Drusilla (shhgrrfbaddog) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2010-04-27 12:54:00 |
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Who: Drusilla and Evil Giles
What: Vortex delivery for Giles.
Warnings: Probably not.
Eligor. I name thee. Bringer of war, poisoners, pariahs, grand obscenity.
Eligor, wretched master of decay, bring your black medicine.
Come. Restore your most impious, murderous child.
From the blood of the sire she is risen.
From the blood of the sire, she shall rise again.
It was working.. The ritual had been working. Angel was bleeding, Dru could feel it, feel herself growing stronger.. But then something happened. She smelled something burning... Fire? Holy water? Had she spilled more on Angel? The torture had been sickly sweet, like the smell of rotting flesh. That wasn't it, was it? No.
Then something was pulling at her. The Slayer? No, not a person. Wind. Was it part of the ritual? A start of a vision? She struggled to hold onto her sire, not wanting to break the ritual before it was complete and her strength had been restored. Thoughts often got confused and lost in her head, but knew she had to finish this. She was too weak, though. The vortex ripped her away, breaking the chain that held their bleeding hands together.
With an anguished wail, she was thrown by the vortex into a new place. She landed in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor.