darla is the sire of evil incarnate (siredthescourge) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-11 14:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | darla, drusilla, spike, veronica mars |
Who: Darla, Spike, Veronica, and Drusilla (posted in tagging order)
What: Having fun with their new 'toy'.
When: Does it really matter anymore?
Where: A mansion on the hill with some very dead owners
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Always one for wanting a view, Darla had managed to pick herself out a rather nice home that rested high above the booming metropolis of Los Angeles. It had taken very little time to convince the man of the house to let her inside, and even less time to dispose of both he and his wife. She'd sired the hired help on duty (three maids and the butler) and had killed the others when they'd arrived for work the next day. Now, a few weeks after her unexpected return, she had herself a nice home with a wonderful view. And, of course, was more than happy to allow both Spike and Drusilla to stay there. They were, after all, her family.
Still, it had been quite some time since the blonde had resided with Drusilla, and even longer since she'd lived with Spike, so it wasn't always easy. Dru's riddles grew old after a while, and Spike's obsession with taking down Buffy wasn't much better. For the most part, though, Darla left them to their own devices and continued to focus on her ultimate plan: to get her boy back.
Deadpool was set to show up any day now with little Kathy and Darla had been busy preparing the room where she was going to keep the little dear. The basement had already been turned into nothing short of a torture chamber, so that was always an option, but small children broke so easily that Darla really didn't want to start the girl out there. She wouldn't last more than a few hours and she needed to be alive if Angel was going to come rescue her.
So Darla had decided on the bedroom in the wing of the house she'd claimed as her own. She'd had all sorts of neat toys brought in, but was missing a few necessities. Chains, for one. Fortunately, they had an abundance in the basement so she went in search of them.
And instead found a bruised and bloodied blonde girl that she'd never seen before in her life.
"What," the vampire demanded as she stalked into the room and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Veronica as though she were the most annoying thing she'd ever seen in her four hundred plus years, "is that, and why is it here?"