I had awoke from the attack by Drusilla, my neck hurt really bad, I got out of the bed and made my way into the bathroom. I looked under the sink for a first aid kit
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"Yes, Oi see that little Kitty," Dru said, but threw her voice (a nice handy little trick she learned awhile back) to another tree across from her to make it sound like she was hiding behind there.
"Did Oi make the poor little red Kitty miss her witchy mate?" Dru asked, throwing her voice so it sounded like it was behind yet another tree. Ohhhh, this WAS fun! Unlike the previous nights encounter with the icky Faith Slayer and the stupid chattering sparky boy. That night got tiring quickly.
But tonight...she could smell and hear the blood smoldering inside this witch, could almost reach out and touch the hateful vengence in the air with the tip of her tongue.
Dru grinned a little as she stepped out from behind the tree.
"Oi see you have little twirling lights and sparks. Hmm. Isn't that how you almost destroyed the world? Ooohhh, tsktsk," she said, clucking her tongue and waving her finger.
"Bad, BAD vein-y dolly. Such toys you're playing with. Tsktsktsk."
Drusilla screamed in pain, growling and clawing at her face and arms as the holy water ate at her skin. When it was done falling, and the glass shards had ripped a few good chunks out of her as well, Dru looked up and glared at Willow.
"N-Naughty," she croaked. "But not naughty enough, Oi'm afraid," she said as she looked down towards the ground. A section of the bottle was still intact, and it had a small amount of holy water left in it.
"Haven't you heard dolly?" she said as she picked up the broken bottle section. She then proceeded to pour the remainder of the holy water down her chest. It sizzled and and burned her flesh, and all Dru did about it was grin and sigh softly, though she did automatically growl.
"Oi'm n-not all h-here in the head," she finished, pointing the glass shard in her hand to her forehead. "Daddy," she said, meaning Angel. "made SURE of that."
I looked at. "Thats not all I brought." I reached into my pocket and grabbed out the steak I had brought with me.
I through it and purposely had it miss her nad land behind her. It soon began to float.
"Help... Someone" Hopefully my little plee of help would distract her long enough for me to kill her, she came walking towards me and the steak followed.
Dru grinned a little, her eyes flicking to the either side of her quickly before focusing in on Willow.
"Ooohh," she said, taking her steps forward slowly. "Is the little black faerie scared? No," she said, as if changing her mind, tapping her finger against her lips. "Oi think not." She suddenly spun around and kicked the floating stake out of the air.
"Oi like you," she said, grinning and turning back to face Willow. "Oi like that icky black soul of yours, all slippery and moist, black and dreary like a cave full of little fluttering bats," she said, making little flying motions with her hands.
"Oi think we could make music together," she purred. "Ever thought of staying all black eyed and icky souled forever, pet?" she asked. "It's so much more charming on you than that helpless red kitty act."
I began to float off the ground a little bit, my eyes turned black; I felt it all over my body. I looked at her and held a hand up. "Thicken" She walked straight into the force field I had armed.
"I owe you pain!" I sling my right arm forward, and she hits the tree, I slowly float closer.
“Do you think I’m a stupid girl Drusilla?” I was towering over her. “You think your something, coming here messing with my memory. My thoughts, I have something for you. “Vines” The vines from the tree grabbed a hold of her.
“There is only 30 minutes until daylight. Then you’re dust.” I look up at the sky. She was trying to struggle her way out. I just called on more vines.
“This way I can watch you suffer, knowing your dying. I would get a pleasure out of staking you, this way is just more fun.” I look at her; she seemed a tad bit scared. But I wouldn’t put it past her to be an act.
I made my way to Tara’s grave, and sat on the tombstone watching Drusilla try to get out of the vines.
Dru hissed and growled as she struggled against the enchanted vines. Stupid candy crusted jump ropes. She could smell the sunrise coming, she always could.
She sighed softly, glancing up at Willow.
"So. All games and chocolate for you from now on, hm? Just going to sit there and watch poor little Dru burn like a buggie in the flames?" she said, with a small pout.
Dru hissed and growled as she began to finally struggle against the vines holding her. A ray of light shone onto her skin as the sun began to rise, and Dru growled in anger, her vampire features exploding onto her face.
Finally, Dru wiggled her hand up high enough so that she could slice at the vines with her fingernails. She slashed at them until they freed her, and she quickly made her way through the shadows towards the safety of shelter.
By the time she was inside and safe, she had many little burn wounds all over her body...and one of her favorite dresses had little smoking holes in it.
Ooooohhhhh, watch out little kitty, Drusilla's not happy at ALL.
"Yes, Oi see that little Kitty," Dru said, but threw her voice (a nice handy little trick she learned awhile back) to another tree across from her to make it sound like she was hiding behind there.
"Did Oi make the poor little red Kitty miss her witchy mate?" Dru asked, throwing her voice so it sounded like it was behind yet another tree. Ohhhh, this WAS fun! Unlike the previous nights encounter with the icky Faith Slayer and the stupid chattering sparky boy. That night got tiring quickly.
But tonight...she could smell and hear the blood smoldering inside this witch, could almost reach out and touch the hateful vengence in the air with the tip of her tongue.
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"Your voice tricks wont confuse me." I looked at her and a vision of Tara on the ground dead shot into my brain like a bullet.
My anger had only risen more and more from her mind games. I watched as she stepped out from behind the tree the little green light disappeared from.
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"Oi see you have little twirling lights and sparks. Hmm. Isn't that how you almost destroyed the world? Ooohhh, tsktsk," she said, clucking her tongue and waving her finger.
"Bad, BAD vein-y dolly. Such toys you're playing with. Tsktsktsk."
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I became a little shaky, facing off with a vampire I have known for years, and one is very good at mind games.
I looked at her sternly. “You think your something, I may not be the slayer, but you’re an easy one to take care of.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bottle of holy water, I tossed it into the air and waved my hand.
“Shatter”
The bottle shattered in front of her, the holy water hit her, as did the shattered glass.
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"N-Naughty," she croaked. "But not naughty enough, Oi'm afraid," she said as she looked down towards the ground. A section of the bottle was still intact, and it had a small amount of holy water left in it.
"Haven't you heard dolly?" she said as she picked up the broken bottle section. She then proceeded to pour the remainder of the holy water down her chest. It sizzled and and burned her flesh, and all Dru did about it was grin and sigh softly, though she did automatically growl.
"Oi'm n-not all h-here in the head," she finished, pointing the glass shard in her hand to her forehead. "Daddy," she said, meaning Angel. "made SURE of that."
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I through it and purposely had it miss her nad land behind her. It soon began to float.
"Help... Someone" Hopefully my little plee of help would distract her long enough for me to kill her, she came walking towards me and the steak followed.
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"Ooohh," she said, taking her steps forward slowly. "Is the little black faerie scared? No," she said, as if changing her mind, tapping her finger against her lips. "Oi think not." She suddenly spun around and kicked the floating stake out of the air.
"Oi like you," she said, grinning and turning back to face Willow. "Oi like that icky black soul of yours, all slippery and moist, black and dreary like a cave full of little fluttering bats," she said, making little flying motions with her hands.
"Oi think we could make music together," she purred. "Ever thought of staying all black eyed and icky souled forever, pet?" she asked. "It's so much more charming on you than that helpless red kitty act."
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"I owe you pain!" I sling my right arm forward, and she hits the tree, I slowly float closer.
“Do you think I’m a stupid girl Drusilla?” I was towering over her. “You think your something, coming here messing with my memory. My thoughts, I have something for you. “Vines” The vines from the tree grabbed a hold of her.
“There is only 30 minutes until daylight. Then you’re dust.” I look up at the sky. She was trying to struggle her way out. I just called on more vines.
“This way I can watch you suffer, knowing your dying. I would get a pleasure out of staking you, this way is just more fun.” I look at her; she seemed a tad bit scared. But I wouldn’t put it past her to be an act.
I made my way to Tara’s grave, and sat on the tombstone watching Drusilla try to get out of the vines.
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She sighed softly, glancing up at Willow.
"So. All games and chocolate for you from now on, hm? Just going to sit there and watch poor little Dru burn like a buggie in the flames?" she said, with a small pout.
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I walked up from her and smacked her across the face.
"How dare you mess with my felling, my memorys like that!"
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"You mean like you used to do to Tara? Playing little mix and match games with her mind was okay for you but not for Drusilla Oi suppose?"
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I smacked her again, you have five minutes left until dust time. "Good luck"
I walked out of the graveyard the sun had began to beam through the trees.
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Finally, Dru wiggled her hand up high enough so that she could slice at the vines with her fingernails. She slashed at them until they freed her, and she quickly made her way through the shadows towards the safety of shelter.
By the time she was inside and safe, she had many little burn wounds all over her body...and one of her favorite dresses had little smoking holes in it.
Ooooohhhhh, watch out little kitty, Drusilla's not happy at ALL.
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