Summary: Drusilla must fix a doll.
Spoilers: General through season 5
Note: //"Doll Parts"// lyrics by Hole
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//"I am doll parts."//
Drusilla picked up the tiny scalpel between her delicate fingers and looked at the reflection of her manicured nails.
//"Doll mouth, doll legs."//
She looked at her project with her glowing amber eyes. The ridges on her face might have been hidden, but the demon was creeping forth in her eyes. She set the scalpel on the tray and arranged it with the other items.
//"I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait."//
She had often wondered about what it would have been like to maybe be a doctor. She knew more about the human anatomy then most of them would ever.
For now she would just have to settle with her dolls. They were the only ones who really understood anyway. They were mostly all very obedient to her biddings. All but one. Miss Edith was turned away so as not to watch as part of her punishment. "Naughty," Drusilla giggled. "Naughty little Miss Edith."
She purred slightly and smoothed her hands over the sheer of the satin dress she was wearing. It was maroon and slim, curving with her body and hugging her close like the love she was missing. Bound in back, she wore an apron over the front of it so as not to mess it up.
//"Yeah, they really want you."//
She looked to the reflection-less mirror and pinned her hair up out of her way.
//"They really want you, and I do too."//
Satisfied with her appearance, she turned to the table in the middle of the room and pulled the sheet back.
//"I want to be the girl with the most cake."//
This doll wasn't breathing anymore and in some way that saddened Drusilla. She had liked the little "tic-tock" that the heart had made. She hadn't meant to crush the doll, but she was so beautiful.
//"I love it so much it just turns to rape."//
So she was going to try and made the heart beat again. She was going to give it a pitter-patter and have her doll dance again.
//"I fake it so true I am beyond fake."//
The doll's skin was slightly blue now, the red hair giving it a ghostly glow.
//"And someday you will ache like I ache."//
Sighing, she set about her task. She picked up the scalpel and cut into her chest. But the blood didn't flow. The heart that had once pumped the flowing red nectar through her veins didn't work anymore. But Drusilla was going to fix that.
//"I am doll parts."//
She pulled over a box with a tiny crystal in it. "I see you." She giggled and looked to her doll on the table. "Icky."
//"Bad skin, doll heart."//
She murmured whatever the stars told her. It was some words she thought she remembered, but couldn't place. The crystal in her hand began to glow and she set it into the doll.
//"Yeah, they really want you."//
She made the stitches small and delicate. There would be minimal scaring. She didn't want anyone to know. She had been bad but she would fix it.
//"I fake it so real I am beyond fake."//
The color began to come back to her doll's skin. It was working. Drusilla pressed an ear to the dolls chest and listened as the slow tic-tock came back. She had fixed it.
She picked up the clothes she had found on the doll and began to put them back on her. She was very careful to make her look the same as she always did. No one would know and no one would be mad at her.
//"Someday you will ache like I ache."//
She hadn't meant to do this to one of the nasty little slayer's friends. She didn't want that nasty little slayer to come for her.
She sat Willow up as she opened her eyes. "Remember nothing," Drusilla whispered. "Keep your dark seed our secret." Smiling, she sent Willow out, as if nothing had changed.
She untied the apron and folded it nicely. She hadn't spilled a drop. Everything was the same. Everything.
Spoilers: General through season 5
Note: //"Doll Parts"// lyrics by Hole
*~*~*
//"I am doll parts."//
Drusilla picked up the tiny scalpel between her delicate fingers and looked at the reflection of her manicured nails.
//"Doll mouth, doll legs."//
She looked at her project with her glowing amber eyes. The ridges on her face might have been hidden, but the demon was creeping forth in her eyes. She set the scalpel on the tray and arranged it with the other items.
//"I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait."//
She had often wondered about what it would have been like to maybe be a doctor. She knew more about the human anatomy then most of them would ever.
For now she would just have to settle with her dolls. They were the only ones who really understood anyway. They were mostly all very obedient to her biddings. All but one. Miss Edith was turned away so as not to watch as part of her punishment. "Naughty," Drusilla giggled. "Naughty little Miss Edith."
She purred slightly and smoothed her hands over the sheer of the satin dress she was wearing. It was maroon and slim, curving with her body and hugging her close like the love she was missing. Bound in back, she wore an apron over the front of it so as not to mess it up.
//"Yeah, they really want you."//
She looked to the reflection-less mirror and pinned her hair up out of her way.
//"They really want you, and I do too."//
Satisfied with her appearance, she turned to the table in the middle of the room and pulled the sheet back.
//"I want to be the girl with the most cake."//
This doll wasn't breathing anymore and in some way that saddened Drusilla. She had liked the little "tic-tock" that the heart had made. She hadn't meant to crush the doll, but she was so beautiful.
//"I love it so much it just turns to rape."//
So she was going to try and made the heart beat again. She was going to give it a pitter-patter and have her doll dance again.
//"I fake it so true I am beyond fake."//
The doll's skin was slightly blue now, the red hair giving it a ghostly glow.
//"And someday you will ache like I ache."//
Sighing, she set about her task. She picked up the scalpel and cut into her chest. But the blood didn't flow. The heart that had once pumped the flowing red nectar through her veins didn't work anymore. But Drusilla was going to fix that.
//"I am doll parts."//
She pulled over a box with a tiny crystal in it. "I see you." She giggled and looked to her doll on the table. "Icky."
//"Bad skin, doll heart."//
She murmured whatever the stars told her. It was some words she thought she remembered, but couldn't place. The crystal in her hand began to glow and she set it into the doll.
//"Yeah, they really want you."//
She made the stitches small and delicate. There would be minimal scaring. She didn't want anyone to know. She had been bad but she would fix it.
//"I fake it so real I am beyond fake."//
The color began to come back to her doll's skin. It was working. Drusilla pressed an ear to the dolls chest and listened as the slow tic-tock came back. She had fixed it.
She picked up the clothes she had found on the doll and began to put them back on her. She was very careful to make her look the same as she always did. No one would know and no one would be mad at her.
//"Someday you will ache like I ache."//
She hadn't meant to do this to one of the nasty little slayer's friends. She didn't want that nasty little slayer to come for her.
She sat Willow up as she opened her eyes. "Remember nothing," Drusilla whispered. "Keep your dark seed our secret." Smiling, she sent Willow out, as if nothing had changed.
She untied the apron and folded it nicely. She hadn't spilled a drop. Everything was the same. Everything.