Title: Never Be More Than Alive(10/?)
Series: Met Nater
Darla POV
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Night, such a wonderful time, wouldn't you agree? Not bothered about the dreadful rays of light that haunts the day, instead staying pure and ready, ready for anything. Everything so much prettier, so hard to believe it hides the worst secrets of all.
Sunnydale isn't exactly a world metropol, but it does ok if your goal is only to stroll around and look at the curiousities. Like that ex cop and the tall brunette getting it on. Never heard of curtains dear? No? all the better for me then. Quite the show, cracks the whole puke worthy mushy sugar deal. Never knew they had it in them, I must be slacking.
And there's my great grand childe, how charming. Entertaining Dru I suppose, my little girl. Angelus might have turned her, but he never quite understood. She wasn't meant for him. Too gentle, breakable, and still one of the most vicious creatures on earth. Oh yes, a walking contradiction if there ever was one. I could probably walk right past them without him noticing me, but Dru have already sensed me.
"Grandmum! Grandmum!" She comes running, embracing me tightly. Spkie following, faking his apparent disinterest.
"Drusilla, Spike." I make sure to say the last name dripping with cold sarcasm.
"I sent the birds to find you grandmum, the stars said you would come." Again with the birds and the stars… I suppose that's what you get when you drive a seer insane before you turn her. Such a precious little thing though.
I take a drag of the cigarette, borrowed from Faiths pack, a Prince. How fitting. A prince of darkness indeed, the way they throw those pesky numbers of deaths caused by them every year at you from everywhere.
"Yes Dru, so the birds told me." Sometimes, I prefer to simply play her little game, it delights her so. "No matter how much I would have loved to stay here and chat, I have things to do." I take one last look at Dru before I start to leave.
"Yes, off, off you go!" Drusilla adds in her singsong voice, already drifting off into her own little world again, just as I walk soundlessly into this one, which has come to give itself it's name, it's identity; completely mine.
And as the dark surrounds me again, and I smile as thoughts of all the pityful humans I have seen flash through my mind, laughter rumbles in my chest as I once again can revel in the fact that, in
difference to me, they'll never be more than alive.
TBC
Series: Met Nater
Darla POV
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Night, such a wonderful time, wouldn't you agree? Not bothered about the dreadful rays of light that haunts the day, instead staying pure and ready, ready for anything. Everything so much prettier, so hard to believe it hides the worst secrets of all.
Sunnydale isn't exactly a world metropol, but it does ok if your goal is only to stroll around and look at the curiousities. Like that ex cop and the tall brunette getting it on. Never heard of curtains dear? No? all the better for me then. Quite the show, cracks the whole puke worthy mushy sugar deal. Never knew they had it in them, I must be slacking.
And there's my great grand childe, how charming. Entertaining Dru I suppose, my little girl. Angelus might have turned her, but he never quite understood. She wasn't meant for him. Too gentle, breakable, and still one of the most vicious creatures on earth. Oh yes, a walking contradiction if there ever was one. I could probably walk right past them without him noticing me, but Dru have already sensed me.
"Grandmum! Grandmum!" She comes running, embracing me tightly. Spkie following, faking his apparent disinterest.
"Drusilla, Spike." I make sure to say the last name dripping with cold sarcasm.
"I sent the birds to find you grandmum, the stars said you would come." Again with the birds and the stars… I suppose that's what you get when you drive a seer insane before you turn her. Such a precious little thing though.
I take a drag of the cigarette, borrowed from Faiths pack, a Prince. How fitting. A prince of darkness indeed, the way they throw those pesky numbers of deaths caused by them every year at you from everywhere.
"Yes Dru, so the birds told me." Sometimes, I prefer to simply play her little game, it delights her so. "No matter how much I would have loved to stay here and chat, I have things to do." I take one last look at Dru before I start to leave.
"Yes, off, off you go!" Drusilla adds in her singsong voice, already drifting off into her own little world again, just as I walk soundlessly into this one, which has come to give itself it's name, it's identity; completely mine.
And as the dark surrounds me again, and I smile as thoughts of all the pityful humans I have seen flash through my mind, laughter rumbles in my chest as I once again can revel in the fact that, in
difference to me, they'll never be more than alive.
TBC