Her serpentine movements were enhanced by the delicate angles of her pale
arms as they slid through space and the dark. Her eye's were keener in the
dark anyway, seeing little children with milk white eyes guiding her
through the corridors under the earth. They wanted to play she thought.
"Mmmm." She purred to herself. "It feels like home and smells like black berries and flesh." Her tongue flicked across her teeth and tasted the musty air. "Like the old one's. So exciting." Her body hummed as she neared the entrance into the domed area a few feet ahead. Her mind alight with voices that other's didn't hear nor could interpret, but she liked them because they spoke of her beauty when she had forgotten what her visage did look like once. Which is one of the perils of lacking a reflection.
She remembered walking through the world with her William, her Spike, her darling. But now she walks alone seeing him in her head like she sees the rest of the world. In a vibrancy of colors and feelings that titillated her. 'She stole him away from me. She plays with him now." Her face becoming gruesomely animal as the thought of Spike and the Slayer. A delicious cinema of violent evisceration and flesh burning shimmered all around her. Painting the walls with her every whim bleeding the walls a warm ochre. In the midst of this carnage and giddy pleasures she was interrupted. A now soft music echoed into her mind like a vestige of innocence that she had killed long long ago, a smile crossed over her fangs.
This was a lovely display and all but she had come down the catacombs with a purpose. She needed to find her. After pirouetting through the labyrinthine hallway she ended up in a large circular domed room. Movement caught Drusilla's attention, it had eyes that were sunk in, lips curled taut and gray, and it's flesh barely hung to it's miniscule form. The creature skulked to investigate the undead beauty. It's sunken eyes giving every indication of observing her form, Drusilla humored it by bending forward and whispering " Little, little, dolly. You get to be with the bad girl because she broke all of mummies dishes and danced naked on her graves." The thought made her laugh at herself in a way that only her private jokes could do. The tiny creature scampered away to the far back of the room.
To the far back lay a circle of pig's ears and human hair some with bits of scalp still attached. In the center was a cloaked figure. The figure rose to it's feet.
"Drusilla." The voice was female and old. She was far more ancient than the ruins that she called her home.
"Yes?"
"You are here because the Evil one sent you?"
'The Evil one." It sounded so distinguished to her ears when it was said like that. It had been only four months ago when "the Evil one" had called her away from a pool of pisco demons.
Her eyes fluttered back as her mind replayed the events. Kneeling over the pool as her raven black haired tapped the water and tempted the pisco demons to come and try to play with her. They answered her call. A blue creature with oil slicks for eyes and tendrils as a face gazed at the girl as an object of curiosity. It's slimy hands dared get close enough to touch her cheek as it stretched and broke through the water's surface. With reflexes faster than sight Drusilla dug her fingers deep into the dark cesspools the creature had for eyes. "Bad, Bad boy. You stole my pretty trinket." Drusilla's fingers quickly became warm as the pisco demon's blood began to disperse through the water.
"Pet?" A familiar voice broke through her quest for her object. It was strong, puerile, and a lovely lovely sound to her ears.
"My boy spike." Drusilla's eyes grew wide as she turned to see the great William the Bloody standing before her. Her fingers still dripping with the pisco's oily blood.
"Hello Dru. Missed me?" Spike stood arms crossed and a smile gracing his face.
Drusilla seemed to have glided a foot away from him. And in one swift cutting motion of her fingers sliced through his neck. But there was no blood and dust. Her fingers traversed his body without touching a solid entity. "You aren't my William." She said not in the least disappointed.
"My Spike bleeds. You aren't sticky with blood but I know who you are."
"Of course you know, pet. I'm the one that brings you those pretty pictures of death and children burning. You like those don't you?"
"Oh yes very much." Carnage was one of the few things that could entertain Drusilla. The outside world mirroring her insides, her viscera quaked with anticipation each time.
"Good. I need you to go to Greece. You must stop the Slayer's friends from getting the Borometz. Find my servant Cassandra she'll guide you." The First leaned forwards and Drusilla couldn't resist the urge to lean also and try and taste the ancient maybe take a nip out of its power and majesty. "Good bye love."
"Girl! Pay attention." The old hag barked at Dru. She growled to herself and put a sweet smile on. No one had called her girl like that in such a tone for centuries. And those that did were usually large and drunk on shore leave from their ship. She loved that after they said girl usually they would scream. She would have lounged there imagining each face contorting in pain and death but she had current matters to deal with.
"You have the sight as I do." Drusilla giggled to herself again. "But you didn't slide out of mommy like that did you? No. It was in your belly. The eye's in your teeth. It's still there I can see it." She started circling the old woman like a cat playing with a mouse. "You ate it. Gobbled it down." Drusilla's hand snapped out and reached for the old hag's mouth. The circle of hair and ears radiated heat. Blue fire crawled out of the ears in long burning chains. "Lovely!" The fire worms wriggled into the air, releasing no smoke, they wrapped themselves tightly on Dru's arms.
Dru's eye lashes fluttered and she grinned baring her fangs in a silent "oh." They burned her skin of course. "That old watcher woman with the sight and naughty Angelus did the same thing to me. I remember this feeling." Fire was a contradiction and affinity for her, it was beauty, passion, and rage. But soft and warm, like her she thought. Dru's neck bent at an odd angle and the realization that either she removed her hand from the circle or her entire arm would have been immolated.
With a flick of her wrist Dru pulled her hand from the protective circle.
"Foolish girl!" the hag let out a cackle. "Do you think I'd trust a vampire? It was your kind that killed my father. But since we serve the same master. You will listen to me."
Dru pouted and nodded. This woman wasn't any fun, but she was powerful and only for that reason she decided to stall leaping through the fire worms and drinking her dusty blood.
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"Mmmm." She purred to herself. "It feels like home and smells like black berries and flesh." Her tongue flicked across her teeth and tasted the musty air. "Like the old one's. So exciting." Her body hummed as she neared the entrance into the domed area a few feet ahead. Her mind alight with voices that other's didn't hear nor could interpret, but she liked them because they spoke of her beauty when she had forgotten what her visage did look like once. Which is one of the perils of lacking a reflection.
She remembered walking through the world with her William, her Spike, her darling. But now she walks alone seeing him in her head like she sees the rest of the world. In a vibrancy of colors and feelings that titillated her. 'She stole him away from me. She plays with him now." Her face becoming gruesomely animal as the thought of Spike and the Slayer. A delicious cinema of violent evisceration and flesh burning shimmered all around her. Painting the walls with her every whim bleeding the walls a warm ochre. In the midst of this carnage and giddy pleasures she was interrupted. A now soft music echoed into her mind like a vestige of innocence that she had killed long long ago, a smile crossed over her fangs.
This was a lovely display and all but she had come down the catacombs with a purpose. She needed to find her. After pirouetting through the labyrinthine hallway she ended up in a large circular domed room. Movement caught Drusilla's attention, it had eyes that were sunk in, lips curled taut and gray, and it's flesh barely hung to it's miniscule form. The creature skulked to investigate the undead beauty. It's sunken eyes giving every indication of observing her form, Drusilla humored it by bending forward and whispering " Little, little, dolly. You get to be with the bad girl because she broke all of mummies dishes and danced naked on her graves." The thought made her laugh at herself in a way that only her private jokes could do. The tiny creature scampered away to the far back of the room.
To the far back lay a circle of pig's ears and human hair some with bits of scalp still attached. In the center was a cloaked figure. The figure rose to it's feet.
"Drusilla." The voice was female and old. She was far more ancient than the ruins that she called her home.
"Yes?"
"You are here because the Evil one sent you?"
'The Evil one." It sounded so distinguished to her ears when it was said like that. It had been only four months ago when "the Evil one" had called her away from a pool of pisco demons.
Her eyes fluttered back as her mind replayed the events. Kneeling over the pool as her raven black haired tapped the water and tempted the pisco demons to come and try to play with her. They answered her call. A blue creature with oil slicks for eyes and tendrils as a face gazed at the girl as an object of curiosity. It's slimy hands dared get close enough to touch her cheek as it stretched and broke through the water's surface. With reflexes faster than sight Drusilla dug her fingers deep into the dark cesspools the creature had for eyes. "Bad, Bad boy. You stole my pretty trinket." Drusilla's fingers quickly became warm as the pisco demon's blood began to disperse through the water.
"Pet?" A familiar voice broke through her quest for her object. It was strong, puerile, and a lovely lovely sound to her ears.
"My boy spike." Drusilla's eyes grew wide as she turned to see the great William the Bloody standing before her. Her fingers still dripping with the pisco's oily blood.
"Hello Dru. Missed me?" Spike stood arms crossed and a smile gracing his face.
Drusilla seemed to have glided a foot away from him. And in one swift cutting motion of her fingers sliced through his neck. But there was no blood and dust. Her fingers traversed his body without touching a solid entity. "You aren't my William." She said not in the least disappointed.
"My Spike bleeds. You aren't sticky with blood but I know who you are."
"Of course you know, pet. I'm the one that brings you those pretty pictures of death and children burning. You like those don't you?"
"Oh yes very much." Carnage was one of the few things that could entertain Drusilla. The outside world mirroring her insides, her viscera quaked with anticipation each time.
"Good. I need you to go to Greece. You must stop the Slayer's friends from getting the Borometz. Find my servant Cassandra she'll guide you." The First leaned forwards and Drusilla couldn't resist the urge to lean also and try and taste the ancient maybe take a nip out of its power and majesty. "Good bye love."
"Girl! Pay attention." The old hag barked at Dru. She growled to herself and put a sweet smile on. No one had called her girl like that in such a tone for centuries. And those that did were usually large and drunk on shore leave from their ship. She loved that after they said girl usually they would scream. She would have lounged there imagining each face contorting in pain and death but she had current matters to deal with.
"You have the sight as I do." Drusilla giggled to herself again. "But you didn't slide out of mommy like that did you? No. It was in your belly. The eye's in your teeth. It's still there I can see it." She started circling the old woman like a cat playing with a mouse. "You ate it. Gobbled it down." Drusilla's hand snapped out and reached for the old hag's mouth. The circle of hair and ears radiated heat. Blue fire crawled out of the ears in long burning chains. "Lovely!" The fire worms wriggled into the air, releasing no smoke, they wrapped themselves tightly on Dru's arms.
Dru's eye lashes fluttered and she grinned baring her fangs in a silent "oh." They burned her skin of course. "That old watcher woman with the sight and naughty Angelus did the same thing to me. I remember this feeling." Fire was a contradiction and affinity for her, it was beauty, passion, and rage. But soft and warm, like her she thought. Dru's neck bent at an odd angle and the realization that either she removed her hand from the circle or her entire arm would have been immolated.
With a flick of her wrist Dru pulled her hand from the protective circle.
"Foolish girl!" the hag let out a cackle. "Do you think I'd trust a vampire? It was your kind that killed my father. But since we serve the same master. You will listen to me."
Dru pouted and nodded. This woman wasn't any fun, but she was powerful and only for that reason she decided to stall leaping through the fire worms and drinking her dusty blood.
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