Author: Lucinda
rating: pg13
main characters: Amy Madison, Drusilla
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters or situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it was the creation of Joss Whedon.
distribution: Jinni, Paula, anyone else please ask first.
notes: Jinni's Weekly Poetry Challenge for Week #6
"You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise."
- from "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou
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Amy Madison glared at the Summers house. Buffy was inside, and Willow, and some new girl named Tara, who was also a witch. They were this sickeningly happy group, and she was left on the outside. Even Xander had someone, although she wasn't certain what had happened to Cordelia... or Oz, for that matter.
She couldn't stand it. If they were such a wonderful team, such great friends, why had it taken three years to change her back from a rat? Why had she been ignored in the background?
The biggest question was how to make them pay.
She was still pondering as she caught a bus to LA. It seemed like the easiest and most probable way to get them would be magic. But Sunnydale only had one magic shop, and Giles owned it now. Only an idiot would buy ingredients for a curse in the shop of someone very close to the people that she wanted to hex into utter misery. Which meant travel.
She spent the day meandering around, picking up some herbs, and a couple scented oils in one store. There was no knowledge here, not in that shop. So she kept looking, picking up a bit here, a bit there. There were so many great magic stores, and she could pick up some of the herbs at the organic food stores, and some candles and silken cords at a couple other stores. She didn't buy enough at one place to give the people any idea that she wanted devastation and misery.
A tiny part of her whispered that this was wrong, that what she did would come back to her three fold. She ignored that part. After all, her anger was justified. Three years as a rat - three whole years of her life just... dragged into eternal misery in wood shavings.
"Can you help me, little witch?" The voice was soft, carrying a hint of an accent.
Amy tried to find the person that had spoken, uncertain what to say. She didn't help people. But she froze at the sight of the woman standing there. Her arms and shoulders were burned, some of them reaching up to her face. Soot, ashes and something thick and dark stained her flared pants.
But the most striking thing was her eyes. Deep, dark pools of rage and pain and need. The eyes of a wounded beast.
"What makes you think I could help you?"
"I can hear the screaming in you. You want to make her hurt. She took my Daddy away, took my Spike away... I want to make her scream." The woman moved closer, her hips swaying as if she was trying to dance. One arm and hand slid through the air, graceful like a snake.
"Her? Someone who took your..." Amy suddenly froze, realizing the truth. This woman was a vampire. "You mean Buffy?"
Hissing, the woman's eyes turned yellow, and there were sharp fangs. "Nasty, nasty slayer... She took my precious... No, I will not sound like the little fish eater!" She stamped her foot on the pavement. "Speaking of the precious... all that fuss over a silly ring."
Part of Amy wanted to laugh, wanted to believe that anybody who watched Lord of the Rings couldn't be that bad. But that part would get her killed if she let it. "You want to make the Slayer scream and cry. I want to make her suffer. Why don't we go have a little chat?"
"Yes, I want to make her suffer and scream." The mysterious woman suddenly smiled, looking as sweet and harmless as someone burned and soot streaked could manage. "I'm Drusilla."
Offering her hand, Amy smiled. "Amy Madison. I think that this could be the dawn of a terrible partnership, don't you?"
"The sunshine is ever so dangerous." There was a slight sigh, and Drusilla brushed her hair behind one ear. "We can make the whole town scream."
Amy smirked as she walked towards the little shop with Drusilla. She'd just found the perfect way to make them all pay. Between her witchcraft and Dru's vampire abilities, they should be almost unstoppable. She started to laugh into the night air as she thought about it.
end Dark Hearts.
rating: pg13
main characters: Amy Madison, Drusilla
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters or situations from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it was the creation of Joss Whedon.
distribution: Jinni, Paula, anyone else please ask first.
notes: Jinni's Weekly Poetry Challenge for Week #6
"You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise."
- from "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou
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Amy Madison glared at the Summers house. Buffy was inside, and Willow, and some new girl named Tara, who was also a witch. They were this sickeningly happy group, and she was left on the outside. Even Xander had someone, although she wasn't certain what had happened to Cordelia... or Oz, for that matter.
She couldn't stand it. If they were such a wonderful team, such great friends, why had it taken three years to change her back from a rat? Why had she been ignored in the background?
The biggest question was how to make them pay.
She was still pondering as she caught a bus to LA. It seemed like the easiest and most probable way to get them would be magic. But Sunnydale only had one magic shop, and Giles owned it now. Only an idiot would buy ingredients for a curse in the shop of someone very close to the people that she wanted to hex into utter misery. Which meant travel.
She spent the day meandering around, picking up some herbs, and a couple scented oils in one store. There was no knowledge here, not in that shop. So she kept looking, picking up a bit here, a bit there. There were so many great magic stores, and she could pick up some of the herbs at the organic food stores, and some candles and silken cords at a couple other stores. She didn't buy enough at one place to give the people any idea that she wanted devastation and misery.
A tiny part of her whispered that this was wrong, that what she did would come back to her three fold. She ignored that part. After all, her anger was justified. Three years as a rat - three whole years of her life just... dragged into eternal misery in wood shavings.
"Can you help me, little witch?" The voice was soft, carrying a hint of an accent.
Amy tried to find the person that had spoken, uncertain what to say. She didn't help people. But she froze at the sight of the woman standing there. Her arms and shoulders were burned, some of them reaching up to her face. Soot, ashes and something thick and dark stained her flared pants.
But the most striking thing was her eyes. Deep, dark pools of rage and pain and need. The eyes of a wounded beast.
"What makes you think I could help you?"
"I can hear the screaming in you. You want to make her hurt. She took my Daddy away, took my Spike away... I want to make her scream." The woman moved closer, her hips swaying as if she was trying to dance. One arm and hand slid through the air, graceful like a snake.
"Her? Someone who took your..." Amy suddenly froze, realizing the truth. This woman was a vampire. "You mean Buffy?"
Hissing, the woman's eyes turned yellow, and there were sharp fangs. "Nasty, nasty slayer... She took my precious... No, I will not sound like the little fish eater!" She stamped her foot on the pavement. "Speaking of the precious... all that fuss over a silly ring."
Part of Amy wanted to laugh, wanted to believe that anybody who watched Lord of the Rings couldn't be that bad. But that part would get her killed if she let it. "You want to make the Slayer scream and cry. I want to make her suffer. Why don't we go have a little chat?"
"Yes, I want to make her suffer and scream." The mysterious woman suddenly smiled, looking as sweet and harmless as someone burned and soot streaked could manage. "I'm Drusilla."
Offering her hand, Amy smiled. "Amy Madison. I think that this could be the dawn of a terrible partnership, don't you?"
"The sunshine is ever so dangerous." There was a slight sigh, and Drusilla brushed her hair behind one ear. "We can make the whole town scream."
Amy smirked as she walked towards the little shop with Drusilla. She'd just found the perfect way to make them all pay. Between her witchcraft and Dru's vampire abilities, they should be almost unstoppable. She started to laugh into the night air as she thought about it.
end Dark Hearts.