DISCLAIMER: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's.
RATING: K
PAIRING: Miss Edith and Drusilla
SUMMARY: Is it truly Drusilla's fault?
WARNINGS and or SPOILERS: None
Mummy's Little Girl
by Eris © 2004 — All rights reserved.
Mummy isn't allowed to have any more pets. Last time I made the mistake of discussing it, I was bound and gagged in black ribbon and relegated to the back of the dressing closet for I don't know how long.
To make up for daddy's decree, Spike brings her many other lovely things, but as of late, Mummy has been oh so very sad. So tonight, to lift her spirits, he has left her a very special surprise. The prettiest little gifty wrapped in a bright red bow.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mummy coos and fawns over her present, hugging it tight, rocking it, and twirling about the room like a ballerina, so delighted. She takes off the ribbon and gracefully dances and snakes it through the air and across the coverlet, where she finally comes to rest with her new favorite, placing a barrage of loving kisses on her. I haven't seen her this happy in ages.
"Isn't she wonderful?" she asks of me. "Such a magnificent gift. Such beautiful eyes and hair softer than silk." She then takes me down off of the dresser and places me carefully on the bed next to her latest toy bidding, "Now, Miss Edith, Mummy's going to thank her little Spikey properly." As she leaves she adds, "You take care of our sweet baby girl."
That's just what I intend to do. I smile and reach for the red ribbon winding it around my hands, pulling it taut, "Here kitty kitty kitty."