Drusilla (blackberrypatch) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-28 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | drusilla, tony hill |
who| Drusilla and [OPEN
what| How much more childlike can Drusilla possibly get?
when| Afternoon. No stupid sun is telling Dru what to do.
where| From Dru's hidey-hole to a local bookshop.
rating| PG-13
status| Thread, Open, and Incomplete
It wasn't until the third time Drusilla burned her arm trying to walk out into the afternoon blaze that she remembered she was a vampire, and the revelation wasn't a pleasant one. She'd woken up in a dark room without her sisters sleeping beside her, had the start of her afterlife, and tried to escape the unfamiliar basement apartment only to find her skin sizzled whenever she attempted to propell herself out the door.
Some small, shivering part of her wanted to flee to the nearest church and hide for the rest of her life, until she was cleansed again, but even the thought of a cross made her eyes sting and head swim. She swatted impatiently at the little burning birds circling her head, before finally giving in to watching them for a while. Finally, they flitted away into the darkness of the apartment, leaving little trails of fading light behind them. She didn't want to wait until night to hunt; she was scared and hungry, and who was the sun to tell her what to do? She was strong and beautiful and immortal. It was just the sun.
Drusilla put on her longest dress, and the big, fluffy coat with the hood she'd peeled off the body of a socialite on Christmas Eve, and slipped Miss Edith into the pocket. She still smoked a little as she walked, but the little bookstore on the corner had a basement, and all the windows had curtains. A stockboy pulled them shut for her, and when there wasn't a bit of light left streaming through, she pushed the hood back from her face and took the kindly woman at her elbow by the throat.
"They put something in my candy," She cooed, forcing the woman's neck this way and that, testing the limits before she snapped it. "And my Mummy wasn't here to tell me what was bad to eat."