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Always on the Job
“I don’t feature Illyria’s fond of anyone in particular, pet,” Spike remarked as he tried to piece together what she was telling him. “She’s a danger to more than me, she’s a danger to the world.”
His face fell as Drusilla rolled on the street. Spike moved to pull her up into his lap and calm her as best he could, “Are you saying she means to dust me?”
She lifted her head to level her eyes on Spike’s, “You know what I’m saying, Spike. It hasn’t been so very long.”
Always on the Job
“I don’t feature Illyria’s fond of anyone in particular, pet,” Spike remarked as he tried to piece together what she was telling him. “She’s a danger to more than me, she’s a danger to the world.”
His face fell as Drusilla rolled on the street. Spike moved to pull her up into his lap and calm her as best he could, “Are you saying she means to dust me?”
She cast a pointed look back at Spike, for questioning what she knew in her heart was the truth, even as she pulled herself up. “I know what she is, Spike. I’ve seen it all. It’s a warning, why must you never listen?”
Drusilla pulled away from him and backed away to distance herself as she held her head in her hands, “I can’t lose you again. I can’t keep watching the dust until it blinds my eyes.”
You Don’t Own Me | Open
Taylor’s eyes scanned over the strange female, and she couldn’t stop the slightly irritated look which fell onto her features. “Okay..” Taylor shook her head and stood up from her chair. Licking her lips she walked over to the woman and looked into her eyes. “I’ll ask again – who are you?”
“And I’ve told you,” She replied blinking innocently. “If you want more, you need to ask for it. I may be able to read people, but it’s just bad manners. I’m Drusilla. What I am... Is not a person.”
Figments of Perception
He was coming down to the conclusion that no matter what he would say, she would find some kind of answer to give him.”You sure it isn’t you, who think she knows the world? let alone me.” he said looking back at her. It was weird, and different, something in her words stirred something in him, and Isaac wasn’t entirely sure if it was a bad thing.
Uh. he was going to go home. “I’m not a dog.” he said moving his head away, that was the one thing that annoyed him. He was a werewolf, not someone that was going to play fetch. He removed her hand “So don’t run me off as if I was.” his blue hues remained on the vampire, before letting her hand go.
“Oh, but I do. I can see it breathing. It moans and is ready to gurgle and swallow us whole,” Drusilla said quite confidently. She let a little smile lift the corners of her mouth, “Some of us, the strongest, will dance in the chaos.”
“Yes, a wolf, but it’s not even a grown or a gnashing of teeth. Grruff! You’re not a lone one yet, still part of the pack,” she said but let him go.
~Thread Ended~
You Don’t Own Me | Open
Taylor’s blue eyes wandered over the females face..something was off. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion and wondered what this woman was. There was no way she knew..it was impossible. Suddenly Taylor’s eyes narrowed as she promised not to tell anyone who she really was. What did this woman know? “Who are you?” Taylor found herself asking again, suspicion clear on the blondes face.
The look the girl gave her wasn’t surprising. It was a familiar reaction from most people, but she’d intrigued the blonde. The answer she gave was simple, “Drusilla.”
Of course it was just her name, and not the answer the girl probably sought, but when given such a simple question a simple answer was best.
Always on the Job
“I’m right here, Dru. You’re only having trouble seeing me through the lights you’re seeing right now,” he assured her, trying to meet her gaze. He hadn’t seen her like this for ages and never begging. “Tell me how to help.”
“Stay away from the old one, Spike, please,” She sobbed, resting her forehead against the familiar leather of his duster. Then she slid down to lay on the pavement. “She’s fond of you, but it’s like mercury, time’s all muddled so many different facets of a crystal. I can’t bare the ashes, not again.”
Isn’t That Peculiar
“I am not a fan of secrets much, why not share them with me?” Hope narrowed her eyes at the vampire, her lips curling almost in a growl as she fought the urge to leap at the woman and tear her apart. The beast in her gut, the monster always in her mind, it wanted to hurt her for being here, for existing. One down would be a better world, in Hope’s mind. But she curls her hands into fists and keeps herself rooted to the stop with shaking hands and knees, anger swelling and boiling in her chest. “Mother,” Hope replies. “Mother Illyria.” It’s the first time Hope’s aid her name but it feels wrong it almost burns. “What am I? Your worst nightmare.”
“But I have been...” Drusilla blinked in confusion, she had been sharing what she’d seen, but the child didn’t seem to understand that. She stood taller when she heard Illyria’s name, knowing that same power of the old one was probably in Hope herself.
“No, you’re not. She is, but I’m here to bring you home. You’re not Illyria’s, you come on the Norse winds...Michaelson. You’ve been lost so long and even a wandering Viking needs to find their home again.”
You Don’t Own Me | Open
Taylor’s face turned from upbeat and friendly to slightly confused. “I’m sorry, what?” The blonde found herself asking and she couldn’t quite stop her pulse from quickening in that moment. Quickly Taylor tried to rationalize the whole thing, probably just a drunk woman who did crappy physic reading with tea leaves. Right..that made total sense.
“Clever girl, you are. Hiding among the masses, so that you’re almost invisible, but I can see it. You’re lost, looking to find yourself, even in the refracted light. You’re rounded with sleep in this life, of yours. It’s alright,” she put a finger to her lips. “I won’t tell anyone who you really are.”
“[Drusilla] is multi-dimensional. She is a villain, but also has this enduring sweet love affair. She moves to the beat of her own drum. She’s survived horrors. She is childlike but also completely diabolical. She can’t be reigned in”. - Juliet Landau [2009]
Figments of Perception
He figured he had learned all that he could in the course of a few months, but this woman was really a puzzle. Too many missing pieces and not enough room to put them together. “and how would you know this?”
Now she was reaching a level in which he wasn’t going to touch. He liked where he was and Isaac had no clue what direction she was going in or leading to.”I’ve been fine most of my life Drusilla. I’ll be okay.”
“I can see it floating all around you, the stars whisper secrets to me,” She answered him and smiled letting out a soft huff of amusement. “Still so young, think you know the world. I’m in no rush, got lifetimes.”
She gently pat his head softly, “Run off to bay at the moon. Be seeing you.”
gotstuckinmyteeth:
lycanthropicimmunity:
Lydia was on a mission. The last encounter she had with Spike was quite intriguing to say the very least possible. No headache accompanied the pictures and visions of his past… Somehow the redhead believed that was Drusilla’s influence. Perhaps their former conversation helped push open that door and despite knowing just how dangerous it was Lydia needed to see her again. Find out more. So her thoughts became consumed by the image of the beautiful dark haired woman and suddenly Lydia found herself being whisked away without reason. Eyes catching on the vampire moving like a swift and graceful angel… Contagious, obviously, as the junior began swaying along with her. “How did you,” She didn’t bother to finish. If there was one thing she had to get use to when dealing with the vampire it was the fact that she possessed nearly identical powers. “Well yeah — but,” Lips curled up into a tight smile before falling away to reveal her insecurities. “You already knew that… Do you plan on going in there?” The girl asked gesturing towards the nightclub curiously as she became slightly worried for its patrons.
“I felt your soul calling out,” Drusilla replied to the comment that she knew that Lydia would be coming to find her.Of course she hadn’t known where or exactly when, but she liked a surprise. She gave Lydia a welcoming smile, obviously fond of the girl and glad to have someone to talk with that wasn’t intended to be supper.
Glancing back at the club, momentarily, Drusilla licked a spot of blood at the corner of her lips, “Already went in for a drink, she tasted of cloves and sage. Oh, but if you’d like, we can go and listen to the heartbeats thunder in our ears.”
Always on the Job
decentspotofviolence:
Spike frowned as he realized she was quivering in a way she hadn’t since she’d been sick from that mob. He moved to ease her down on the curb, “Yeh, that’s her… Drusilla, do you mean you can’t contain the vision?”
She shook her head and whimpered, as she sat on the curb Spike guided her to. Her eyes stared, focused on something he couldn’t see, and she reached out to shield her eyes.
“Like cracks in crystal... It’s so beautiful and bright, I’m blinded by it, but the order’s all wrong.” She looked up at Spike with tears in her eyes, “Shifting and... I can’t, Spike. Please... You’re drowning in the light.”
Isn’t That Peculiar
littlcstwolf:
Hope is less than thrilled to have the woman touching her, even for the briefest of moments. “Do not touch me,” she snaps, lifting her hand to slap away the vampire’s. Hope knew her magic affected her family and those types of vampires well, also the chimera boy she met. But her magic, she wasn’t sure of effective it would be against a demon. And she did not want to dip back into the dark magic she’d tried to hard to push away from her.
“How do you know all of this?” she demands, eyes narrowed in anger. This woman speaks in riddles dipped in truth and it hurts Hope that a stranger knows these things. “You are here with her.” Not a question, an accusation. “I will not go back, you will not take me back!” A snap of anger, a swirl of magic. The air crackles with electric energy and the wind picks up around them.
Drawing her hand back Drusilla smiled at the girl’s feisty reaction, “Something’s got you on edge,dearie... I can feel the electricity tumbling and rumbling inside you.”
She closed her eyes and drew a hand along her body as if feeling the current before stopping to answer the girl’s question. Her eyes snapped back open and she giggled, “The pixies whisper secrets to me.”
Blinking ins surprise, Drusilla stepped back at the accusation, tiling her head curiously at Hope. “Take you back to who, dearie?”
There was a tremble in her voice as the winds rose, “You’re all blue and white, swirling with ash.” She shook her head and stumbled back a few steps, trying to decipher the vision in front of her eyes. She reached back to hold onto the wrought iron cemetery gate and keep from falling. “What are you?”
You Don’t Own Me | Open
Waiting for the song to end, Taylor felt the woman’s eyes on her body. It made the blonde smirk with amusement as the final chords played out and her body glided across the floor.
Approaching the bar the parched blonde ordered herself a coke before glancing down at the female sipping on some white wine. “So are you from around here?” Taylor found herself asking since the woman kept staring at her. Briefly Taylor wondered if she was a MILF or a Cougar or something given the circumstances.
“Mm, no. Not from anywhere anymore,” She replied as the young girl looked over to ask her a question. She set the wine glass down and continued, the voices whispering things in the back of her mind. “But you’re not either, are you? You’re all April showers… But not quite a flower just yet. The bloom is just beneath the surface.”
Figments of Perception
If she could see things, did that mean that she was –what they called Witch? there had been talk of the town that vampires resided here years ago and that Witches here had their magic. Something told Issac that she couldn’t be a witch considering her scent was one of a vampire–a strange one at that.
“You said that before.” he understood that she knew he was a wolf, but that still didn’t explain why she was a bit more interested in what he was. Little cub? “I’m not little.” he felt he needed to add that considering he was pretty tall than the average.
She began to circle him as if he was a prey and she was sizing him up, but he kept his eyes on her as she did so. The woman was going on about Alpha, and for some reason she thought that he was actually interested in this, and he didn’t need to be Alpha. “I do not seek power and I am stronger on my own, I don’t need to be above anyone.”
“Did I?” she asked looking a little confused then she shook her head, “So many words repeat themselves. Cub not small, but young... You’ve so much to learn yet.”
“Lone wolf... So many imagine they don’t need family. Not just an alpha, omega. Better than. Stronger than, all on your own, with a bit of help” Drusilla licked her upper lip.
Isn’t That Peculiar
Hope would have to ask about that, tell Davina about it because that scared her. The few places she felt safe were becoming less and less with the information she was finding. Demons allowed in the cemetery, Hope didn’t want that.
The fact that she knew who Hope was, it struck a nerve. Sure, she was used to the idea of being known now by people in her parents lives. The wolves knew her, most of the vampires in town knew her or her name- but having this stranger know her was something else. “Where I have been is none of your concern. How do you know me?”
“Shh, no need to be frightened, little star, not gonna eat you,” she said softly, as she approached Hope and touched a fingertip to the tip of the girl’s nose.
“I adore children, always wanted to be a mummy... But someone else has played the role. Not your real mummy.”
