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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 3, 2008 18:06:38 GMT -5
Drusilla walked into the dark room with her doll clutched tightly to her chest.
She looked pointedly at Buffy.
"You stole something from me and I want it back."
She glanced back at the unconscious Spike who hung limp against the back wall and then turned back to her "meal."
She tsked and walked in a circle around Buffy, making her squirm. She SO did not like this. Nope, not at all...........
Dru: Ooooh, naughty girl, stealing another's toy! You should say sorry!
She kneeled to eye level with the blonde slayer, pulling out bits of her hair and looking at it fondly. "Hmmm, you smell delicious.......!"
She traced a long pointy nail down her face and used her tongue to swirl around the tip, getting the blood off.
Buffy used the last of her strength to pull at the chains which will not come loose.
Dru: Bad girl, you shall get no cake tonight!
With that, she pulled up her game face and readied herself to attack the delicious nectar beneath the soft velvety skin. Buffy screamed, Spike cried. Tonight is the night of victory. For the darkest of plums............
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 3, 2008 23:05:05 GMT -5
The last thing she saw was her own lips wrapping around a broken artery. It was all in slow motion. Fast forward, really quick motion.
The first taste of the coppery elixir filled up her mouth, making her quiver in disgust. She felt like she had given up. Like she had finally let go.
The whisperings and cooing noises Dru made didn't help. It only made what happened to her real.
Her brain burned, her body ached, her throat dry. She's really gunning for death.
But death is not warranted.
It still has its excruciating burn.
Its desire to lie.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Apr 3, 2008 23:11:23 GMT -5
She searched in vain for the slight beating of her heart. Even a tiny thumping would have made her day.
But NOOOO, today is not her day.
It was someone elses' victory.
Buffy looked around the dark danky room only to find her lover still strapped tightly to that foreign wall and the long hair cascading over slender shoulders. Who else but her sire. Dru.
Buffy: O.k., the last thing I remember...........
Her voice trailed off as she stared stupified at her sire as her mind relived every detail.
"What. Did. You. Do?"
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