BtVS: "Beasts of Blood"
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Title: Beasts of Blood
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character: Drusilla
Word Count: 265
Timeline/Continuity: Sometime around "Destiny."
Summary: Drusilla does not fear the wild beasts of the forest, but brings them to her bloody bosom. Part of Windows of My Soul: A Drusilla Project for
fanfic100. The prompt was #045, "Moon."
Beasts of Blood
Drusilla is a creature of death, and so all but the strongest of the creatures of the forest fear her and avoid her. They sense what she is through pure instinct, just as a pomegranate needs nothing but instinct to fall from its tree. The larger animals, they desire her flesh, the potency of her blood; they wish to tear the cold flesh from her body until they sever her neck and she turns to dust in their mouths. They recognize what she is, and hunger for her power as only creatures of this forest would know to do.
Drusilla does not fear them, of course; she is a creature of death, and she brings death to them oh-so-quickly, using her claw-like nails to slice through one, then the next. Soon the pack of wolves lies dead at her feet, and she picks them up, one by one, and begins to feed off them until she is full. So much wolf-blood, much more than she could ever need, so she uses her fingernail to cut open her wrist, and then lets the blood fall into the mouth of the dying wolf. She drinks some more, then turns another.
What will happen to them? Can animals become vampires? Even the stars do not know; it has never happened before. But they watch intently, through the dense trees which shield Drusilla from the sun, eager to find out.
She does not bury them. They are animals, unbaptized, and in no need of funeral. But she waits with the stars, to see if they rise with the moon.
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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character: Drusilla
Word Count: 265
Timeline/Continuity: Sometime around "Destiny."
Summary: Drusilla does not fear the wild beasts of the forest, but brings them to her bloody bosom. Part of Windows of My Soul: A Drusilla Project for
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Beasts of Blood
Drusilla is a creature of death, and so all but the strongest of the creatures of the forest fear her and avoid her. They sense what she is through pure instinct, just as a pomegranate needs nothing but instinct to fall from its tree. The larger animals, they desire her flesh, the potency of her blood; they wish to tear the cold flesh from her body until they sever her neck and she turns to dust in their mouths. They recognize what she is, and hunger for her power as only creatures of this forest would know to do.
Drusilla does not fear them, of course; she is a creature of death, and she brings death to them oh-so-quickly, using her claw-like nails to slice through one, then the next. Soon the pack of wolves lies dead at her feet, and she picks them up, one by one, and begins to feed off them until she is full. So much wolf-blood, much more than she could ever need, so she uses her fingernail to cut open her wrist, and then lets the blood fall into the mouth of the dying wolf. She drinks some more, then turns another.
What will happen to them? Can animals become vampires? Even the stars do not know; it has never happened before. But they watch intently, through the dense trees which shield Drusilla from the sun, eager to find out.
She does not bury them. They are animals, unbaptized, and in no need of funeral. But she waits with the stars, to see if they rise with the moon.
Go to the Windows of My Soul masterlist.
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Date: 2005-11-18 07:25 pm (UTC)