Three Days Dead
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
He was her killer first and then her Prince Charming. He drove her mad and then took her out to revel in her utter insanity, and they danced together under the stars even when clouds covered up the nighttime sky. He cultivated her as though she was the rarest flower, one that could only grow in the dark. He stole gowns off corpses and offered them to her, and she was so delighted. He promised to teach her everything he knew, and he said he would bring his own Mummy in for the sake of further education.
But she has only been dead three days now, and Daddy still has so much to teach his beautiful, crazy Princess, his shadow flower. She's blossoming slowly in the darkness, and tonight he's promised to take her to the ballet. He says she can have the prettiest dancer in the company, and she's so very excited.
As a very little girl, she always wanted to dance on the stage. Before she knew how to do anything else, she leapt through the grassy fields near her house and twirled happily beneath the sun. She still goes in circles, but the stars are her orchestra now, and they play the most delightful deadly tunes when she comes outside. The sun will never shine on her hair again, but Daddy doesn't mind because he, too, is a secret.
For she is a secret, the most secret of them all. If her own Mummy still drew breath, she would be revolted by the girl before her because Drusilla is Daddy's Princess and a vampire now, and she is not a girl at all.
