Title: long live the king
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for Supernatural; future!fic for BtVS and AtS
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 275
Point of view: third
Prompt: Buffy/Supernatural, Drusilla on Sam, The stars told her about him
The stars whisper so pretty about the king to be, the boy born for Lucifer's fire, to burn and to scorch, to raze all that is for what will come.
glorious glorious glorious is the king, she tells Daddy and her darling William.
brightly burning, beautiful boy, she murmurs into Grandmum's skin as she returns her to the night.
He is young yet, still a child, unprepared for all that he will do and be. But his potential—
The stars sing and scream, and she dances dances dances, but her Spike won't whirl with her, and Daddy and Grandmum are gone, and she is alone, the pale princess in a tower of bone, waiting waiting waiting...
glorious is the king, she shouts to the dark sky as Lucifer's light pierces the night, telling all who can read the signs that he is returned, walking the world again, wings spread wide to shelter all his children from the cruel sun.
and the Son shall burn, and the Sword tarnish, weak and frail and bleeding so pretty, she tells the little doll in her arms, warmth filling her from the sweet veins. bleeding so pretty like you.
And a single short year later, the stars whisper that the king to be has defeated Lucifer and taken his throne, that the Sword is in his hand and by his side, and that finally, finally, the world is ours, to remake in our image, take it and do your will, meet your king.
And she does, the last of her bloodline, she seeks him out because he will need a seer, someone who can hear the song of the stars.