Post by Drusilla {banned} on Mar 12, 2010 12:02:52 GMT -5
After roaming in Italy, France, and Jerusalem, Drusilla tired of the Old World, and returned to the New. Her wanderings took her to Sunnydale, the Moon singing to her of her Prince. Spike. And she knew where she could find him, or where he'd find her. His crypt. Red spiked heels sunk in the soft soil of the cemetery as Drusilla moved silently to his crypt. In her arms she cradled her favored doll, Miss Edith. Her eyes were half closed, it was his scent that lead her, that drove her on. "My sweet, Spike." Her fingertips trailed over rough gravestones as she weaved between them.
Pausing before his crypt, she tilted her head, as if listening to something only she could hear. "Hmmm, he's all gone. Not here now, but soon. Yes, Miss Edith, we shall wait for our sweet William." She crept toward the crypt and let herself in, inhaling the dank scents deeply. "Mmmmm." She murmured. Soft clicks of her heels followed her movements as she inspected the place. It was very much the same as she had remembered. A plush bed in one corner, a lounge chair in front of an old TV set where Spike watched his shows. The stale tang of cigarette smoke clung in the atmosphere, laced with delicate hints of sour mash whiskey. Drusilla's eyes fluttered shut as she recalled those tastes dancing upon her tongue as she kissed her beloved. Would he be her Prince, her sweet and dark Spike? Or would he be the Spike that loved the Slayer and tasted of ashes?
Dru found herself before a stone wall, shackles hung from the ceiling. She tittered, giggling as she reached out to touch the rusted links. The clanking of the chains brought back such fond memories of her time with her Prince. She moved back to the bed, where she tucked Miss Edith in, placing the dolls head upon the red silken pillow. Bringing a finger to her ruby red lips, she purred softly. "Shhhh. Night night, Miss Edith." Drusilla perched herself on the end of the bed, smoothing her long skirts around her. Her eyes focused on the door before her. Soon, very soon her Prince would return home. "Be my sweet Willie once more, for Princess." She whispered to stars, hidden by the stone that surrounded her. Falling back onto the bed, Drusilla’s long, dark hair spread around her head like a halo. “Run and catch………………run and catch………….” She began to whispered her favorite lullaby as she waited her Prince’s coming.
Drusilla thought she should have brought Spike a special gift. Virgin maidens, 3 of them. One for each, and one to share. But if he still possessed a soul, the virgin blood would be wasted. Perhaps they could hunt together, like old times. If, that is, he wasn’t burdened with a stinking, human soul. “The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.” She smiled, giggling to herself as she lay prone on the bed.
Pausing before his crypt, she tilted her head, as if listening to something only she could hear. "Hmmm, he's all gone. Not here now, but soon. Yes, Miss Edith, we shall wait for our sweet William." She crept toward the crypt and let herself in, inhaling the dank scents deeply. "Mmmmm." She murmured. Soft clicks of her heels followed her movements as she inspected the place. It was very much the same as she had remembered. A plush bed in one corner, a lounge chair in front of an old TV set where Spike watched his shows. The stale tang of cigarette smoke clung in the atmosphere, laced with delicate hints of sour mash whiskey. Drusilla's eyes fluttered shut as she recalled those tastes dancing upon her tongue as she kissed her beloved. Would he be her Prince, her sweet and dark Spike? Or would he be the Spike that loved the Slayer and tasted of ashes?
Dru found herself before a stone wall, shackles hung from the ceiling. She tittered, giggling as she reached out to touch the rusted links. The clanking of the chains brought back such fond memories of her time with her Prince. She moved back to the bed, where she tucked Miss Edith in, placing the dolls head upon the red silken pillow. Bringing a finger to her ruby red lips, she purred softly. "Shhhh. Night night, Miss Edith." Drusilla perched herself on the end of the bed, smoothing her long skirts around her. Her eyes focused on the door before her. Soon, very soon her Prince would return home. "Be my sweet Willie once more, for Princess." She whispered to stars, hidden by the stone that surrounded her. Falling back onto the bed, Drusilla’s long, dark hair spread around her head like a halo. “Run and catch………………run and catch………….” She began to whispered her favorite lullaby as she waited her Prince’s coming.
Drusilla thought she should have brought Spike a special gift. Virgin maidens, 3 of them. One for each, and one to share. But if he still possessed a soul, the virgin blood would be wasted. Perhaps they could hunt together, like old times. If, that is, he wasn’t burdened with a stinking, human soul. “The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.” She smiled, giggling to herself as she lay prone on the bed.
