Edith says that you couldn't go five minutes without being able to have sex with me!"
Django snuggled his chin against Drusilla's neck and contemplated. "Well, Miss Edith has always been very perceptive and clever. That's part of the reason she misbehaves sometimes. I think she's probably right about that."
Drusilla squealed with delight. Evidently, Django had passed the test. She spun round and flung him forcefully but softly on his back and pounced on him, planting a dangerously seductive kiss on his lips as she wrestled with his shirt buttons. For all Django's attempts to live up to Spike's legend, it was the differences between the two that Drusilla found irresistible at times. ****
They were lovemaking of course. Had been for sometime. Drusilla had been moaning sensuously with pleasure earlier but now she had become strangely silent. As Django sat atop of her, hands massaging the tips of Drusilla's breasts and his head coming down to kiss her on her chin, as he kept up his steady motion down below, he couldn't help noticing that familiar look on her face. Earlier it had been rapturous contentment but now Drusilla's eyes had become glazed over in trance. Django's baby was somewhere far off. He cursed inwardly and tried to focus. It wasn't easy though.
"Eyes filling the night sky." Drusilla whispered. "Seeing all! Gazing down and destroying all the little games afoot. He sees us now. He wants us!" Dru began to growl like a little wounded fox, caught in a trap. "His spies are out in the sugarcane fields. He's going to come and do all sorts of terrible things to us, just to show that he's still top dog and we're just little children in the sandbox!"
Django sighed with exasperation and rolled off his girlfriend with a grunt of defeat. He knew it wasn't her fault of course, but it was just so distracting and if she wasn't even conscious of his presence what was the point? He lay on his side of the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The strange and unpleasant things Drusilla could see, Django thought. In some ways he was glad he couldn't see them too. How nightmarish it all must be at times for her. He contented himself to merely lie by the side of her presence.
After a while, Drusilla began to move again. She'd become distracted. Django had been on top of her and it had all been lovely. She didn't feel him there anymore. Where had the naughty bushwhacker gone, who must be punished at once? Drusilla turned her head and looked at Django beside her. "Django, why did you stop darling?" Django looked over at her in surprise. The wicked beast! "We were making great music for all of heaven. The old ones were dancing to our beat and then you just stopped."
"You were having a vision or something, Dru." Django told her softly. "You didn't seem to even know I was there anymore. It just didn't feel right to continue. I didn't feel like I was doing a good job."
"Oh!" Drusilla moaned with sympathy like freshly baked cookies. "I'm a bad princess! Did I let myself get taken away from you and ruin our concert?" She turned over to him and sat on Django's legs, letting her nails trace along his chest. Django smiled up at her again and began to caress the hairs around her clitoris.
"The audience will want their money back!" Django got into the spirit of things again. "The newspapers will absolutely crucify us with tomorrow's reviews, if we don't have an encore."
Drusilla grinned wickedly. She hissed and bore her fangs for him and then her head was in a kamikaze dive for Django's erect cock. Seeing Dru's luscious fangs like that made Django feel a bit panicked. "Dru love, maybe you shouldn't- DRU LOVE! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" The night was alive with music again!
The sea was so calm and tranquil at night, Drusilla reflected dreamily, in a stormy turbulent sort of way of course. Who would possibly suspect among the mortals out here, that a great gargantuan squid was waiting below. Waiting to feast and take the world back for demon kind. Well, there was Django of course. He ought to know. Drusilla hugged herself in ecstasy. How clever her Django was. She'd told him about the squid of course, but still, the thought of him retaining that knowledge in that mighty beast of a head made Drusilla feel all delicate and girly inside.
Drusilla had been humming softly to the ocean. Letting her pet beast below know that it would soon be time for it to heed her summons. Django would worry ever so much about his little daisy if he knew she was out here all by herself. The way the night chill whispered to Dru she could just tell that the next few weeks were going to be fraught with event for the lovers. Drusilla wondered briefly what would happen to her Django once the demons took over the world again. Surely she would have some say in what went on though. He might need to take some thankless job as a car valet or such, but Drusilla would do all she could to make sure he was safe in the brave new (or old) world.
Drusilla was getting a bit famished now. She looked across to the zombie servant who waited beside the old carriage. He wouldn't do at all, of course. She would simply have to get started back to her old plantation hotel, if she wanted to make dinner arrangements. Oh well. "Goodbye my lovely beast beneath the ocean." Drusilla cooed a parting shot. "Be well and get ready for all the delightful tasks ahead of you when I call."
****
Drusilla had been looking forward to a lovely carriage ride back, in that dreamy way of hers. Experience should have taught her of course, that the ride would be every bit as bumpy and shaky as usual. Silly zombies, Drusilla criticised in her head. Just because they're simpletons doesn't mean they have to give up all attempts at finesse.
The carriage passed by a crossroads on it's way home. Just as always. It was such an eerie desolate place, Dru reflected. She could see why the humans feared such things so. Quiet as the grave (well a quiet grave anyway if there was such a thing) and so many eyes watching from the darkness. Drusilla had never been all that bothered by it before. Tonight however, the uneasiness of someone plotting against them in the night, had affected her somewhat. Made her become sullen and more imaginative.
Drusilla gasped to herself. The carriage had been just going past the crossroads, going straight ahead. And in the field along the way, it had seemed to her astonished gaze as if a scarecrow had moved just for a second. Not in a windswept way either. Now out of sight, Drusilla was wondering if she'd really seen it happen or not. She could just imagine it out there, leering at her. Drusilla absentmindedly crossed herself at the thought. And received a sizzling little burn on her chest for her troubles! Drusilla came back to earth with a seething hiss! How petty of God, Dru complained in her head. Just because she was no longer of his flock (and perhaps had never been, if her mother was to be believed on such matters). Drusilla sulked to herself and brought the shade down on her view from the carriage window. Bother it all anyway!
****
Django was out in the fields, doing his nightly patrol. There was no way, he was going to stay out here all night, shivering like a pillock, away from his Drusilla. All the same, it had become important to him to do a quick sweep over of the area a few times per night and patrol the whole land at least once. They were both sure that something malign was out there. Little incidents and feelings that made them feel on edge much of the time. Their newfound friendship with Loretta King, had just confirmed that there were strange things afoot out in these parts. Django gripped his rifle tighter and moved forward. Something occurred to make him grit his teeth.
The sentry he had on duty, just up ahead. Something big and brute leapt out at him and tore into the sentry with both force and speed. Django rapidly approached and aimed his rifle. He fired and a loud crack rent the night air. He re-cocked his weapon and fired again. The shape up ahead was already fleeing. The sentry was unmoving.
****
The cocky youth entered the cramped coal shed. "Are you sure we can't use some light miss?" Drusilla entered behind the young hotel guest and didn't answer. Not for the moment anyway. She was having too much fun, sizing the youth up. Taking her time to play with her little canary. She was going to have so much fun with this one. The cocky guest turned to her again.
Drusilla shook her head and licked her lips invitingly (not that he'd be able to see in this light of course). "Oh no, love. It's very important that we're not seen. I 'ave to keep my little desserts private from my terrible master. He's so wicked, keeping me prisoner. He hurts me you know. I never get the chance to have any fun."
The cocky guest laughed boldly. "I'll have to see about your master then. Wicked one! Feel the back of my hand he will on his head. I'll teach him a lesson alright." His voice leered into the darkness. "Right after I see to teaching you about the ways of love of course. A lesson you're never going to forget." Drusilla heard the rustle of the youth's belt loosening.
Drusilla pushed the youth up against the coal shed wall and stroked the bulge in his pants. He was the son of one of the British Colonial types who were staying at the hotel. "My but you're an 'andsome one aren't you?" Drusilla breathed heavily and passionately. Then as she moved her lips closer to the hot cheek of the youth, her voice became more aggressive and disapproving. "A silly bloody thing you are too. Wicked one! Wicked one? My Django takes very good care of me and all my needs. I won't have you spreading such lies about him! Filthy beast!"
A shot broke the night's whisper. A few seconds later and more shots began to follow. The youth started at that. "What was that then?" He began to move forward, pressing against Drusilla. Dru pushed him back again and lunged, her fangs tearing into the filthy beast's throat and savouring the warm blood that began to flow. He was a chocolate éclair this one. Too bad about his cocky ways and vile tongue!
****
Humph! Drusilla was back in her and Django's private quarters. She'd given up looking for her well thumbed copy of "Anna Karenina" and was leafing through some old "Bunty"s instead. It had not taken long for her features to go from registering idle amusement to tense concern. Finally Django returned from his patrol, walking in with his rifle, looking in some disarray about something.
Drusilla ran up to her love and kissed him on the cheek. Hugging him for comfort and support, she unburdened herself on him. "Oh I'm so glad you're back precious! I was getting worried. Sally's dog has to be taken to the vet and it's horribly distressing." She looked fitfully at Django and saw the tense troubled look on his brow. Drusilla stepped back a bit. "What's wrong with you then pet?"
Django breathed deep. "One of our sentries has been attacked by someone else's zombie. I saw it happen myself and took a few shots. I'm sure I hit it but somehow it got away and I lost track of it. The sentry's completely finished. No use to us now."
Drusilla sat back on the bed and returned to her comic. "That's just like the one we lost last week. I found his remains while I was feeding the chickens. Silly zombies!"
"This one that attacked ours wasn't so silly." Django warned, putting his rifle away and taking off his coat wearily. "Whoever sent him seems to have better control over their zombies than we do. I think they're testing our perimeter to gauge our defences."
Drusilla was more concerned now. "Better control?" Her voice started to quaver and her body shook with worry. "But that means the nasty fiend can interfere with our plans. It's not fair! I keep seeming to run into problems with the research for this summoning spell. Now this man is out there sending zombies to kill ours and spy on us. He's got all these tricks. He'll ruin everything!"
Django saw that his girl was about to lose it. He rushed over to her agitated, shaking form and took her trembling waist in his enfolding arms. He kissed Drusilla on the neck and whispered to her. "Now, now Dru. Don't let him get you all upset like this. You're getting better all the time at your own Voodoo rituals and such. You've done a good job so far of running our hotel and getting the zombies organised." Django squeezed Drusilla's waist and moved his hands up around her breasts and pulled her tight against him. "I have faith in you love."
"I just want to run my hotel and get my giant squid to rise up and take over the world for us." Drusilla whimpered, but taking comfort in Django's support. "That one thinks he runs things around here and he won't let anyone else have a go at making a success of things."
"You really think it's this Murder Legendre after all then?" Django asked his precious. She didn't answer though. It was obvious that this mysterious being was the one she suspected of moving against them. And it would only be a matter of time before he started to use even bolder methods.
Drusilla began to sway softly in her lover's arms. She realised she was such a lucky vampire girl, to have found someone who loved her so. A wicked little glint came over her eyes as she decided to test him. "Django? Miss Edith says that you couldn't go five minutes without being able to have sex with me!"
Django snuggled his chin against Drusilla's neck and contemplated. "Well, Miss Edith has always been very perceptive and clever. That's part of the reason she misbehaves sometimes. I think she's probably right about that."
Drusilla squealed with delight. Evidently, Django had passed the test. She spun round and flung him forcefully but softly on his back and pounced on him, planting a dangerously seductive kiss on his lips as she wrestled with his shirt buttons. For all Django's attempts to live up to Spike's legend, it was the differences between the two that Drusilla found irresistible at times. ****
They were lovemaking of course. Had been for sometime. Drusilla had been moaning sensuously with pleasure earlier but now she had become strangely silent. As Django sat atop of her, hands massaging the tips of Drusilla's breasts and his head coming down to kiss her on her chin, as he kept up his steady motion down below, he couldn't help noticing that familiar look on her face. Earlier it had been rapturous contentment but now Drusilla's eyes had become glazed over in trance. Django's baby was somewhere far off. He cursed inwardly and tried to focus. It wasn't easy though.
"Eyes filling the night sky." Drusilla whispered. "Seeing all! Gazing down and destroying all the little games afoot. He sees us now. He wants us!" Dru began to growl like a little wounded fox, caught in a trap. "His spies are out in the sugarcane fields. He's going to come and do all sorts of terrible things to us, just to show that he's still top dog and we're just little children in the sandbox!"
Django sighed with exasperation and rolled off his girlfriend with a grunt of defeat. He knew it wasn't her fault of course, but it was just so distracting and if she wasn't even conscious of his presence what was the point? He lay on his side of the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The strange and unpleasant things Drusilla could see, Django thought. In some ways he was glad he couldn't see them too. How nightmarish it all must be at times for her. He contented himself to merely lie by the side of her presence.
After a while, Drusilla began to move again. She'd become distracted. Django had been on top of her and it had all been lovely. She didn't feel him there anymore. Where had the naughty bushwhacker gone, who must be punished at once? Drusilla turned her head and looked at Django beside her. "Django, why did you stop darling?" Django looked over at her in surprise. The wicked beast! "We were making great music for all of heaven. The old ones were dancing to our beat and then you just stopped."
"You were having a vision or something, Dru." Django told her softly. "You didn't seem to even know I was there anymore. It just didn't feel right to continue. I didn't feel like I was doing a good job."
"Oh!" Drusilla moaned with sympathy like freshly baked cookies. "I'm a bad princess! Did I let myself get taken away from you and ruin our concert?" She turned over to him and sat on Django's legs, letting her nails trace along his chest. Django smiled up at her again and began to caress the hairs around her clitoris.
"The audience will want their money back!" Django got into the spirit of things again. "The newspapers will absolutely crucify us with tomorrow's reviews, if we don't have an encore."
Drusilla grinned wickedly. She hissed and bore her fangs for him and then her head was in a kamikaze dive for Django's erect cock. Seeing Dru's luscious fangs like that made Django feel a bit panicked. "Dru love, maybe you shouldn't- DRU LOVE! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" The night was alive with music again!