Fanged Four Ficathon
Sorry, that I'm a bit late, but I couldn't get a internet connection the whole day.
Title: Letting Go
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Written for: inlovewithnight
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Darla
He didn’t flinch when she dipped her lips towards his bare neck. She slowly opened her mouth and sank her fangs deeply into his throat.
Drusilla felit it again. The profond longing for this human. He was different. She could tell it by the way he moved and the way his eyes darted towards the stars at night. Even his heartbeat seperated him from other humans. Drusilla had silently observed him since she saw him for the first time sitting in the middle of the park. Her family didn’t know. He was hers only and she didn’t want to share her joy with anyone.
Not until tonight.
His hot blood coursed down her throat and the taste of him inflamed her senses. Drusilla sank her fangs into his flash as deeply as she could, fighting the temptation to drink every last drop of his blood. She had to remain herself that the idea was not to drain him, but to sire him.
After a long time she finally let go of him, her tongue tracing the contours of her fangs. A small smile crossed her cold lips. His frightened eyes stared into her and he started to tremble. Drusilla moved one slender finger towards his face and traced the lines of his lips. This one was still young, even for a human.
“Shh. No need to be afraid, Mommy’s here,” she whispered into his ear, leaning closer towards him. “Look at your face. It’s a beautiful poem.”
She drew a sharp fingernail across her wrist and watched in amazement at the blood. Her blood, that would end his human existance and commend his immortal one.
With one last glance at him, she pressed her wrist to his lips, a soft sigh escaping her at the feeling. "I'll be with you forever now. Can you feel me? I can feel me, rushing through your veins.”
She shape-shifted back into her human guise and stroked his blond, curly hair with her fingers. “You’ll make Grandmother smile again, until Daddy comes back to us.”
*
The howling autumn wind carried a hint of winter’s bite. Ever since the Master had turned her into one of his children so many years ago, her senses were more sensitive.
The only sound was the small fire at the other side of the room. Sometimes Darla spend hours, thinking about why she needed the sound of burning fire, a nasty habit that she’d picked up lately. It couldn’t help her to get warm. The cold, that she felt deep down inside her made her dead heart arch in pain.
Darla slowly rose from the old chair and walked towards one of the windows. Her alabaster skin gloomed in the moonlight. Cold rain poured down and Darla shook her head. They had to get away from here, as fast as they could. Europe was a constant reminder of her loss.
The Scourge of Europe.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Tracking and killing men had been their pleasure for ages. Until he changed. Until he got himself a soul.
Just the thought about this night made her stomach twist in pain. Her Angelus, her mate, was gone and with him the brutality, the feral pleasure of the kill. Angelus was blood and life.
Darla closed her eyes for a brief moment. It hurt to think about him. To remind herself about what they once were. Now she was alone. She’d never told them the truth about why he’d left them. They were still too young to understand what it meant.
Spike rarely seemed to mind at all. With Angelus gone, he was the one in Drusilla’s life. But Darla knew better. Angelus would always be a part of her and the crazy vampire would never stop thinking about her sire.
Darla knew that soon the two would leave her, too. She was still the silent leader and never would anyone try to change the fact. But she felt the unsteadiness, the desire and power. She could see the icy contempt and hatred smoldered in Spike’s eyes, whenever she told him what to do. He was still too young to understand the true nature of power, but it was not for Darla to teach him. He would learn on his own.
Drusilla, on the other hand spend hours mourning over him. Even as a child of the evil, inside she was still the girl she was before he’d turned her. Somehow innocent and full of hope. She was hurt and betrayed, because her Daddy had left her.
She heard footsteps and within a second knew it was him, coming back from his hunt. She could smell his anger and frustration, mixed with fresh blood. A weak smile crossed her face. At least she was not the only one who couldn’t find satisfaction in killing.
“Where’s Dru?” His rough, angry voice made Darla chuckle.
She turned away from the window, locking eyes with him. In those eyes he discerned years of unhealed grief and sorrow. Of what he could not tell and she knew he wouldn’t dare to ask.
Her elegant face, pale and lovely showed a cold, distant expression.
“Gone,” she whispered and shook her head. It was the same conservation as every night. No one knew where Drusilla went and Darla didn’t care much. The other vampire would always come back. It was not her job to look after Dru or Spike.
“When did she leave?”
“Probably hours ago. I’m not her babysitter, she can take care of herself.”
Darla studied the blonde vampire in front of her for a moment. He was still trying to understand Dru and the way she behaved. Something she gave up years ago.
With one last sigh she walked past him out of the room.
*
Spike frowned at her harsh voice and inhaled sharply. Where was Dru and what was she doing? According to Darla, she had fled the house hours ago.
She could be anywhere by now, he groused unhappily.
He turned with a sigh and stepped back to the door. He could feel a brush of wind through it. Images of his hunt crossed his mind. He’d found a young couple, not far away from the pub, sitting together and watching the stars.
He’d killed both as fast as he could.
For the first time since they came to London, Spike thought they’d made a mistake. Something had happned to Dru, something that made her dissapear every night and he was dying to know what it was. Whenever he’d asked her, she’d only smiled and told him everything would be fine again.
Spike grinned. His Dru had a woman’s face, but a child’s ability to cause trouble. He did remember being startled to see such a sweet face, when they met for the first time. Her beauty had made it hard for him to breath.
He had finally met death and eternal life.
Sleep was not an option. He prowled around inside and outside the
house, careful not to disturb Darla’s sleep. She’d been in a bad mood, ever since Angelus’d left. So much had changed.
Spike wasn’t naïve. Even with him gone, Dru wasn’t his at all, probably never would.
For now it was enough.
The sound of someone opening the door brought him back to reality. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Dru. Her scent was overwhelming and he could hear her humming voice coming towards him. But there was something else, or someone else.
He frowned, turned around, and watched her standing in the doorway with a smile on her face, holding hands with a boy. This one was hardly 18 years old with huge, blue eyes and blonde curly hair. It took him a few seconds to understand what she’d done.
“Dru?" he whispered, not quite sure what to ask her.
“Look what I found. A present for Grandmother.” The dark-haired vampire looked up at him and giggled.
*
“I felt your presence.”
Darla knew something was up the moment she felt Drusilla’s presence. Her scent was different, mixed with someone else’s. When she rose to go to her, the sight of a boy stopped her.
That’s what she’d been up to, siring someone. And of all people in London, it had to be a little boy, barely old enough to live on his own. She was angry at her. She was always angry now and thought the younger vampire’s knew better than to make it even worse.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking into Dru’s face for the first time. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Spike, watching the new child with a frown.
Drusilla stared at her and let go of the stranger’s hand. She let out a joyful laugh and started to dance. Darla hated it. The times when the dark-haired vampire’s behaviour made no sense. The times when Darla was sure she had completely lost her mind.
“I looked inside him and he looked inside me. His eyes are crystal, they can tell you great stories.” Drusilla whispered and stopped in front of the older vampire. “He tasted like honey. And now he’s yours. I brought you a present Grandmommy.”
"You've got to be kidding." Darla’s voice was thick with disdain as her eyes swept across the boy. She didn’t need another child to take care of.
Drusilla’s eyes were moist and she led out a littly cry. “He’s dead.” Darla knew she wasn’t talking about her new pet. Her whole body started to shake and she covered her face in shame. “I was a bad girl.” she repeated over and over, sobbing quietly.
After a few seconds she looked at Spike, as if to find an answer.
"No, Dru, we won't kill him," he spoke as he took her hand in his, looking mad.
"And why not?" Darla hissed at him in disbelieve. The boy seemed as messed up as Drusilla herself. He didn’t move, nor did he talk. Darla stared at him, taking in every inch of his body. Something about him wasn’t quite right. His wide eyes looked absent.
“What’s his name?” she asked, taking a step closer to him. There was no reaction.
“He has none.”
Darla snorted and looked over her shoulder to see Dru standing besides Spike with closed eyes. “He has no name?”, she asked, shaking her head in amusement. She studied his face for another minute. “Is it true?”
“He doesn’t talk. His voice got scared away at a young age.”
“How would you know if he doesn’t talk, pet?” Spike asked gently.
Drusilla slowly walked to the nameless new vampire and touched his face. For the first time since they’d arrived, the boy responded. His dizzy eyes wandered towards his sire, smiling happily.
“I can hear his voice inside my head. He tells me beautiful tails I’ve never heard before.” Anothet giggle escaped her.
Darla decided she’d heard enough. It was almost dawn and she needed to get away from the insanity around her. There was no way that she’d travel with another lunatic and Spike’s angry expression told her he thought the same.
He could deal with Dru’s new toy. Darla had made her decision. Soon she’d be on her own again, maybe going back to the Master. Her grief over what was lost had to stop and she wouldn’t find satisfaction here.
Her time with the two younger vampires was over.
~Fin~
Title: Letting Go
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Written for: inlovewithnight
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Drusilla/Spike, Darla
He didn’t flinch when she dipped her lips towards his bare neck. She slowly opened her mouth and sank her fangs deeply into his throat.
Drusilla felit it again. The profond longing for this human. He was different. She could tell it by the way he moved and the way his eyes darted towards the stars at night. Even his heartbeat seperated him from other humans. Drusilla had silently observed him since she saw him for the first time sitting in the middle of the park. Her family didn’t know. He was hers only and she didn’t want to share her joy with anyone.
Not until tonight.
His hot blood coursed down her throat and the taste of him inflamed her senses. Drusilla sank her fangs into his flash as deeply as she could, fighting the temptation to drink every last drop of his blood. She had to remain herself that the idea was not to drain him, but to sire him.
After a long time she finally let go of him, her tongue tracing the contours of her fangs. A small smile crossed her cold lips. His frightened eyes stared into her and he started to tremble. Drusilla moved one slender finger towards his face and traced the lines of his lips. This one was still young, even for a human.
“Shh. No need to be afraid, Mommy’s here,” she whispered into his ear, leaning closer towards him. “Look at your face. It’s a beautiful poem.”
She drew a sharp fingernail across her wrist and watched in amazement at the blood. Her blood, that would end his human existance and commend his immortal one.
With one last glance at him, she pressed her wrist to his lips, a soft sigh escaping her at the feeling. "I'll be with you forever now. Can you feel me? I can feel me, rushing through your veins.”
She shape-shifted back into her human guise and stroked his blond, curly hair with her fingers. “You’ll make Grandmother smile again, until Daddy comes back to us.”
*
The howling autumn wind carried a hint of winter’s bite. Ever since the Master had turned her into one of his children so many years ago, her senses were more sensitive.
The only sound was the small fire at the other side of the room. Sometimes Darla spend hours, thinking about why she needed the sound of burning fire, a nasty habit that she’d picked up lately. It couldn’t help her to get warm. The cold, that she felt deep down inside her made her dead heart arch in pain.
Darla slowly rose from the old chair and walked towards one of the windows. Her alabaster skin gloomed in the moonlight. Cold rain poured down and Darla shook her head. They had to get away from here, as fast as they could. Europe was a constant reminder of her loss.
The Scourge of Europe.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Tracking and killing men had been their pleasure for ages. Until he changed. Until he got himself a soul.
Just the thought about this night made her stomach twist in pain. Her Angelus, her mate, was gone and with him the brutality, the feral pleasure of the kill. Angelus was blood and life.
Darla closed her eyes for a brief moment. It hurt to think about him. To remind herself about what they once were. Now she was alone. She’d never told them the truth about why he’d left them. They were still too young to understand what it meant.
Spike rarely seemed to mind at all. With Angelus gone, he was the one in Drusilla’s life. But Darla knew better. Angelus would always be a part of her and the crazy vampire would never stop thinking about her sire.
Darla knew that soon the two would leave her, too. She was still the silent leader and never would anyone try to change the fact. But she felt the unsteadiness, the desire and power. She could see the icy contempt and hatred smoldered in Spike’s eyes, whenever she told him what to do. He was still too young to understand the true nature of power, but it was not for Darla to teach him. He would learn on his own.
Drusilla, on the other hand spend hours mourning over him. Even as a child of the evil, inside she was still the girl she was before he’d turned her. Somehow innocent and full of hope. She was hurt and betrayed, because her Daddy had left her.
She heard footsteps and within a second knew it was him, coming back from his hunt. She could smell his anger and frustration, mixed with fresh blood. A weak smile crossed her face. At least she was not the only one who couldn’t find satisfaction in killing.
“Where’s Dru?” His rough, angry voice made Darla chuckle.
She turned away from the window, locking eyes with him. In those eyes he discerned years of unhealed grief and sorrow. Of what he could not tell and she knew he wouldn’t dare to ask.
Her elegant face, pale and lovely showed a cold, distant expression.
“Gone,” she whispered and shook her head. It was the same conservation as every night. No one knew where Drusilla went and Darla didn’t care much. The other vampire would always come back. It was not her job to look after Dru or Spike.
“When did she leave?”
“Probably hours ago. I’m not her babysitter, she can take care of herself.”
Darla studied the blonde vampire in front of her for a moment. He was still trying to understand Dru and the way she behaved. Something she gave up years ago.
With one last sigh she walked past him out of the room.
*
Spike frowned at her harsh voice and inhaled sharply. Where was Dru and what was she doing? According to Darla, she had fled the house hours ago.
She could be anywhere by now, he groused unhappily.
He turned with a sigh and stepped back to the door. He could feel a brush of wind through it. Images of his hunt crossed his mind. He’d found a young couple, not far away from the pub, sitting together and watching the stars.
He’d killed both as fast as he could.
For the first time since they came to London, Spike thought they’d made a mistake. Something had happned to Dru, something that made her dissapear every night and he was dying to know what it was. Whenever he’d asked her, she’d only smiled and told him everything would be fine again.
Spike grinned. His Dru had a woman’s face, but a child’s ability to cause trouble. He did remember being startled to see such a sweet face, when they met for the first time. Her beauty had made it hard for him to breath.
He had finally met death and eternal life.
Sleep was not an option. He prowled around inside and outside the
house, careful not to disturb Darla’s sleep. She’d been in a bad mood, ever since Angelus’d left. So much had changed.
Spike wasn’t naïve. Even with him gone, Dru wasn’t his at all, probably never would.
For now it was enough.
The sound of someone opening the door brought him back to reality. He didn’t need to turn around to know it was Dru. Her scent was overwhelming and he could hear her humming voice coming towards him. But there was something else, or someone else.
He frowned, turned around, and watched her standing in the doorway with a smile on her face, holding hands with a boy. This one was hardly 18 years old with huge, blue eyes and blonde curly hair. It took him a few seconds to understand what she’d done.
“Dru?" he whispered, not quite sure what to ask her.
“Look what I found. A present for Grandmother.” The dark-haired vampire looked up at him and giggled.
*
“I felt your presence.”
Darla knew something was up the moment she felt Drusilla’s presence. Her scent was different, mixed with someone else’s. When she rose to go to her, the sight of a boy stopped her.
That’s what she’d been up to, siring someone. And of all people in London, it had to be a little boy, barely old enough to live on his own. She was angry at her. She was always angry now and thought the younger vampire’s knew better than to make it even worse.
“What’s this?” she asked, looking into Dru’s face for the first time. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Spike, watching the new child with a frown.
Drusilla stared at her and let go of the stranger’s hand. She let out a joyful laugh and started to dance. Darla hated it. The times when the dark-haired vampire’s behaviour made no sense. The times when Darla was sure she had completely lost her mind.
“I looked inside him and he looked inside me. His eyes are crystal, they can tell you great stories.” Drusilla whispered and stopped in front of the older vampire. “He tasted like honey. And now he’s yours. I brought you a present Grandmommy.”
"You've got to be kidding." Darla’s voice was thick with disdain as her eyes swept across the boy. She didn’t need another child to take care of.
Drusilla’s eyes were moist and she led out a littly cry. “He’s dead.” Darla knew she wasn’t talking about her new pet. Her whole body started to shake and she covered her face in shame. “I was a bad girl.” she repeated over and over, sobbing quietly.
After a few seconds she looked at Spike, as if to find an answer.
"No, Dru, we won't kill him," he spoke as he took her hand in his, looking mad.
"And why not?" Darla hissed at him in disbelieve. The boy seemed as messed up as Drusilla herself. He didn’t move, nor did he talk. Darla stared at him, taking in every inch of his body. Something about him wasn’t quite right. His wide eyes looked absent.
“What’s his name?” she asked, taking a step closer to him. There was no reaction.
“He has none.”
Darla snorted and looked over her shoulder to see Dru standing besides Spike with closed eyes. “He has no name?”, she asked, shaking her head in amusement. She studied his face for another minute. “Is it true?”
“He doesn’t talk. His voice got scared away at a young age.”
“How would you know if he doesn’t talk, pet?” Spike asked gently.
Drusilla slowly walked to the nameless new vampire and touched his face. For the first time since they’d arrived, the boy responded. His dizzy eyes wandered towards his sire, smiling happily.
“I can hear his voice inside my head. He tells me beautiful tails I’ve never heard before.” Anothet giggle escaped her.
Darla decided she’d heard enough. It was almost dawn and she needed to get away from the insanity around her. There was no way that she’d travel with another lunatic and Spike’s angry expression told her he thought the same.
He could deal with Dru’s new toy. Darla had made her decision. Soon she’d be on her own again, maybe going back to the Master. Her grief over what was lost had to stop and she wouldn’t find satisfaction here.
Her time with the two younger vampires was over.
~Fin~