Destiny (A Missing Scenes Ficlet)
Chapter One: Fate
Rating: M
Pairing: William/Drusilla, William/Angelus, Drusilla/Angelus
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: experiencing new feelings, missing scene: Destiny, prelude to ‘the slaughter of innocents’, Dru is scheming 😈, Dru’s canon 'Daddy’ usage
Summary: William and Angelus take stock of each other and Drusilla has been listening to the stars.
~London, 1880~
“Ah, I like this one. You and me, we’re gonna be the best of friends.”
Angelus couldn’t take his eyes off the fledge, William, as he threw his head back and laughed along with him, those pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief and drawing him in. His princess had chosen well with this one, light where she was dark, soft tawny hair, and sharp angles hidden beneath a lingering layer of soft flesh. He would shape up nicely soon enough.
“Dru, sweetheart, have you taught him how to hunt yet?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Took him out right away, once he arose from his bed ‘neath the stars.” Drusilla glided over to William’s side, his arm instantly winding around her waist to clutch her close, his gaze heated as it fell on her. “Like a panther he was, my pretty knight, barely even needed my instruction.”
“Well,” Angelus looked William over, a hunger growing in him for more than just blood. “I’ll just have to judge that for myself, won’t I, princess? I had a bit of a night planned for Darla ‘n I, but it seems a spot has opened up, as it were. I’ll take our young William here along with me for the kill, make sure he’s cut out for the likes of us, shall I?”
William turned his gaze from Drusilla to Angelus and cocked his head in slight confusion, catching Angelus’ intense stare. He felt that same thrill roll through him that he had experienced when he had willingly thrust his hand back into the sunlight to rise to the challenge laced behind the elder vampire’s question. He couldn’t explain it, but he had felt the sudden urge to please Angelus, to prove himself worthy. The pain of the sun on his flesh was nothing compared to the lightning-strike-tingle that had zipped down to settle in the base of his spine. As he stared back at Angelus, he had that same urge, no, need, to prove himself again, to see those chocolate eyes flash gold again as the demon showed its intrigued approval. His own demon rankled slightly at the opposing desire and William had to fight back the compulsion to automatically acquiesce to Angelus’ dictatorial planning of his nightly activities.
“I rather thought I would be heading out with Dru tonight, maybe some other time? And as she told you, I’ve taken to the hunt quite well already, surely you can take her at her word.”
Angelus sneered at him and rolled his eyes, pleasantly surprised at how quickly William’s back was up over his insinuation that he was suspicious of the fledge’s capabilities.
“I can’t. The girls may well be capable of taking care of themselves, but if there’s ever a spot of trouble, I need to know you can hold your own in a fight, boy.” Angelus grabbed William by his collar, dragging him away from Drusilla like a misbehaving cub being carried back to the litter by his mother. He ignored the small growl rumbling in William’s chest, the look on the fledge’s face only serving to fortify the image of a scolded cub. “You’ll need to prove to me how much of a panther you really are, or you might just end up a drowned kitten. Do we have an understanding, dear Willy?”
“William.” William ripped himself out of Angelus’ grasp, his glare almost laughable as he straightened his clothes, looking every inch a sulking child.
“William…right. The question stands, William, do we have an understanding? Has our Dru found her knight?”
“Yes. Fine. I will go with you to feed tonight.” William fought to keep the glare contorting his face as he felt himself react surprisingly to Angelus’ small grin of approval. To hide his disconcertment at the way his body warmed and certain parts responded to the elder male in confusing ways, he turned once more to Drusilla, pulling her flush against him and kissing her soundly. He ignored the dark, seemingly knowing, chuckle that sounded behind him, clutching his Sire closer all the more for it. “Sorry, pet, seems we’ll have to have our fun later.”
“No need to fret, sweet William, everything is going as it should, the stars have whispered it to me.” Drusilla smiled at him, that dazzling, childlike sparkle in her eyes again, the one that had enamored him to her from the moment he had awoken to his new life. “You’ll see, love. Now, go, my pretty one, and show Daddy what a fine creature you are.
“And Daddy,” Drusilla floated over to Angelus, pressing her lips chastly to his before tilting her head to trail her tongue over the healing cut on his cheek, licking up the faint trace of blood still clinging to the skin, “do try not to tire him out too much, he’ll need his strength for what’s to come before dawn.”
William was still puzzling over his Sire’s words and so was caught unawares when she flounced back to his side for another kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips before he could take control of the kiss. The taste of the elder vampire’s blood lingered on her tongue and William couldn’t hold back the soft, hissing gasp of surprise at the sudden hunger that sparked within him at the rich flavor. Drusilla pulled away from him, a knowing grin playing on her lips as William’s tongue flicked over his lips to seek out any remnants of that powerful nectar. Her eyes flicked between the pair of them as she backed out of the room, smug and satisfied that she had carried out her tasks just as the fairies had instructed. Their family would have such fun over the coming years, and her Sire would finally realize that demons could indeed feel love, even if they might not at first recognize it as such.
Yes, her beautiful pale knight would open Angelus’ eyes to many new emotions before the stars were done with their plottings and dealings.
Rating: M
Pairing: William/Drusilla, William/Angelus, Drusilla/Angelus
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: experiencing new feelings, missing scene: Destiny, prelude to ‘the slaughter of innocents’, Dru is scheming 😈, Dru’s canon 'Daddy’ usage
Summary: William and Angelus take stock of each other and Drusilla has been listening to the stars.
~London, 1880~
“Ah, I like this one. You and me, we’re gonna be the best of friends.”
Angelus couldn’t take his eyes off the fledge, William, as he threw his head back and laughed along with him, those pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief and drawing him in. His princess had chosen well with this one, light where she was dark, soft tawny hair, and sharp angles hidden beneath a lingering layer of soft flesh. He would shape up nicely soon enough.
“Dru, sweetheart, have you taught him how to hunt yet?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Took him out right away, once he arose from his bed ‘neath the stars.” Drusilla glided over to William’s side, his arm instantly winding around her waist to clutch her close, his gaze heated as it fell on her. “Like a panther he was, my pretty knight, barely even needed my instruction.”
“Well,” Angelus looked William over, a hunger growing in him for more than just blood. “I’ll just have to judge that for myself, won’t I, princess? I had a bit of a night planned for Darla ‘n I, but it seems a spot has opened up, as it were. I’ll take our young William here along with me for the kill, make sure he’s cut out for the likes of us, shall I?”
William turned his gaze from Drusilla to Angelus and cocked his head in slight confusion, catching Angelus’ intense stare. He felt that same thrill roll through him that he had experienced when he had willingly thrust his hand back into the sunlight to rise to the challenge laced behind the elder vampire’s question. He couldn’t explain it, but he had felt the sudden urge to please Angelus, to prove himself worthy. The pain of the sun on his flesh was nothing compared to the lightning-strike-tingle that had zipped down to settle in the base of his spine. As he stared back at Angelus, he had that same urge, no, need, to prove himself again, to see those chocolate eyes flash gold again as the demon showed its intrigued approval. His own demon rankled slightly at the opposing desire and William had to fight back the compulsion to automatically acquiesce to Angelus’ dictatorial planning of his nightly activities.
“I rather thought I would be heading out with Dru tonight, maybe some other time? And as she told you, I’ve taken to the hunt quite well already, surely you can take her at her word.”
Angelus sneered at him and rolled his eyes, pleasantly surprised at how quickly William’s back was up over his insinuation that he was suspicious of the fledge’s capabilities.
“I can’t. The girls may well be capable of taking care of themselves, but if there’s ever a spot of trouble, I need to know you can hold your own in a fight, boy.” Angelus grabbed William by his collar, dragging him away from Drusilla like a misbehaving cub being carried back to the litter by his mother. He ignored the small growl rumbling in William’s chest, the look on the fledge’s face only serving to fortify the image of a scolded cub. “You’ll need to prove to me how much of a panther you really are, or you might just end up a drowned kitten. Do we have an understanding, dear Willy?”
“William.” William ripped himself out of Angelus’ grasp, his glare almost laughable as he straightened his clothes, looking every inch a sulking child.
“William…right. The question stands, William, do we have an understanding? Has our Dru found her knight?”
“Yes. Fine. I will go with you to feed tonight.” William fought to keep the glare contorting his face as he felt himself react surprisingly to Angelus’ small grin of approval. To hide his disconcertment at the way his body warmed and certain parts responded to the elder male in confusing ways, he turned once more to Drusilla, pulling her flush against him and kissing her soundly. He ignored the dark, seemingly knowing, chuckle that sounded behind him, clutching his Sire closer all the more for it. “Sorry, pet, seems we’ll have to have our fun later.”
“No need to fret, sweet William, everything is going as it should, the stars have whispered it to me.” Drusilla smiled at him, that dazzling, childlike sparkle in her eyes again, the one that had enamored him to her from the moment he had awoken to his new life. “You’ll see, love. Now, go, my pretty one, and show Daddy what a fine creature you are.
“And Daddy,” Drusilla floated over to Angelus, pressing her lips chastly to his before tilting her head to trail her tongue over the healing cut on his cheek, licking up the faint trace of blood still clinging to the skin, “do try not to tire him out too much, he’ll need his strength for what’s to come before dawn.”
William was still puzzling over his Sire’s words and so was caught unawares when she flounced back to his side for another kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips before he could take control of the kiss. The taste of the elder vampire’s blood lingered on her tongue and William couldn’t hold back the soft, hissing gasp of surprise at the sudden hunger that sparked within him at the rich flavor. Drusilla pulled away from him, a knowing grin playing on her lips as William’s tongue flicked over his lips to seek out any remnants of that powerful nectar. Her eyes flicked between the pair of them as she backed out of the room, smug and satisfied that she had carried out her tasks just as the fairies had instructed. Their family would have such fun over the coming years, and her Sire would finally realize that demons could indeed feel love, even if they might not at first recognize it as such.
Yes, her beautiful pale knight would open Angelus’ eyes to many new emotions before the stars were done with their plottings and dealings.