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DISCLAIMER: Only Joss.
SUMMARY: Darkfic. PG-13. Drusilla's day, parallel to AtS5.
WORDCOUNT: 519
NOTES: Written for Spikess
NIGHT FALLS WITHIN HER
by Leni
A whisper, a shift in the air like the beginning of a storm and Drusilla's eyes opened.
Night had already fallen. Bad Drusilla, sleeping in when summer nights were too short for
a proper hunt. She slid from the bed, careful not to disturb the heavy body she'd been too
tired to throw away. Her head tilted to a side as she considered doing it now. Corpses
made for bad roommates. She laughed, no, this apartment was too tiny; she would be
gracious in giving it back to its owner.
She took the stairs on her way down, elevators still made her dizzy with their speed and
their people's constant in and out. Why should she hurry when time slowed its pace for
her? Mmm, delicious night. So beautiful and... Her focus shifted as she saw the man
running up the stairs in her direction. Oh. A straggler running behind the elevator. How
convenient, she thought distractedly as she sank her teeth and muffled his scream under
her hand. Oh, the janitor would be mad when he found this mess. She giggled as she skipped
down, she didn't want to be there when discoveries were made.
She breathed in deeply when she found the town's main street. Where to go? Where to go?
The whispers grew in intensity in her mind, inviting themselves over for a donut and a cup
of tea. Drusilla hated donuts, it only made the blood too sweet to swallow. She couldn't
bear it when that happened. Too thick, too slow. She couldn't hear the whispers clearly.
It was lost. It was madness. She shook her head, hoping to disambling their tables and
overturning their chairs. They screeched in response, angry words with furious little
shakes of fists in the air.
Spike had done that gesture all the time. Were they telling her about her boy? Drusilla
wanted to smile and pet their heads soothingly. Were they missing her baby too? He would
come back. He always did. Yes, there it was. A word that sounded like his name, like L.A.,
like sweet kitties with their nine lives and their long moody tails. Drusilla worried her
fingernail between her teeth. Silly boy, silly silly boy... for how many lifetimes would
he keep this charade?
Drusilla sat down at the diner and made the cute waitress bring her tea and strawberry
donuts to the parking place. Nineteen-year-olds were still more trusting than the TV
ladies led you to believe.
"You've been working too hard. Want to share?"
A shy smile and the girl sat on the passenger's seat, unaware of the pale hand half hidden
in the shadows. Really, humans were so easy. Had her boys really thought she wouldn't
survive? Silly little children.
"I have something for you. A secret." The brown eyes finally widened in alert.
Too late, little girl. Time for the third snack and the bell just rung. "Come into
me." Third is your lucky charm and nine is three by three...
Drusilla licked her lips in contentment. Yes, she could give her Spike nine lifetimes to
come to his senses.
The End
09/10/04
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