Another Buffy Xmas Ficlet

[alixtii]

Title: A Christmas Carol
Character: Drusilla
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG-13
Note: For the "Christmas" prompt of fanfic100. I'll link to the Windows of My Soul masterlist when I'm not quite so busy.

A Christmas Carol

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day;
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.

Drusilla sang the carol softly to herself as she walked through the streets of Los Angeles at night. She liked songs, always had since her mother would sing to her as a child to calm her, even if this song had it all wrong. Why would one need to be saved from Satan’s power? She was a devil’s child, and she excelled at it. Angelus had taught that to her so many years ago.

But now her world had been turned upside-down. Or right side-up. Or inside-out. Whatever happened, she didn’t like it. She could feel this new soul inside her, like licorice. Now the pixies were all flustered, and kept screaming things at her that she didn’t understand. Were they angry at her? Would the horse ever pull the cart through the city again? Or would Lady Godiva just shiver and die?

From inside one of the abandoned buildings, she could hear frenzied chanting as she passed. A nest of vampires, no doubt, their voices raised in cheerful revelry to celebrate Gurnenthar's Ascendance, with hollering and dolls and knives. A tea party.

And of course, as with any good tea party, there would be a virgin sacrifice. Drusilla made her way into the building, eager to catch sight of the festivities. A circle of a half-dozen vampires stood around their human victim, who laid on the floor, gagged and stripped down to her underwear. A lamb for the slaughter. Two of them chanted, the others standing around chugging beers. Like tin soldiers.

The first vampire didn’t even see her as she plunged a sprig of holly into his heart.

The other vampires turned on her, suddenly alert. They came closer, closer—then! Her body was poetry as it moved, as she danced, as she blocked their blows and returned each of them to the dust from which they had been made. Such delicious, delightful violence.

They were young, fresh from the grave, children with sugarplums dancing in their heads. They did not know how to make their dances into poetry, preferring to rely on brute strength.

They would never grow up, never become the artists that her Angelus and her William had been. Drusilla stood alone now, surrounded by dust, and turned to the young girl, bound, gagged, and stripped.

“Tsk, tsk,” she said. “What will your mother say?”
And she left.

Comments

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Lovely Drusilla there. Especially with the holly sprig.

Gina

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure why Drusilla would have a stake on her, then decided to go with the holiday theme. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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[(Anonymous)]

@George, is all very well and good for a man to tell a woman that the fight for gender qtaliuy is over for a long time already', mm? It does demonstrate that you've not actually listened to what Skud has to say, however, which sadly disproves your point. Please think about this a woman has pointed out something that she feels is a problem, and your response to her was to demand that you've a right to use her sex as a means of entertainment because you like naked women , you've a right to express opinions with the implication that this exists even if those opinions insult or objectify her, to ask why she's wasting her time as implied in the question of why she's not fighting for equality in other things (which conveniently don't concern you so much), tell her that her ideas are BS and illogical, and to fairly directly imply that it's SHE who is prejudiced. You've stated that your a heterosexual male. That right there tells us that you are in two positions of privilege. It can be very difficult for people in positions of privileged to come to terms with that because it inherently means that there are people who are not afforded the same benefits as yourself.It's that privileged which affords you a sense of having a right to whatever you like, no matter the cost to others, and leads you to believe that equating someone's sex (or race, etc) to the colour of fonts on slides to be an appropriate correlation.

[shinodabear.livejournal.com]

Wonderful Dru here. Love the touch of the sprig of holly through the hearts.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[lastscorpion.livejournal.com]

What a cool little story! Honestly, I think Drusilla with a soul would probably be even scarier than she already is.

[alixtii.livejournal.com]

I tend to agree. Thank you!