The Hellmouth at last [hellmouth_napa]
Continued from here
Europe had been most kind to me. It had been my refuge when all things had gone so wrong. It had been my safe heaven when everything that I knew was had been long lost. Forever. And then something extraordinary happened. I felt it. I felt its rise, its wakening. It was her, grandmummy, coming back from the great beyond. She was so clear as day. And at first I didn't understand why. Out of the ashes she rose and stood at the mouth of hell. I could feel her, still a part of me, like they all once were. And then the stars... the stars with their constant buzzing plagued my thoughts, plagued them until they made me see what was happening in the other side of the world. There was a strange pull, almost like a calling, something telling me to leave Europe and head towards the west. Something interestingly new was happening, something so great that I couldn't turn my back to it.
And then, there was Xavier, full of power and rage and hate, so ready to become the ruler of this new hellmouth, and destroy anything anyone that would cross his path and tried to stop him, leaving behind all that he was and starting a fresh. So much anger there and all because of a slayer. Always... always a slayer, ruining everything we build. Always there, trying to fulfill a destiny that was flawed from the beginning of time itself. Her time would soon come, and then she would pay for her sins, like all bad sinners did on the time of their judgment. And I would be there... watching... wailing and laughing at her demise. Slayer never lived long enough to see old age, and this one would be no different from the rest.
The journey to the hellmouth had been most fun. Full of many surprises, full of chaos and death. A party fit for kings and queens. That's what it had been like. Miss Edith had loved it so. All the screams on the train as we wreaked havoc in it, killing off the passengers one by one, had been like music to my ears. All of their hearts sang to such a lovely tune as they sank into the depths of death had sang to me, they had make beautiful music for me, and then simply dying out as the blood in their bodies spilled. Most wicked we all had been, and I had enjoyed it so.
Now, Xavier and I headed west, towards hell and the Napa valley, where the gates lay open and hell was awake and waiting to be fully claimed. To the place where Darla was, waiting, biding her time.
"Drusilla, I don't know if you will be able to convince Darla to do anything. If I recall, she was the bossy one out of the four of you. I have the distinct feeling that she would tell you how it was going to be if you were to meet with her, and then you would be torn between her and me, and I do not want that... Not even for a minute, mon amour."
"Shh... don't you worry about grandmummy. Don't you worry one bit about her anymore, love. You'll see what I got in stored for her. Don't you trust me?" I didn't want to speak about it anymore, it was making my head hurt too much.
I fell asleep thinking about all that my love had said. About how Darla may try and make me choose between them. It could be possible, grandmummy... such a sweet child she was, the best ever, could be so stubborn at times. But I love her to pieces and I couldn't just leave her alone. She was my child, my sweet grandmummy, and she would see things my way. We could all be a family, a new family. And it could be just like old times. It seemed like such a lovely dream.
I felt it when the car stopped. I didn't want to open my eyes, the dream was simply too lovely. But then I felt something so overpowering that I opened my eyes with a start. We were at the hellmouth, and its power was so strong. I opened up the window just a little, the sun wasn't beaming directly at us for we were in a shady spot, but as soon as the breeze blew in I could smell it.
The scent was overpowering, it was simply too strong to ignore. I knew that scent anywhere. And it was here, all over this place. And that could only mean that they knew. The scent alone was driving me mad, wished that he had burned... burned, burned, burned with all of Sunnydale, but he didn't.
"Spike was here," I hissed. "His scent is strong, stronger than some of the others smells in this place."
Europe had been most kind to me. It had been my refuge when all things had gone so wrong. It had been my safe heaven when everything that I knew was had been long lost. Forever. And then something extraordinary happened. I felt it. I felt its rise, its wakening. It was her, grandmummy, coming back from the great beyond. She was so clear as day. And at first I didn't understand why. Out of the ashes she rose and stood at the mouth of hell. I could feel her, still a part of me, like they all once were. And then the stars... the stars with their constant buzzing plagued my thoughts, plagued them until they made me see what was happening in the other side of the world. There was a strange pull, almost like a calling, something telling me to leave Europe and head towards the west. Something interestingly new was happening, something so great that I couldn't turn my back to it.
And then, there was Xavier, full of power and rage and hate, so ready to become the ruler of this new hellmouth, and destroy anything anyone that would cross his path and tried to stop him, leaving behind all that he was and starting a fresh. So much anger there and all because of a slayer. Always... always a slayer, ruining everything we build. Always there, trying to fulfill a destiny that was flawed from the beginning of time itself. Her time would soon come, and then she would pay for her sins, like all bad sinners did on the time of their judgment. And I would be there... watching... wailing and laughing at her demise. Slayer never lived long enough to see old age, and this one would be no different from the rest.
The journey to the hellmouth had been most fun. Full of many surprises, full of chaos and death. A party fit for kings and queens. That's what it had been like. Miss Edith had loved it so. All the screams on the train as we wreaked havoc in it, killing off the passengers one by one, had been like music to my ears. All of their hearts sang to such a lovely tune as they sank into the depths of death had sang to me, they had make beautiful music for me, and then simply dying out as the blood in their bodies spilled. Most wicked we all had been, and I had enjoyed it so.
Now, Xavier and I headed west, towards hell and the Napa valley, where the gates lay open and hell was awake and waiting to be fully claimed. To the place where Darla was, waiting, biding her time.
"Drusilla, I don't know if you will be able to convince Darla to do anything. If I recall, she was the bossy one out of the four of you. I have the distinct feeling that she would tell you how it was going to be if you were to meet with her, and then you would be torn between her and me, and I do not want that... Not even for a minute, mon amour."
"Shh... don't you worry about grandmummy. Don't you worry one bit about her anymore, love. You'll see what I got in stored for her. Don't you trust me?" I didn't want to speak about it anymore, it was making my head hurt too much.
I fell asleep thinking about all that my love had said. About how Darla may try and make me choose between them. It could be possible, grandmummy... such a sweet child she was, the best ever, could be so stubborn at times. But I love her to pieces and I couldn't just leave her alone. She was my child, my sweet grandmummy, and she would see things my way. We could all be a family, a new family. And it could be just like old times. It seemed like such a lovely dream.
I felt it when the car stopped. I didn't want to open my eyes, the dream was simply too lovely. But then I felt something so overpowering that I opened my eyes with a start. We were at the hellmouth, and its power was so strong. I opened up the window just a little, the sun wasn't beaming directly at us for we were in a shady spot, but as soon as the breeze blew in I could smell it.
The scent was overpowering, it was simply too strong to ignore. I knew that scent anywhere. And it was here, all over this place. And that could only mean that they knew. The scent alone was driving me mad, wished that he had burned... burned, burned, burned with all of Sunnydale, but he didn't.
"Spike was here," I hissed. "His scent is strong, stronger than some of the others smells in this place."