Evil vampires
wow, it's been awhile. Been distracted by original fiction but the muse really liked the title challenge (as is often the case)
Evil and a Heathen, 1600's Virginia
Darla hated that the heat still bothered her but not like it did when she was alive. Still, Virginia in the dead of summer could be humid and miserable even at night. She longed to get back under the cool ground with the Master. Ugly as he was, she was still grateful to him for this new life. The townspeople had called her evil, heathen in her dying days. Oh how she had proved them right afterward. If the Master was frisky, then she could imagine someone else, someone handsome and hope that gorgeous man would one day find her.
Bite Hard, 1700's Ireland
Angelus entered the public house, Darla’s instructions hot in his mind. Hunger tore at his belly with a multitude of little teeth. Bite hard, bite fast. He could play with his prey later when he got better at the hunt but as a new vampire he needed to slake his hunger quickly.
Conversation died, the stink of fear so strong it fired his blood. They all knew him here, knew he had been buried. Grave dirt falling from his clothing, Angelus charged Seamus Harrigan, his old drinking buddy first. Darla picked off the ones trying to escape. What delicious fun!
The Fallen, 1800's England
The Abbess had called them the fallen. Angelus loved the title, using it to prick at the little seer he had selected. Her sobs added flavor while he and Darla rutted in front of her. Drusilla broke as he first took her maidenhead then her life. Darla fussed when he changed Drusilla then grew angry days later when it was obvious they’d have to sift through the insanity to make sense of the girl’s meandering predications.
Angelus didn’t care. Drusilla was his favorite out of all the vampires he had sired. She was a dark work of art, his masterpiece.
I’m Your Villain, 1800's England
Mrs. Henry Fortescue, his mother’s best friend. William remembered all the pointed barbs sent his way whenever his mother invited her to dine. He could only imagine what the harpy said when she and Mother had been alone for tea.
“Anything to say now, you old cow?” William kicked her corpse.
“She tasted like dust,” Drusilla complained.
He took a bottle of sherry off the sideboard, swigging some. “This will get the taste out of your mouth, love.”
Dru drank daintily. “You’re a right villain, playing with all your Mummy’s friends.”
William laughed. “Giving it back to them in kind.”
Twilight Omens S2
Dru watched the stars, reading the omens written in their twinkling lights. Letting out a girlish squeal, she waltzed around the playground. She couldn’t wait to tell her beautiful dark star all about what the stars had whispered. He could get so sad any more, stuck in his wheelchair. She loved him, cared for him anyhow.
To that end, Dru stalked the playground, finding a couple too busy rolling around on the grass to notice her. He made a good meal. The girl she’d take back to Spike with the news that soon Daddy would be coming home to them.
Love and Destroy
Angelus watched her, silhouetted in her Watcher’s window. He could imagine the Slayer pouring out her frustrations to the man and probably getting a load of ‘I Told You So’s,’ from all corners. In the back of his mind, Angelus remembered the love Angel had for Buffy and it made him want to destroy her all the more. He felt dirty, soiled deep to that hollow spot that once held a soul. She would pay.
Angelus left before Buffy exited the building. He had her friends to toy with, Spike to infuriate and Dru to fuck, a wonderfully delicious night.
Evil and a Heathen, 1600's Virginia
Darla hated that the heat still bothered her but not like it did when she was alive. Still, Virginia in the dead of summer could be humid and miserable even at night. She longed to get back under the cool ground with the Master. Ugly as he was, she was still grateful to him for this new life. The townspeople had called her evil, heathen in her dying days. Oh how she had proved them right afterward. If the Master was frisky, then she could imagine someone else, someone handsome and hope that gorgeous man would one day find her.
Bite Hard, 1700's Ireland
Angelus entered the public house, Darla’s instructions hot in his mind. Hunger tore at his belly with a multitude of little teeth. Bite hard, bite fast. He could play with his prey later when he got better at the hunt but as a new vampire he needed to slake his hunger quickly.
Conversation died, the stink of fear so strong it fired his blood. They all knew him here, knew he had been buried. Grave dirt falling from his clothing, Angelus charged Seamus Harrigan, his old drinking buddy first. Darla picked off the ones trying to escape. What delicious fun!
The Fallen, 1800's England
The Abbess had called them the fallen. Angelus loved the title, using it to prick at the little seer he had selected. Her sobs added flavor while he and Darla rutted in front of her. Drusilla broke as he first took her maidenhead then her life. Darla fussed when he changed Drusilla then grew angry days later when it was obvious they’d have to sift through the insanity to make sense of the girl’s meandering predications.
Angelus didn’t care. Drusilla was his favorite out of all the vampires he had sired. She was a dark work of art, his masterpiece.
I’m Your Villain, 1800's England
Mrs. Henry Fortescue, his mother’s best friend. William remembered all the pointed barbs sent his way whenever his mother invited her to dine. He could only imagine what the harpy said when she and Mother had been alone for tea.
“Anything to say now, you old cow?” William kicked her corpse.
“She tasted like dust,” Drusilla complained.
He took a bottle of sherry off the sideboard, swigging some. “This will get the taste out of your mouth, love.”
Dru drank daintily. “You’re a right villain, playing with all your Mummy’s friends.”
William laughed. “Giving it back to them in kind.”
Twilight Omens S2
Dru watched the stars, reading the omens written in their twinkling lights. Letting out a girlish squeal, she waltzed around the playground. She couldn’t wait to tell her beautiful dark star all about what the stars had whispered. He could get so sad any more, stuck in his wheelchair. She loved him, cared for him anyhow.
To that end, Dru stalked the playground, finding a couple too busy rolling around on the grass to notice her. He made a good meal. The girl she’d take back to Spike with the news that soon Daddy would be coming home to them.
Love and Destroy
Angelus watched her, silhouetted in her Watcher’s window. He could imagine the Slayer pouring out her frustrations to the man and probably getting a load of ‘I Told You So’s,’ from all corners. In the back of his mind, Angelus remembered the love Angel had for Buffy and it made him want to destroy her all the more. He felt dirty, soiled deep to that hollow spot that once held a soul. She would pay.
Angelus left before Buffy exited the building. He had her friends to toy with, Spike to infuriate and Dru to fuck, a wonderfully delicious night.