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Devour me first, or I shall eat you up. (Spike for now.)
Pennsylvania. She did not remember Pennsylvania.
She had been there, she knew. They had passed through here, once upon a time - they’d passed through most of this big, empty country together, but they’d always flown by the empty spaces like this used to be. These little towns were good to stop in, light a fire, and blow past – they were nothing compared to the blazing centers of chaos they usually sought out.
Not now, though. Now things were different.
Before she even stepped off the train, she could hear it – the low, pulsing thrum of fear that penetrated the place. It reminded her of California, and for good reason –Hell had arrived here. There were vicious beasties lurking in the dark, plotting nasty little games in every corner. The thought made her smile, made her want to dance – especially since one of those beasties was her William.
Maybe.
Drusilla had felt it happen. He’d been oceans away, but she still felt his soul coming like the earth feels a meteor when it strikes. She refused to believe that the thing had blown Spike away entirely.
A soul only changes a person so much, after all, and Drusilla was in his blood. But she had to know.
Her boot heels clicked softly on the pavement as she walked. It must be close – she could practically smell him through the winter air. So predictable, her Spike. It took only moments to smell the other things, as well – the stench of old liquor, sweat, vomit, and acrid cleaning supplies.
She stopped, valise in hand, and smoothed her soft grey dress as she peered at the sign above her. It read ‘The Dark Side of the Moon’. She smiled, and opened the door.
She had been there, she knew. They had passed through here, once upon a time - they’d passed through most of this big, empty country together, but they’d always flown by the empty spaces like this used to be. These little towns were good to stop in, light a fire, and blow past – they were nothing compared to the blazing centers of chaos they usually sought out.
Not now, though. Now things were different.
Before she even stepped off the train, she could hear it – the low, pulsing thrum of fear that penetrated the place. It reminded her of California, and for good reason –Hell had arrived here. There were vicious beasties lurking in the dark, plotting nasty little games in every corner. The thought made her smile, made her want to dance – especially since one of those beasties was her William.
Maybe.
Drusilla had felt it happen. He’d been oceans away, but she still felt his soul coming like the earth feels a meteor when it strikes. She refused to believe that the thing had blown Spike away entirely.
A soul only changes a person so much, after all, and Drusilla was in his blood. But she had to know.
Her boot heels clicked softly on the pavement as she walked. It must be close – she could practically smell him through the winter air. So predictable, her Spike. It took only moments to smell the other things, as well – the stench of old liquor, sweat, vomit, and acrid cleaning supplies.
She stopped, valise in hand, and smoothed her soft grey dress as she peered at the sign above her. It read ‘The Dark Side of the Moon’. She smiled, and opened the door.