valyssia: (Drusilla)
[personal profile] valyssia

Summary: A train. A song. A body count.
Prompt #289: Celestial @ [info]tamingthemuse.
Rating: FRT: Contains Some Mature Themes: Parental Supervision Suggested.
Word Count: 575.
Beta: Howard Russell.
Character: Drusilla.
Episode #92: Crush.
Disclaimer: Another day, another…they don’t pay me anything at all. I just do this to amuse myself and you. That’s what allows me and mine to slip under the radar while playing with characters created by those more fortunate than us.

Another One Closes

The steel sings a long piercing note. My shiny, sterile prison rattles and clatters and chatters and bucks. The guards were sleepy and other others prisoners too. I’m alone with Miss Edith. She whispers the sweetest things. The music has ended. She wants me to make more.

Before the others lay down, they played the loveliest tune. Their hearts pitter-pat. Screaming, fretting, mewling…

Lemon drops and candy canes, they melted in my mouth.

The cage door opens with a screech and a whoosh. Fresh air pours in.

A nasty man calls out, “Sunnydale Station! Last stop this line.” He’s here to hurt me.

I scurry into the shadows like a little mouse.

The steps creak. Nosey man. He lumbers up the aisle toward me. He’s come to the dance, but he’s worn the wrong tie. Naughty, naughty. Tin badges and starched blues. A soldier, like the ones who defiled my precious boy.

He’s about to learn. This mouse has teeth.

I coil.

He creeps.

I spring.

He screams, “Oh god! Oh please!” Naughty little Tommy tries to scamper away.

Miss Edith laughs and claps her hands.

I snare him. Thrashing, tugging, wailing, “Help me! Somebody please! Help me!” All flailing limbs and nummy fear. I string him up by his tie. He should’ve worn a bow. He wriggles and writhes, like a worm on a hook.

His legs dance a clumsy jig as I bite down. An overripe peach, his juices spurt down my throat, warm and lovely. I lap and suck and squeeze, wringing the wriggle right out of him. I let go. He dangles there, a marionette tangled by its wires. All twisted joints, bugging eyes and lolling head. Another tin soldier to fill the coffer.

Delighted, I sashay down the aisle. A chill hits my skin, my first breath of freedom in hours and days and weeks. Miss Edith stays behind to keep watch. She’ll let me know when the shrew discovers the pretty picture I made for her. I whirl and twirl, looking up. My beautiful stars swirl like celestial soup in a great iron pot.

I stop, facing the giant metal coffin that brought me here. Song fills me, bubbling up and brimming over. “The Sandman's coming in his train of cars…” I shimmy and sway. “…with moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars.”

The songs are all mine now. There’s no one else left to sing. Daddy’s lost. And my darling, daughter - grandmummy despairs. I must find my prince. Only he can mend our happy family. He was the bravest knight in all the land, but his mind has been poisoned.

My heart breaks for him. Poor dear boy, he’s so confused. He needs my help. I must show him the way. Lead him from the forest. He’s gotten very, very lost. I should’ve never left him.

Wicked little tart, with rancor in her heart, deceitful, treacherous, tricky, weaving a web of hateful lies and pretty promises. Sweet tawny thighs. Tempting succulent flesh. My William is only a man after all.

Louses in the meal, the lot of them! Squish one and there’s another and another and another… Filthy vermin! They burrow and gorge and tear…devouring everything that is good. Crush them all!

I see her clear as day reflected in the carriage glass. She’s in chains.

My heart soars. Mustn’t dawdle. No time to waste. There’s much to do. It’s left to me to set things right.

Date: 2012-02-03 10:30 am (UTC)
gillo: (Spike pretty)
From: [personal profile] gillo
Mmm. Yummy Drusilla perspective - you have caught her voice beautifully.

Date: 2012-02-04 09:43 pm (UTC)
sparrow2000: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sparrow2000
Nice shivery snapshot of Dru. I can just picture her sashaying down the aisle of the train - sashay is such a lovely word.

The mixture of brutal images "I string him up by his tie." and sly humour "He should’ve worn a bow." works particularly well for Dru.

Date: 2012-02-05 07:54 pm (UTC)
sparrow2000: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sparrow2000
I really like the idea of your Empty Spaces series and must catch up with the others that you've done

One of the things I really liked about TtM is that the prompt, while sometimes frustrating, more often than not sparks off a thought in an interesting direction allowing exactly these kind of character studies or missing scenes. I remember having a Dru piece in my head that I couldn't get out, then one week the prompt was 'Topaz' and out it came. A few months later, the prompt was 'swank' and all of a sudden there was vamp Xander is all his glory.

So yeah, I'm thrilled you are enjoying yourself, and we will enjoy the fruits of your labours! :)

Date: 2012-02-05 09:46 pm (UTC)
evilawyer: young black-tailed prairie dog at SF Zoo (Default)
From: [personal profile] evilawyer
Ooooh, so lovely. Drusilla had a way of making madness seem so tantalizing, and you've captured that perfectly in this.

P.S. Your captcha choice is too hard to see for people with astigmatism. Well, for me, anyway. DW mentioned something about easier-to-read captcha in it's last maintenance newsletter. (For what it's worth, I've had almost no trouble with spam on communities and accounts I have.)

Date: 2012-07-07 07:51 am (UTC)
rebcake: Drusilla: Come to mama (btvs dru mama)
From: [personal profile] rebcake
Ooooh! Well done. Lovely, lilting language that is so Dru, playful, shifting, and bloody. ♥

Date: 2012-10-26 10:17 pm (UTC)
pickamix: (Drusilla)
From: [personal profile] pickamix
Lovely Drusilla voice!!!!

*hugs and love*

March 2014



Little About a Girl
The Latest Nonsense
My Chorus




Fiction Master List
Monthly Fiction Recap
Archive History




FRTCharlatan’s Web
FRTFleeting Moments
FRCHow Not to Say No
FRCSomething Glue
FRTA Study in Chartreuse


Short Stories


FRAOAnd Wouldn’t You Be Bored?
FRMAnother Side of Faith
FRTAnswer Me These Questions Three
FRAOIn the Mourning
FRAOOne Kiss, Two Kiss…
FRTOne of Five
FRTOne Teensy Little Problem
FRMThese and Other Differences
FRMWalk About


Side Stories


Table of Contents
FRTNew Blood
FRTNow and Then


Novellas & Novels


FRAO-GVBloodletting (the Final Cut)





Table of Contents
FRTCrossed Wires
FRTCross Words
FRTCross Purposes
FRTWhere Dreams Cross
FRTCross Section
FRTPaths Crossed
FRTLines Crossed
FRTCrossing the Rubicon
FRTIn the Crosshairs
FRTCross Examine


A.T.S. (2009 – present)


Table of Contents
FRTThe Outsider
FRMThe Noose


A.T.S. Fragments


FRAO-GVCrimes: Dream Sequence
FRAOCrimes: The Second Time
FRAOCrimes: It’s Just Sex
FRMCrimes: Fresh Linens




Empty Spaces


Table of Contents
FRTA Single Step
FRCThe Paragon of Monsters
FRTCrossed Wires
FRTIt’s a Glamorous Job…
FRTOwen Who?
FRTAbsolute Zero
FRCKinda Pretty
FRTFishwife Blues
FRCGlass Heart
FRTAnother One Closes
FRTIn the Time of Wolves


The River’s Daughter


Table of Contents
FRTIn Blue Moon’s Light
FRMCapture Theory
FRAOAn Effigy to Aphelion
FRAOA Keyhole in the Sun
FRAOHesperus in Retrograde
FRTThe Two-Body Problem


S.O.R. Fragments


FRMA Prelude to Schism
FRTBalance (an Interlude)
FRTTherapy and Waffles
FRCSoft Spot
FRMUse of Force


Thirteen Steps (2007)


Table of Contents
FRMThe Outsider
FRMThe Noose
FRMWeak and Powerless
FRAOThe Package
FRAOFor Marie
FRAO-GVA Stranger






FRTOn Writing Series
FRMA Selective Meme
FRTFanFiction Writing Meme